by London Casey
As I inched down her body, I shut my eyes and put the tip of my nose to her stomach and followed the beautiful arch that the pregnancy had given her. It made my heart race, as I grit my teeth.
I was in love with this moment. All these moments with her.
Moments she could and would never be able to share with anyone else.
Moments I would never ever forget.
When I reached her mound, I smiled when I realized she hadn’t shaved herself in a little while. I assumed it was getting hard for her to do so as she couldn’t look down and see herself.
I didn’t care though.
She was still beautiful.
I dipped my tongue into her honey and flicked up and down.
I felt alive.
I felt like myself.
She was like poison to me… but a good poison.
I had no idea what to think or feel when I was near her.
I tasted her again.
She groaned my name and lifted her hips off the bed.
I slid my hands under to her lower back and used the tip of my tongue to play with her eager clit. Each time I touched her, she groaned and wiggled. I slowly turned my head and began to kiss her. My lips to her lips. Suckling her sweetness. Pulling away with gentle tugs. Popping my mouth free, making sure the wet noise was loud.
Her hips moved up and down, finding their own rhythm as my tongue found its own too. We were synched together. I tasted from her throbbing center to her pearly clit.
My right hand ended up at my pants.
I opened them and pulled my cock free.
I had to.
I had to stroke myself.
Her honey laced pussy made my right hand squeeze so tight on my cock, I thought I was going to come before I even got into her warmth.
No. That can and will never happen. She will always come first.
My fist stopped moving with my throbbing head stuffed into the palm of my hand.
I groaned and moved my tongue faster. Harder.
My left hand rested against the prickly stubble on her mound.
I slowly pulled her mound back, exposing her clit all the way.
My lips and tongue attacked with purpose.
Maya grabbed my hair with both hands and cried out, reaching her apex.
I stayed with her, my tongue moving as fast as I could move it.
A warm rush of pleasure was my gift and my tongue lapped her up like sweet tea on a hot summer day.
I moved my right hand from my cock to her slit.
I thrust two fingers into her and felt her swollen and throbbing against my touch.
I pulled away and reached down for my cock again, coating myself with her honey.
That was all I could take…
I pulled away from her body and stood up.
I ripped my shirt open, sending buttons scattering across the room.
Maya let out a gasp and climbed back on the bed.
Her face was flushed as she lifted her shirt up over her head.
I took my undershirt off, dropped my pants and kicked out of them and my shoes.
When I climbed onto the bed on my knees, I took my socks off because I was not going to be that guy who fucks with socks on.
Nope. Never.
When my hands touched Maya again, they went for her breasts.
Cupping her, my thumbs flirting with her nipples.
I felt moisture and grinned.
She blushed.
It was okay. It didn’t bother me. It just meant her body was reacting to me.
I moved forward and thrust into her body with one hard move.
Maya grabbed my arms and put her head back, crying out my name.
I held deep inside her body and sucked in a breath.
My hands moved around to her back and I lowered my mouth down to her breasts.
I thirsted on more of her.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
I inched my cock out of her and knew where this was going…
I was going to come hard and fall in love even harder.
I sat on the edge of the bed and read the text.
At your apartment. Where the fuck are you? NEED YOU RIGHT NOW.
I swallowed hard and stood up.
“Cole?” Maya whispered.
“Go to sleep, love. I have to go.”
“Go? Why?”
“Something came up. It’s fine. Just get some sleep.”
I put my pants and my undershirt back on.
My dress shirt was destroyed by my own hands.
Again, well worth it.
I looked over my shoulder and Maya was starting to sit up.
Holding the blankets to her chest.
“Cole, please… let me in…”
“It’ll be okay, love. Just stay here.”
I left the apartment with a hole in my heart and felt like shit the entire ride to my apartment.
When I got there, I found my brother sitting at my door, head back, eyes shut.
I kicked his leg and his eyes popped open.
“I wasn’t sleeping,” he said.
“What are you doing, Cody?”
“I need somewhere to crash,” he said.
His eyes were a mess. So were his words.
I nodded and bent my knees so I could scoop him up.
I carried my brother to the couch and put him down.
He was asleep in a second.
I cleaned out his pockets and found more than I cared to find.
My brother was beyond messed up on drugs again.
I took a breath and sat in the chair next to him and that’s where I decided to sleep. Just in case he woke up and freaked out or got sick.
When morning came, I woke up to find him wide awake, making coffee.
I looked at the table next to the couch and saw all the stuff I took out of his pockets was gone.
“Morning, Cole,” he called out.
“Morning,” I said as I stood up. “We need to talk, Cody.”
“I’m sure we do,” he said. “Me first. I need some cash. Like right now.”
“Cash?”
“Cash, brother, cash.”
“Cash for what?”
“I had a rough night.”
“You’re messed up again, Cody. It’s bad.”
