by Katy Kaylee
“I wanted to do something for you so you always know how much I love you, Gwen. I’m gunna be in a movie with Bruce fucking Willis, right… and you have your restaurant to manage. I don’t want these busy lives to separate us.” Tearing my eyes off the spoon, my breath caught beyond the lump in my throat as Ryan’s words wiggled into the deep crevices of my brain. “You know that, right? I love you, Gwen. I don’t expect you to say it, but that’s okay. I can wait… and, even if you can’t ever say it, it won’t really matter.”
The gravity dragging down his features warped by my tears, and I hiccupped a shallow breath. Shakily setting the box back on the table, I scooted the short distance between us to wrap my arms around him. My towel fell away, but, in this moment, we transcended physical, and my soul flared to life. His tense muscles rippled under his skin, and he buried his face in my neck as his arms gathered me up in a powerful bear hug.
Gwen
“You’re such a nasty, little slut- fuck…” Kissing down Ryan’s sculpted chest, I licked the pool off grape juice that gathered between his abs with a moan. “I should’ve gotten some more stuff.”
“I have stuff…” Mumbling as my chin rubbed raw against his happy trail, I couldn’t help but smile at his low, enthusiastic groan. Hoisting myself off my sofa, my legs trembled on the way to the kitchen, and a sweet sort of euphoria gripped my heart in a vice. Disbelief clouded my mind, and I couldn’t figure out if I’d fallen into a stress coma or if this was real.
I hoped it was real. That stupid spoon is so friggen adorable. Ryan had obviously put a lot of time and effort into that spoon, and it was like getting a present from a 5-year-old; it was so cute because it was so ugly, but it was incredibly thoughtful and sweet.
“Uh-“ Popping open the refrigerator, I peered inside to grab Ryan’s attention, and he grunted from the living room. “I have… left-over fried chicken… some spaghetti in sauce-“
“Is it bone-in chicken?”
“No- they’re tenders.” Any skepticism I had about Ryan dismissing my especially-not-sexy foods disappeared when he told me to bring them both. My perpetual smile widened, and I held both the containers under my arm as my heart filled to bursting. “You do know the normal thing to do is use frosting or strawberries or something- fried chicken and spaghetti is kind of weird.”
“If you think about it, it’s genius.” Emerging into the living room, I giggled at Ryan’s unperturbed tone, and he sat up to send juice streaming down his chest and onto the cushions. “I’m serious- I’m gunna feed you spaghetti, and then, I’m gunna fuck your face before you swallow. How awesome is that gunna feel?”
“And the fried chicken?” Throwing his legs over the front of the sofa, Ryan gripped my hips as I straddled him, and need rampaged through my veins. Popping open the container of spaghetti, I ground against his half-hard cock, and excitement trilled down my spine when he shot me a ‘duh’ look.
“Cold fried chicken is the best fried chicken, baby. I just want to eat some- what else would I do?” Laughing as Ryan squeezed my ass with a hungry groan, I held up a single noodle slathered with sauce. Hot, chapped lips sucked my nipple, and I arched with a gasp at the bizarre eroticism of it. “You’re gunna need a new couch after this, I think.”
“Oh-h yeah…?” Biting down on my bottom lip when Ryan’s gaze flickered up to flare brilliantly, I dangled the noodle on his nose. “We can go pick one out together.”
“It’s a date.” Snapping his teeth at the noodle, he kneaded my breasts hard as I rocked my hips, and a strangled giggle escaped my lips. Slurping the long, stained strand, he licked up my sternum with another groan that filled my ears beautifully. His cock burrowed deep between my folds, and I reached between us to circle his head with my fingertip.
Strong hands squeezed my breasts, and Ryan suckled my nipple between his teeth to send shocks down my spine. Arching into his mouth, I gasped as his cock throbbed, only intensifying the ache in my core. Pinching my other nipple before groping blindly in the open Tupperware, he slathered spaghetti sauce on my chin and lips, and I shivered violently.
“Jesus Christ-“ Panting harshly, Ryan gently tapped my lips to part them, and he dropped noodles into my mouth sloppily. “Suck my cock, Gwen…”
Giggling muffled as I shuffled off him to sit on my knees between his, I took a deep breath as saliva pooled under my tongue. His cock stood tall, flushed dark and desperate, and I pumped the base with a tingling palm. The logistics of sucking him off with a full mouth were eased as he gathered up my hair but didn’t pull or hold taut.
