Make Me a Mommy: A Mother's Day Secret Baby Romance

by Liz K. Lorde

  Chloe shakes her head.

  I can tell she’s overwhelmed.

  “No, chivalry is nice from time to time.”

  “Good.” I take a little bow. “Up the stairs you go, my fair maiden.”

  Giggling, she leads the way.

  Of course I have an ulterior motive for letting her go up before me. I’m not just being a gentleman. I want to feast on her fucking hot ass.

  My eyes nearly melt at the sight of that delicious ass wiggling its way up the stairs. By the time she’s halfway up, I catch a bit of a glimpse of her thong as her skirt has ridden up.

  In my pants, my cock’s coming to life.

  Quickly I hurry after her.

  When she steps inside, I hear her squeal in delight. She claps her hands. And when she turns to face me, I see her eyes glowing with pleasure.

  “Welcome to my den.”

  She laughs.

  “You own a private jet?”

  There is obvious disbelief in her voice.

  I nod.

  Her index finger taps against my chest.

  “Mr. Bennet, I think we will have to have a serious discussion about what you do for a living. A writer you ain’t.”

  My heart beats a little faster. I don’t want to lie to her. I want to fucking impress her.

  For a microsecond, I toy with telling her about my business—about owning Thebadboys.net.

  “I’m in business,” I say instead. “I own a small company.”

  Sometimes it’s all in the how you say it.

  I’m not lying to her. I’m just not telling her exactly what I do…yet. In time I might.

  “Mr. Bennet, if you could please be seated so we can get ready for takeoff?” the flight attendant says as she comes up behind me.

  “Let me show you to your seat, darling.”

  Chloe giggles again.

  I lead the way to the real part of the plane, since so far we’ve only been standing in the back part.

  When the curtain is drawn back and the full extent of the luxury is revealed, Chloe sucks in her breath.

  She turns to me.

  “Fuck, Aaron. This is really yours?”

  I nod.

  She shakes her head.

  Pride swells up inside of me. This is a better surprise than the library, I know.

  I’ve outdone myself. I’ve set new standards in impressing Chloe.

  I watch as she takes tiny steps toward the inside of the room.

  She goes over to the television, then she sits on one of the leather lounges before bouncing over to one of the bed-sized recliner chairs.

  Her fingers find the buttons, and I watch her recline and come back up again. She giggles.

  “Aaron, this is fucking amazing.”

  Her pleasure is about as much of a turn on as watching her ass wiggle up the stairs.

  It occurs to me that I want to show off my toys to her. I want to impress her. And I want to possess her.

  Usually, role models come to mind pretty fucking quickly. But right now I can’t think of which fictional character I want to be. Maybe I just want to be myself.

  And being myself means being truthful.

  I ignore the niggle in the pit of my stomach. Not telling is not lying.

  As I watch her, my desire for her increases. I can’t wait to rip her fucking clothes off.

  Like a girl let loose in a candy shop, she darts here, there, and everywhere. Her sheer delight is palpable.

  Breathless, she comes to stand in front of me again.

  Her chest is heaving. I see her nipples push through her flimsy material, and I imagine her pussy already wet and waiting.

  “Aaaaaron.” She’s deliberately pulling the a as long as she can. Her index finger is now wiggling in front of my face. “There’s definitely something you’re not telling me. What business exactly are you in?”

  The need to tell her the truth seems to be crushing me like a giant wave. It’s picking me up, tossing me in the fucking air, and then slamming me into the ground, squeezing every last bit of air out of me.

  “Please, Mr. Bennet,” a voice interrupts us from behind. “Can you and your guest take a seat?”

  I nod.

  “Now, Chloe, let’s sit down.” I usher her to the reclining bed seat.

  “Champagne, madam?” another one of the flight attendants has surfaced and is carrying two glasses of bubbles on a round tray.

  Chloe giggles.

  “Champagne at this hour?”

  I shrug. “Why not?”

  “Cheers.” I clink my glass against hers.

