by Kat T. Masen
“Okay, wow. Nice, for someone getting laid,” I tell them, forcing a smile.
“There’s more,” Eric coerces. “C’mon, you’ll love it.”
I then pull out a clitoral vibrator-looking thing, nipple clamps, anal plug, and strawberry flavored lube.
“You guys shouldn’t have.” I try my best to hide my sarcasm because let’s face it, I’m not fucking Austin nor anyone else right now, despite my hormones raging like a bull with a red flag being waved.
“Oh, it’s all our pleasure,” Nikki sneers with a lick of her lips. “And yours soon, now that Mommy has left the building and gone back to LA.”
I shake my head, placing the gifts back into the bag. “It’s not like that. We’re co-parenting.”
“Maybe it’s time to co-parent his ding-a-ling?” Eric remarks, followed by his lips pressing together while deliberately cocking his head.
“I take it back. That tops the list of disturbing things you’ve said. Emmy is our priority, end of the story.”
I don’t want to admit to either one of them that I’ve been thinking a lot about Austin and his so-called ding-a-ling. Damn Eric! Rephrase, beautiful cock, from what I remember. It’s gotten to the point of being so highly aroused, I’m unable to take a decent shower without extending the shower head between my legs for some relief.
But it’s only been four weeks since I gave birth, and I’m terrified of sex hurting or even an orgasm hurting me.
“Where’s my little girl?” Nikki moves toward the bassinet, which I wheeled into the living room. Slowly, she removes her from it and cradles Emmy in her arms. “I miss the baby smell. Ashton feels so big now, and when I hug him, he wriggles out because Rocky is his favorite.”
“Funny that,” I mention with a slight chuckle. “Ashton won’t let go of Dad either. Must be a boy thing.”
“Honey, if Lex could hold me, I’d be running to him too,” Eric tells us.
I scrunch my nose. “Too far, Eric. Too far.”
“How is Austin coping with being a new dad?” Nikki asks, followed by a coo as Emmy slowly opens her eyes.
“Okay, I guess. He’s been working nights. So after he showers and changes, he comes over for two hours, and then ends up crashing, to then get up and go to work.”
Eric and Nikki both look at each other, like a secret lies between them. But, I swear, the two of them together do my head in at times.
“What?”
“Why doesn’t he just move in?” Eric asks
“He said it… ” Nikki blurts out, “… not me.”
“Because we haven’t spoken about anything.”
Eric sighs heavily with exaggeration. “Why not?”
“Why not? Because we just had a baby.”
“That was four weeks ago.”
“Yeah, and having a baby isn’t easy,” I inform him, annoyed he thinks I’m sitting around here doing nothing. “It’s exhausting.”
“Eric, give her a break,” Nikki chastises. “Besides, once the hormones get a hold of you, good luck.”
“What hormones?” I ask, pretending I have no clue what she’s talking about.
Nikki laughs. “The ones which make you think about dick twenty-four-seven.”
“She said it…” Eric blurts out this time, “… not me.”
I intake a deep breath, not wanting to delve into this topic since every time I bring it up in my head, I end up at a dead end. Still horny, of course.
“I have an idea,” Nikki begins, then continues, “it’s your birthday. How about Eric and I stay here for a few hours to take care of Emmy? Why don’t you put something nice on and go to the office to open all your fabulous gifts? You’ve got extra milk stored in the fridge?”
“Yes, I pumped only an hour ago. I have about a weeks’ worth of milk stored in the fridge.”
“Great,” Nikki announces with an overbearing grin. “I’m sure a small break won’t hurt you.”
“I could,” I admit, then smile slowly. “But I’ll only be gone for a few short hours. I don’t know how I feel about leaving her.”
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” Eric sings with an over-joyed expression. “Let’s go find you a fabulous birthday outfit.”
