by Amy Brent
When James was between my legs with his mouth attached to me, I was in Heaven. He knew just what to do and how fast to do it. He knew every trick, and I almost ripped a handful of hair out of his head when he locked his arms around my legs to hold me still.
Sweet torture.
His mouth sucked on my sensitive pussy and drew the part that needed him the most between his teeth. Fuck me running, but that felt amazing. I felt the release coming painfully before it exploded and released to every nerve ending in my body. I have no idea what James did because I was too overwhelmed to feel it for a few seconds, but he was quickly crawling up my body and inside of her, thick and hard.
He felt too good inside of me, and I moaned to try and tell him this even as my body wrapped tightly around him. Traitor. I gave in to the feeling and started to move with him, rocking against him in search of another perfect orgasm. I found it just before he did and the feeling spread through my body just like before as his hot seed filled me. “Tory, baby. You feel so good.”
I told him something similar as our bodies locked together and we enjoyed the feeling of our heat combining.
We rested on the couch after for a few moments as I felt numb. James was the perfect lover, and I was not going to let him go. I would assure him constantly that nobody would know about us just to keep him inside of me like this.
No man would ever compare, and I watched as he stood on weak legs to put the food away and get some fresh beers. The light was dim, but I could see every muscle on his body. I couldn’t believe that this man was mine, even if he didn’t know it yet.
“Want to go to bed?” James asked as he stood naked before me with the bottles in his hand.
I was in. I smiled and nodded, moving slowly to a standing position as James’ eyes raked over my body. “That sounds great.” I knew that drinking the beer would prevent me from driving home too soon and being in his bed would hopefully make us fall asleep together. I reminded myself to assure him that I had a private entrance to my room, and I was with friends, so my parents wouldn’t worry. They’d never dream that their sweet daughter would be fucking the coach, and I’d make sure it was never a thought in their minds.
I looked around his room, complete with a smaller version of his beautiful fireplace and decided that a house like this would be perfect for me. I didn’t need the square footage that my parents did. I just wanted this with a man by my side and our family. “Want a fire?” James asked, and I nodded at him with a slow smile. There was a lamp on, and he made quick work of starting something while I went to the attached bathroom.
His semen was dripping out of me, and I looked down as I sat on the toilet. Would part of him manage to break past the barrier that I’d formed, giving me my dream? James was gorgeous, and I knew how beautiful our baby would be, and I wiped as I said a silent prayer.
The room was bathed in a warm glow as I went back in to find him on the bed, still naked as he waited for me. He was gorgeous, and I joined him on the mattress against the pillows as he wrapped an arm around me. “I love your house,” I murmured as I kissed his neck.
One kiss quickly led to me on top of James, riding his cock like it was a bucking bull. I’d worried about my lack of experience for a moment when things started, but his hands guided me, and James was happy to thrust up inside of me as I moved. I dropped my head back when I came as a howling noise escaped my throat and probably shocked the both of us.
He joined me, and we sipped the beers as we relaxed back against the pillows. “Do you watch porn or something?” James asked her after taking a deep breath.
“Who doesn’t these days?” I teased as I watched his jaw set into a firm scowl.
“Do you get yourself off to it?” James pressed, and I felt my pussy tingle again.
“Every time,” I admitted as his eyed moved down my body to the apex of my thighs. “I’ve been thinking of you a lot these days, James.”
“Fucking hell, Tory. That image will never leave my mind,” he growled as I smiled and dropped my legs open a bit.
“I’ll show you sometime,” I promised, sealing the deal for another tryst as I reached for my beer and took another sip.
I was on top of the world right now, and nothing could change that. I was going to keep fucking this man, and I couldn’t wait for the next time. He was perfect.
CHAPTER 8
James
Tory’s pussy was a magnet. I listened to all of her assurances that her parents were not as protective as they came off, both of them being so busy. She had an alibi for every time that we were together, which must have turned into at least ten times over the next couple of months. We’d see each other at the gym and be at my house, fucking every possible way that we could like animals. Sometimes one would text, and that was all that it would take.
I fucked her at the gym late one night, out by the pool. It was one of the hottest things that I’d ever done, and I’d always remember her muted orgasm.
She masturbated for me every morning that we woke up together and I’d claim her like a wild beast after she came from her hand.
My team didn’t go to the championship that year due to a few severe losses and everyone was disappointed. I buried myself inside of Tory when I could and tried to keep the team spirits up as needed.
Gary told me that we had next year with a grimace on his face and I knew that I’d disappointed him. What would he think if he knew that I was nailing his daughter? There was always that chance that a coach could be replaced after a tough season and I worried about that as I sunk into a depression of my own.
Tory was back in school, so I had some time to myself. I ate horribly and slept a lot in that time and at some point I realized that a couple months passed by.
Tory hadn’t been around, and while I was in something of a blackout state, I wondered why. Was it school? Was there someone else in her life?
We were never more than casual, and I knew that Tory moving on was a distinct possibility. I hated the thought, though. She was a smart, beautiful girl, and I enjoyed the time that we spent together, a lot of which included conversation.