  She responds.

  “Now then,” I say as I put my glass down and lean into her.

  She smells intoxicating. I detect rose petal and something citrus and sexual desire. “Let me tell you about the flight.”

  Her puppy eyes give me their undivided attention. Her chin is cupped in her right hand.

  “The flight is five hours. And we’ve got this plane all to ourselves. So plenty of time to…” I leave the last words hanging.

  My right hand reaches for her loose hair and plays with it.

  My thumb caresses her face, and I see her flush a little.

  She’s so fucking ready.

  “And what exactly did you have in mind?” Her voice is barely more than a whisper.

  I frown.

  “Do you want me to spell it out or…” I don’t finish the sentence and let my fingers do the talking.

  Chloe

  The bubbles dance across my tongue and I relish the coolness down the back of my throat.

  My insides are already on fire and I can’t wait for the plane to level out. Aaron’s words a clear indication of what’s on his mind.

  And here, only a few hours ago I had worried about a rejection.

  I stare at my champagne and that stupid cliché phrase ‘the mile-high club’ comes to mind. Who had invented that phrase anyway? I didn’t really want to think in those terms but just like bad ad jingles, this one’s sticking in my mind.

  Although it’s not only jingles that haunt and annoy. The tune, everything, is awesome but now infamous because the Lego movie is in my annoying basket. Particularly when I’m paying for my extra-large takeaway coffee and the barista hands it to me singing ‘everything is awesome…’

  “What are you thinking my lovely lady?”

  Aaron’s voice rouses me out of my navel-gazing.

  “Where the expression the mile-high club comes from?”

  I don’t make up some lame thought I might be having, I tell him the truth. I’m a terrible liar. In fact, I’m fucking hopeless at it and he’d see right through me.

  “It is alleged that it was first used in some betting book in a gentlemen’s club back in seventeen hundred and something.”

  “What the fuck?”

  He nods.

  “Apparently, some old lord was offered fifty dollars for every time he had sex with a woman in his hot air balloon.”

  I can feel my eyes grow large with disbelief.

  “You’re fucking pulling my leg. That sounds too fucking cockeyed to be true.”

  Aaron’s shaking his head. “No. I wouldn’t lie to you. I read it somewhere. We’ll look it up when we land.”

  Having sex a hot air balloon? For fucking real? Back in seventeen hundred and something. What woman would be fucking mad enough to get into a hot air balloon with some old lord and then have sex with him?

  My brain’s having some difficulty absorbing this news.

  “It’s still tacky,” I say eventually, unable to muster another response. The image of the cane basket, the hot flame shooting up into the balloon, and two people having a fuck are too difficult to get out my mind.

  He grins.

  “So you don’t want to, you know…”

  I roll my eyes.

  “I didn’t say that but I think we could come up with something a little more inventive don’t you agree?”

  “Why don’t we get comfortable first and th
ink words later?”

  Instead of a reply, I unclip my seat belt and move my seat into the recline position. When I’m lying horizontally, I spread my legs.

  Aaron needs no further invitation.

  He practically jumps out of his seat and onto the floor, in front of me.

  “Like what you see?”

  I’m not wearing any slip.

  Instead of a reply, his hands push up my skirt. Instantly his fingers find my wet opening.

  A discreet cough has him stop mid enter.

  “Is there anything you or our guest would like Mr. Bennet?”

  I cannot see the speaker but I feel myself go red. Just because I can’t see them, does not mean they can’t see me in this rather compromising position. Frantically, I try to push my skirt back down.

  Aaron does not bat an eyelid.

  “Is there something you would like Chloe?”

  Your fucking cock inside my wet pussy is on my lips but I don’t utter those words. “Martini on ice with an olive,” I whisper instead.

  “Mark, you heard the lady. Make it two.”

  Martini on ice. It’s very James Bond, I think to myself and chuckle.

  I feel as if I’m in a James Bond movie. Aaron’s James and who am I? I try and remember one of the female spies. Russian, I’d be one of the Russian ones I’m sure.

