by Sosie Frost
“What do you mean—change me?”
She knew exactly what I talked about and why my body responded with such aggression to her question.
“It means that I’m gonna get you pregnant, and then your belly’s gonna start to grow. It’ll swell. Be visible. And every fucking person who sees you is gonna know what I did to you.”
“Oh.”
“And you’re gonna look so beautiful…” I bit my words to keep from swearing. “Your body will get all soft. Rounded. Fucking feminine.”
“And…that excites you?”
“In every conceivable way.”
She chided me for the pun. “I thought men wouldn’t find pregnant women attractive.”
“Are you fucking kidding?” I dared to reach for her, running my fingers through her curls as she delighted me with her tongue. “You’ll be the sexiest woman in the damned world. And I’m gonna get to see you changing—growing. I’ll be there, beside you, parading you around town. And everyone will know that it was me who mounted you. Me who seeded you. Me who held you down and thrust my cock so deep inside you that a baby was fucking inevitable.” I tugged her lower on my cock. “And they’re gonna know that you laid back, spread your legs, and fucking came when I filled you with my seed.”
Her breathing rasped as her lips popped off my cock. A surge of heat rocketed down my spine. It was too much. Her puffy lips caressed my shaft—pulsing up and down. Teasing. Savoring.
I was about to erupt, but I had a job to do.
And nothing would stop me until I saw it finished.
I rolled forward, trapping her in my arms and pushing her to the mattress. She knew what I wanted and eagerly opened her legs.
“And I bet you’d be really proud of yourself, impregnating me.”
The woman played with fire, and I couldn’t wait to get burned.
“Now you’re teasing me,” I said, my cock pushing into her slit.
“Just trying to understand.”
“Then I’ll show you what I mean.”
My cock slid within her softness, and, with a single thrust, she submitted to me.
Only for me.
Her heat enveloped me in pure, delirious pleasure. Shockwaves of untampered delight sizzled up my spine.
The little vixen thought she could get me off with her mouth.
“I’m only coming in your pussy…” My voice strained, fighting my own need so I could bury myself once more in her core. “And I’m not pulling out. Not now. Not ever. Not even if I had the chance to come in your mouth, between those perfect lips. No. There’s only one place my cum belongs, and that’s tucked up deep inside of you.”
Her pussy clenched hard around me. The woman was nearly there. Just needed a quick flick of her clit and a hard thrust to push her over the edge.
“Hunter…” She gasped my name.
And it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
“You wanted this…” I ground harder against her hips. “You begged me for this. So I’m gonna take what I’m owed. I’m gonna fuck you, mount you, take you every day until you realize what it means to be mine. Until that day when your belly starts to swell and everyone knows that it’s my baby inside of you. You’re gonna think of me—of this moment—and remember that this was always meant to be.”
And I intended to prove it.
I fucked her. Harder than I had before. Faster than I’d dared to take her. My hips crashed upon hers. Furious. Raw. I took exactly what I wanted and ensured she understood every growled warning, threat, promise…
Confession.
She cried out my name, shuddered against me, arched and bucked her hips high to meet mine.
We didn’t need any words. It happened instantaneously.
I came as she did, grunting hard over her trembling body as jet after jet of my cum coated her tight slit.
The pleasure slammed into me like a 2x4 to the head, cracking my spine, my back, my every muscle into a broken mess.
What was this?
The third time today?
So much for my supposed strength.
I pulled from her, flopping onto the mattress with a satisfied glance of her slickened petals. My cock jerked against the cool air as the last jolts of backbreaking delight surged through me.
Déjà panted, but the woman was an unstoppable force of pure seduction. She rolled over, her eyes feasting on my cock once more. I couldn’t stop her in time. She leaned over and took me within her mouth once more.
Tasting us.
What was it about this woman which refused my cock the chance to soften? She’d drain me dry before the quarantine was over, and I’d beg for more abuse.
“Do you really mean that?” Déjà asked.
I had no idea what she was talking about and didn’t have the strength to answer with more than a profanity.
“I mean…will you really take me every day until…it happens?”
I drifted as close to the truth as I dared without crashing over the edge.
“Hope you’re ready for it,” I said.
Déjà released me, cuddling at my side. I’d finally exhausted her. Good thing too. Pretty sure my hips were starting to bruise. I rested against her pillow, her voice a thousand miles away but her heat still impossibly intense, blistering my side. She didn’t help matters, drawing the comforter over her body.
I sweated, burning alive, but I didn’t care.
The woman cuddled against me, and I savored the sweet perfection of her closeness.
“I had no idea you’d be so…dedicated,” Déjà whispered.
“I never leave a job unfinished.”
“It almost makes me wish…”
The woman went quiet.
Sleep had eluded me so far. I could fend it off another minute.
“Wish what?” I mumbled.
“Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
Her voice muffled against my chest. “It almost makes me wish…I wouldn’t get pregnant right away.”
