Infinite Love (The Austin Series)

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘Not so funny now it is, Clarke,’ I giggled as she screamed and thrashed. I gasped and scrambled off her as I raced across to the door holding my breath. ‘LEXI,’ I yelled as I reached safe minimum distance.

  ‘What?’ she giggled.

  ‘You know what, you just farted.’

  ‘I was crying and you were tickling me, I lost all sphincter control.’

  ‘Jesus Christ, what did you eat? That’s rank!’ I moaned as I hauled my top up over my nose and mouth and wafted the bedroom door.

  ‘I had a curry while you were out with Gabe last night. O no,’ she groaned.

  ‘What? Have your eyeballs just melted like in Indiana Jones?’

  ‘I think I may have a slight follow through situation, my bottoms all wet and a bit warm,’ she whined as she covered her eyes, her cheeks scarlet. I burst out laughing and she peaked at me through her fingers mortified. ‘What do I do?’

  ‘Get your shitty arse off my nice white duvet for starters,’ I giggled.

  ‘I’m too scared to move. What if more comes out? I’m wearing a skirt, it will go everywhere!’

  ‘What do you want me to do? I can’t pick up the toilet and bring it to you.’

  ‘Could you bring the washing up bowl just in case? Please Mia, hurry. I think I need to fart again,’ she begged. I ran to the kitchen wiping tears of laughter from my eyes and grabbed the empty washing up bowl and poked my head around the door. She was still lying on the bed in the same position, her hands over her face.

  ‘Is it safe for me to come in and breathe?’ I called.

  ‘O sod off and get in here, this is like … defcon zero it’s that serious. I could die of shame,’ she groaned. ‘HURRY.’

  ‘What are you going to do with it?’ I asked as I handed it to her.

  ‘You’re going to have to hold it and I’ll squat over it and we’ll slowly move toward the bathroom. That way we don’t ruin your nice cream carpet if I have an explosion.’

  ‘I’m more worried about my nice clean hands and the lining of my nostrils, Lex,’ I chuckled as I stood at the side of the bed. ‘Aren’t you wearing knickers?’

  ‘A thong with a mini skirt,’ she sighed. ‘Never again. I need those big incontinence pants, I’m never going to have sex with a man up there ever again.’

  ‘I blame Sam, you said he was more partial to anal than the other way, he’s obviously stretched you too far.’

  ‘Please, he was big but not that big. I’ve seen videos of women sticking bloody mini footballs up there and shooting them out with perfect control.’

  ‘I seriously worry for your sanity, not just your bottom, if that’s the sort of porn you’re into. Come on, the bloody things I do for friendship,’ I sighed as I crouched with the bowl and she carefully moved off the bed and straddled it as I tried to avoid eye contact with her backside. ‘Ok go, go, go. Not go as in for a number two, I mean move it.’

  ‘Don’t make me laugh, this is mortifying,’ she groaned as we started to move, her walking like a chicken with her legs spread and me bending over holding the bowl under her.

  ‘How did I end up with the shit end of the deal?’ I giggled. We both froze as we heard a thud in the bowl.

  ‘Please tell me I just didn’t shit in a washing up bowl that you’re carrying?’ she whispered.

  ‘I really don’t want to look,’ I replied.

  ‘You have to, I daren’t bend over.’

  ‘Don’t you dare bend over,’ I shot back. ‘If you fart again, I’ll get a face full of it.’

  ‘Look then. Please.’

  ‘Jesus Christ, some leaving party this is,’ I groaned. I squinted my eyes as I gingerly looked, then collapsed on the floor dropping the bowl as I roared with laughter.

  ‘What? What? I did, didn’t I? I shit in a bowl,’ came her mortified voice.

  ‘No, you rolled onto a stray piece of pizza and it was stuck to your backside,’ I howled as I tears poured down my face. She looked around to see the piece of pepperoni pizza in the silver plastic bowl on the floor and went bright red and ran to the bathroom. I started to hyperventilate as she came out with her mini skirt hitched up wiping the tomato sauce off her cheeks with the wet wipes.

  ‘You dare tell anyone about this,’ she hissed. I roared with laughter and clutched my sides and heard her starting to giggle too. ‘I told you I’d only eat seven of the eight slices and you wouldn’t have it,’ she protested.

