25. All You Need
25 ALL YOU NEED
Cal
It was late when Daphne and I finally found time to sneak down to her cousin’s boathouse for a bit of fun. My supposed date decided to run off to bed with hers—perfect timing—leading us to play the sad loners. She “took a walk” while I turned in—only I couldn’t turn in. I eventually followed her down to the boat house where she waited for me on a workbench, desperate for more.
I pulled her towards me and kissed her. I didn’t need words. The desire on her face said everything. Each time we did this, I realized how compatible we were. Daphne knew what she wanted and I knew what she craved. I always gave her what she needed. Her moans and deep kisses said more than the sweetest prose.
“You remembered a condom, right?” Daphne gasped, pulling back.
“Yes,” I said. “I put it in my wallet earlier.”
After our bit of fun in the bushes, I’d decided my new thing was to pack condoms in my wallet. I wouldn’t get caught without one again. It was odd that this was my arc in my late forties. After years of being partnered and exclusive, then incredibly single, it was about a decade since I’d needed to contemplate prophylactics. But, for Daphne, I’d come prepared.
“I swear I’ll get on the pill, but I have to?—”
“Shh,” I cut her off. “Don’t apologize. You don’t need to feel bad for asking me to do the bare minimum to protect you.”
I kissed her neck for a bit, delighting in the feeling of her rapid pulse against my lips.
“I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of demanding bitch, Cal.”
I stopped kissing her neck and stepped back slightly.
“I would never say that about you, Daphne. Never.”
Daphne cocked her head. “Why? I mean, you could have?—”
“I want you . I shouldn’t, but I only want you,” I said.
The words rolled out of my mouth, dropping like a bucket of water spilling into the lake. The water sloshed against the dock a few feet away as I waited silently for Daphne’s reaction. She stared, befuddled. I’d just admitted this wasn’t a game.
“I’m sorry,” I shook my head. “I should go and?—”
She grasped my wrist tight. “No, Cal, don’t. I… I don’t know what to say. I’m dumbfounded, not offended.”
I curiously awaited an explanation.
“Cal, it has been years since anyone told me they wanted only me. I’ve spent years feeling compared to anything on two legs with big tits and a nice ass—anything in its twenties. You really could have anyone you wanted. You’re Chicago’s most eligible fucking bachelor. You’re wealthy, powerful, and you have chemistry with a wall. Why me? I just… I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t buy it?” I cupped her face. “Daphne, you are so beautiful. You’re smart. Somewhere in there, you’re driven beyond measure. Recently, I saw that spark return—the one that always impressed me. Where is that girl who had me so wrapped up eleven years ago—the one who drove me wild? Because I want her to stay here—to always come out and play.”
“I… I am so broken right now, Cal. You cannot fix me.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to. I don’t need to. You’re going to fix yourself over time, Daph. I will be there for you while you do. You need space and time and I can give you that. I can also promise you as much attention as you’d let me lavish you with.”
“Why, though?”
“I don’t fucking know. I know what you need. I read you. And damn if you don’t give me everything I want right now.”
Tears welled. I didn’t know what to do. She was crying ?
“I… fuck… I’m sorry. You… no one has said anything like that to me in like… a million years. I don’t deserve this.”
“Daphne, you deserve everything . After what you’ve been through, you deserve to be treated like a queen,” I protested. “And maybe I cannot give you enough. Lord knows I’m complicated and this is messy as hell.”
“It really is!” Daphne giggled.
“But could I try? Would you let me try?”
I pressed my forehead to hers, our noses touching and listened to her breath. She brought herself back to earth. Her hands softened in mine and her body relaxed. The anxiety of the moment abated. I kissed her forehead. In the moment again, Daphne squeezed my hands and met my gaze.
“Cal, I cannot promise you much. I’m looking down the nose of a complicated divorce, my family would flip the fuck out of we ended up together, and I don’t think the press would look kindly on it.”
“Let me worry about that,” I said. “And… we can keep this under wraps for a bit. I promise you.”
“Okay,” Daphne agreed with a little nod.
“I want to try, Daphne. That’s all.”
She slowly kissed me, offering me something—though neither of us could name what—then wrapped her arms around my neck. I pulled her to the very edge of the bench, again pulling her skirt up. She had no panties on.
“No panties?” I joked.
“I tossed them… earlier. They were a disaster after our little run-in. And, I wanted to be practical.”
“You are such a bad girl,” I said.
Daphne bit my lip as she unbuckled my belt. “And you love it when I lose it.”
“I do,” I pulled out my wallet.
The definite sound of my zipper stiffened my cock. I tossed my wallet and phone on the bench. I ripped the condom open hastily as she efficiently tugged my pants and boxers down. I rolled the condom over my cock as Daphne kissed me. Slowly, I pressed its head against her entrance. She moaned into my mouth and clasped her legs tight around mine, pulling me in deep.