I missed her sweet body, though. I couldn’t help but think about her in the morning when I was finally coming out of my cave, just as we were going to start a camp to get back into shape as a team. I’d jack off, sometimes angrily, before showering and heading out to the stadium to meet my guys.
Something was missing in my life. I saw Gary there, watching us. He was always alone and I knew that I couldn’t ask him why his daughter wasn’t responding to my calls and text messages. It would out us since as far as Gary knew, I had only seen her a couple of times.
My divorce was going through and I didn’t have to give Wendy as much as I initially thought. It was a generous amount but I had plenty to keep living my life and I was happy to put that behind me. I knew that next time, I’d listen to my brain instead of my cock even as my mind drifted to Tory.
I worried as the communication went on to be ignored and tried to assure myself that Tory was just dating someone her age, as she probably always should have done. I would find someone for me that I could show off in public, not a girl that I had to hide in my bedroom for fear of losing my job.
I was miserable when I wasn’t at practice or the gym, which became less and less. I never saw her there.
When Gary invited us to his house for a BBQ to celebrate summer and the upcoming season, I felt my heart shoot into my throat. I knew that this invite meant a family atmosphere and a place for the guys to bring their families while Gary included his own family.
Tory would be there. My cock ached for her, and I needed to see her beautiful face again. I wanted to talk to her about everything that I was feeling and see the same emotions in her eyes.
The weeks passed slowly before the big day, and I dressed in shorts and a button up shirt as I looked in the mirror. Thanks to my obsessive gym routine, I knew that I looked good, and I hoped that she wouldn’t be able to resist me.
> Had I fallen for this girl?
I left to drive to his house, joining the cars on the sidewalk as the guys and their families walked with me to the door. One of the brothers opened it and greeted us as he invited us in, telling us that everyone else was by the pool.
I tried not to appear manic as my eyes searched the house for Tory while I made small talk with the players.
I saw her in the kitchen with her mom, still as beautiful with her hair a little longer and back to its natural color. She looked a bit tired, and I felt the electricity when she looked up and met my eyes. I could only see above her neck where I was before the guys opened the door and went to the back.
I had to bide my time and I walked around with a beer, talking to everyone about what a great season we were going to have. I played the part of the coach well and appeared like I was here to party.
It took everything that I had not to drop the bottle onto the deck as Tory descended with her mother, carrying food down to the tables that were set up on the grass. Her belly was rounded, and she had to be at least four months pregnant.
I did the math and realized that there was a good chance this was my baby that she was carrying. A mixture of anger and disappointment filled me as I watched her walk, dressed in a green sundress that hugged her new curves.
Tory was beautiful and she had some explaining to do. I held in my rising emotions and waited until we could talk alone, which ended up being after we ate.
I managed to follow her to the second floor without anyone seeing me, catching her by surprise as she opened her door. “What the fuck, Tory?” I hissed as her eyes grew wide in shock and fear.
“You scared the shit out of me, James!” She admonished me as anger flashed in her eyes. Yep, the hormones were getting to her. Her big round tits looked amazing though and I eyeballed them for a moment.
“When were you going to tell me?” I asked her as I pushed her into her room and closed the door behind us. There was so much activity going on downstairs and outside that I knew we weren’t going to be bothered.
“I wasn’t, to tell you the truth. You have a job to worry about, and my parents think that this is the result of a one-night stand, so you’re safe. I can do this on my own,” Tory snapped as she turned her face away from me and walked over to her window.
“This is my baby, too. I want to support you both…I want to know it once it’s here. Do you know what it is yet?” I asked her in a broken voice as she looked at me with shimmering eyes.
“Soon,” Tory said as I took a deep breath. “I don’t need you, James.”
“I want you, Tory. I want you and this baby. Can we work something out?” I asked her as she took a slow breath. “Please, baby. I miss you.”
“I…” Her youth showed on her face as she looked at the floor. “I don’t know how to tell my dad about the baby, so I shut you out. He was livid when I lied about the one-night stand but it’s all I knew to tell him. It took him at least a month to calm down and he’s still not happy. He thinks I am going to quit school, but I can do both.” Her full lower lip jutted out and I wanted to suck it into my mouth.
“I can help you. We can work on a way to tell him,” I assured her as I stepped closer. I reached out for her and she melted into my arms as I held her. “I’ll do anything you need me to.”
“I’m doing okay, James. This is a safe pregnancy…I knew it would be. I feel healthy, and I am doing everything that I need to. Just sleeping more,” Tory tried to joke as I looked into her eyes.
“Can I see you? Can we work something out?” I asked her as I cupped her face in my hands.
“I’ll answer your texts, but we have to be careful,” she told me as I saw the fear in her eyes. Tory wasn’t the girl that she was before, willing to push the boundaries. Now she was soon to be a mother and scared of her future.
I kissed her as she moaned into my mouth. I wouldn’t take it further here or ever if that’s what she wanted. I just wanted to support her and do what I could.
