SEAL'd Lips: A Secret Baby Romance

by Roxeanne Rolling

  “You don’t know when your own birthday is?” comes a booming voice from behind the pizza counter.

  The place looks exactly as I remember it, full of dirt and grime and all. The place may not be pretty to look at, but it has the best pizza, and the kitchen’s always clean even though you might not suspect it from looking at the rest of the place.

  “Dean!” I say, moving towards him to give him a handshake.

  He looks older, years older actually. It’s only been a few years. But he looks like he’s aged at least a decade. His hair has gone completely white and he’s starting to lose it in the front. But Dean still has the same under-the-squat rack stance that he always had. And he moves and stands like his feet and back are still killing him.

  “Noah Strong,” he booms. “I haven’t seen you in ages. I heard you’re a big shot media guy now.”

  I shrug. “Just trying to make a living,” I say.

  “Looks like you’re doing pretty well. And who’s this pretty lady, and this buckaroo here? Your wife and son?”

  I laugh.

  “Just a friend from school,” I say. “We met up again at one of my signings. This is her son, James. James, I’m sure you’ve seen Dean before, but I doubt you met him personally.”

  “How you doing, little fellow?” says Dean, shaking James’s hand over the counter, bending down and over, even though I can see that it kills his back to do so.

  “Hi,” says James.

  “James loves your pizza,” says Hana. “He’s always begging to come here.”

  Dean chuckles. “Everyone loves this pizza,” he says. “That’s the only reason I’m still open, even though it’s killing my damn back. Excuse me, my darn back.”

  Dean gives us a huge pepperoni pizza for free. He completely refused payment, and Hana seems to be impressed that I have such a strong reputation here.

  She shouldn’t be surprised, though. She knows that back then I was the king of the school and king of the town.

  But maybe I want her to be my queen.

  James ends up being a real hoot. It turns out it’s easier to talk to him than I thought it would be. We talk about what sports he wants to play, and of course we talk about toys and video games that he likes.

  “I bet your mom doesn’t let you play video games very much, does she?” I say.

  “Not enough,” says James.

  I laugh.

  “You’ve got to work on that, Hana,” I say.

  She just smiles at me and looks me in the eyes, her eyes bright with something, some emotion I can’t quite capture. It gives me a warm feeling in my heart though, something that I know will last a long time.

  “What do you say if you have a sleepover at your grandparents’ house tonight, James?” says Hana.

  “Yeah!” says James. “Is Grandma going to make brownies again?”

  “As long as they’re normal brownies,” says Hana.

  I laugh, catching her double meaning.

  I get up to use the bathroom, and after I come out, Hana meets me in the hallway. We’re well away from the table where James is playing with his last slice of pizza. She moves her body close to mine. “I have to take him to my parents’ house, but I’ll meet you tonight at 11pm, like we said. I can’t wait.”

  The way she whispers this sends shivers of expectation up my spine. It makes my cock start to swell and I have to take a moment to think about baseball for it to calm down before moving away from the bathroom alcove area.

  Hana

  “It’s been a long time since you came over for a sleepover,” says my mom to James, beaming at him.

  She and my dad love James, and James loves them. I’ve rarely heard of grandparents having a better relationship with their grandkids than this one. It’s a beautiful thing to watch, and I love that James gets so excited about staying there.

  He likes to help his grandmother make brownies. And my dad sometimes brings James into his studio so that James can “help” him with his art projects. Usually James ends up making some small project himself, some sculpture that he brings home to show me.

  “Why don’t you go see what your grandfather’s up to, James,” says my mom. “Come here, he’s right over in his study.”

  She leads him away, but not before I give him a hug.

  “Everything he might need is in this bag, like always,” I say to my mom when she returns without James.

  “It’s been a long time since James has had a sleepover with us,” says my mom.

  “I know,” I say. “You already said that.”

  “But that was when James was here. I didn’t want him to have to cover his ears. So who’s the lucky guy?”