  I took one final look around my old bedroom and shut the door. Gabe had paid someone to pack and move everything for us, from both of our places. He’d flown home on Thursday night, having taken Friday off so we could set up the house with Lexi and Doug’s help. We’d just kept our weekend cases for our last few nights here. While I’d slept over at Lexi’s, Gabe had gone to Greyson’s to check over what I’d done in his absence, and to hang out with Doug who was managing the bar. We’d left Doug with Robert’s old dining and lounge furniture and had taken all of ours out of the apartment, including the 50” television, much to Doug’s mortification.

  I shed a couple of tears as I did a tour around each of the apartments, my hand lingering on the damaged brick work where I’d hurled the crockery at my lowest point. Gabe was right. While we had many happy memories of our first home together, it was also full of much loss. I was sad to leave, but we were starting a new life and I was also really excited. We’d decided that in the New Year, we’d put our names down on the surrogacy list to try and find someone willing to have our embryos implanted, but in the meantime we had our official moving in, his birthday, our third anniversary of meeting, my birthday, our second wedding anniversary and Christmas with our parents, Doug and Lexi to look forward to as well.

  Gabe had to separate Lexi and I as we clung to each other, insisting we’d never let go if he didn’t intervene. He was right, she’d be over for movies in a few nights. It just felt like the end of an era moving out of the building. He grabbed both of our cases out of the boot and carried them in depositing them in the hall, then insisted on carrying me over the threshold. I smiled and lay my head on his shoulder, my arms around his neck as he kicked the door shut behind him and carried me down the hall.

  ‘We’re not going to the bedroom?’ I whispered as I kissed his ear and tugged on his lobe. We hadn’t had sex for nearly ten weeks and I was beyond impatient. With every mile we’d covered getting closer to the house, I’d felt myself getting wetter as I watched him driving, imaging how good he was going to make me feel, and me him, hopefully. I was also nervous. I hadn’t even used any toys down there in our time apart and wasn’t convinced that he was going to fit anymore.

  ‘I was thinking the bedroom later. Right now I don’t want to waste valuable time climbing the stairs.’

  ‘Yes, Sir,’ I replied happily as I kissed his neck making him groan. He marched me into the kitchen, sat me down on the island unit and stepped back as he just looked at me. My chest was rising and falling rapidly, as was his and I sighed as I saw the bulge in his trousers. ‘What are you waiting for,’ I uttered.

  ‘I’m seriously hard, Mia. I’m worried about hurting you.’

  ‘And I’m seriously wet, Gabe. I want you, so badly. Please, it’s been weeks.’

  ‘It’s going to be quick and raw, I’m desperate for you.’

  ‘I don’t care. We have all night for slow, we have the rest of our lives for anyway we want it, please. I’ve missed you and I’m desperate too.’

  ‘Take off your top,’ he ordered firmly as he pulled his shirt over his head. I gulped as I saw his bare chest being unveiled for the first time in … forever. The perfect curve of the edges of his pecs, the soft rectangular edges of his oblique’s, that V that led my eye down to where his hand was already fiddling with his buttons. ‘Mia,’ he barked.

  ‘Sorry, I’d forgotten how extra hot you were naked,’ I moaned and quickly pulled my top over my head. I’d deliberately gone bare chested and was wearing a pair of crotchless knickers under my wool mini skirt just in cas
e. I’d waited long enough, I wasn’t leaving him with any barriers to get through.

  ‘I’d forgotten how pink and large your nipples were,’ he groaned as he peeled the opening of his jeans back and extracted himself. It was my turn to groan as I saw he’d gone commando for speed as well. I shuffled my skirt up and parted my legs as he took the few steps toward me and took me in a crushing embrace as his mouth crashed down on mine. Our lips bruised each other’s as I slid my hands down into the back of his jeans to claw at his tight backside, while he held the back of my head with one hand, the other grasping and kneading my breast.

  ‘Don’t play, do,’ I ordered as I came up for air. I held his gaze as I nodded my consent and he grabbed my hips and pulled me straight onto his hard cock. My scream nearly shattered the windows as he tore through me with a roar. My head dropped back as I tried to gather any semblance of coherent thought, while my flesh battered my senses with messages of both pleasure and pain to feel his length and girth stretching me again.