It was a sweet relief to be back inside her. I’d enjoy getting her off again—this time feeling her pussy pulse around my cock. Pumping—each thrust making her breath more ragged—I took her in. She glowed in the boathouse’s low light. Daphne was such a beauty, even if she didn’t know it. I pulled down the straps of her dress and bit her right shoulder.
“Cal,” she gasped. “What are you doing?”
I pulled the top of her dress down, revealing her pretty pink nipples. Her breasts were perfect. I had no idea why anyone would want more than this—more than she was and more than I deserved. I played with her nipples with a gentle roll of my fingers. Torturing Daphne was my favorite thing these days.
“I wanted to see you. And you’re not wearing a bra.”
“It has a built-in?—”
Daphne moaned and threw her head back. She braced against the workbench with her wrists. She never finished the sentence.
She screamed, “Oh, God! Fuck! Cal, don’t… don’t… stop!”
She climaxed. Her eyes rolled back as she tightened, pulsing and writhing. I thrust harder and faster, a rush of energy hitting. Every time I unraveled her, I felt like I punched a card. Someday, I told myself, I’d feel like enough for her if I could just keep bringing her to this place.
“You are so good at that.” Daphne returned to the surface, breathless.
“Yeah?” I panted. “You liked that?”
“It’s so good. Your cock feels so fucking good!” Daphne dug her hands into my lower back to steady me.
I thrust more erratically until the urge to let go was inevitable. I came—falling against her shoulder and breathing into her neck.
“You’re unmatched,” I whispered. “In a league of your own, princess.”
* * *
Daphne
Cal bit my ear and pulled away. I couldn’t fight the urge to kiss him again. Every time I brought him to orgasm it felt better. I mystified him in a way I never had with my ex-husband. It was so hot to watch this powerful man descend into glorious pleasure under my spell.
Cal stepped back, sliding out, still erect. I tried to fix myself up and look less like a total disaster. However, as I pulled my dress up and covered my breasts again, I looked over to see Cal’s panicked face.
“Daph, I… uh… I’m sorry.”
“What?” I asked.
“The condom broke.”
“What?”
In all my years, I never had this happen.
“Yeah, it’s… shit.”
He grabbed a shop towel to wrap up what was left of the condom, then tucked his deflating dick back into his boxers. He pulled up his pants as I sat, stunned and in disbelief.
“Well, I need to get Plan B,” I said. “Cal, I’m not on the pill at all.”
“I am well aware. I don’t want you to panic or think I’m not… supportive.”
“Cal, this is not the time for me to be pregnant—not that it probably matters. At this point, I’m fucking doomed.”
“I doubt that. You’re still young, Daph. You still have time. I’m the old fuck. And that’s for the best, right?”
I shrugged. “It’s still in the realm of possibility.”
“I’ll go into town to grab you Plan B tomorrow,” Cal offered.
“That’s silly. If you get found out, it won’t be good. I will do it. If the press?—”
“Shh,” he pressed a finger to my lips. “The press this, the press that. I get it. You’re right. My goose would be cooked if things came out and we didn’t have time to massage the details but let me be clear. My concern about this is for you—not my image.”
“Maybe you should be more concerned about that, Cal.” I shook my head.
There was a buzz on the table. I looked over to see Cal’s phone.
“Someone called The Boss is calling you?” I said, confused.
“Oh, fuck. I shouldn’t?—”
“Answer it,” I said, suspecting this person would keep calling him.
Cal complied, picking up the call. “Yes, Jo?”
He listened for a moment, then rubbed his temples. “Right now? You realize I’m in Traverse City, right?”
This was work-related. I could smell it. And it wasn’t new. I’d been deserted over far less by Chandler. I wouldn’t have minded it so much if I wasn’t also possibly just inseminated by a man who had no claim to me and wasn’t obligated to stick around. My skin crawled at the idea that I could have suffered five long years of infertility, only to get pregnant in my cousin’s boathouse with a man I shouldn’t want. Shame hit me like waves swallowed a lighthouse.
“Yeah, okay. I will call a car or something. Get me a flight, okay? Thanks.”
He hung up. “That’s my chief of staff. We have an issue with a police officer.”
I sensed he couldn’t say more.
“Daph, I am so sorry. I feel like a total dickhead leaving you to deal with this.”
“It’s… it comes with the territory, alright? I can handle it. I’m a big girl. Go deal with your chaos, Mr. Mayor.”
He shook his head, then gave me a long kiss. “Let’s talk when you get back. Let me know if you need something. I’ll miss you, Daphne. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” I said. “Shit happens.”
It did, but seeing him rush away so soon after this incident felt lousy. It gave me pause. Could I ever rely on Cal to just be there ?