by Annie Dyer
“They won’t come in.”
“How do you know?”
I moved a hand so I could cup one breast, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger, knowing that a jolt of electricity had been sent right to her centre.
“Because the door’s closed. Anyone up will know someone’s in here so they’ll listen first. And Claire has locked their door so Eliza doesn’t go wandering.” I kissed her neck, feeling her shiver, feeling her smooth skin and captivating nakedness, tasting her as I moved my tongue down to her tits.
The pull she had on my hair told me all I needed to know about how she was feeling. Fortunately, my tit obsession wasn’t unwelcome: she liked me being enthralled by them, would send me tit pics and wear low cut tops for date nights, loving the fact she had complete control over me with them. I sucked and bit, trailed my tongue and blew, pinching and stroking with my fingers.
I backed her towards the sofa, needing to taste more. The thought of her naked on the sofa with her legs spread and me bringing her to orgasm with my tongue was a fantasy that was about to hit reality, and if anyone did come in, they’d only see the top of her head.
“Max…” she moaned my name. “I didn’t come to find you for this.” She sat down on the sofa with a thump. My T-shirt was ripped from over my head and I realised she’d managed to already undo my jeans.
I gave a nipple one last suck and spread her legs wider with my palms, bringing her ass closer to the edge of the sofa. Already she was glistening in the lamp light, wet and needy. I felt her watching me looking at her, completely unabashed.
It had been like this since the start. Needy. Carnal. We made no excuse for it.
“I could slide in there right now, couldn’t I? You’re soaking for me.” I looked up at her, grazing her clit with a gentle finger.
My gaze slipped to watch her touch herself, knocking my hand out of the way. “Let me see…. I am wet.”
She pushed a finger inside her pussy, moving her hips and I reminded my dick that he wasn’t allowed to come yet.
“Want to taste me first? Check the flavour.” She pulled out her finger and put it on my lips. I flicked my tongue and lapped at it until taking it completely in my mouth, sucking.
“I want to do that with your cock.” Her eyes were dark, needy.
I loved her always, especially like this.
“Later.” I held her hand. “I’m going to make you come in my mouth, then I’m going to fuck you good and hard on this sofa, so tomorrow when we’re unwrapping presents, all you can think about is having my cock in you.”
She tried to move her hand back to touch herself. I kept hold of it, keeping my grip firm.
“No touching yourself. That’s my job.”
She spread her legs a little wider and I sank down between them, dipping my tongue into her wetness, tasting her musky sweetness that was my nectar. I teased her, taking it slow, keeping the pressure light, and then, when I knew from her muttered words she was on the verge of becoming desperate, I quickened my movements, sucking on her clit and feeling her tear my hair out as she came hard.
As soon as her orgasm started to subside, I moved back, shucked my pants and underwear down to the floor and stepped out of them. She lay wantonly on the sofa, one leg now bent, her tits heaving with her breath and her eyes fixed on my cock.
I could’ve paused, looked at her some more, but I didn’t have the willpower. I needed to be inside her, fucking her deep and hard. Moving her on the sofa, I pushed her leg further up and angled us so I could keep my chest up, see her tits bounce and her face when I was inside her.
I pressed two fingers in first, knowing that she’d be tight from her orgasm and as much sex as we’d had, she’d never totally gotten used to my size. I pumped them inside her a few times, feeling her walls contract, her wetness increase
Her hands grasped my waist and she urged me on. I lined my cock up at her entrance and slid home, her name filling the room. There was no grace to my movements, and very little control. I wanted to be inside her, to fill her up with me, to know she’d be still wet with me later.
The rhythm we set was relentless, the sofa squeaking, my knees being burned by the material. I watched her tits bounce with each thrust and her nipples harden like precious gems. She milked my cock as she came, one of her legs tight around my waist, the other held high, allowing me deep.
My release was almost painful in its intensity, filling her, marking her, like I did every time.
“Mine.” The word came out as a breath. “You’re mine.” I kissed her without finesse, pressing my body down on her so I could feel her heartbeat.
She sighed, her hands holding me now rather than gripping.
“It’s a good job you feel that way.”
I pushed myself up so I could see her. “I’ll always feel that way.” I paused, seeing a slight smile grow on her face. I was still inside her, still fairly hard. There was a good chance I was going to get harder if she carried on looking at me like that.
“Good. I came in here to tell you something. I was going to wait until morning, but I couldn’t.”
I laughed, moving slightly out of her tight channel and back in again. “Present spoiler.”
“It was mine.”
My arms froze.
“Your what?”
“Pregnancy test. In the bathroom. The positive one.”
17
How to Win at Poker, a book – From Jackson to Seph
Victoria
I’d never had a man pass out while he was inside me before.
There had been one occasion – not with Max – when I had fallen asleep during sex. To his credit, the guy I was with had stopped and woken me up, extremely apologetic and concerned that by sleeping I’d retracted my consent. It was that concern that he’d voiced as soon as he’d woken me, which possibly explains why I fell asleep like that in the first place.