  Granted there are no guns, and no one’s hot on our heels. Still, it’s all so surreal it could be a movie set.

  “Now where were we?”

  I close my legs.

  “What the fuck woman?”

  “Let’s wait for our drink first,” I whisper and sit back up in my luxury chair.

  Before Aaron can protest, the handsome attendant brings us our drink.

  I take it from the tray and smile at him.

  His smile is a knowing ‘I know what you two are up to. Don’t worry.’

  My smile replies, ‘I can tell you wish you were a part of it.’

  I fish out my olive and eat it. Next, my fingers find the ice. I put the cube between my lips and suck on it.

  Aaron sits back down next to me.

  Before my next move, I take off my top and bra.

  Instead of going back to the recline position, I knee in front of him, ice cube still between my teeth.

  Slowly, I unzip his pants and free his waiting cock. It’s rock hard and ready for action. My fingers gently hold it, feeling its power and weight.

  Without taking my eyes off the tip of his delicious shaft, I move my face forward. Then, I plant a gentle kiss on his tip with my ice cube still in place.

  His body convulses with shock waves.

  “Fuck,” he groans and I see him arch his back. Pleasure and pain rip through his body.

  I leave the ice in my mouth and let my tongue dart out. Coldness envelops his hot fucking cock.

  I can his dick shiver and his abdomen ripple with pleasure. My tongue retreats to refuel on ice.

  I repeat my ice therapy a few more times, and finally, there’s very little left of my cube put my mouth over his throbbing shaft.

  “Ohh Chloe,” he groans and his hands reach for my hair. He pulls me closer to him, but I resist a little.

  It’s not quite time to take all of him. I want to prolong the moment as long as possible.

  Gently, I nibble on his tip and suck on it like a candy. I swirl it around my mouth. Meanwhile, my fingers are busy with his balls.

  They’re still trapped inside of his boxers, but my fingers have found an entry and are massaging and rolling them around. I play with them as if they’re stress balls.

  A growl starts deep in his throat and cascades over his lips. Animalistic.

  Fuck.

  He’s so fucking hot.

  Every time I hold his fucking massive cock, I salivate at the sight of it.

  I know he and Cassie joked the other day about him being a porn star, but fuck he’d be the perfect fit.

  There’s an unexpected drop as the plane finds an air pocket and I’m thrown on top of Aaron.

  My face hits his pubic bone and my mouth is on his entire cock. I can feel the tip of him right down my throat.

  I scramble back to my knees and now that I’ve latched on to him, I keep sucking.

  And then I move off him.

  I look around and see him panting heavily.

  My fingers reach for another slice of olive and I rest it on the tip of his cock. Then I let my tongue reach for it.

  Fucking delicious. A salty olive caked in pre-cum juices. It tasted like nothing I’ve ever tasted before.

  Straight away, I find another olive and do it again.

  Then I lick the liquid part off him.

  Aarons’ growling is getting louder.

  He reaches for me and tries to shove my head onto his throbbing cock. I love the way it pulses in anticipation.

  My own pussy is so fucking wet. I’m sure there’s a pool underneath of me.

  When the last of the olive is gone, I tip the drink slowly over his cock.

  He shivers and I can see pleasure rip through him. His hips move upward to meet me.

  I bend over him and start licking and sucking.

  Wow. Fucking fantastic.

  By the time I’ve cleaned up the alcohol, I can feel Aaron is close to coming. His body is tensing and his cock’s so thick I fear it might explode.

  I feel him push all the way into my mouth. He starts to thrust into me with all his might. He’s bucking his hips toward me and I’m reminded of a wild stallion. He needs taming.

  I bob up and down on him, as fast as I can. At the same time, my hands squeeze and knead his balls.

  Not much longer and he’ll unload inside of me.

  There’s an all mighty clenching of muscles and his hand’s grip hard onto my hair, almost ripping some of it out.

