The Co-Parent (The Relationship Quo Series Book 3)

by Nicole Strycharz

  She turned to face me and reached her hand out. “Gavin…?”

  I came closer and took her hand. “I’m here.”

  “Come on.”

  I felt confused. “You want me to come in with you? After what happened?”

  “That was a mistake. You’re still learning. Why do you think so many guys skip out? I’m a responsibility. Not all the time but times like just now when I don’t have my stick or if I’m out of my element. If you don’t want to come in after what happened then I totally understand.”

  I went past her to go inside and she smiled a little before closing the door. She had my rose in a tiny vile like vase by her sink. Her place is beautiful but it’s empty space. She keeps very little furniture and keeps the floors empty with no rugs. Everything is a perfect square or circle to prevent tripping.

  I heard clanking sounds and went into her kitchen. She was trying to take two glasses out but her hands were still shaking.

  I went over and took them down but I saw the tear slip from her eye and I was done. I led her to the sofa where we’d sat the night before and wrapped her in my arms again.

  Now I see why she didn’t want me drinking. One second of split focus on my part could mean forever on hers. Smoking meant leaving her. Now I understand.

  “I shouldn’t have let your hand go,” I said out loud.

  She nestled closer, “I’m still new to this too. I should’ve stopped when you let go. I’m not your responsibility.”

  And thank God, because look what almost happened. “What can I do?” I looked into her eyes like if I looked long enough she’d see me, “tell me what you need.”

  Her voice was small, “just you…”

  I can do that. I brought her face up and kissed her. Kissing is all we have but I feel a change coming. This time when she kissed me she leaned back the tiniest bit. I twisted my torso and bowed over her to get more and to my surprise, she laid further back.

  With her body against mine in this position with our mouths tasting one another, I couldn’t stop the tightening in my groin. She makes me harder than I can remember.

  Now she’s moved directly under me. We’re lying on her couch and I’m feeling her hips and thighs, her arms and shoulders.

  When I tried to pull back she held my tie and pulled down until I kissed her deeper. I’ve now kissed her so well her lips are red and the swollen shape is turning every thought in my mind sinful.

  “When’s the last time you were tested?” I asked around her chin. “I’m clean, but when were you tested?”

  I have to ask. My father trained me to, even with the intention of wearing a condom. Don’t trust women. That’s the rule.

  Her body tightened up under me, “uh…it’s been…um…”

  I let out a laugh into her neck, “It’s alright, Love I understand if it’s been a while. Are you on the pill?” Another habit to ask.

  Her body was losing the fire we’d started, “I never…needed it.”

  I moved down her throat, “I admire your confidence, but I don’t share it. No pill, no testing…you are different.”

  “I’ve never been tested because…I never had a…reason to.”

  I stopped to look down at her expecting sarcasm, a smile maybe but what I saw was uncertainty and maybe fear.

  “Not many partners?” I teased. “This will be like making love to a virgin then.” She swallowed and I read the truth on her beautiful face. “No,” I said with a frown. “What?” I looked down at her body. “There’s no way you can convince me that-.” But maybe she could. The blushing, the timid rule about my coming in, it all made sense. “You’re a virgin?”

  She tugged her dress down between us, “technically yes.”

  “How in the fuck is that possible?”

  She shrugged, “It just is.”

  “I need a minute to wrap my mind around this.” I sat up and she came with me.

  She fingered her hair self-consciously, “If this is a turn off I get it. I mean, who wants a girl that doesn’t know what she’s doing right?” Nervous laugh.

  I pulled her legs across my lap and stroked her calves, “It’s not like that, Bri. I’m just a little stunned is all. How old are you?”

  “I’m thinking of a number between twenty-two and twenty-four….” She toyed.

  I tilted my head, “Twenty-three? You’ve made it twenty-three years without sex? Did you wear a bag on your head? Did boys see you?”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t…they weren’t honest. I never knew if they wanted me out of pity or just to fuck around. Then there were the runners, we discussed those already. Had a guy sniff my hair while I was in line for coffee. That was a little awkward. I think he thought being blind I wouldn’t notice. Who does that?”

