by L. D. Davis
Lydia stared at me for a long time before speaking. “You are breaking her,” she whispered.
“She’s hurt, not broken. I’m going to spend what time I can with her and then…”
“Then you’re going to dump the mother of your unborn child so that you don’t ‘break’ her, but you should know something, Kyle,” Lydia said with conviction. “She let Gavin go, but I don’t see her doing that with you. You’re going to drag her down with you.”
I knew she was right. I knew it, and I’d have to find a way to keep that from happening.
We arrived at her house a couple of minutes later. I slipped out from under Lily to help Lydia into her house.
“Nice house,” I said on the foyer, though I could only see the living room and part of the kitchen.
She looked at me with eyes similar to Lily’s. “I gave you a hard time, and I will continue to do so, but I do appreciate all you have done for me and my family.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, with my hand on the door.
“My mortgage was mysteriously paid off by a private foundation out of Philly. That same private foundation provided my family with thousands of dollars in gift cards for the grocery store and a couple of department stores. My medical bills stopped being medical bills and became receipts for payment in full. My heating bills were paid and before it even started getting warm, the electric company informed me that I have an enormous credit on my account.”
“That’s…something…” I said, opening the door.
“Oh, you’re home,” a teenage girl said as she came downstairs. “With a date?” The way the girl stared at me with a small smile made me feel uncomfortable.
“He’s not mine,” Lydia gave the girl a fake frown. “My sister’s. Are you calling your mom to pick you up or are you spending the night?”
“I’ll stay,” the girl said, walking backward toward the kitchen. “You have enough ice-cream to keep a teenage girl happy for days and there’s a My So Called Life marathon on tonight. Get to see the Jared Leto of the nineties,” she grinned.
She gave me a wave and disappeared into the kitchen.
“I better go,” I said, backing out the door. “Lily is exhausted. I need to try and get some food and fluids into her and get her to bed.”
Lydia took the few steps between us and kissed my cheek. “Thank you for taking the pressure off of Lily. I wasn’t sure how much longer she could take care of us and herself. Does she know about your foundation?”
“Yes,” I said after a moment of hesitation. “But she doesn’t know what I did for you and I’d like to keep it that way. I didn’t do it for recognition and I certainly didn’t expect a thank you.”
“Okay. Just…take care of my sister, Kyle.”
“I’ll do whatever is best for her and the baby,” I said and closed the door before she could say anything more.
Lily was awake when I got back in the Escalade.
“Is Lydia okay?” she yawned. “I should have gone in with her.”
“She’s good,” I said. “You needed to rest. Are you hungry? You haven’t eaten all day.”
“Umm,” she sighed, resting her head on my chest. I draped an arm over her, happy that she didn’t move over to the other side of the bench seat again. “I can go for some ice-cream and French fries.”
“Together?” I questioned, with my eyebrows raised. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Emmy’s crazy craving was bacon and cheese curls – together.
“Mmm hmm. Let’s find a McDonalds and get somewhere and go to bed.”
“Showers first?” I suggested and kissed her forehead.
“Now you’re saying I stink,” she said.
“You smell pleasant,” I lied.
“Liar,” she said, punching me in the chest. “Thank you for coming, Kyle,” she said quietly.
“You didn’t want me to.”
“I know, but you paid me no mind and I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you here right now. So, let’s just…relax. I don’t want to argue or talk about the obvious shit while we’re here.”
“Okay,” I agreed easily. I tilted her head up and pressed my lips to hers. “Yum. You don’t need to brush your teeth either. Your breath is awesome.”
The bully punched me again. “Fuck you.”
“Later, I promise,” I whispered in her ear and watched her squirm in her seat.
*~~~*
I watched with fascination as my two fingers, coated with Lily’s moisture, slid in and out of her tight channel. She was propped up on her elbows, watching with equal fascination. She moaned with satisfaction every time I pushed in deep, and she rolled her hips, taking advantage of my fingers.
“More?” I asked.
She looked at me with lustful eyes and nodded. She bit down on her bottom lip as I withdrew two fingers and pushed in three. Moaning, she circled those ample hips again. I rewarded her eagerness with my thumb on her swollen clit and pressed. Her pussy squeezed my fingers as she shrieked and grinded against my hand.
“Mmm. I think you can handle one more finger,” I said, and added a fourth finger.
Lily’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and her mouth formed a great big O as I slid my fingers deep into her.
“Look, Lily,” I commanded. “Watch me finger fuck your sweet pussy.”
She looked down at my fingers glistening with her sweet cream.
“Harder,” she demanded and bit her lip.
I shook my head. I had been going slow and easy with her out of fear. We didn’t really know how safe it was for Lily to have sex. The last thing I wanted to do was let lust take over and then suffer terrible consequences. Until she got the okay from a doctor, I wasn’t going to fuck her as hard as I normally would, even if it were just my fingers.
“Please,” she pleaded.
“No,” I said firmly.
I repositioned myself on the bed and between her soft thighs. I kept my fingers inside of her as I flattened my tongue against her clit. Lily cried out and threw her head back again.
“Watch me,” I said against her moist flesh.