  “I… You know those other times I was just studying or traveling for work.” It’s the truth. I haven’t been with anyone since Noah.

  My mom gives me a wink, though. She doesn’t quite believe me. Whatever, she can think what she wants.

  “I’m going on a date with Noah Strong,” I say.

  “Noah Strong? The Noah Strong? He’s on television now all the time.”

  “Not all the time,” I say.

  My mom just gives me a knowing smile.

  “It’s not like that, Mom,” I say, lying. “We’re just going to go out to dinner.”

  “James said you already had dinner.”

  “I’ve got to get going,” I say.

  “Have fun,” calls my mom after me.

  This is the first time I’ve left James at my parents in a while, and I find myself feeling a little guilty.

  But just because I’m his mother doesn’t mean I need to be with him all the time, right?

  Plus, there’s more to this than just me going out and having a good time.

  I need to put an end to this whole secret thing… Noah is James’s father, pure and simple. And it’s not right that I’ve kept it a secret.

  OK, I tell myself. Tonight I’m going to tell him. Tonight I have to tell him. I’ll do it first thing when I get there.

  I’ll just sit him down and explain the whole thing to him. He’s a reasonable, level headed guy. He’ll understand. He won’t be mad…

  I park my car and try to walk past the front desk person without being noticed. It’s not like I want to be known for sneaking into hotel rooms in the night.

  “Can I help you?” says a very thin older man with a bowling ball bald head.

  “Oh,” I say, stopping.

  Damnit, I almost made it past the desk without him noticing. I’m all the way towards the end of it. So close, but no cigar.

  “Are you checking in?”

  I just have a large purse with me with some overnight things, like a toothbrush and some makeup.

  “I’m going to meet a friend,” I say.

  He looks at me severely. His face is unmistakably judgmental. There’s no other way to interpret his facial expression.

  For a moment, I wonder if I’ve traveled back in time or something. Do I really need to be interrogated and judged because I’m meeting a guy in a hotel room? What year is this?

  “Is that so?” he says. “And who, may I ask, are you going to see?”

  “Listen,” I say, finally deciding to put my foot down. “This is 2017, and I’m a grown woman. I’m going to see a friend who’s staying here, and I don’t need to be judged for it. You can think what you want, but it doesn’t concern me. If you have some official policy against visitors, then please let me know. If not, I’ll be on my way.”

  The man just glowers at me. He doesn’t say anything. There’s nothing for him to say. He knows I’m right, but that only makes him more furious.

  I simply walk away, saying “I thought so,” as I leave.

  I walk down the silent hallway. The carpet is thick, since it’s a very nice hotel. My feet don’t even make a sound on the carpet. I can hear my own breathing.

  “I’ve got to tell him,” I say to myself, muttering under my breath. Even my mutters, my whispers sound loud in the silence of the hallway.
/>   I’m completely convinced that I’m going to tell him… until I knock on the door and he opens it.

  He’s shirtless, his muscles rippling on his torso. His chest is powerful and dense.

  There’s a tattoo running down his right arm that must be new, or at least recent. A huge anchor with complex designs running around it—all swirls and black. I can’t take my eyes off it.

  The sight of him takes my mind completely off telling him. The only thing I want to do is thrust my body against his and kiss him passionately.

  And that’s exactly what I do.

  His body is hot and solid against mine. His hands wrap around me, his arms encircling me… I feel secure and safe for the first time in so long. His breath is sweet against me. His mouth presses against mine. It envelopes me and for this moment we’re connected again, our mouths the openings that allow our feelings to travel… they allow our bodies to connect in a way that words simply don’t allow us.

  Noah pushes the door closed behind us and we walk backwards, kissing passionately, towards the bed.

  He’s got his jeans on, no shoes.

  He falls backwards onto the plush bed, pulling me with him.