I stilled. A soft, telling moment passed.
“Why?” I asked.
Déjà laughed, a nervous little giggle. “It’s silly.”
“Then you have to tell me.”
“I…” She sighed. “I almost hate to stop doing this. I’m having such a good time with you. And this is all so…”
The crushing reality set in.
It hurt, but I’d expected it.
Déjà didn’t yet realize that this didn’t need to have an ending.
We could have these moments forever.
I didn’t know how to comfort her. Or what to say.
Didn’t know how to offer all of my dreams, hopes, and futures to her.
I wrapped my arm around her and held her close, fearing the worst.
She expected that our fooling around would come to an end.
Did that mean she wasn’t looking for anything else once she had the baby?
Was this really just an excuse for her to get pregnant, start her own family, and occasionally allow her best friend to show up and help out?
I could’ve asked her. Should’ve asked her.
But was it worth risking everything we had—this new closeness and intimacy—for an unanswerable question?
I loved her.
But before I could confess anything, I had to figure out if she wanted me…or if she only wanted a baby.
And maybe…
If I shut my fucking mouth and stayed quiet…
I could have both.
8
Déjà
If the quarantine meant I could stay wrapped up in Hunter’s arms forever—safe, warm, and naked—then I hoped I’d never leave the house again.
I had no idea how we’d tangled ourselves into this position, but I never wanted to leave his lap.
I ground on his hips, fully embedded with his thick cock. He held me in his arms as I rested my head on his shoulder, whimpering in pure delight as the aftershocks of our lovemaking sizzled through my body.
/> This…
Had been everything I’d ever dreamed and more.
One hour blended into the next—a sensual deluge of sex, cuddling, food, sleep, then awakening once more in each other’s arms.
It couldn’t get any more perfect.
Unless…
Unless it was my every day, my forever.
A life with Hunter.
“I love hearing you moan when I come inside you…” Hunter’s whisper was a gentle lash of wicked promise.
I bit his shoulder, playfully, hoping it’d ground me against the unrelenting shudders coursing over my spine. “I love when you come inside me.”
“I don’t know how we ended up having sex again.”
Good thing I was committing every moment of our time together to memory.
“We napped for a few minutes…” I kissed his neck. “I cuddled you to get warm. You took that to mean hop on, and here we are.”
“Why’d we ever stop?”
“Because we’re stupid, stupid people…” I giggled, weaving my fingers through his hair. His hands cupped my breasts, and I arched, allowing him full access to every part of me. “We should vow to never let each other go.”
“Done.”
He so eagerly made the promise.
But Hunter had no idea how I longed for him to keep it.
But even the greatest, most soul-shattering sex would eventually get complicated. And it just wasn’t fair. We had the bed, our sweaty bodies, our perfect kisses. The last thing I wanted to hear was talk of tomorrow, plans for a future beyond our nights together, or the dreaded words: we should get up.
The instant we parted, the moment my heart realized he’d pulled from me, the void returned. Aching. Dire. A hole in my soul that attempted to patch itself with all those fluttery, ridiculous feelings that would ruin everything.
I’d temper those emotions and hide them behind shy smiles and bashful glances, but I couldn’t escape the uncertainty.
What was going to happen next?
After?
Sure, we could stay in bed all day. Pretend our life was nothing but raiding the pantry, taking leisurely showers together, and tumbling back into the blankets…but what would the next few days bring?
Weeks.
Months.
Even though the world had shut down and the days seemed to be made just for us, one lingering question remained.
How long could I continue this charade without telling Hunter the truth?
I loved him.
But confessing it to him would jeopardize everything.
What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if none of the nights in each other’s arms had meant anything to him? What if he did this favor for me as a quick and easy fuck, but revealing my feelings would only scare him?
If he didn’t want anything real, anything permanent, would he even stick around?
What if I was already pregnant, and the truth would destroy more than just our friendship?
It was far easier to pretend the world didn’t exist. Unfortunately, the world wasn’t that kind.
Hunter’s phone buzzed from the nightstand. He swore but still reached for the phone, despite me begging him to let it go to voicemail.
He gently lowered me to the bed and unwound from my legs. I pouted but he didn’t see it. His eyes studied only the mess he’d left dripping from my slit.
I closed my legs. Served him right for answering.
At least he did it with an impatient grunt.
“What do you need?” Hunter balanced the phone on his shoulder searched under the bed for a wayward bottle of water we’d kicked during our lovemaking. He snickered. “Bad time to get a roof patched. The state says emergency repairs are allowed, so we shouldn’t have a problem. I’ll come take a look today, but I probably won’t be able to get supplies to fix it until tomorrow.”
My stomach dropped like I’d tumbled from the damaged roof.
I drew the comforter around me, shielding my nudity from the sudden resurgence of reality and life and all those other unpleasant intruders ruining our living fantasy.
Hunter finished his call and winked at me. “The windstorm last night got me some business.”
“…There was a windstorm?”