Her eyes, delirious with heat, fell on mine. I sucked hard on her clit as I flexed my fingers inside of her. Her instant orgasm made my fingers and mouth slick. I groaned deeply as I tasted her juices on my tongue.
“Fuck, baby,” I murmured against her clit. “You taste sweeter after every orgasm.”
“Make me come again,” she begged. “Please, Kyle.”
I slowly pulled my fingers out of her. I reached up and coated her lips with her own juices. “Open,” I commanded. Obediently, Lily opened her mouth and I slid those four fingers into her mouth.
“Suck my fingers clean,” I said huskily. Lily sucked on my fingers as if they were a cock. She took them all the way to the first knuckle and slowly slid her mouth to the tips before inhaling them again.
When I was satisfied she had cleaned my fingers, I made her lie back on the stack of pillows I had placed behind her. I got on my knees and angled her body so that her legs were on my shoulders and her pussy was right where I needed it while I looped my arms under her thighs. Her back was arched off of the bed while her shoulders and head were on the bed. She used her arms at her sides to steady herself. I buried my face between her legs, moaning when I tasted the trickles of her nectar sliding out of her cunt.
Lily thrashed against me, beat the bed with her hands and screamed as I rammed my tongue into her hole over and over, tasting her from the inside out. My tongue slid out of her and through her folds and over her clit. Her thighs attempted to clamp shut when it became too much, but I held them open and licked her harder before punching my tongue inside of her again. I couldn’t get enough of tasting her and feeling her squirm and hearing her cries of pleasure.
With a determined grunt, I dislodged myself from between her gorgeous legs and moved to her side. I pushed two fingers back inside of her and pressed on her clit with my thumb as I moved my fingers, beckoning
her to come. I used my other hand and pressed down just above her pubic bone, adding to the beautiful pressure I knew she was feeling.
“It’s too much!” She screamed. “I can’t!”
“You can, and you will, baby,” I urged her. “I want to see your cum gushing out of that pussy, Lily.”
“We tried before,” she panted, tossing her head back and forth in ecstasy. “We tried. I can’t.”
“You will,” I demanded. “I can’t wait to see you squirting all over the place, Lily. You’re going to soak me with your cum, baby.”
Suddenly her body jerked, her pussy went into spasms around my fingers and when I moved my thumb off of her clit, she screamed louder than I’ve ever heard a woman scream before as stream after stream of her sweet cum burst from her body, hitting me, squirting to the floor, and pooling on the bed beneath her. I groaned uncontrollably as I rubbed the liquid all over her pussy. She sobbed with pleasure as I poised my body over hers, careful not to crush her. I brought my cum-soaked hand to her mouth and spread her cream across her lips, pushed my fingers into her mouth. Before she could lick any away, I planted my mouth on hers, sucking her juices off of her lips and licking the inside of her mouth.
I needed to be inside of her while her pussy was still soaked in her cum. I pressed in slowly, groaning and cursing because the wetness with her tight hole was almost too much to bear.
“You’re so wet,” I grunted, trying not to pound into her. “So fucking tight.”
“Fuck me hard,” she pleaded, pulling on my hips with her hands, but I was in complete control, not allowing her to pull me in balls deep.
“Kyle,” she whined.
“We have to be careful,” I said through a clenched jaw as I pushed ever so slowly into her.
She rocked her hips up, trying to get me deeper and succeeded a little, but only a little. I stopped moving and looked at her disapprovingly.
“Please,” she panted, pulling on me as she was pushing her hips up. “Please.”
I shook my head as I gave her a little bit more.
“Guess I have to play dirty,” she said with a gleam in her eye. I watched wide eyed as she took one ample breast and pushed it towards her face. With her eyes set on mine, she leaned into it and took a jeweled nipple into her mouth and bit down.
“Fuck…” I moaned. “Stop, Lily. Please.” Now I was the one pleading.
She moaned as she sucked on her nipple, never breaking eye contact with me. When I thought I was still in control of myself, she stuck her studded tongue out and giving her nipple a full lick until the metal in her mouth hit the metal on her nipple. She groaned loudly and thrust her hips up as she did it repeatedly, making the hard bud grow impossibly harder. That’s when I lost it.
With a feral growl, I buried my cock in her pussy with one hard thrust. Lily cried out, but she didn’t stop licking her nipple. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen her do and I couldn’t help myself as I pulled out and rammed back into her again. I did it again, but harder. In seconds, I lost my fucking mind as I pounded into her while she screamed around the nipple in her mouth. When she switched to the other one, I wanted a piece of that action, too. I bent my head and my tongue joined hers, licking her hard nipple. I had never experienced anything like it in my life – the taste of her tongue and her nipple in my mouth at the same time.
“Shit!” I yelled as her legs wrapped around me and I fucked her with a maddening frenzy. “I’m going to come so fucking hard, baby!”
Suddenly Lily screamed like she did earlier and I could feel her cum squirting on my pelvis and coating my cock and balls. Her wet orgasm set mine off and I yelled incoherently and ferociously as I violently slammed my cock into her and started spurting semen inside of her. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me as we soaked each other with our orgasms.
“Shit,” I cursed after my head started to clear. I started to scramble off of her, but she held me tightly.