  ‘Baby?’ he groaned as he held himself still inside me. I could feel him pulsating and the sensation was incredible.

  ‘You’re … huge,’ I gasped as I panted and pulled up to look him in the eye. He gave me one of his cocky smiles and quickly rotated his hips. ‘O my God,’ I cried and dug my nails into his backside until he hissed.

  ‘Shit Mia, please don’t clench or you’ll break him, you’re so damn tight,’ he groaned. I giggled and then cried out again as he pulled back and thrust into me firmly.

  ‘Again,’ I begged as I wriggled my hips trying to find a better position to ease the feeling of fullness.

  ‘Fuck,’ he yelled as he thrust two more times. I gave up fighting the feelings coursing through my body and fell back onto the counter as my eyes rolled into the top of my head. Pleasure had saturated me, I was on the verge of climaxing already. He automatically cupped my backside and lifted me slightly as he pushed into me again and I trembled as his wide head rubbed over my g-spot.

  ‘No,’ I begged. I didn’t want to come yet, it was too soon, but another few strokes had me on the precipice.

  ‘Let go Mia, I need it, I need you to come for me. I’ve missed watching you fall apart in my arms. Please, baby, give it to me,’ he growled as he powered into me again and again, setting up a ridiculous tempo.

  ‘Too … soon,’ I cried as I quivered, his thick shaft stretching me to capacity.

  ‘No. Now,’ he ordered as I felt his fingers tighten on my backside and his thumbs digging into my hips. I thrashed my head on the oak work surface below me as I whimpered, sure the orgasm I was fighting was going to break me. He was home, my man, my lover, my best friend, my soul mate, and my husband, was home. He was back inside me, where he belonging. I felt everything tighten as he let out a pained growl, the wonderful tingling sensation that preceded the spasm, the tears of ecstasy trickling from my mouth as I was rendered speechless. ‘Mia,’ he called in a strangled tone.

  That one word, that sound of my name on his lips, like a prayer, was all it took to push me over the edge. My back arched off the counter as my thighs squeezed his slim hips. I gripped the edges of the island countertop and sobbed as my orgasm ripped through my body. I heard him roar, an animalistic primitive mating call, as his scorching semen coated my insides and he hauled my limp trembling body into his arms and held me against his chest as we both cried. He soothed me with strokes of my back and kisses in my hair, as my body jerked violently while the echoes of my orgasm continued to rip through me.

  ‘Gabe,’ I sobbed, overwhelmed with positive emotion, as I flung my arms around his neck.

  ‘It’s ok, I’m here. I’m never going anywhere again, Mia,’ he whispered as he kissed my neck. He held me tightly as he carried me into our new adjoining family room and sank down onto the sofa, clutching me tightly to his heaving chest. I was straddling his lap, collapsed against him, while he quivered inside me. ‘I love you, baby. So much the pain in my chest is crippling me,’ he groaned as he kissed my neck.

  ‘I love you too,’ I whispered with a shaky voice. ‘But I need to recant that whole “we have all night for slow” speech. I think you just broke my vagina.’ He burst out laughing and sat me up on his lap, clasping my face.

  ‘Did I hurt you?’

  ‘I loved it, but I’m feeling a bit tender. You’re very big.’

  ‘No bigger than I was last time we did it, you’re just out of practice. Remember the first time we did it?’ he asked and I nodded. ‘You needed a bit of time to recover then too.’

  ‘I’m sorry, I know you must be desperate to do it again.’

  ‘I was, but I’m happy now. I can wait until you feel up to it again. Right now I’d actually just like to just sit here and hold you if that’s ok?’

  ‘More than ok,’ I smiled and snuggled back down on his firm warm chest and kissed his throat. Gabe wasn’t the only one home, I was too. He was my home. He always had been, it had just taken me about four more days than him realise it, when he’d first confessed his love for me.

  ‘Hey Luke, I’m just nipping out for lunch with Gabe, I won’t be long.’

  ‘Is it raining?’ he frowned as he checked the chilled cabinets for supplies.

  ‘No,’ I blushed as wrapped my arms around my trench coat. ‘I’m feeling a bit chilly that’s all.’ I hurried out of the main doors and down the stairs and into the lobby of AF&F. Zoe the receptionist looked up and smiled at me.

