by Kaylee, Katy
“Now, you want a detour? We’re already here, Ryan.” Gwen’s playful irritation lost its affect when her tone came out husky, and she huffed. Palming her baby bump, I kissed her neck softly, and her pulse jumped under my lips. “Why do you do this to me? You said ‘no’ earlier- this is payback. We’ll do it when we get home.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to blow me behind a potted plant… it’ll be thrilling.” My palm tingled when Gwen’s flesh tightened, and I glanced around before cupping her chin to bring her lips to mine. “Or, I could wait until we get home… and lay you down over the side of the couch… and fuck your face… while I play with your juicy pussy-“
Deeping the short kisses to punctuate each phase of my plan- or, well, hopeful idea- I slid my arm down to the small of Gwen’s back as her breath hitched. It was ridiculously easy to turn her on, and she gazed up at me under her lashes to nibble thoughtfully, seductively on her bottom lip. So sexy…
“I think we should wait until we get home, and you can apologize for being wrong in the car.” Capturing Gwen’s mouth at her mumble, I shoved my tongue past her teeth with a low, guttural groan. Her hips grinded against mine automatically, and her palms crept up my chest as she eagerly kissed me back. My fingertips itched to slip under the waistline of her jeans and squeeze her ass, but I managed to refrain myself with superhuman effort. Desire knotted my gut, and her tongue tangled with mine to slather her taste as saliva pooled underneath.
“You drive me insane, Gwen.” My murmur tugged a laugh out of her, and I rocked back on my heels to sigh in a futile attempt to cool my body. “What am I gunna do with you, huh?”
“You could… get me lots of tickets…” Only shaking my head at that, I hoisted my arm up over her shoulders once again, and she giggled faintly. “Fun-fun, now, sexy-fun later.”
I caved easily, and determination bubbled up in my chest to just enjoy this time with Gwen. We had so much sex, so much work, and recently spent so much time apart that we needed this trip. Emerging into the arcade, I let her run off to the prize wall as I sauntered over to the register.
Gwen
Gasping harshly, I tangled my hands in Ryan’s hair as he shoved his tongue into my channel, and my eyelids fluttered closed. Warm, shallow breaths tickled my folds, and a shiver raced up my spine when he licked my clit with enthusiasm. Grinding as I shamelessly held him down, I relished this pleasure, and big hands reached up to pinch and squeeze my breasts.
“Oh-h- oh- yes- right there…” Arching sharply, I sputtered a breath when Ryan suckled the bead, and my thighs quivered as they clung to his shoulders. “Yes- y-y-yes- yes-s-s…”
“Fucking tasty- fuck!” Slurping and sucking, Ryan pleasured me with every part of his face from the nose down, and my eyes rolled slightly. The coil in my abdomen tightened when each stroke of his tongue- each swipe of his chin between my folds. Loudly voicing his pleasure, he left my breast to pinch my clit, and I moaned gutturally as he speared me with his tongue.
“I’m gunna cum-“ Grinding the words out through clenched teeth, I gasped when Ryan’s groan reverberated down to curl my toes. Pressure built behind my eyes, and I tightened my grip on his hair with stiff fingers. “Oh-h- God- oh, my God!”
“Yeah-h-h… you cum so pretty, baby- you taste so damn good-” Crawling up my body, Ryan circled my clit furiously before smashing his lips on mine, and I shivered with need. His hard cock seared my folds, and he tore his head back to shuffled to sit on my chest. Careful of my bump, he held his weight off me almost entirely, and I groaned in expectation when he dribbled spit along the valley between my breasts.
“Hold these gorgeous tits so I can fuck ‘em.” Bracing his arms on the board above my head, Ryan splayed out above me in all his glory. Squishing my breasts together, I pinched and pulled my nipples as he thrust, and his gasp ruffled the hair sticking to my forehead. “Fuck yes-s-s- Gwen…”
Gasping with each thrust, I moaned more at the fact that Ryan was enjoying it than myself. His cock pulsed, the veins throbbing as he plunged back and forth between my breasts. Lifting my head, I stuck out my tongue to taste his head, and he growled as his bare thighs flexed in my field of vision.