  I rubbed up her knee, “And you trust me?” Oh, the guilt. She’s calling me by a fake name and has no clue I could buy her building like she buys a pack of gum.

  She sighed and lay back again, “I don’t know…trust is a big word. I feel…comfortable with you. I like the idea of having this memory with someone; with this…dashing stranger…does that make sense?”

  I hate myself for asking but, “if you’ve gone this long, are you sure you don’t want to save this for someone you plan on knowing longer than the next day or so?”

  Her face was thoughtful, “the truth is Gavin…I don’t think I’m meant to have the things other people have. I can’t seem to find guys that fit for me and having kids would be a joke. How can I be a mother when I can’t see? I know plenty of women do it but I’m still learning what it is to be blind and what if my kid is blind? I think my life is pretty much at its peak of greatness so…no. I don’t want to save anything.”

  I don’t agree that there’s no one out there for this girl. She’s too much of what someone would want, “I won’t lie; I’m glad you don’t want to wait. I want you and I’m not really a selfless person by nature.”

  “Will you do this with me then? Tonight? Right now?”

  I got up and she sat right on the sofa. She thinks I’m leaving, I can tell by the way she’s feeling the air around her. “Gavin? If you decide to leave just tell me first okay?”

  When she stood up I pressed her shoulders down so she’d sit again, “I’m not going anywhere.”

  She relaxed.

  I got down on my knees between her legs and caressed her spread thighs. “However,” I began, “you aren’t on the pill and I didn’t think you’d let me in tonight so I didn’t bring condoms. I won’t be deflowering you tonight.”

  She set her hands over mine as they skimmed further up her legs, “oh darn, I was rather looking forward to the deflowering.”

  I laughed, “what if, we plan for it tomorrow night?”

  “Tomorrow is your last night here and your flight is early.”

  “I don’t care. I’d be happy to go back spent and satisfied.”

  She let my hands move higher so I could feel the rim of her panties. “Then…are you going home now?”

  I kissed her knee then hooked my fingers around the sides of her underwear, “no.” I pulled and she bridged her hips so I could take them down. “But I’d like to try other things… would you let me?”

  Chapter Seven

  BRIANNA

  I don’t remember saying yes because I was saying it in my head a lot. Not sure if the words were spoken or if I nodded.

  I don’t rightly recall because things escalated quickly. Gavin’s kisses started on my knee but then they were up my inner thigh and the darkness I’m used to, exploded apart when I felt his lips on my folds.

  I knew about oral, but I’d never experienced it, so all my preconceptions faltered. I think the wild truth that a man was licking me is what made my body shake. I’ve touched myself before, so I know what an orgasm feels like, but whatever is building in my chest is different. It’s far more powerful.

  Then I heard a rumbling laugh, “open your legs, Love, you’re squeezing so hard you might take my head.”

 
“Oh.” I parted my legs and held my breath.

  “Brianna, breathe. Breathe, Love.” He came up enough to hold the back of my head and kiss me, “lie back, and let me touch you. Calm down.”

  “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” I said it more like a snap.

  I can hear that he’s smiling, “it’s nature, not science. Just do what you want, that’s sex. That’s all it is. Doing what you’ve wanted to do to the other person. Making yourself feel good.” He pressed my chest and I laid back into the back of my sofa and reached up behind me to hold the cushions.

  Gavin went back to kneeling between my legs and glided his finger down the seam of my opening, “when my face is down here,” he said, “your head told you to close your legs but your body wanted them open. Sex is about the body, only listen to yours, and mine.”

  His voice, be it the accent or just him, it relaxes me. When I felt his finger replaced with his tongue; licking a slow path upward then around my clit, I let my legs spread. He’s right. Sex is allowing yourself to do what you want and the profit is the pleasure.

