by Lia Lee
“I missed you. I want you.”
She whined as his hands claimed her breasts and his mouth covered her nipple. The wetness sucked at the peak, and her back arched. A long, low cry of deliriousness escaped her. Her eyes snapped opened, and she saw him watching her expressions while he sucked her nipple hungrily, greedily, holding up the full, firm globes. His lips dug into them as he sucked and tugged at the tip. When he finally released it, he dragged his lips off the tip, elongating it. His mouth moved between her breasts, and his tongue slid erotically, wetly, between them. He bit a mouthful, then lifted slightly before slamming his mouth onto her navel. She jerked as his teeth bit into the flesh next to her belly button. Her insides taut, she curled away from the touch yet toward it. His mouth descended until she clamped her legs shut and shivered.
“Hart… let me have all of you.” His tongue flicked at the triangle of smooth flesh at the apex of her thighs. “I want to taste you everywhere.”
Her insides clenched familiarly as the smoldering lust seeped molten lava deep in her core.
“Hart…” His hand pushed between her clamped thighs, and he stroked her clit. Her shuddering body made his shoulders taut as he fought his own release. He could tell she was tensing up as his fingers delved along the wet seam. Her thighs jerked and her head thrashed. She was too sweet and too inexperienced, and he took great pride in knowing that he was the only one who had seen her naked, who had touched her body the way he had, the only one who had brought her to orgasm and taught her what it was like. Hypocritical though it was, he relished the ownership of her body.
The waves of impending orgasm he so skillfully brought her to repeatedly, every time, slipped through her, and she readied to be consumed by the electric waves. Her threw her head back, and her thighs fell apart. She cried out as his mouth slammed onto the revealed drenched spot with harsh, punitive force.
“Gerard…” she gasped loudly, her hands helplessly clutching his head.
She clamped her thighs shut, but his head blocked their path. She curled sideways and he pinned her, his mouth hungry, licking along the slit. She felt every flick, every velvety rush of his tongue along her clit, and when his finger pushed inside the entrance to her body, her back arched and she let her thighs fall sideways in wondrous defeat.
“Baby… don’t stop,” she moaned, and her head fell back.
His heart hammered wildly at her shattered plea. He held her thighs apart, his hands and his skin color a stark contrast against her gleaming, dark flesh. He squeezed her thighs, and his gaze stayed hooked to her beautiful face as her head thrashed on the pillow and her fingernails dug into the sheets. Her hips lifted higher to his mouth, and his heart beat faster as she surrendered her body to his greedy mouth, jerking in sweet submission.
“God!” She juddered pathetically beneath his mouth, and he continued flicking his tongue against her clit until she was at the peak, and then he plunged his tongue into her body.
She jerked, her hands pushing through his hair, tugging at handfuls. Her body raced with shudders of euphoria, and she groaned and whined until it receded. Panting, she slowly opened her eyes as his mouth retraced the path back up her body.
His lips covered hers. “You taste so damn good, Hart.” The words were muffled against her lips.
Her cheeks flushed, she shoved at his shoulders and climbed atop his stomach, straddling his waist. She waited, her breasts crushed between her arms as he smiled slowly and placed his hands beneath his head to support it. Then he watched her boldly, ravenously, his eyes burning with searing need as they traveled over her breasts and waist and hands, before returning to her face.
“Like what you see?”
“Love what I see,” he said with half a smile.
Her smile faded and she leaned down to cover his mouth with her parted lips. She dragged her hands over his chest, stroking his muscles, her insides turning to jelly at the beauty of him. He was huge beneath her, his shoulders wide. Even when he wasn’t dominating her with his body above hers, he still managed to make her feel tiny and fragile and taken care of. She warmed from the inside out, her toes still twisted in the aftermath of her orgasm. She dragged her body lower, and her mouth traipsed down his chest to his navel, where she licked along the contours of his abdominal muscles and then continued lower.