“Shit- baby-“ Pulling back, Ryan climbed over the edge of the bed to grab my arm, and I kicked out my feet as hunger gnawed at my gut. Gulping down the saliva that threatened to clog my airway, I opened my mouth and took a huge breath in preparation. Surging down my throat, his sac blocked my nostrils, and his girth stretched my lips as he reached down.
“Fuck! Take it- just hit me when you need to breathe, baby…” Bracing his forearms alongside my hips as I struggled not to gag, Ryan thrust hard. Squeezing my eyes shut so I didn’t have to look up his butt crack- which was, admittedly, cute at other angles- I gripped the sheets as goosebumps welted my skin. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat, and I gulped furiously to draw a gasp and jerk from him.
“Oh- fucking suck that cock so nice…” Tonging his veiny, throbbing length as he stayed true to his promise, I gagged when Ryan rubbed my clit hard. Pleasure popped colorfully behind my shuttered lids, and I clenched as my hand flew to his side. The short slap had its intended affect when Ryan jerked his hips back, and I gasped and wheezed. Circling my nub fast, his breaths quickened- as if he knew exactly when I would cum.
And he was right.
Spasming slightly, I rasped for air as Ryan groaned against my folds, and he shuffled back onto the bed to grab my ankles and pull. Draping himself over me, he swiped his head against my weeping slit, and excitement flooded my system. Gingerly easing into my entrance, he propped his elbows against my shoulders to kiss me deeply, and I moaned hoarsely.
Ryan was decidedly gentler than with my throat, and he slowly thrust to stretch my quivering, inner walls. His tongue wrapped around mine, and the taste of us eased the fire in my throat as saliva pooled in my mouth. Tangling together, his tongue flicked the roof of my mouth, and he ground his hips against mine to send cold, prickling euphoria ripping up my spine.
Balancing on one forearm, Ryan reached between us to play with my clit, and I tilted my hips as my desire for him drowned out the needy screaming of my lungs. Tearing his lips from mine to pant harshly, he ducked into my neck as his palm settled against my bump, and I wrapped my arms tightly around his broad shoulders.
Moans escaped me breathlessly as he set a steady, easy pace that was arguably more pleasurable than the rough stuff. Now, I could take my time and enjoy Ryan’s cock, his breaths, his chest hairs rubbing the delicate flesh of my breasts raw…
“Steady, baby…” Murmuring softly, Ryan licked the thin layer of skin over my windpipe, and I only groaned in response. “Don’t pass out. I can’t fuck you so nice if you pass out.”
“It’s-s-s so- so- so nice…” Arching with a gasp, I gripped his shoulders to grind against Ryan’s thrusts, and he grumbled in pleasure. Rocking in sync, another orgasm washed through me, and I clamped down on his cock with a moan. His palm never left my bump, and he captured my lips to kiss me sweetly.
Every thrust sent me higher, and Ryan trembled against me as he fisted my hair. Hissing into my mouth, he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, and a violent shiver raked my spine.
“I want you to eat my cum, baby…?” Rasping the half-question, Ryan groaned when I nodded instantly, and he pulled out of me to poise over my chest again. The head of his thick cock throbbed, and I sucked and licked as my taste buds tingled in expectation. “F-fuck… fuck- you’re so good at this-“
Cracking my eyes open, I marveled at the strain in his neck, the way Ryan’s muscles shifted under taut, tanned skin. Reaching up to caress his chest, my palm disappeared under his, and he tensed as his jaw ticked noticeably. Hot, salty cum spurted onto my tongue, and I bristled as he shuddered and gasped. His cock twitched, and he pumped his length to give me all he had.
Ryan only shuffled off me enough not to crush me as he collapsed, and I gulped down his cum to pant wildly. Trembling, clammy fingers f
lexed against my baby bump, and he rested his head heavily on my breast. For a long moment, I couldn’t think of anything but breathing, and my heart ached with its effort to slow down.
“… I don’t want to offend you or anything, but… you’re such a nasty fucking slut, and I love it.” The corners of my mouth quirked at that, and I heaved a massive sigh as Ryan propped his head on his fist. His eyes twinkled under heavy lids, and he placed a hard kiss on my lips with a sigh of his own. “I don’t mean it bad.”
“I know…” Smiling dazedly, Ryan rubbed my belly, and I shuffled to roll sluggishly onto my side. “Why would you think it’d be offensive?”