  By opening wider, his tongue had more to explore and the result was my moans. He found a place that felt like erotic lightning and I almost closed my legs against the intensity but he held my knees apart and that was too much.

  Trying to close my knees only to feel his strength resisting my attempt is what threw me over. I had all the same release I get on my own but with lasting tremors that almost hurt. They hurt so good it was enchanting!

  Gavin used his fingers to spread the wetness he’d earned from me. He pressed and kneaded me until the fire that was dying down was blazing again.

  My hips pushed up to feel more.

  “That’s right,” he said from the darkness. “What you just did, is doing everything right. Whatever you want. Whatever feels good.” He encouraged.

  I trust his words, so as he fingered my sensitive mound I did what he said. I made myself feel good. I sat forward to unzip the back of my dress and let the shoulders fall. I knew when my breasts were uncovered because the cool air made my nipples tighten. I lay back again and cupped one then the other. It felt awkward at first, to do this with someone watching but he’s so right. Doing what I want is what feels good and sex is about feeling good.

  He made a gruff sound before coming up to sit beside me. His hand never left between my legs. “Yes,” he said in my ear, “that’s perfect,” he rasped. “God, yes.” He pushed my legs further apart and kept touching until the wave hit my body like an ocean colliding cliff side.

  As soon as the high declined I felt like an addict. Now I get why people love this. I felt him beside me before slinging my leg over to straddle him. “Gavin, don’t stop.” I felt my way down his chest before coming back up to unbutton his shirt. “I need more of you. Don’t stop.”

  He yanked my dress up over my ass and grabbed my cheeks; stirring turmoil in my belly. His kiss was deadly good and then he was scrunching my dress down off my arms completely and a warm wet tightness formed around my nipple.

  Electric zapped through my blood. I held his head to my chest as he sucked and the fondling of his other hand on my breast brought a shrill shriek from me. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and rubbed myself against the bulge in his slacks. Whatever feels amazing, I’m doing.

  He switched to my other nipple after cupping it up to his mouth and invaded my heart with foreign feelings. It felt like I released a glue from my chest. I went from sure of what I want to needing him.

  With his shirt finally off I touched over his chest, feeling the contours of him. I don’t need my sight to know he’s beautiful. My hands are telling me everything.

  “I love how you do that.” He broke from my breast to say. Exploring up his neck I felt that he’d laid his head back on the couch.

  “How I do what?”

  He held my wrists and pressed my hands all over, “how you touch me. I know it’s how you’re seeing me, so you can imagine. Like those shells from the beach, or the rose… You’re seeing me with your hands.”

  I moved up his neck to trace my fingertips over his chin, lips, nose, eyes, and forehead. Yes. I’m seeing him. Now that I know he doesn’t mind it, I love it even more.

  “You make me hard when you do this,” he said in a tight voice like he was in pain. “That’s why I kissed you that first time. You were seeing me with your hands. Fuck Brianna, it’s hot.”

  I smiled and trailed my fingers down his chest to find his nipples. He’s holding my ass again and my inner walls clench whenever he squeezes.

  I skimmed my fingers, down, down, down, to the top of his pants. I undid his belt and button then his zipper.

  I heard his breathing quicken, “Gavin…?”

  He lifted his head and kissed my shoulder, “yes?”

  “Am…?” How do I ask? I found his cock and worked the top of his boxers over it. “Would you tell me the truth?”

  He shifted his hips to let his pants down. “What is it?”

  “Am I pretty?” I felt instantly worried about asking. “I know you call me sexy, and you want me…I mean my body. Now that you’ve seen it? I haven’t seen my adult body.” I tried to rely on humor, “like is um…is anything wrong with me? Other than eyes? No,um -.”

  His kiss took me to the moon. He really didn’t need to say anything now. The kiss was quite telling but then he framed my face and spoke against my mouth. “I’ll take the risk of sounding corny when I say I’ve never wanted to drive myself bollocks deep into any woman like I do you right now. You’re too gorgeous. It doesn’t feel real. It’s like I’m imagining you. I can’t even take it.”