“This is so weird but I can fucking feel it- I’m gunna have the best fucking orgasm of my entire life, baby…” Excitement dribbled from Ryan’s tone, and I hummed as I held his cock straight so nothing fell out of my mouth. His fat rod twitched between my lips, and I swiveled my tongue as I took him down- down- down. The guttural groan that escaped him rolled down my back, and I bopped my head slowly. “Holy fuck- holy fuck-“
Ryan didn’t try to thrust, but he shivered with his effort to hold back. Gazing up at the pure rapture that rippled across his face and strained the muscles in his neck, I cupped his sac to squeeze gingerly. The spaghetti squished against my inner cheeks and the roof of my mouth, and I gulped around the head of his cock. Feminine pride ripped through my chest when he jerked, his lips parting as he gasped, and the hairs on my back stood up.
“Fuck- fuck- it feels so good, baby… make me cum so I can fuck that gorgeous ass-s-s-s… fuck-k-k!” Dipping at his breathless demand, I sucked and tongued his cock as Ryan sputtered. Massaging his sac, my core clenched as my own need dripped down my thighs, and he leaned over me. Pushing my head down, he ground against the roof of my mouth, and I groaned around his glorious cock. Hot cum spurted along my tongue, and he spasmed around my head with a sharp inhale.
“Gulp it down, baby- fuck yes-s-s- fucking swallow all that fucking cum-“ Grinding out the words as he came more than ever before, Ryan thrust his hips up, and I gagged harshly. A noodle slipped down past my tongue, and I choked loudly as my throat flexed wildly. Tugging my head up sharply, his gasp rang in my ears, and I covered my mouth to keep everything inside.
It was a struggle to swallow, but Ryan’s cock didn’t deflate, and he growled in appreciation when my lips parted to pant harshly. Guiding me up into his lap, he kissed me hard, and I moaned when he slapped his cock against my ass cheeks. The head pressed insistently against my puckered hole, and I flung my arms around his neck to hold tight.
I loved this boy- I loved him, even if I couldn’t say it, and I sat back on his girthy length to stretch my back hole wide.
“O- oh-h-h God!” Arching from the pleasure that speared my insides, I whimpered into Ryan’s mouth. His tongue danced against mine, and he gripped my ass cheek with his free hand to thrust hard. “Yeah- yeah- yeah…!”
“-na fucking make you squirt, baby-“ Furiously circling my clit, Ryan cracked his other palm against my ass, and I shuddered violently. Kissing my neck and chest, he leaned back to thrust his clean fingers into my seeping channel, and I gripped his shoulders tightly. Bouncing on his cock, I clenched around his fingers, and he thumbed my nub to intensify the pressure building behind my eyes.
“I’m gunna cum- I’m cumming- I’m cum-min-n-n-g…! Harder! I’m so c- close!” My blubbering ended in a shriek as Ryan spread his legs and thrust, and black spots assaulted my vision. His fingers curled and stroked my undulating walls, and I couldn’t breathe as wave after wave of rapture slammed into me from above. Spasming wildly, I flung my head back as my eyes rolled, my mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Liquid splattered against his abdominals to drip down my legs and soak my sofa, but I didn’t care.
Because I felt good…
“Fuck- you okay, Gwen?” The question pierced my fogged mind, and I flopped my head forward to force my eyelids apart. Prideful concern tilted Ryan’s lips in a smirk, and he stroked my cheek with his free hand before speaking up between pants. “Let’s stick to straw
berries and whipped cream- yeah?”
“Y- yeah-“ Slurring heavily, I slumped forward a little with a groan, and his fingers left me so his arms could secure me to his chest. His heart raced, and I gulped down the cotton in my mouth to the faint taste of cum and spaghetti. “That- that was weird… we should never tell anyone- ever…”
“It’s not that- I just realized that fucking you after you slathered my cock in sauce might not be the best idea… I didn’t think it through well.” Tilting to snatch the container of fried chicken, Ryan grimaced against my crown as I tensed. “We gotta clean that up- we have to clean all this shit up. Next time, you decide… clearly, I have the worst notion of what’s sexy food.”