“It’s more than bad, Cole,” Cody said. He poured a cup of coffee and handed it to me. “Well, it doesn’t have to be that way. Cash fixes it.”
“You owe someone money.”
“And you have money. Problem solved.”
“Drugs. You want me to pay for your drugs. I can’t do that.”
“Cole, come on, don’t be a prick. These guys will fuck me up. You too.”
“Me?”
“What if they followed me here?” Cody asked.
“You piece of shit,” I said. “I’ll call the fucking police.”
“No, you won’t,” Cody said. “You can’t. You need your perfect life, remember?”
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
It was Mr. Pickle calling me.
I walked away to take the call.
“Cole,” Mr. Pickle’s voice boomed. “We need to talk.”
“Of course,” I said. “I’m just getting ready to-”
“We need to settle this deal,” he said. “I’m coming to your place.”
“You’re what?”
“Enough with the office setting. We work better outside the office. Hey, we can always get a strip club to open early, huh? No, can’t do that. The hot girls are all sleeping now. Fuck. I’m still coming your way. I’ve got your address.”
He rattled off the numbers and I looked back at Cody.
My brother looked like a shell of himself.
And him being near someone like Mr. Pickle would only hurt all of us.
Fuck.
“Be there in ten,” Mr. Pickle said. “Save some of that coffee for me.”
The called ended and I pointed to my brother. “You need to leave.”
“I have a business meeting right now,” I said. “You get out of here and stay out of my way for the day and I’ll give you the cash you need. Okay?”
“I can’t walk the streets,” Cody said. “They might be looking for me. It was a really rough night.”
“I’ll get you somewhere safe to hide out,” I said.
My brain scrambled and I texted for a car. I just had to get Cody out of my apartment.
“You better keep to your end of the deal,” Cody said.
“I will,” I said. “Get out of here now. Your car is out front. The driver’s name is Bill. He’s taking you to my other apartment. You remember that one, right?”
“The studio style? I love that place.”
I ushered Cody out of the apartment and hurried to get a fresh shirt.
I fixed my hair, made fresh coffee and waited for Mr. Pickle to arrive.
When he knocked on the door, my heart suddenly sank.
I just sent my messed-up brother over to where Maya was staying…
Chapter Thirty-Five
Maya
I wasn’t going to bother Cole. My goofy pregnancy brain was split into so many possibilities, I almost felt compelled to write them all down. To get them off my mind, and to see if I had any material for a book.
The reality was that Cole had to go to the office to work. I knew more about this deal with Mr. Pickle than anyone besides those two and their lawyers, it was chaotic. Cole insisted this was all part of the deal, but it felt so drawn out. It felt like Mr. Pickle was just using Cole or messing with him. Dangling a gigantic payday in front of him and inching it away every chance he got.
Which I didn’t understand.
Cole worked so hard to get into the position he was in. He was the boss. He ran the company. And now he wanted to sell it?
Now, that was the logical reasoning in my mind. The reasoning where I should have stopped.
But…
The pregnancy hormones danced around and teased me with images of him bending some business whore over his desk, fucking her hard. Images of him touching her firm breasts. My boobs were so big and heavy, I wasn’t sure they were even fun anymore. Not to mention it didn’t help they were like broken faucets. You never knew when you were going to get a mouthful of milk… oops.
Cole would never hurt me though.
Ever.
Right?
Ever…
I got out of bed and took a shower.
A hot, relaxing shower always eased my mind, and now my body.
If the hormones, thoughts and boob changes weren’t enough, my body just ached all the time. Which made sense when you were carrying a watermelon on your stomach.
I finished showering and dried off when I heard the door to the apartment open and shut.
It was like Cole had a sensor or something.
He knew when I was showering.
Instead of threatening him with a blow dryer, I was going to give him a little show.
I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed the front of the towel.
“Hey, big man… ready for another drink of my-”
I stopped.
A man stood in the apartment and stared at me.
It wasn’t Cole.
I screamed and ran into the bedroom, slammed the door and locked it.
My towel fell to the floor and I jumped on the bed.
I rolled myself up under the covers.
Like that was going help.
I heard the intruder knocking at the bedroom door.
“Hello? Who are you?”
I pulled the covers down my face.
Who am I? Who are you? The friendliest burglar ever?
The knocking continued. “Come on. I saw you. You saw me. This is my place. What are you doing here?”
I mouthed What the fuck? and I inched from the bed.
I reached for my phone and held it tight.
“This is not your place,” I called out. “I live here.”
“I think there’s been some miscommunication here. My brother told me to come here.”
Brother?
That’s when it hit me.
The guy wasn’t breaking in…
“You’re Cole’s brother?” I called out.
“Yes,” the man said. “I’m Cody.”
Cody. Right.
At least it wasn’t some made up name like he always did on the phone.
Like Mr. Tittytwist or something.