  Wow. Maybe I did need that. “That wasn’t corny…” I let my hand drift to grasp his cock.

  He shuddered when I felt him then covered my hand with his to show me what to do. Up and down, in a tight fist, I wrapped myself around the hot thickness of Gavin. He’s a handful and straight like a tower. The head fans back into a smooth surface and whenever my thumb flicks over it, he groans.

  I felt the pre-cum coating my thumb and decided to try it without thinking. I licked it off my thumb and his groan turned into a moan that turned into an assault when he attacked my neck with kisses and licks.

  “That was the sexiest thing a woman’s ever done.” He said making me giggle. I was just experimenting. He bit my ear and I quaked inside.

  “Sex is doing what you want…right?” I asked.

  “Right.”

  I came off him and he tried to grab me. I stood up anyway and pushed my dress down to the floor then held his knees to do as he had. I knelt there in front of him. I’m fighting major insecurity but I also just want to let go and be all in.

  I felt my way up his thighs to where his dick stood waiting, and then held it the way he showed me. Imagining this between my legs and filling me up causes my pussy to throb and wetness dampened my thigh.

  I remembered all the things Chloe had told me about sex thinking I knew. All the stories and all the things she repeated to me came to mind. So taking my first long and slow lick of Gavin was a leap but the reward was his reaction.

  I took wet strokes with my tongue and sucked on the side of his shaft before moving up to bring his head in. The taste was new but intriguing. From head to toe Gavin tastes good to me. His scent and his skin they drive me wild. He drives me wild.

  Seems like I’m doing the same to him. God, I wish I could see. I came up for air but then he hoisted me onto the couch and crushed me under his body. When I moved my hands down his back as he bit at my shoulder I found that he was as naked as I was.

  Moving lower I found his ass. Even his ass is fine. I didn’t know I liked men’s asses but apparently I do. His has dimples, I can feel it and the muscles there go tight every time he thrusts his hips into my hip bone. It’s like he’s fucking me but without going in.

  I reached down between our bodies and found his cock again. He’s so strong here. It’s straining and the veins are pumping like the ones in his
arms. I fisted him again and stroked tighter. He positioned himself so the head was against my inner thigh.

  “I want you to cum now,” I said in puffs of air. Every time he knocked his pelvis into me, a word fell from my mouth and the sound of my statement interrupted by his mock taking of me was a damning turn on.

  “Then finish me.” He said into my neck as his hand came to cover my breast.

  With every thrust, he rolled my nipple between his fingers till I came hard again but in moments after I felt a hot liquid pour onto the apex of my thighs. It coated my pubic bone and dripped down my slit easing the aftermath spasm.

  If only he had a condom. If only he could press into me, because my body has never felt riper.

  He kissed my temple, ear, and jaw and I folded my arms around his neck to keep him close. That felt so much like sex that I needed sleep but I needed him close more than even that.

  GABRIEL

  I’ve never done this before, but I fit my body into her couch and let her burrow into me. We slept like babies.

  Her back tucked into my front and one of her throws covered us. I held her against me like a vice. Like I didn’t want her trying to get free. Her ginger hair twined around my arm and her curvy hip rested against my groin.

  I heard my phone vibrating in the pocket of my pants but fuck if I’m getting up right now. She’s so right. So beautiful. So good. Something burned up my chest then down into my dick when I thought of the fact that I’d just broken her in. Maybe not all the way but her memories of sexual satisfaction stem from only me now.

  I just engraved myself on her body. In her soul. Only problem is I think she did it to me too. I can feel it like a brand on my skin. This night just became a core memory in comfort. Tomorrow night can’t come quick enough. I’m going to have her every way I can think of and then I’ll find new ones.

  I just want everything to be Brianna.

  Another buzz woke me when the sun wasn’t even up yet. I opened my eyes to look and found Brianna had turned in to face me. Her face was against my chest and her leg was in between mine. Her breathing was soft and the throw moved to only cover her lower half. That’s a sight.