  My body is flat against his, pushing down onto him. My breasts are pushed against his chest and his hands are on me, powerful and strong, comforting.

  “I’ve waited so long for this,” I say, my breathing rapid and intense.

  “So have I,” growls Noah.

  His strong hands pull me closer to him.

  There’s something here, something incredibly powerful, something between us that the years haven’t been able to destroy or damage.

  In the back of my mind, there’s the thought of the truth… the result of that one night of passion.

  But I can’t bring it up now. It would ruin this.

  Maybe it’s better to start things up again with Noah, and then tell him the truth. It seems like things are progressing so much differently than they were before… We’re both so much more mature now than before. We’re ready, I think, for something longer lasting, for something real, something strong that we can forge together between us.

  Not that we’ve talked about any of this.

  I know Noah’s going to be traveling again for his book tour, but…

  This moment right now feels like an eternity. It really does.

  Noah’s mouth against mine and his hands on my breast bring my mind back to the present moment. There’s no denying the present, not with Noah against me, not with hands cupping my breasts.

  “I need you,” growls Noah.

  He kisses my neck, his hands caressing me.

  A second later, I’m pushing myself up so that I can pull my shirt off. My breasts in my bra pop out. I had the foresight to change into the sexiest bra I have.

  I see Noah admiring it for a moment, but his desire is too much for him.

  His hands reach behind my back and he unhooks it. The bra falls away from my breasts.

  Noah’s hands reach to them, and I feel the rough skin of his hands against them. He’s gentle, and careful, but full of unbridled desire at the same time.

  His head leans up to me, his mouth taking my breast, sucking on it. I lean my head back and close my eyes, enjoying the sensation. He sucks on my nipples, each in turn.

  His hands follow the contours of my body, exploring every inch of my naked torso.

  His cock is raging hard in his pants, a solid, throbbing mass that I feel against me, hot and warm.

  We roll together on the bed, as he pulls me along with him as he moves. He’s on top of me now. He’s unbuttoning my jeans, exposing my panties. He does so delicately and rapidly at the same time. He gives me the feeling that he needs to see me completely naked. It’s something like an absolute need, and it makes me feel warm and even more turned on to be so desired, to be so wanted.

  My jeans are hanging undone, my panties partially exposed. He slips a warm hand down under the elastic band as I’ve done so many times before myself. I feel his fingers exploring me and I shudder with delight as one of the fingers rubs me in a circular motion, exploratory and pleasurable.

  My breathing gets heavier as he continues to circle with his finger.

  His finger begins to enter me, coming in slowly, entering my wetness.

  I squirm in delight as Noah kisses me gently on my neck. His head and mouth move all over my body, following the path of his hands that trace me. He moves from my neck to my breasts to my stomach down to the space between my legs. My pants are off—one powerful tug and they’re down around my knees. I help him, kicking my legs until my jeans are on the floor or who knows where. Noah tosses them casually aside once they’re in his hands.

  When his mouth reaches right above my pussy, where my hair is trimmed and manicured and slight, he pauses. He moves. He’s on his knees in front of me, appearing massive, his naked torso seeming to gleam and shine with strength.

  He ducks his head back down and pushes it between my legs. He’s on his stomach, face down on the mattress, his cock pushing into the bed. His strong hands grab my thighs and pull them apart. Not that I need the encouragement.

  I can’t help it. I seize his head and pull him farther against me, increasing the pressure of his tongue against me. First, he uses exploratory motions. He’s being gentle, but I pull him harder against me. I need it hard, and I need it fast.

  He gets the hint and a second later he’s pushing his tongue against me intensely. His fingers push my clitoral hood back, exposing my burning hot bud of pleasure, and his tongue hits my clit. It sends a shock wave of pleasure through me.

  Sparks seem to be flying in my body. I close my eyes and let myself relax. My hands drop away from Noah’s head as he pushes at me with his tongue, flicking and sucking.