Eric’s mission in life is to make everyone look fabulous. So he picks out a sweetheart neck Dolce & Gabbana dress hanging in my closet, which surprisingly fits. Aside from one massive problem, and when I say massive, I mean my breasts.
They are really popping out.
“Oh, honey, that rack of yours. I’d come in my pants if I were a straight man.”
“Ew,” I say with a scowl. “Great for motorboating if I had someone to drive the boat.”
Eric bursts out into laughter. “Oh, child, I’ve taught you well.”
As difficult as it is to say goodbye, I leave my apartment, though I contemplate going back inside the elevator and upstairs when the overwhelm hits, and it feels wrong to leave Emmy.
However, when I exit the building, into the beautiful fresh air and sound of the city, a sigh of relief washes over me.
Freedom.
I take a cab to my office, and upon entering the building again, it feels like a breath of fresh air. My heels click against the marble floor, a simple sound that instills confidence in me—something I’ve battled with my entire pregnancy.
When I reach my floor, my team is standing in the foyer to then yell, “Happy Birthday!”
There are plenty of hugs and presents given. A table sits in the middle with food plus a giant birthday cake. Champagne is handed out, and I quickly google if I’m allowed to drink. One glass is supposed to be okay if I wait two hours to feed. I also read up on pumping and dumping, though the information is conflicted. I decide maybe half a glass is safer, plus a pump and dump just to be sure.
Eric isn’t wrong in his description of the gifts. Every company I’ve ever worked with has sent me a gift—plenty of designer names. I quickly ask my marketing team to organize photos and thank you cards to make sure we credit and give thanks where due.
After spending two hours in the office, socializing and incorporating some work, I decide to head home.
As I sit in the cab, reliving what a wonderful day it’s been, my mind wanders to Austin.
“Sir, change of address, please.”
I give the driver Austin’s address, which thankfully is only a slight detour.
Inside Austin’s building, I knock on the door for Jonah to open up.
“Hey, Ava,” Jonah greets, to then scan the area around me. “Where’s Emmy?”
“With my aunt and friend. Is Austin around?”
“Yeah, sure. Come in.”
I follow Jonah inside, only for him to throw a bag over his shoulder. “He’s in the shower. He should be out soon. I’ll catch you later. I’ve got a photoshoot with Andy, which I’m late for.”
With a smile, I forgot Jonah worked along with Andy. Apparently, Jonah was studying medicine which is how he met Austin, but he changed his mind to pursue a creative career.
He closes the door behind him, leaving me alone in the apartment.
Pacing the living room with my phone in hand, I don’t want to sit down nor interrupt Austin. My phone has been buzzing all day with calls and messages, so I take the opportunity to respond to everyone. Millie is the worst offender, uploading all these baby photos of me onto her social media, and in almost every photo, I’m crying beside her while she has a devilish grin on her face.
Me: You’re going to pay for those pictures. Wait until it’s your birthday. I’m going to whip out that video of you when you were two and you pooped in the bathtub.
Millie: You wouldn’t dare!
Me: Game on, sis.
With a grin spreading across my face, a noise forces me to glance up. Austin is standing a few feet away with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His chest is completely dry, standing out so gloriously with his defined six-pack and that V part.
Stop looking, now.
My
eyes quickly divert to his face, where I can see him staring at my chest with a tortured expression.
“If it isn’t the birthday girl,” he says with the corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk. “I was just about to head over to see you.”
“Nikki and Eric insisted on taking care of Emmy for a few hours, so I could go to the office. They didn’t tell me the team had organized a mini party. There was champagne.”
“Hmm,” he mouths, moving closer, which causes my breath to hitch. “It would explain why your cheeks are flushed.”
“It was only half a glass. I googled what was safe, just in case you get all doctor on me. Besides, I pumped enough for Emmy to drink tonight, so yeah…” I rush, my temperature suddenly rising. “Do you mind if I have some water? It’s awfully hot in here.”