“Because I don’t know what your ex said to you.” Ryan stared directly at my face as the blood drained from my cheeks, and his lips thinned as goosebumps washed my skin. “If you had some bad experience with being called a nasty slut, I just want to buffer that it’s not this awful, degrading phrase.”
Clenching and releasing my jaw, I turned sharply onto my other side, but Ryan didn’t protest. His palm crept over my ass and hip to settle on my abdomen, warm and reassuring and proving once again that he was a good man. Inhaling a shaky breath, my sternum popped faintly to release some of the tension, but it only gathered between my shoulders.
But, this time, my brain didn’t ache, and my eyes didn’t leak at the memories that dredged up from deep in my head.
“… He didn’t even think enough about the sex to call it bad or insult me.” The confession sent a throb through my heart, and Ryan conformed to my back to tangle our legs. Exhaling sharply, I licked my lips while his brushed against my shoulder in comfort. “It sounds so stupid out loud. I knew Craig didn’t want me- I knew I didn’t want him to want me… but…”
“I want you, Gwen.” Placing a chaste kiss on my cheek, Ryan sighed heavily, and I closed my eyes to savor his security. “You have no idea how much I want you… how much I want this baby. It’s not mine- I’m not delusional thinking there won’t be some tension, but eventually, I’ll want him for him, not for you, and that’s important, I think.”
Ryan
“Do you think you can get away with this, mister?” Kissing Gwen’s bump as the baby pushed against my palms, I grinned and moved to another spot. His hand or foot followed me, pressing weakly, and she giggled before shoveling another spoonful of turkey stew into her mouth. “You’re gunna be such a strong boy.”
“I appreciate this, Ryan- he kicks up against my stomach when I eat, so, som-“ Lifting myself up to kiss her, I cut off her gratitude to taste her, and Gwen blushed when I pulled back. Rubbing her belly, I shuffled to ease the slight ache in my legs from crouching so long, and my grin widened.
“It’s okay, Gwen. If you need it, you need it.” Licking my lips heavily, I ignored the slight twang of broth that tickled my taste buds, and a nervousness clawed at my throat. “Um- so, I wanted to talk to you about my parents. They’re visiting this weekend, and I want to tell them.”
“Ryan… no-“ Setting her empty bowl on the coffee table as I leaned back on the balls of my feet, Gwen frowned under furrowed brows. “What are we going to say-“
“We’ll tell them the truth- that you’re my girlfriend, and you’re pregnant. Why would they have any reason to ask if it’s not mine?” She groaned in frustration, and I stood up to sit next to her and prop my elbows on my knees. “I don’t get what the problem is.”
“There’s no problem, Ryan- just, think about it. Okay? I’m Thomas’ big sister, and I’m divorced, and they’ll think I trapped you or something because I had a ‘moment of weakness’ and got pregnant on purpose to feel fulfilled. I literally just did this with my family, okay? I don’t want to do it again.” She’s got a point. That tiny voice in my head tugged down the corners of my mouth, and I covered my frown to sigh through my nose. “It’s different for you, okay? People don’t judge you for having sex with me- they judge me for having sex with you. And who actually believes that birth control fails? I can’t take it out, but I had it in longer than I should’ve, and that makes it all a plot. For money- or fame- or something…”
“Gwen- I get what you’re trying to say, but my parents aren’t like that, okay? They don’t give a shit about my adult decisions- I make them, I have to deal with the outcomes. They’re not going to second guess my happiness or my decision to do this. They don’t even have to know it’s not mine-“
“That’s not the point because it is yours! I- don’t- want- to- do- it- I don’t want to go through that again, Ryan! It’s nerve wrecking, okay, and you can assure and reassure all you want, but I’m still going to be sick from anxiety before and after!” My throat closed, eyes boggling as Gwen stood up in a fury, but she was on a roll. Blood pounded against my ear drums, downing out whatever justification she had to not tell my parents; I was sure they were valid ones, but I didn’t hear them.
It is yours. It is yours. It is yours.
“… The baby is mine?” The coldness in my tone shocked me, and I clenched my jaw as the question rolled thickly off my tongue. Glancing up as Gwen tensed, sucking in a sharp breath, my pupils tightened at the guilt that drenched her expression. “It’s mine- but you said it wasn’t-“
Gwen’s anger melted away in the face of my accusation, and she held up her hands as she gaped like a fish. My heart stuttered and throbbed, and I somehow managed a harsh breath before she found words of her own. High-pitched and panicked, her tone gyrated against my ears to slice through the drumming.