He knocked on the door again. “I need to know what to do here.”
My phone vibrated.
I realized there were texts from Cole waiting for me.
I read the texts and gasped.
Cody was Cole’s brother. Which I knew. Cole sent Cody here to hide out because Mr. Pickle wanted an in-person meeting at Cole’s apartment.
What the fuck do you want me to do here? He almost saw me naked. I’m in the bedroom, still naked, with him knocking on the door.
I stood up from the bed. “I need to get dressed. I’ll be right out.”
“Who are you and why are you here? Are you one of my brother’s women he fucks for fun?”
I swallowed hard and glared at the door. “No. Go away, Cody.”
It was finally silent.
As I got dressed, Cole texted me.
I sat down to put my pants on because that’s what I had to do now.
Getting dressed was a chore.
I looked at my phone.
Do NOT talk to him! I’m sending a car to you, Maya. I repeat - DO NOT TALK TO HIM!
That made me feel great.
Who was this guy then? A killer?
I had no choice but to exit the bedroom.
Cody was in the kitchen, drinking from a bottle of whiskey.
He smacked his lips together and pointed to my stomach.
“Goddamn, woman,” he said. “Tell me my brother is into something kinky like this. That he pays to fuck pregnant women.”
“What? No.”
“Then who are you?”
“I’m leaving,” I said. “That’s who I am.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Cody said. “Does he even know you’re here?”
I looked at Cody and swallowed hard. “I’m having a rough go in life right now, okay? Cole was helping me. I needed somewhere to take a hot shower. He told me to come here. So I did. Okay?”
“Wow, my brother the saint,” Cody said. “Did he give you any money too?”
“No,” I said.
“Too bad.”
Cody eyed me hard. I could tell something was wrong with his eyes. And it wasn’t drinking. This guy was on something else.
“You look good from behind though,” he said. “All those curves. Two thumbs up there. But that belly though. Goddamn. That’s a dealbreaker for me.”
“Good,” I said. “Your face is a dealbreaker for me.”
Cody laughed.
I hurried to the door and got out of the apartment.
Outside the building a car was waiting for me.
Before I could even think about where I was going next, Cole sent me another text.
You’re coming to my place for the night.
I shook my head.
Things with Cole were never going to be smooth and easy, were they?
Cole waited for me outside the building.
He ran up to me and touched my shoulders. “Fuck, Maya. I’m…”
“I lied to him,” I said. “I made it sound like I’m some homeless, pregnant chick you’re helping out. You’re welcome for that. Oh, and he said I have a nice ass, but my stomach is too big. So I assume he was eye-fucking me.”
“Wait a second,” Cole said, grinding his teeth. “Did he see you naked?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I was on the floor, legs open, my pussy glowing like a pink neon light, waiting for some attention.”
The doorman at the building looked at me and his eyes went wide.
Oh, fuck.
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br /> “What happened?” Cole asked.
“Nothing,” I said, covering my face. “I’m so embarrassed right now. Can we go inside?”
Cole wrapped his arm around me and guided me into the building and up to his apartment.
The door to the apartment was this gigantic black door with fancy trim.
That made me go ha but when he opened the door, that made me go breathless.
It was like walking into a palace.
The first room was large, open, and directly across was a set of floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the city.
Cole took my hand and guided me to the right, where we entered a gourmet kitchen. This thing had top of the line appliances - including a freaking TV screen on the fridge which was playing news about the stock market. There were pots and pans hanging from a rack over the kitchen island. Everything was dark marble, perfectly cleaned, and smelled like it had never been touched.
Cole got me a bottle of water and poured himself a drink.
I looked around the kitchen. “This place is really nice.”
“It’s fake nice,” Cole said. “It’s all for the look. I can give you the full tour if you want.”
“Why don’t you start with what happened just now…”
“I’m so sorry, love,” Cole said. “I left because Cody showed up here. I had to get here to get him inside. I was going to give him my place and then come back to you. Then Mr. Pickle called and wanted to meet in person. Here. There was no way I could have him near my brother.”
“Why not, Cole?” I asked.
Cole slowly curled his lip. “Did you meet him?”
“I did,” I said. “You’re ashamed of him, aren’t you? He was high or something too, right? And you sent him to me. I was in the shower, Cole. I got out of the bathroom and thought it was you. I was this close to dropping my towel, thinking I was going to tease you into some wild sex…”
“Did he see you naked?” Cole growled.
“Why does it matter? If he did, he did. You can’t go back and change it, Cole.”
“Answer the question, Maya.”
“If it mattered that much, then why did you send him over there? I thought that was my place. I thought that’s where the baby was going to sleep. I guess not, huh? It’s just some place where you send your deep, dark secrets, isn’t it? Is that what your brother is? Is that what I am? Is that what our baby is?”
Now the whole thing suddenly caught up to me.