“Whoa, slow down.” He grabbed her head as it hurried down to his shaft. She ignored him and flicked her tongue out to lick the very root of his shaft.
“Damn.” His thighs taut, his eyes on her descending head, he held up handfuls of her thick hair as her face tilted. He watched her small hands slide along the length of his shaft, and his abs tautened in response.
She stroked his manhood, her fingertips tracing the swollen veins lining his shaft in an exciting, heart-stopping pattern. The thick girth of it was generous, the length almost too long, and her tongue slid along the thickest vein before she covered the head of his shaft with her parted lips.
Her mouth tightened around the rubbery head, before she let it pop out. One flick of her tongue against the head and he groaned aloud. His hips jerked in response, and she slid her tongue gluttonously atop the tiny hole in the head of his shaft.
The tangy taste of his precum filled her mouth, coating her tongue. She panted, sucking it harder, wanting more. She squeezed the very root of his shaft and sucked at the head. His groan was loud in her ears as she was rewarded with another hot gush of hot precum.
Gerard panted as his thighs relaxed, and he stroked her head while it bobbed on his manhood. Her tongue slid down the length of his shaft, down to his balls. When her lips covered the sac, he jerked out of her hold.
Hartford reeled from the swiftness and strength of him. She was slammed onto her back on the soft mattress, and he was above her again, holding his shaft from the base as he glided the head along the slit of her body.
“Get inside me.” The wide head popped inside her, stretching her, making her throat tighten up.
“You’re drenched.” He dragged out and pushed in again, deeper this time.
Her thighs shivered and she spread them wider as she willed her body to make room for his massive shaft. He thrust in again, pulling out all the way, then diving in deeper. He was used to taking it slow with her.
“Get inside me already.” She lifted her hips, wanting to feel the burn that came from his body stretching her insides to the max, the ache that throbbed for long seconds as the head of his manhood landed too deep inside her.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said calmly, his shoulders strained from the effort of holding back. The veins swollen in his forehand and neck, he took his time easing his way inside her body. When he was finally deep, he slid his hands over her palms, interlacing his fingers with hers. He clenched her hands tightly as he bent his knees on either side of her hips.
“Look at me, Hartford.” He let her beautiful name roll off his lips.
Hartford opened her eyes and cried out. He slammed inside her, his balls pushing against the curve of her ass as he buried himself balls deep.
“Damn, you’re so tight.”
“Gerard…” Her fingers tautened against his entwined ones, and she gasped again as he slammed up in her. Her body slid slightly higher on the mattress, and she cried out with every powerful thrust of his body, ogling his wide shoulders and budging muscles. She looked down to where his abdomen crushed hers, their skin a stark contrast, her dark African American complexion making his tanned torso gleam beautifully. Lifting her thighs higher, she hooked them over his hips, once again taken aback by the beauty of their bodies joined together, limbs entwined.
Gasping as he slowed his thrusts, his mouth lowering to her swaying breasts, he sucked on a nipple while his lower body continued to plunge faster, in shorter thrusts. A cry escaped her lips with every land of his shaft in her core. She yanked her hands free from his grasp and clutched his shoulders, then his biceps, the bulging muscles her weakness. She stroked them lovingly, then was forced to dig
her fingers into the bulge as Gerard’s hips pumped faster and deeper.
“Hartford, baby.” He slammed inside her, circling his hips, the root of his shaft grinding her clit again and again. She came, whining and juddering, her skin covered with a sheen of sweat. Her insides suckled at his shaft, and he clenched his teeth to keep from cumming.
He dragged out quickly and turned her to her side, spooning her body. One arm over her breasts, he hooked her leg over his body and pushed his shaft up inside her from behind. His pelvis slammed against her hips, and she whined, jolted forward by the force of his lunge. He dragged her hips closer, winding an arm around her lower waist, and twisted her face sideways to seize her mouth.