  ‘Afternoon, Mrs. Austin.’

  ‘Afternoon Zoe, busy day?’

  ‘Friday’s are always the busiest day. Excuse me,’ she smiled as she pressed the button on her ear piece to take an incoming call. I hurried down the corridor and Alex looked up from his desk, positioned outside of Gabe’s office, and smiled.

  ‘Hi, Mrs. Austin.’

  ‘Hi, Alex. Are we all set?’ I asked as I stole a quick glance into Gabe’s glass fronted office to see him talking on his ear piece as he looked out of the window.

  ‘As requested, half an hour pencilled in.’

  ‘If you can make sure we’re not disturbed unless it’s an emergency, we have a very important business transaction to complete.’

  ‘Understood. I hope it goes well.’

  ‘I’m sure it will,’ I said confidently. I quietly opened Gabe’s office door and closed it behind me and stood admiring him. He’d left this morning in his sexy three piece black suit, the jacket of which was hanging on the back of his chair. He was still wearing his waistcoat, as he did every day, which cut into his slim waist and showed off his broad powerful shoulders. The hot pink shirt he was wearing barely contained his biceps and I gulped as I studied him. He was a seriously fine specimen of a man. My man. I cocked my head to admire his tight backside in his trousers, he had his hands in his pockets as he was talking, pulling the material tightly across the perfect globes of his cheeks. I bit my lip and let out a soft sigh. He spun around and broke into a huge grin as he saw me and held up one finger, telling me he wouldn’t be long. I undid the belt on my coat and pushed it open, putting my hands on my hips and his eyes went wide.

  ‘Nathan, I’m sorry but something has just come up, that requires urgent attention,’ he advised as he winked at me and pointed to the obvious erection he’d just sprung, making me giggle. ‘I need to get on it immediately.’ He terminated the call and walked forward to his desk and pressed a button, rendering the clear glass behind me opaque.

  ‘Happy birthday, baby,’ I smiled.

  ‘I thought we were having dinner tonight,’ he grinned as his eyes raked my body.

  ‘We are. I got you lunch, something to eat on your desk.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Me.’ I shrugged off the coat as he chuckled and undid his shirt cuffs and turned his sleeves up. I slinked forward, dressed in stockings and suspenders and a matching set of jade green lace bra and boy shorts.

  ‘Well, I am currently feeling very hungry.’

  ‘I heard you were partial to a peach. Sweet, wet and ju
icy,’ I giggled as I strode around to his side of the desk and undid the button and zip on his trousers and kissed him. ‘But first, before sweet, comes savoury.’ I tussled him out of his boxers and pushed him back in his chair as he chuckled.

  ‘I have an appointment in one minute, how fast are you?’

  ‘I’m your appointment and I’m early. So, I have you for a full thirty one minutes Gabriel Austin, Operations Director, and I assure you, that this was top of our agenda.’ I winked as I kneeled down and took him in my mouth. He groaned and pulled my hair back into a ponytail as he looked down at me with half closed eyes.

  ‘You’re always top of my agenda,’ he murmured. ‘I propose that when you have concluded your business, we move to my desk and I will dazzle you with my eloquent oral skills.’ I winked back at him as I enjoyed the taste of his skin, the feeling of his solidness in my mouth. It was rare for him to let me pleasure him like this, he was too focussed on looking after me, so I loved it when I had a chance to repay the favour. He reached up with one hand and ran his finger around the inside of his collar as he let out another groan. I took him deeper into my mouth and he writhed on his chair. ‘Look at me, baby,’ he ordered and exploded in my mouth the second I did with a loud grunt as his hips thrust forward.

  ‘Hmmm, that was about twenty one calories,’ I smiled as I came up for air. ‘Someone was extra loaded today.’

  ‘Do you know how many times I’ve fantasised about you sucking me off in this office?’

  ‘A few I’d imagine,’ I giggled as I hopped up onto his desk and swung my legs. He swivelled his chair around to face me, pushed my knees apart and moved in closer, kissing my navel.

  ‘I love the idea of you under the desk with my cock in your mouth when someone’s standing just inside the door talking to me.’

  ‘Then I shall pencil another date for that fantasy, right now I think it’s time for your pudding.’ I squealed as grabbed my ankles and placed my feet either side of him on the arm rests of his chair.