“No, it’s okay,” she said hurriedly. “I’m okay. We’re okay.”
“How do you know?” I questioned, looking into her gray eyes.
“I just know,” she gave a small shrug. “Trust me. I want to feel you inside of me a little longer,” she whispered as she cupped my face with one hand. “I want to feel the weight of your body on mine for a little while longer.”
I gave in. I buried my face in her neck and wrapped my arms around her. Her fingers stroked over the back of my head and down my back soothingly, but she never said anything about the tears that were soaking her neck and hair.
Chapter Sixteen
*~Kyle~*
I watched as Lily tried to hold back her tears when she met her nieces and nephew for the first time. Six and a half year old Gavin Jr. was talking a mile a minute about his Lego creations. Four year old Cora brushed Lily’s hair with a brush met for a small doll, but Lily didn’t seem to care. She balanced two year old Amanda on her lap while the girl stared at some kiddy show on the television. Gavin’s mother stood off to the side with Lydia, both women wiping away tears as they watched Lily interact with the children who were the children of the deceased love of her life and siblings to her deceased daughter. The children were all she had left of both Gavin and Anna.
Lily glanced up at me with shiny eyes and a big grin that made my heart lurch in my chest. She was so patient as the two older ones tried to talk to her at the same time, and she couldn’t stop touching them, putting her hands in their hair, holding their little faces, or planting kisses on their cheeks. I had never seen Lily’s face so lit up. She was glowing after the way we closed out our night last night, but this light blasting from within her was blindingly amazing. She dazzled and glimmered, shiny and bright. I had never seen her look as stunning as she did surrounded by those kids.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and started taking pictures. Some of them they posed for, most they didn’t. Even after she followed the kids into the family room to play, I continued taking pictures, wanting to savor these moments, as I was sure she’d want to, too. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the mother of my unborn child. She was going to be the mother I never had and I was so grateful for that.
“Can you build a starship with me?” Gavin Jr. asked after getting my attention with a tap to my arm.
Lily looked over nervously. She had never seen me with children. Hell, I wasn’t even sure I knew how to act around kids, but I didn’t think about it.
“Sure, buddy,” I said and went to sit on the floor with him next to the biggest bucket of Legos I had ever seen in my life.
“This is serious work,” Gavin said with the utmost seriousness I thought a child his age could have.
“Right,” I nodded, keeping a serious face for his sake.
He scratched his blond head absently as he talked. “Maybe we should build two starships. You have bigger hands. You might be able to build faster than me.”
“Possibly.”
“If you find some of Cora’s Legos in here toss them out! I don’t build pink starships!”
“Gotcha.”
I looked over at Lily and winked. She smiled and returned to being pampered by Cora and tickling Amanda.
Gavin talked a lot while building. I went into a zone, building my starship as Gavin and I had serious conversations about school, ICarly, Amanda’s pooping habits, and more. The kid could talk a hell of a lot, but I hung onto every word and proved I was paying attention by asking questions and sharing my opinions. When he grew quiet after an hour or so, I thought maybe he was getting tired. Our starships were enormous and we were still building.
“My dad use to play Legos with me,” he said quietly just as I was considering asking him if he was tired.
I peeled my eyes away from my starship and looked in his little face. I could feel the adults’ eyes on us, waiting for my reaction.
“I probably can’t build a starship as big as your dad’s,” I said.
“Yours is okay,” he shrugged as he stared at his ship in his hand
. “Just miss building stuff with my dad.”
Fuck.
“What kind of stuff did you guys use to build?” I asked him.
“Everything,” he gestured wildly. “Cities, towns, boats, cars. I used to have a lot more Legos but when he died I got mad and threw them all away. Now I wish I still had them because they were ours.”
What could I possibly say to make him feel better? I couldn’t bring his dad back and replacing the Legos with new ones wouldn’t necessarily make him feel any better. Shit, I wasn’t good at this kind of thing, obviously. I’m Kyle Sterling, the Dick, not Kyle Sterling the child whisperer.
“You know what?” I started before I could even think about what I was going to say. “My dad didn’t build Lego cities, towns, and starships with me. My dad didn’t build anything with me. I don’t have nice memories like you do. I am so glad for you because you can remember doing fun things with your dad. When you grow up and have a son of your own, you can do the same things with him and you can say ‘my dad and I used to do this.’ And he’ll do the same for his son when he grows up. It’s good to have nice memories even if you don’t have the person anymore.”
He looked like he was thinking about that while he fumbled with his starship. I wasn’t sure if I really said the right thing. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything and left it to his mother or grandparents.
“I have pictures of the stuff we built,” he said thoughtfully. “My teacher says that pictures are memories frozen in time so that we never forget. That’s cool. Why didn’t your dad do anything with you?”
I looked down at my pile of Legos. “He was too busy I guess,” I said, sparing him the truth, that Walter hated me even when I tried very hard to get him to love me as a child.
“Okay so don’t be too busy for your kids,” Gavin said with a shrug. “You can give them good memories. This is a good memory, too. Our starships are super! Mom take a picture!”
Gavin sat beside me and we held our ships on display as his mother froze this memory.