I don’t even wait for an answer, moving to the kitchen, where I grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Somehow, I manage to twist the lid off and gulp down a fair amount. When I turn around to close the door, Austin is only inches away.
“So tell me, what does the birthday girl want?”
He smells so fresh like soap and aftershave. Between my legs, a persistent throb makes it challenging to get my words out. What did I want? For him to fuck me like I’m the last woman on earth.
“Honestly, Austin. You don’t need to get me anything. I have everything I want.”
Austin leans closer, tilting his head so his lips are close to my ear. “I would hate to think you have everything you want. Otherwise, that would mean another man has touched you.”
My chest tightens with Austin’s deep, prolonged stare into my eyes. I trail my finger down his chest, unable to stop myself from reaching out to touch him.
“I promise you no one else has touched me,” I murmur, biting down on my lip to control my urges. “But I lied. I don’t have everything I want.”
Austin’s gaze falls upon my lips. “What does the birthday girl want?”
I’m done with waiting and done with playing it safe. What do I have to lose, anyway? Without a second thought, I grab his hand to guide him between my legs. When his fingers graze against my clit, I intake a sharp breath.
His fingers sit above my panties, rubbing at a slow and agonizing pace. I throw my arms around his neck for my lips to crash against his. Austin’s tongue is smooth, causing me to moan in amidst of our heated kiss. His breathing is heavy when he pulls back, but he never stops the motion between my legs.
“I think… ” he begins with, keeping his voice low, “… that the birthday girl is in desperate need to come.”
Nodding, I’m unable to even scream the words ‘fuck yes.’
“But I want to hear it,” Austin demands while grazing my lobe with his teeth. “I want you to look me in the eye and tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
He pulls back, so we’re face to face, and with my breathing growing fast and more audible, my eyes focus on his.
“I want you between my legs. I need to feel your fingers rub against my clit and bring me to an orgasm. I want you, Austin, that’s all I’ve been thinking about, and it’s driving me insane.”
With a smirk playing on his lips, he moves his fingers into my panties, causing me to moan at his touch.
“Good girl. If you ask, you shall receive.”
His fingers move on their own accord as my whole body reacts with pleasure. Then, with his head buried in my neck, he kisses beneath my ear. “I’ve been only thinking about you, Ava. I remember how amazing it felt to be inside you. Thinking about all the things I want to do to your body. You drive me fucking crazy all the time.”
“Austin.” I gulp, throwing my head back against the refrigerator. “I’m close…”
“Come for me… now,” he commands with grit in his voice.
Closing my eyes tight, I feel the sensations tear throughout my entire body, and the euphoria spreads to every inch, causing me to ache in delight. My moans become louder until my breath gets stuck to become a heightened groan. My breathing is uneven, and my throat raspy and dry.
I open my eyes to see this beautiful man with a very satisfied smile on his face. But then, my eyes fall upon his perfectly sculpted chest, and the ache between my legs begins to throb again.
“It is my birthday, and you said I could have anything I want.”
“Hmm,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb against my lip. “I did say that.”
My fingers run down his chest until they reach the top of his towel. Then, swiftly, I tug to remove it as his cock springs free.
With my hands placed on his hips, I lick my lips then whisper, “I want you in my mouth. If the birthday girl asks, she shall receive.”
Austin expels a grunt, smashing his lips onto mine. “Get down and suck my cock, birthday girl. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
Twenty-Four
Austin
My hand wraps around Ava’s hair, pulling the ponytail as she kneels on the kitchen floor to suck my cock.
The muscles in my body tense while I try to control myself from blowing straight away, desperate to devour every moment her mouth takes me in, to the sheer desire in her eyes as she watches me from below.
I’ve fantasized of precisely this moment, more than I care to admit, even in the shower before I knew she was in my apartment. But dreams are sometimes so far off reality, and in this case—reality is so much better.
Her mouth opens wide, with the corners building up in saliva. I get off on the sound it makes, groaning each time her tongue circles the tip of my cock.
