Chapter 48 - Callahan

Live in the moment.

I raised my arms up slowly.

"Eleanor, let me explain."

"Explain what?" she snapped. Tears ran down her puffy face. "That you made me believe you loved me. That you cared about me, but in reality you— you—" Her hands shook violently, as did the gun in her hand. If she wasn't careful, she'd shoot me purely by accident.

"I do love you. I care about you. I—" The run-in with the green-eyed beasts sobered me up some, but not enough. "I don't know exactly."

"Do you love him? You knew exactly where to go when we left the bunker. You took us right here. You seem to know Riot like an old friend. You have conversations without me. You—" Her face crumpled completely and she dropped the gun. I jumped, expecting it to go off and hit me in the knee. Thankfully it didn't, and I hurried to her, taking her by her shoulders.

"Eleanor, calm down. You're going to make yourself sick. It's not what you think."

"What is it then? Because I think you like him more than you like me."

Words got caught in my throat. Did I? No. That was absurd. I loved Eleanor. I'd not-so-secretly pined for her for years while in the program. I bought her presents every year, imagined her when I was intimate with any woman in Gen Pop. Id never once considered having feelings for another person, but then I met Riot, and things changed.

"I met Riot a few weeks ago. He saw us at the theme park, and grew interested. Every time we went up for a mission, I let you go ahead so we could?—"

"Kiss? Do more?" she accused.

I shook my head. "No, never. Nothing happened until this afternoon. I didn't even know he was into men!" I tried to reassure her, but in doing so, I exposed the truth even further.

Her eyes darkened and her jaw locked. "What happened this afternoon?" she asked through gritted teeth.

I swallowed.

"He was telling me about the stuff we'd missed being in the bunker. He was explaining the gay rights riots, which is how he got his name, and then one thing led to another and—" I let go of her, turning and tugging on my hair. This was all going so wrong! I'd just gotten us out of the bunker and in less than a day I'd managed to screw it up. She was going to leave me. I spun back to her. "He sucked me off in the junkyard. Right before we came back in. I pulled my pants down and he put my cock in his mouth, and I liked it!" I shouted into the darkness.

Eleanor's face dropped. My heart shattered. I did this to her; I cheated on her, and no matter how I tried to justify it in my head, it didn't change what I did. My arms dropped to my sides. "I'm so sorry."

She dropped to the ground and cried silently, covering her face in her hands. I stood there, feeling utterly useless. How could I comfort her when I did this to her?I dropped to my knees and crawled to her. I took her hands from her face and forced her to look up at me.

"I love you, Eleanor, but I think I may have feelings for him too."

"But why? Am I not enough?" She cried softly. "Is it because of what I am?"

"What do you mean?"

"I read some of the papers you took from the bunker. How the pills they gave us made it so we'd look young in some ways, but grow normally in others so that they could test how long it would take for the Daddies to…" she sniffled, and didn't finish her sentence. She didn't need to. She kept going. "And then all of Riot's friends kept commenting on my appearance. Do I disgust you because I'm not like the other women?"

"No, not at all! Eleanor, I love you just the way you are. I— I don't know why I'm attracted to Riot. He's just…"

Just what? How did I explain my feelings? I couldn't. He was attractive, charming, funny, confident, and a bad-ass.

"Was he better than me? Did you enjoy him more than me?"

I hesitated too long and she started to cry harder. I pulled her into me and pet her hair. "It wasn't better, just different."

"How so? I want to know?" She pulled back. "I want to try." She reached for my belt and tugged.

"Eleanor, this isn't a good time, don't you think?" I tried to convince her just as much as myself. I was still spinning from the alcohol, and despite my best efforts, I wasn't convincing anyone. I stood and helped her pull my pants down to my thighs. My cock sprang out and she took it in her grip.

Moving to her knees, Eleanor put my length in her mouth. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as her tongue ran down me, all the way from the tip to the base. She shifted and moved closer, inhaling me deeply into her mouth. I reached for her hair and gripped it, pushing her deeper into me. She sucked and rolled her tongue, sending me deep into the depths of pleasure.

I didn't want her mouth though. I wanted more. I wanted her wet chasm. I pulled her back, forced her up and spun her around.

"Bend over and hold on to that tire," I ordered, pointing to the stack of rubber in front of her. She reached out, gripping the top tire. I lifted Riot's shirt up her body and pulled her panties down. I put my boot between her legs and kicked her legs apart. I grabbed my length and moved forward, pushing past her perfect, supple ass cheeks, and found her wetness.

"Yes, don't move," I muttered, slowly entering her. She gasped and winced as I pushed into her. This position made everything tighter. Her walls hugged me, almost protesting my invasion, but it made me want her more. I pushed until my thighs hit her cheeks - until I was completely inside her.

"You like that? Does that feel like I don't love you?" I asked. "Would I be here, fucking you, if I didn't love you? Eleanor, you can be upset all you want, but me loving him too doesn't mean I love you any less." I pulled out and thrust back in. "I can enjoy you both. I'm going to enjoy you both."

I grew brave. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, or the adrenaline from escaping the bunker, killing all those bad men in uniform, or simply being balls deep inside a beautiful woman, completely exposed to the elements outside, but I felt real good. Confidence bloomed inside me as slowly I began to thrust in and out of her. I spoke to her, listening to her gasp and whimper in between small moans of pleasure.

"You don't have to understand to accept. If you want to be with me, you have to be okay with me being with him."

"Is that why you stopped our kiss?" she asked between panting. "Because you weren't jealous of him, but of me?"

I reached around and dove my fingers between her thighs, finding her clit. I ran my thumb along it. She moaned.

"Does it matter? Maybe a little of both. I don't like you two together," I admitted, and thrust into her hard, making her whimper.

"I don't want you going anywhere near him. Understand me, Eleanor? I'm your Daddy and if you don't listen to me, you'll be punished." I was grasping at straws. We weren't in the bunker anymore. My title was moot. She knew that. I knew that, and still, I continued roughly thrusting into her, demanding she called me by my title.

"Answer me, Young Lady. I'm your Daddy, you will do what you're told. Right?" I rubbed her faster. She was growing wetter and her body was tensing, preparing for her orgasm.

"Yes! Yes Daddy, I won't go near him. Please!" She cried out as her walls clenched around my cock, squeezing and pulsing as she came. I closed my eyes and relished in the gushing wetness that came with it. I kissed her neck and kept thrusting, now on the road to my own finish.

"Yes, you're my Young Lady. No one else's. Not Milton's, not your old Daddy's, and especially not—" The flash of Riot's face as he went down on me made my balls tighten and I spilled my seed into Eleanor. "Riot's!"