  His fingers are inside of me, two of them, as he does this, moving in and out rhythmically and quickly.

  The orgasm starts to build up and I involuntarily tense my body, as if I’m waiting for the pleasure to smash into me.

  I cry out as the peak reaches me. It’s like riding a wave, but this is a tidal wave that smashes all over me. Noah doesn’t let up one bit. He pushes the wave forward until it completely overwhelms me. I cry out.

  I flop back, exhausted, and Noah gets up.

  He starts unbuttoning his jeans.

  I see the hard bulge and it excites me, just the sight of it, the thought of it entering me.

  Something happens in my body—an overwhelming desire for his hard cock. I need to feel its girth in my hand, taste it in my mouth.

  I’m up in a flash, on my knees. Noah’s standing on the floor. I push his hands aside with my own, almost frantically trying to grab at his cock.

  I get the jeans mostly off, and Noah kicks them down to the floor. They’re off now, and he’s before me in all his naked glory.

  His cock is long and hard, pointed up at me at an impressive angle. I hadn’t forgotten how big it is, massive and thick, but seeing it again in person is truly… spectacular.

  My hands seize his cock greedily and I hear him breathing out in relief.

  My two hands form fists around his cock and I stroke back and forth, pulling towards myself.

  I lower my head and let my lips touch the head of his cock. Noah lets out a groan of pleasure as my lips open and I let the head of his cock into my mouth. I press my lips forcefully onto his shaft, and let my hands fall away as his cock enters my mouth.

  Bobbing my head, I manage to turn my eyes up and look at him. He’s staring down at me with nothing but desire and lust… and maybe something more.

  Having his thick cock in my mouth makes me feel connected to him in a way that mere talking can’t accomplish. There’s something so intimate about this. It isn’t just another blow job. It’s a “prayer” to the potential for something… for a relationship that could grow out of this.

  Noah starts thrusting his hips, pushing his cock into my mouth and pulling it back out again.

  Soon he’s thrusting v
igorously into my mouth, fucking my plump lips that I hold tight around his girthy shaft.

  His hands grip the sides of my head, pushing into my hair, his fingers entwined with the strands.

  I gaze up at him, marveling at his strength and intensity.

  “That’s enough,” he growls. “I need your pussy.”

  That’s all I need to hear. I throw myself eagerly on my back.

  Noah is on the bed, approaching me. Slowly, he lowers himself down towards me. My knees are bent as I let my legs fall open, letting his body fall between them. His cock is against my wetness, resting. I can feel the desire in his body, the potential resting in this brief moment in time, a static moment right before he enters me. Time seems to stand still and I feel the connection thick between us, as if it’s a visceral thing.

  The thrust of his cock entering me brings the pleasure coursing back through me, intense and magical.

  Noah doesn’t stop looking into my eyes as he moves his cock in and out, slowly and intently.

  He grunts, beginning to move his cock faster. I let my hips rock with his rhythm as he enters me over and over again.

  We change positions. I get on my knees and Noah gets behind me, his cock entering me quickly.

  He pounds me from behind. I feel his cock filling me up and I feel connected to him the same way I did that night many years ago. His body is inside me, but it’s not just his body.

  There’s something more, something intense, something like a thread connecting us. We’re bound by the flesh now, the intense pleasure holding us physically together.

  I can’t get enough of it. I’m crying out. Noah’s grunting as he slams into me. His body smashes into me. He holds my sides tightly, pulling me against his cock, entering me deeper and deeper.

  Finally, I come. The orgasm rolls over me.

  I cry out, moaning.

  “That’s right, baby,” growls Noah. He goes crazy with his cock, picking up the speed, stabbing me with his thickness over and over as I come.

  His cock is throbbing and I feel it about to explode inside me. He pulls it out, his strong hand seizing it. I fall onto the bed, collapsing on my stomach. My head is turned to watch him as he pumps his cock briefly before it explodes, his come shooting out in thick streams onto my leg.