“You moaned too loud—couldn’t hear it.”
“Oh. I thought I was in stereo…”
Hunter pawed a hand through his hair and rumpled the blonde into a sexy bedhead. Now that wasn’t fair. My curls would need an hours’ worth of detangling before I’d look that damned good after a night of endless sex.
“That was Raymond Adamski,” he said. “Says he lost a couple shingles, but I’m guessing that means half of his roof blew away. I’m sure he’ll give me the real story once he sobers up. Could make a couple hundred off this job.”
A job.
As in…leaving my cottage.
Heading back into the real world.
Returning to responsibilities and rationality.
And finally recognizing how utterly insane these past two weeks had been.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” I asked.
“Don’t worry. No one’s gonna bother me on the roof. I can socially distance from ten feet up. This is a good way to make a couple extra bucks. Let’s face it, I’m gonna have to catch up on a lot of work once this thing is over.”
Over.
I’d never heard such a terrible word before.
Over.
It might’ve been the most selfish, unreasonable wish I’d ever made, but I had so hoped that we’d never be over. That this endless, tantric debauchery could continue now until forever.
Or until these feelings went away.
…Or were shared.
I hugged my pillow to my chest as Hunter reached for his jeans.
Not the clothes. Anything but the clothes.
Once he dressed, he’d leave the house. He’d go do a job. He’d work.
Maybe, if I was lucky, he wouldn’t realize these last few days were absolute madness and come back home.
We weren’t a couple.
Before he’d taken me to bed, we’d never talked about anything romantic. Hell, he used to fast-forward through the sappy part of movies to avoid all that emotional bullshit. It wasn’t like we had any sort of routine as a couple. No work in the morning, dinner on the table at six, and Netflix on in the evening.
That wasn’t us.
The only thing we had was a lifelong friendship that had been thoroughly dashed the instant we rolled beneath the sheets. And once he left, got some fresh air, and worked a solid day with the sky above him and a tool in hand, he’d become that practical, logical Hunter once more.
We’d been living on pure lust for two weeks.
Would he think it was a mistake?
Would he think it was the best thing we’d ever done?
Or would it be even worse than that?
Would he want everything to go back to normal?
“I don’t want you to go,” I whispered.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be safe.”
“It’s not that…” The words twisted in my gut. I forced them out, praying tears wouldn’t follow. “I’m thinking…this is all so new. We’ll lose that extra time we had together. I mean…I’m still trying to get to know you in this…different way.”
Hunter didn’t understand.
I never expected him to, and that only made it worse.
“You’re insatiable.” He grinned.
It wasn’t that. At least, not this time.
But how was I supposed to explain?
I knew, deep down, what we’d done was insane. The baby. The sex. The refusal to glance more than a day or so into the future.
But my feelings were real, even if they were so sudden and strong it was like my life had collided into a solid wall that was Hunter’s burly chest.
Everything I’d ever wanted had come true in a single afternoon, but Hunter didn’t question it. He leapt headfirst off the crazy cliff with me and
refused the parachute because he was too busy stripping off the rest of his clothes with me.
It hadn’t made sense then, and it didn’t make sense now. And I should’ve buried the questions before they knocked around in my head.
I had everything I thought I wanted. If the plan worked the way nature intended, I’d get my baby.
And yet…
I’d also gained Hunter—a man I didn’t know I wanted but suddenly became the air I breathed and the firm ground beneath my feet. He’d always been my rock. A bastion of common sense. He’d always protected me from everything, including myself.
Which meant the one of us who’d come to our senses…
Would be him.
And the best I could hope for would be an awkward apology, a vow to repair our platonic friendship, and a lonely few months without him as he attempted to forget what I looked like naked.
I couldn’t let it happen.
Couldn’t let this end.
Couldn’t let him walk away now…not when we were so close to the one miracle which would resolve everything.
I grabbed his hand and tugged him over me. Hunter expected the kiss, but he wasn’t the only one with tricks these days. One flick of my tongue against his, one whimpered murmur from my lips, and one bat of my eyelashes, and the man became a slave to desire once more.
He allowed me to pull him onto the bed, and I eagerly dove for his jeans.
“Déjà…what…”
I didn’t need him to say a word. His cock spoke for him—raging, hard, and begging to be freed from the confines of the jeans.
He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
And maybe…just maybe…it scared him as much as me.
I ground my hips against his and dropped, burying him inside of me.
Deep.
Completely embedded.
Exactly where he needed to be.
And I loved every miserable moment of that truth.
I fell over his chest, my arms on either side of his shoulders. The sensations crippled me with shivers. Heat erupted in me, and I groaned, welcoming the shivered jolts of electricity as every thrust sliced into my quivering softness.
It wouldn’t take long.
Despite all the sex, the constant embraces, the kisses and touches, we lingered on the perpetual edge of oblivion. It only took the right words, the right pressure, and we’d both shatter into more fractured people.