His thrusts deep, landing brutally against her, she let him make love to her in the punitive, hurried, greedy way she loved. It was as if he could never have enough of her, as if he were straining and he’d die if he didn’t have every inch of her right then and there. She clutched his arm tighter when he released her mouth and bit her shoulder. Grunting, pinning her with an animalistic bite, he shuddered and spilled his cum inside her.
The hot spurts seared her insides. She pushed her hips back in need, wanting to keep him inside. When he was finally emptied of his lust, he pulled his shaft out of her wetly and drew her over his chest.
His chest was rising and falling in rapid breathing, while she closed her eyes and reveled in the sound of his heart beating. His fingers pushed through her hair to stroke her scalp.
They waited until their breaths calmed, and then Gerard glanced down at her face. “I love you, Hart.”
“I love you more.”
“Promise me you’ll stay with me forever,” he whispered in her ear.
Hartford opened her mouth to speak but shut it. Her fears came back to haunt her with glaring reality: Gerard a football pro in Seattle, while she studied day and night in Baltimore. She pushed her face into his chest and hugged him with all the questions and worries in her heart.
“I promise I’m all yours,” she said instead.
She had to be practical. She had to prepare herself for the unthinkable. She couldn’t control the distance and the estrangement, but she had full command over her feelings. For as long as she lived, she would always be Gerard’s girl, even though she was terrified that the long-distance relationship would break them apart.
Chapter Two
Hartford sat on the edge of her bed, in the small apartment she shared with two friends. She stared at the door, her heart beating in palpitating, uneven rhythms. She clutched the test between her fingers, not glancing at it again. It was the third pregnancy test she’d taken that morning, and nothing was going to change the fact that she was indeed pregnant.
The first thought she had was her residency at John Hopkins. The second was Gerard’s career in football that was just getting started. Then it hit her. Gerard wouldn’t be around. She lay back on the bed, the pregnancy test dropping to the floor as she turned to her side, and a soft whimpering sound left her mouth. She clenched her eyes shut.
Pregnant. A baby. Gerard’s baby.
Warmth seeped through her, and she scrambled onto her feet, kicking off her sleep shorts and pulling on the pair of denim shorts she’d taken off last night. Her germaphobe self was dying a little in that moment; they was supposed to go into the laundry, but she couldn’t be bothered finding something else to wear. She grabbed her bag and cell phone, then yanked her bedroom door open.
Her roommate Christy stood right on the other side, her hand lifted to knock. She smiled widely. “I was just going to…”
“I can’t talk right now. Have to see Gerard.”
Christy’s smile faded. “Are you okay?”
Hartford’s heart skipped a beat, and she avoided meeting her best friend’s gaze. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” She was not ready to talk about it, not to anyone but Gerard.
“You look pale.”
Hartford belatedly remembered the pregnancy test on the floor of her bedroom, and she silently turned to lock the door. For the first time ever.
Christy stared at Hartford expressionlessly, and Hartford ignored her, heading to the door. “I’ll talk to you later.”
Hartford found Gerard where she expected to find him. At his apartment, in his bed, fast asleep. She sat on the edge of his bed as he lay on his stomach, oblivious to the world. He had always been a deep sleeper, and she watched him as if seeing him for the first time. He was still inside her, a part of him growing, attached to her in the most intimate way possible. His baby was inside her.
“Gerard?”
He didn’t even flinch. With his lips parted, he breathed softly in the way she knew all too well. His biceps bulging, his back adorned with muscles as his naked torso lay uncovered.
She touched her fingers to his shoulder, and still he didn’t move. “Gerard?” she said agitatedly, almost a sob, and his eyes finally opened. He shifted back, groaning, rubbing his eye.
“Hi…” Smiling devilishly, he grabbed her arm and dragged her closer.
She didn’t budge. “I can’t.”
“Of course you can.” He pulled her hand underneath the sheets. His morning boner was hard and pulsating. She snatched her hand away.
“Please get up. I need to talk to you.”
The urgency in her voice made all remnants of sleep and arousal vanish from his mind. He sat up and paused as she lowered her eyes. She was pale, and her eyes were wide and frightened.