“I never expected you to just jump into it- to- to be so happy about a mistake! You didn’t even care! What if you woke up one day and decide that you spoke too soon- it was too much- and you didn’t want to give up being a hot 25-year-old actor? It- it just came out- and I…” I tried really hard not to take that personally, but the hurt overwhelmed me and spread to every nerve in my body. The rational side of my brain told me that Gwen had every right to feel that way- to worry- but the emotions roiling in my chest beat my heart viciously. “I’m sorry, Ryan- I panicked, and it just came out because… if- if you were going to leave… I wanted it to happen as soon as possible.”
“… I- I need to g- think…” Catching myself before I made this worse, I pushed myself up stiffly as Gwen’s sniffle crackled in the room like lightning. “I need to take a walk- I need to think.”
“Please don’t leave.” The slurring squawk drew my gaze, and I clenched my hands into tight fists to shove them into my jean pockets. Desperation swirled in Gwen’s brown eyes, amplified by her tears, and I could only jerk my head in a nod. I left my car keys and my cell phone, and I fished my wallet out of my back pocket just to give that added level of assurance.
Because she wouldn’t believe me if I spoke, anyway.
Her eyes bored ruts into my back all the way up until I closed the front door of her home, and I stared blankly at the concrete stairs. My legs shuffled with no direction from my head, and my palms flexed against their holsters as apprehension buzzed through me. Behind my aching eyes, my brain pounded with furious, spinning cogs that threatened to come off their axles.
“Shit!” Kicking the sidewalk hard, I rubbed my prickling palms over my face to groan loudly. “Shit! Fuck!”
I was in California, and she was here alone.
We don’t really know each other enough to be able to predict how I’d react.
Her fears are valid- her divorce was finalized less than three months before, and she was pregnant so quickly.
Plus- honestly, who really believes that the birth control failed? They assume it’s somehow her fault.
Not to mention that she did already tell her family, and that was a horror trip…
But all of these rationalizations, the knowledge that she was scared, couldn’t overpower the simple fact that Gwen lied to me. She had every reason to freak the fuck out, but there was something incomprehensible about that notion.
“It’s not like I haven’t been lying to her the entire time, either…” My own grumble hit me square in t
he face, and I flopped my head back to grip my hair. “I mean, how creepy is it to lead off with ‘I’ve been in love with you since I was 12’… it was just easier to be the rebound guy…”
“This is so fucked up- I’m such a hypocrite.” I hadn’t questioned Gwen, thinking she wouldn’t lie to me, but I knew, subconsciously. I knew this baby was mine, even if I didn’t realize it. There was no way she’d fuck another guy even when we weren’t dating. I was interested in her- that was enough to wipe away any thoughts about other men.
Gwen’s ex-husband cheated on her for years- maybe the entirety of their relationship- so her making me go through that… no- just, no. Now that I really thought about it, it was so easy to realize that she’d been lying.
“God- this is so messy. Thank God that Thomas hasn’t been home the past few days I’ve gone there.” If I had to deal with Thomas, who Gwen said didn’t take this news very well, I would fucking deck him. He needed to fucking grow up- boohoo, bitch, I got your sister pregnant, even if you don’t know it was me. I’d spent most of my time at her house because I don’t want you to complain my ear off.
Blinking hard, I tried to think of a single conversation that I’d had with Thomas in recent years that wasn’t him trying to coax me into a party or complaining. Could our friendship even stand up to the fact that I got Gwen pregnant?
Did I want it to?
Shaking my head furiously, I heaved a huge breath as the Spring breeze slammed into me like a wall. This wasn’t so bad- I could do this. I could get over Gwen lying because she didn’t mean it. She’s had to rely on herself, always calculating the most likely outcome before it happened, just to protect herself.
“After all, life is just endlessly rationalizing and explaining away your decisions to other people until you die.” Turning on my heel, I wandered back towards Gwen’s house- or, the general direction I thought it was in. Glancing around, my eyeballs stopped aching, and the invisible elephant on my shoulders disappeared. “This is my decision, and everyone else can go fuck themselves- especially Thomas.”