Ryan
Rubbing Gwen’s baby bump leisurely, I flipped through the tv channels as she flipped through some paperwork. Her restaurant was doing fabulously well, and all of the staff were clearly capable. The manager was a god, I was convinced; they were all handling things so well that she only went there every day for anywhere from a couple of minutes to a few hours.
My apprehension about her living in that restaurant had been squashed, thankfully, but it was only half the battle for her.
“So, what do you think? Anything promising?” She was looking at bakers, now, and she knew from experience that it would be much more difficult than servers and line cooks. Shaking her head at my probing, Gwen sighed and put yet another application into the rejection pile. “Maybe you should hold off on the bakery for now.”
“I think you may be right… These people aren’t experienced enough… that’s what I hate about bakers. None of these people have worked in a bakery before- even a slow one. There’s no way…” Groaning softly, Gwen rested her head on my chest, and I kissed her crown as I settled on a rerun of Terminator. “Uh- so, about that movie… I’m really proud and happy for you, Ryan.”
“Honestly… it hasn’t really sunk in, yet… I just learned about it that morning, and I’m still in a state of shock, you know? Like- Bruce fucking Willis is going to shake my hand. I’m gunna get to punch him in the face- like- wha-a-at… It’s mind blowing.” Her giggle was charming, and I blew out a hot breath; even talking about it didn’t seem real. The production wasn’t going to start until the end of the year, as it’s set in winter, and that was so damn far away. “Listen, I’ve been thinking since the other day… what if I moved in? Would that be okay?”
Nerves tightened my gut when Gwen tensed, and our baby kicked against my palm. Holding my breath, blood drummed in my ears, and she tilted her head to look at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw hers were wide, and my heart sunk a little when she licked her lips.
“Ah… maybe- maybe we could talk about it… a little more. I mean- I’m not against it, but-“
“But you don’t want anyone to find out.” I couldn’t keep the dark thread from my tone, and I sighed heavily as Gwen tore her eyes off me. Her jaw ticked against my pectoral muscle, and I pulled up her shirt to expose her bump. “We’re going to have a baby, Gwen. I won’t rush you or anything, but I do want to be here. Even if I just bring my clothes in totes and leave everything else- or give Tommy my place- I want to be here.”
“Can I think about it?” Taking that for what it was, I nodded firmly; at least Gwen hadn’t freaked out and said ‘no’ outright. Stroking her head, I turned my gaze back to the tv as she snuggled into my chest. “I just thought- what would people think? Right? But… my second thought was… how would Thomas feel? What if all the progress he made just crumpled because he realized you’d been lying to him for months and months? He would think you taking my side in arguments is because we were having sex, Ryan.”
“See, he would think that if I hadn’t been telling him all this shit for years before I shoved my face between your legs. Being with you just made me more adamant not to deal with Tommy’s bullshit. I mean- yeah, I’ve never threatened our friendship, but, sometimes, especially in the last year or so, I would wish we weren’t friends.” The rationalized was flimsy, I admit, and Gwen was probably right- but I was beyond caring at this point. Tommy was a topic that made me tired at the mention of his name, and that had to count for something. Sure, he’d been doing better, but if he cut me off right in this moment… how bad would I actually feel? “Anyway- the point is that I can’t be your dirty, little secret forever. As fun and thrilling as it is, I’m starting to feel like a side hoe.”
“I’m sorry.” My brows furrowed at that; I thought that I’d at least get a small laugh, and Gwen sighed. Rubbing her bump, I sucked up a sharp breath and rolled my shoulders to get a little more comfortable. “It’s bad- I feel bad. I just- I’m not ready, Ryan.”
“It’s okay, baby. You’ll think about it- that’s all I want. Even if I don’t officially move in or whatever, I’m still here all the time. Thomas isn’t ruining my apartment, and it could be worse… you could kick me out at 8 every night and force me to sleep in my car.” Cracking a smile at her giggle, I shirked off the conversation easily. She’d agreed to consider it, and I didn’t need my mail coming here or a shared home phone.
I just wanted to be here, in this bubble, where everything was perfect.
“So, I’m gunna go check on the ribs-“ Struggling to sit up, Gwen licked her lips as I hungry groan escaped me, and I held her hips to keep her stable. Her chubbiness had trimmed down because of her pregnancy, but the one part that stubbornly clung on was her love handles. Squeezing them to drag my palms to her ass, I squished her cheeks together beyond her pajama pants.