Pulling her hair back, I guide myself inside her until she wraps her hand around my shaft and leans back against the refrigerator, eyes wide with a wicked smirk playing on her lips.
“What do you have for me, birthday girl?” I tease, waiting in anticipation as my cock stands hard in front of her.
At a slow and agonizing pace, she strokes my cock, and just when I think I will come this way, she opens her mouth wide to take me in.
All in.
The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat, causing my body to jerk in pleasure.
“Fuck,” I moan.
Ava doesn’t stop, taking me in deeper until my body stiffens, and I warn her gently I’m going to come so she can take me out.
But she doesn’t.
She continues to take me deep in her throat as the sensation tears through me, and I spill into her mouth, my eyes closing as a grunt follows.
My heart is beating at a rapid rate, and I’m barely able to focus, seeing stars and slightly dizzy. With my hand resting against the door, I try to control my breathing as Ava slides back up.
“Are you okay?” She grins, licking her lips like the naughty girl she is. “You look somewhat disorientated.”
Lacing my hand around her neck, I bring her in for a deep kiss. The taste of her tongue is sweet, and I get off on knowing she’s swallowed without me even demanding it.
“You’re perfect.”
She places her hands on my chest with a small laugh. “What makes me perfect? The deep-throating or the fact that I swallowed without you asking?”
I’m unable to hide the smile on my face, staring into her eyes with a need to strip her naked and do whatever possible to her body.
“Both, all of it. You, your sexy body. You’re driving me crazy, Ava Edwards.”
Her eyes fall upon my cock, noticing it's hard again.
“As much as I’d love to take you in my mouth again, unfortunately, I have to go home because mama’s breasts are on the verge of exploding,” she informs me while tracing her fingers down my abs. “But, if you’re willing to come home with me, I’m sure we can find something to do later. You did say the birthday girl gets what she wants, right?”
I press my mouth on hers and pull back with a grin. “The birthday girl is awfully demanding today, but I’m not complaining. Give me a few minutes to get changed, and I’ll come with you.”
“That’s the plan.” She winks.
“Well, well, well.” Eric welcomes us with a knowing smile. “If it isn’t, Daddy and Mommy, all happy-looking. Rejuvenated, if anything. Like something came over them.”
Nikki lowers her head with a smirk. “Thirty years I’ve known you, Eric, and you still manage to surprise me.”
“How was the afternoon?” Eric questions, examining the both of us a little too closely.
“Good. I went to the office, ate cake, and opened gifts,” Ava casually mentions. “I even drank some champagne. Albeit, small but still nice.”
“Uh-huh,” Eric drags, his stare penetrating. “And then you ran into Austin?”
“Actually, she came to visit me, and I was just hopping out of the shower, you know, wearing a towel because that’s what you do when you get out of the shower.”
Ava’s eyes widen as Eric throws his hand to his neck, then purposely swallows hard.
“Well, I see it’s getting quite warm in here, Dr. Carter. A towel, you said?” Eric begins to fan himself, and I’m enjoying messing with him. “I need to take a seat.”
“I’m glad you had a nice afternoon,” Nikki says, ignoring Eric's dramatic panting on the sofa. “Emmy is well fed and resting. As for us, we need to leave because we have an important dinner downtown.”
Eric raises his brows in concern. “We do?”
Nikki forces a smile, and I sense her desire to leave us alone, which I welcome. “Yes, Mr. Kennedy. The meeting with Jane.”
“Jane, who?”
“Oh, for the love of God, Eric.” Nikki throws her hands up in the air. “Let these two get some alone time because you can cut the sexual tension with a god damn chain saw.”
Eric and Nikki grab their things, wishing Ava happy birthday until Nikki leans into Ava, “Back door, honey. If the front is closed for repairs, take him all in the back.”
Ava drops her gaze with a grin, lifting it moments later to meet my relaxed stare.