This – Max collapsing just when his dick was starting to fully harden and I was all about a second round right now – was nothing to do with Max needing sleep.
This was him fainting, and I knew there was no way I wasn’t going to be able to not tell Claire and Van about this at some point in the near future.
I started to laugh, finding it rather difficult as I had around fifteen stone of sheer male muscle collapsed on me.
“W…what…” He started to come to, rolling off me onto the floor. I grabbed his T-shirt before we needed to explain to Marie why we were getting the sofa cleaned.
His expression was utterly dazed and confused.
“What did you say?”
I started to laugh, not the sort of delicate, feminine laugh, more the shit I’m going to wet myself hysterics that was going to end in tears and a shortness of breath.
I also couldn’t speak, which was adding to Max’s frustrations as he lay on the floor, and my laughter was getting uncontrollably louder which could lead to someone coming in, finding us both here, very, very naked.
“Vic, did you say the test in the bathroom was yours?” He looked aghast. Shocked.
I managed to nod, still laughing. Tears were there now. There was a lot of wetness going on.
“And it was positive?”
I nodded, just about getting some semblance of control over my laughter.
“So you’re pregnant?”
I nodded again but managed to control my laughter enough to speak. “That’s generally what a positive pregnancy test means. The person who’s peed on the stick is pregnant.”
He sat up; his face white.
“You’re pregnant?”
I moved off the sofa, picked up my dressing gown and put it on, just in case someone came in. No one would be overly bothered if they saw Max naked, and given that the room smelled of cinnamon scented sex, it wouldn’t be difficult to work out what we’d been doing. However, if, for example, Seph entered and saw me naked, that would be the end of Seph.
I faced him on the floor, my legs going over his. My eyes going over
his body. Thick, muscular thighs, broad chest with defined pecs and the mural of tattoos that I loved to trace, a ladder of abs and his arms; hard big biceps that could literally make my mouth water.
“You’ve just looked at me like I look at your tits.” He almost sounded disgruntled. “And you haven’t answered me.”
I laughed again and leaned over straddling him, his T-shirt falling over his lap. “I’m pregnant. I was going to tell you in the morning, but I woke up and I couldn’t wait.”
“The test in the bathroom was yours.”
I nodded. “I had it in my bag and took it just before we all got together this evening. I thought I’d wrapped it up and put it back away but I was just in – shock.” When I’d seen the result I hadn’t believed it. There had been many tests over the last few months; each time I’d been heartbroken and then doubly so when I’d told Max and seen the disappointment on his face.
“You’re pregnant.”
I realised that what I’d just said hadn’t gone in at all.
“I’m pregnant. We’re going to be parents.”
This time I saw the realisation, the understanding. He rushed his arms around me and brought me into his chest, holding me tight. His head buried into my neck and I felt wetness.
I’d never seen Max cry. He’d been a bit emotional once, when we’d been watching a romance that hadn’t been his choice, but he’d claimed he’d touched his eyes after eating a chilli. I’d pretended to believe it for the sake of his ego.
“I’m really hoping that those are happy tears.”
He pulled away from me and didn’t try to hide that he was crying. “I came in here thinking what it would be like if it was our child’s presents we were putting under the tree and you’ve just made that come true.”
He tried to brush the tears away, but I stopped him.
“It’s early days. I’ll be less than six weeks pregnant. I’ll make an appointment next week to see the doctor, so we’ll need to go back home for a day.” I pressed a kiss to his chest. I knew that for the next infinite number of months he was going to worry obsessively so at some point we were going to have to have a chat about what was acceptable and what wasn’t in terms of how protective he could be.
“Fuck, Vic. This is amazing.”
“I know. It’s that amazing you passed out. While you were inside me. Can we discuss that for two minutes?”
He made a noise that sounded like a growl before standing up and picking me up. The caveman was there, but he was careful, not quite tossing me over his shoulder but determined to carry me to wherever he wanted us to go.
“You had just told me I was going to be a father. I’m allowed to have a moment where I’m shocked.”
Our room was nearby on the ground floor, which meant we were only a few footsteps of opportunity for someone to walk out into the hallway and see Max in all his naked glory.
Thankfully – although Max wouldn’t have cared – no one emerged. He backed me through the door that I hadn’t fully closed and lay me on the bed, more carefully than he ever had before.
“I’m not made of glass.”
“Right now you are. I promise I won’t be like this for the next nine months, but for now, let me. Please.”
It was the “please” that got me, that and the look in his eyes as he braced himself on his arms over me.
“Okay.” His arms were firm and hard next to me, strong arms that had held me and carried me, and would do the same with our baby. He made me feel safe enough to dare to do things, to be myself and aim for the sky with everything, because he was there to catch me in case I ever fell. Not that he’d let me.
Alone I was determined and strong. With him, I was invincible. I knew, lying there, looking into his dark brown eyes, I’d chosen the right man as my partner, the right father for my child.
The kiss was nothing like what we’d shared before. I felt him holding back, a dam about to burst, but his mouth was tender on mine. There was a gentleness that felt like silk being brushed across me, every touch he made deliberate; every kiss he gave with meaning.