“How’s your butt?” Gwen blushed furiously at my question with a jerk of her head, and I sat up with a satisfied grin. “I’m sorry, again- I really didn’t think that through. I don’t know what I was thinking, honestly. That ass makes me stupid.”
“It was an… experience…” Heading for the stairs, Gwen tugged down her shirt over her belly, and I watched her ass jiggle as I followed. “I can’t believe you ate the fried chicken after.”
“I washed my hands thoroughly. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t stuck my fingers up your ass before. It wasn’t a big deal.” Gwen only hummed, and those memories played behind my eyelids when I blinked. It’d been a few days, yeah, and she wasn’t shitting her guts out or anything. I hoped I’d done a pretty thorough job, but she made an appointment with her doctor anyway for the end of the week.
Imagining her explaining this, even to a doctor, was fucking hilarious, and I bit back a laugh as we emerged into the hallway off the living room. My gaze flickered to the couch, and affection swelled in my chest just like every time I looked at it. The generic, straight, leather sofa the color of coffee with too much milk had been replaced with a semi-circular sectional. We’d gotten a bigger coffee table to match the light gray sofa, since a rectangular table was just kind of awkward.
“I want to make time at some point to go to Charlottesburg CI again, I think. It’d be better to meet them in person…” Coming up behind her as she grumbled, I shoved my hands up Gwen’s shirt to cup her breasts. She was so used to it, now, that she didn’t tense, but her sharp inhale was music to my ears. Her breasts were so tender and itchy, and my near constant playing with them helped- but, truthfully, I think she just liked it. Smirking as I kissed her neck, I ground my hips against her ass, and she gripped the waistline of my jeans to hold us tighter together.
“You’re my cock-hungry slut, right, Gwen?” Licking her ear lobe, I pinched her nipples when she nodded shakily, and she gasped as desire warmed my blood. “Say it.”
“I’m your cock-hungry slut, Ryan.” Groaning softly as triumph tightened my chest, my cock gorged at the simple fact that Gwen acknowledged she was mine. She was my sexy, nasty cum dumpster; she was the mother of my child; she was the woman I’d spend the rest of my life with… Not that I can say all that right now.
Tilting her head, Gwen searched for my lips, and I devoured hers to swallow her moan. Playing with her luscious tits as she rolled and ground her ass against me, I slipped my tongue past her teeth.
My taste buds tingled wildly, and my cock ached as she twisted in my arms to press against me. Shuffling back to sit in a chair, I cupped the back of her head to draw her into my lap, and she came without hesitation. Wink, wink.
“I fucking love how you’re always horny, baby- grind on my cock…” Flopping my head back to groan, I clenched my jaw as Gwen kissed down my neck. Tugging down her pants below her ass, my hands itched with greed, and I jiggled her ass cheeks.
“Ryan-“ Gwen’s moan tickled my ear, but she just ground against me, rocking back and forth. We’d fucked in these chairs often enough that she knew how best to do it, and I groaned as she rested her forehead against my shoulder. There was no overwhelming need to shove my cock inside her, and she didn’t seem particularly eager to pull it out. Kneading and groping her ass shamelessly, I tilted my hips and pushed to the heavy sway of her body.
A tiny click echoed through the living room and kitchen, and I tilted my head even though Gwen didn’t seem to hear it. Part of me didn’t want to tense- to alert her to whoever was here- but I knew she’d feel betrayed if I didn’t. Giving her ass one, last squeeze as Thomas and her father appeared in the entryway to the kitchen, I looked away quickly.
“What the fuck!” Stiffening at the high-pitched shriek, Gwen’s head snapped up as I winced, but she didn’t try to jump off me. Thomas’ face was beet red, eyes blazing, hands clenched into trembling fists, and my heart hammered against my ribs. Her father just looked shocked- like he didn’t think his 31-year-old daughter had sex- and I pulled her pajamas over her ass as silence rang in my ears.
“… This is exactly what it looks like.” Her confession shocked me, and I choked on my surprise as my gaze flew to Gwen. She glared at Thomas, daring him to say anything, and I pursed my lips thinly. “Say what you have to say, Thomas.”
This is bad.