My mind already moved forward to decorating one of my rooms for the baby and then I saddened as I pictured not having Tory there was well.
We agreed to have dinner this week before I made my way back to the party and she cleaned herself up from crying with me.
My heart was twisted as I drove home that night, not sure of what to do. I wanted Tory and the baby, but I was fearful of telling her father and losing the job I’d worked so hard for.
CHAPTER 9
Tory
Seeing James broke me. I was so strong until I met his green eyes. I was staying away from him to protect him after finding out that my wish had come true.
I’d never forget the day I took the test. I was so excited, and when I saw the positive result, I wanted to scream.
Then reality set in, and I knew that James would lose his job for a baby that he didn’t plan. We were casual lovers, nothing more. He wouldn’t want his entire future ruined by a baby with me.
I ignored his calls and texts as I cried alone in my bed. I played the strong woman for everyone else, pushing through my lies to my parents as Dad ranted on and on and Mom cried.
How could their brilliant daughter be so careless? How could I slip up this way? I’d never admit that I stopped taking my birth control pills towards the end of my affair with James, wanting this until I actually had it.
Mom was accepting of it now and even getting excited. She couldn’t wait to find out what the baby was so she could plan for it and start buying things in earnest.
Dad was sullen, but I knew that he loved me. I tried to show him that I had this together every day as I continued about my life with a child growing inside of my stomach. I knew that he’d come through at the end, but now that I’d agreed to see James again, I couldn’t help but worry. I knew that I still had feelings for him, and I didn’t know where we’d end up.
A big part of me hoped that I’d be in his bed soon. I was horny as hell, and my hand wasn’t enough anymore. I wasn’t about to sleep with some random guy to satisfy my needs, not with this baby inside of me. I deserved the best. I knew that sex would be hell on my emotions, but my pussy ached for him every night, and I cursed that part of pregnancy. I had a great thing with James and I hated giving it up.
I made my way back to the party with my make-up fixed and a smile on my face. It was hard not to move towards James, towards the pull that he had on me. I just talked with everyone and played the part of the owner’s daughter. I acted excited about the baby and kept the tears at bay until I was in my room that night, alone under my covers.
The next day I received a text. Dinner was at his house, just like before. I smiled when he asked me just what I wanted, making sure that it met his requirements for being healthy. I was obsessively healthy with this pregnancy.
I wore a pair of capris and a t-shirt, since I was supposed to be studying with friends. It was casual on the surface, but there was a heat that filled the room as he ordered in some big salads and poured me some ice water.
James drilled me about every aspect of the pregnancy as I answered his questions in between bites of food. He’d already done this in texts and calls and it was sweet somewhere under all of the obsessive nature of it. But hell, I was still obsessed with him.
Yes, I was eating healthy. No, I never had any real morning sickness, which made it a bit tougher to figure out for me. It wasn’t a problem to keep going to school and I’d be taking a little time off when the baby was here. It was all planned out…without James being involved. I wasn’t losing my future in all of this and I didn’t want him to, either.
Were my brothers pissed off? Livid, actually. I never revealed who the father was, claiming a stupid drunken night at a party so they never had a face to attach their rage to. Now they were warming up to the idea of being uncles and helping me raise the baby, which I wasn’t certain about quite yet.
We ended that night with just a kiss, though I wanted to rip his clothes off with my bare hands. He was sexy and
the way that he wanted to take care of me was more of a turn on than I ever could’ve imagined.
The next time I was there though, I attacked him. I told him all about what the hormones did to me between hungry kisses and his fingers moved to ease my ache as his lips claimed mine. Sex had never felt so good and I begged him for it again and again, throwing us right back into the affair that we’d started.
I rode him once I assured him that sex wouldn’t hurt the baby. He took me from behind when I wanted it rough and hard and found ways to make missionary some of the hottest sex that I’d ever had. I made the visits to his house more than once a week once I realized that I’d found the itch to my deep scratch.
Once we found out the baby was a girl, he started shopping. I went with my mom to find out, still sticking with my secret and James cried when I called him as soon as I could to tell him.
He made such a beautiful room for her and I snuggled close to him in bed as looked down at my growing belly. We hadn’t decided to tell my parents yet and I felt like I was living a lie, in some ways. I wanted to tell them that I was happy and falling in love with him though I was acting like I was doing this on my own. I lied every time that I was with him, telling them something about school or studying. I knew that it was affecting my grades and my life and after two months of seeing each other behind everyone’s back, I looked at him in bed one night.
“I hate this. I want to tell them so bad, but Dad is just getting excited about her,” I told him as I rubbed my bare belly. Thanks to my hormones, I focused on sex more than talking and when we did talk, it was about the baby. We didn’t deal with anything else, staying inside of our bubble when we were together. “He’s going to kill both of us when he finds out and we won’t know our daughter at all.”
“Baby, I can quit as a coach. I have money saved up, and I can start a business to support us,” James told me as I looked at him. “I’ll tell him. I’ll ask for your hand in marriage.”