“What happened?” Adrenaline rushed through his bloodstream. “Hart, what happened?” he repeated when she didn’t say anything.
She met his eyes, her head spinning in wild circles that started at being pregnant and ended at being pregnant.
Gerard clutched her shoulders and shook her lightly. “You’re scaring the crap out of me. Are you all right?”
Her tears broke free, and she sniffled. “Gerard… I…” But she couldn’t say the words. Her beloved medical school that would drain her physically and emotionally. His football career. All hung in the air waiting for her words and her decision and her plans.
“Dammit.” He grabbed the bottle of water off his bedside table and handed it to her. When she made no attempt to take it, he lifted the bottle to her mouth. “Drink it, just have a sip. Tell me what’s wrong.” He clasped her hands and then took her chin, lifting it up.
“I don’t know how to say this.”
“You know you can tell me anything, babe.”
“I was… my period is late.”
Gerard froze, then exhaled sharply. “That’s all right. It has been late before. And you freak out for no reason. That’s normal. You’re on birth control anyway.”
She shook her head, miserable. “Gerard, I took three pregnancy tests this morning.”
Gerard’s eyes widened, and his heart plummeted to the ground. “And?”
She shook her head. “Gerard, they were positive.”
“Jesus Christ.” Gerard let go of her hand and shot out of bed, pushing his hands through his hair as he paced the width of the room. “Fucking Jesus.”
Hartford burst into tears. Something wasn’t right. She had come here to be held and be told that it was okay. But he wasn’t even touching her. He’s in shock. Give him time to deal with it. You had time to deal with it, didn’t you?
She sniffled and clutched the edge of the bed, feeling like an alien body was inside her lower belly. It was just this nervous knot of tension. Of course she didn’t feel anything, but she felt it there, because it was real and it was alive.
Gerard stopped pacing, and his hands rested on top of his head while his heart raced. He stared at the tall girl he’d loved for four years, at the obvious dejection that was in her body, her shoulders slumped. Her face was twisted in panic; she looked like anyone but Hartford.
He stalked closer instinctively and yanked her head to his stomach, crushing her into him. “It’s going to be okay. We’ll figure something out.”
Hartford’s heart melted, and t
he tension in her navel unraveled instantly. She wound her arms around his waist as the tears flowed, and she sobbed brokenly against his bare stomach. “Gerard…”
He released her after long minutes and kneeled on the floor at her feet. “How did it happen? How could you even…”
The panic was evident on his face as he trailed off. “I called my doctor. She asked if I had been taking any meds during the last three weeks, and I had. I had a sore throat and I had been prescribed some meds, and—”
“Shit. Shit.” He hissed louder and Hartford jumped at the sound. But he was there, and that was all that mattered.
Gerard slowly pulled away. The reality of what had happened, the consequences and repercussions, the strangling responsibility of the thing, was making him very claustrophobic. Up until that very moment, he’d still been half-asleep and half-coherent, and it was only now that it all was sinking in. His eyes wide, he gaped at Hartford as she sat there, watching him weirdly.
Hartford froze as he mumbled something and stepped away, turning toward the door and walking out of the bedroom. She waited, her heart beating erratically, feeling lonely and helpless. She hated the feeling; it wasn’t her. But she was emotionally tattered in that moment. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was twenty-one years old; she wasn’t supposed to be pregnant and having babies. She had her whole life ahead of her. She had at least seven to eight long years of education to look forward to… and a career. Children? She hadn’t even thought they would be a part of her life until she was in her thirties.
She jumped as Gerard walked right back in. He was still mumbling something. She panicked. “Gerard?”
“It’s okay,” he said, nodding to himself. Not even glancing at her. His eyes were fixed to a spot on the floor. Then he shook his head. “No.” His eyes met hers. “No, Hartford.”
Hartford’s limbs tightened at the crazed, wild look in his eyes.
“I have plans!”