“This.” He kissed my neck. “Is the.” He moved to my collar bone, tracing it with his tongue. “Best moment.” He nuzzled between my breasts. “Of my life.”
I looked at him, his eyes full of what seemed like worship. This man who had at one point been terrified of being a father was now looking at me as if I’d made him king.
“Mine too.” Because it was. We’d wanted this so hard. “I don’t think getting married will top it.”
“It’ll be a very close second.”
I could feel his hard cock against my leg, fully recovered after his fainting fit. The fainting fit that had stopped me from having another happy ending. The pulse between my legs started to throb again, my body anticipating being completed by the man who was my soon-to-be husband.
His cock hardened further when I grasped it with a hand. I ran my hand lazily up and down it, feeling him tense, seeing him bite his lips together as he searched for control.
Without speaking, I guided him to my entrance, knowing I was wet from earlier and even more so now with anticipation. I lifted my face to his, searching for another kiss as he moved over me, seating himself between my thighs, his cock ready to push in and join us both together.
It became completely different than before. Tender and slow, we found a rhythm that moved deeper within me than anything had before. I gripped Max’s arms, aware that any control I had was being lost now, reliant on him to stop me drowning in a tidal wave of everything.
My climax was slow and hard, making my hips move and his name fall from my lips – possibly a little too loudly. That was enough for Max’s dam to break and he began to lose his control, moving harder and faster before I felt him come inside me, holding my hips tight, his expression one of pure bliss.
We collapsed onto the bed, sated and tired. I heard a child cry a few doors down, probably Teddy.
“That’ll be us in a few months.”
He smiled, his eyes not leaving mine. “I can’t wait.”
We fell asleep entwined; our Christmas present already loved.
18
New bed linen with a high thread count – from Marie to Ava
Claire
When you’re twenty thousand months pregnant with a baby hippopotamus sleep is a precious commodity. All I wanted for Christmas was a twelve-hour nap without the baby-in-progress kicking my bladder like it was a football; or even better, a full year without being pregnant.
I’d uttered those words to Killian last night, mentioning how it was entirely his fault that I couldn’t sleep and felt huge. He’d just laughed and patted my hand, then said he’d remind me of that when this second little girl wasn’t a tiny baby anymore and I was broody, which we both knew would happen, just maybe with a bigger gap between two and three. Maybe.
“You’re awake.” His voice was the voice of someone who hadn’t been awake all night.
“Ten points to Griffindor for your observational skills.”
He turned over and did what he could to wrap his arms around me. “You must be in a good mood: you didn’t put me in Slytheryn.”
“Make the most of it. It probably won’t last. Any idea who the pregnancy test belonged to?” I shifted my ass into his stomach, knowing that we had about twenty minutes maybe, until Eliza woke up and my third trimester did induce the horny feeling when I wasn’t feeling like a humongous human incubator.
“Not Katie. I asked Nick who was scared enough to go and check with her. And I heard Maven saying that it wasn’t her, then she burst into tears so I removed myself at that point to where Jackson was sharing a bottle of bourbon.”
His hand moved up under my oversized night dress that I was only wearing in case I needed to see to Eliza. There was a small dressing room that led off from our room here, that Marie had managed to get a bed into so we could have a little bit of privacy.
“I think Maven’s getting over a heartbreak.” I felt for her
. I knew how it felt to have your heart ripped in two, even if you did the ripping yourself.
“Hmmm.” He cupped my breast and toyed with my nipple.
A judder of heat shot down to between my thighs, thighs I hadn’t properly seen for a while. I had no idea what time it was. It was still dark and Eliza was too young yet to not sleep until a reasonable hour. Next year, I knew it would be different. She’d be excited about Santa Claus and probably wouldn’t sleep unless we put whisky in her milk, which I knew Marie had done with the twins.
It was probably still a good shout to do to Seph.
“My favourite thing about you being pregnant is that it takes about three seconds for you to get revved up.” His hand transferred to between my legs. I didn’t question why Killian still found me attractive when I was about seventy times bigger than usual, I just accepted it. It was his fault – solely – that I was like this.
I was just settling in for a nice, relaxing orgasm when the sound of little feet made us both freeze.
“Mummy. Is time?” The lisp wasn’t quite as cute when it was about to cock block you.
“Fuck.” Killian fell onto his back.
“That’s what we won’t be doing.”
“There’s no chance of a third. Imagine two of them.”
I was aware of him shucking on his underwear under the covers.
“Not time yet, baby. What’s woke you?’
Little feet came into our room. “Bells. ‘Anta.”
“Come round this side, Ellie, and I’ll bring you in bed with us.” Killian sat up and put on the bedside light, watching as the little blonde child we’d somehow made, trotted round.
Eliza was fearless. Not scared of the dark, of spiders, or being on her own. She was full of sass and bravery and I knew that would scare us as she got older.
She lifted up her arms and Killian brought her onto the bed, kissing the top of her head.
“Pwesents?”
“She’s spending too much time with Nick’s twins.” I glared at my husband.