  When I feel the first drops of his creamy cum squirt into my throat, I pull away from him. I push my chest out to catch the fountain of cum that just keeps erupting from his fucking cock.

  I smear it over my tits and down onto my abdomen. Then I bring my index finger to my lips and suck on it.

  When I’ve cleaned it all off, I pull it out with a loud pop.

  Aaron sits up and joins my finger. He smears his own juices all over me. Then he lifts it to my mouth where I hungrily suck it clean.

  The pop it makes when he pulls out is music to my ears.

  Aaron

  I feast my eyes on her exquisite body.

  She’s arching her breasts toward me. The curve in her lower back reminds me of a gymnast.

  Come to think of it, I haven’t asked Chloe if she’s got expertise in gym or dance. After her pole dance in the hotel the other night, I would not be surprised.

  Perhaps, she was not only bookish.

  I feast on her tits. I love the way they’re bouncing up and down a little. Her pink nipples are rock-hard and look ready to cut through ice. Her chest is heaving, as her breathing is short and shallow.

  There are plenty of things I can think of doing to her, but then we do only have a few more hours left.

  “You thought of another expression yet?”

  The question makes me laugh. Thinking and having fucking fantastic sex just don’t go together. Probably one of the reasons they are miles apart in the dictionary. Okay, not miles apart, but thinking starts with t and sex with s.

  “How about fly high fuck club?”

  She rolls her eyes. I love the way she expresses her disdain. It looks so fucking cute I want to just kiss her.

  “A bit crude don’t you think?”

  “But straight to the point. Language should be specific and concise. You would know that as a writer?”

  She bites her bottom lip.

  How fucking awesome is this? A sexual banter of an intellectual kind as we’re fucking each other stupid.

  Now here’s a thought, I keep fucking her until she’s unable to make any sense. Of course, I might not make any sense then anymore either. But hell, it would
be worth it.

  How much fucking sex would one need to end up stupid?

  “Here’s another riddle for you?” I lean forward and my lips caress her neck and ear.

  “What’s that?”

  She’s all ears.

  I chuckle. “Where did the expression ‘fuck you till your stupid’ come from?”

  Her eyes widen until she has that lost puppy look about her.

  “Can you actually fuck till you’re stupid?”

  I shrug.

  “We could try,” I suggest and let my hands draw invisible circles onto her flat stomach.

  “Did you know the word fuck has its origin in the Germanic language?”

  This time, I really have to laugh.

  “You don’t say.”

  Chloe nods, warming to her topic.

  “In German, it’s ficken and in Dutch, fokken, which means to breed.”

  Obviously, Chloe is a fountain of knowledge on many topics.

  “And this is important why?”

  My fingers slowly move lower.

  She moans and rolls her eyes.

  “I can’t fucking remember.”

  We both laugh.

  “But it’s somehow related to fucking till we’re stupid.”

  “Clearly we’re not there yet. You still sound like a walking fucking encyclopedia.”

  As Chloe laughs harder, her tits bounce faster and my fucking cock’s sprung to life again.

  I can’t stand it any longer and I kiss her. My lips crushed hers and, at the same time, my hands find her ass.

  My hands drag her naked body onto me. I want to feel every inch of her, explore every nook and cranny.

  Her butt cheeks are squirming on my legs and pressing against my dick. Swiftly, I roll her over. Now she’s lying ass up in the air over my knees. The perfect position for a good spanking.

  Her fleshy ass is so fucking gorgeous I still recall possessing it the other night. Not many girls like to be fucked in their hole, but Chloe didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, I’d say she fucking loved it.

  Chloe was simply like no other girl I’ve fucked before.

  Chloe was Chloe.

  She was full of little quirks. The more time I spend with her, the more of them I notice.

  My hands move over her ass, gently. It’s probably not a good idea to spank her in the jet. Her screams might alert my staff unnecessarily.

  As I massage and knead her white flawless flesh, I’m practically drooling at the mouth. I let my fingers trail between her legs. She opens them voluntarily. My index finger plays with the lips of her pussy.