The Roommate's Baby

by Penny Wylder

  I groan and arch against him. He just keeps going, spearing his tongue deeper and deeper, until he curls it to circle along each of my inner walls in turn. Finally, he flattens out his tongue and starts to thrust in and out of me, all the while cupping my ass with his hands to hold my pussy against his face.

  The view, I have to say, makes this even sexier, as I watch him eagerly, hungrily eat me out. I reach down to run my hands through his hair, gripping tighter every time he glides that tongue over a particularly sensitive spot. But whenever I start to buck, rising toward a peak, he slows down, grinning, and those dark eyes of his where they catch mine say not yet.

  He takes his time. Enjoys taunting and teasing me, working me up to a frenzy and then slowing down to leave me aching with desire.

  Finally, I can't take it anymore. "Cannon, I need to come."

  He chuckles faintly against my pussy, and the vibration makes me twist against him again, gasping. "Ask nicely," he says, before returning to licking my pussy in slow strokes.

  "Please," I gasp. "Please, make me come."

  "Beg me," he whispers, and his hot breath on my soaked pussy makes me even hotter, more desperate to get what I want.

  "Please, Cannon. I need to come." My breath comes faster, as he starts to lick me a little faster, a little harder. But the moment I stop speaking, he stops again, and I groan through my gritted teeth in sheer frustration. "Please. Cannon. Make. Me. Fucking. Come."

  He smirks, and starts to lick again, faster this time, his tongue pressing harder against my clit every time he slides it out of me.

  "I love the way your tongue feels," I gasp, knowing that I need to keep talking to make him finish me. "I love feeling you eating me out, watching your face as you go down me..."

  He flicks his tongue harder, faster. It gets harder to talk, as my breath starts to come in gasps.

  "I... fuck... I can't... even think... when you... do that," I finish with a sigh as he finally flattens his tongue into a blade and starts to lick my clit directly, over and over, hard and fast.

  "Fuck," I pant, rising quickly toward the climax. "God, right there, Cannon..." My voice rises to a shout as I finish, and the orgasm hits me with the force of a tsunami. It washes through my body, through every single nerve ending, and I feel like I'm on fire. My vision flicks in and out for a moment, and my head falls back against the couch, my body shaking, my pussy twitching and convulsing as Cannon draws back to watch me.

  When I open my eyes again, I find him gazing down at me with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. "I fucking love making you do that," he murmurs. He slides my legs off his shoulders and lies down alongside me, grinning. "I love knowing the effect I have on you."

  "What, driving me crazy?" I lift my eyebrows, grin, and lean in to kiss him. I savor the taste of myself on his mouth. It gives me an idea. "Something like this?" I ask, levering myself up onto one elbow. Then, without waiting for a response, I begin to kiss my way down his chest. Over his pecs, his abs, toward the perfect V-cut of his groin.

  "Hmm. Maybe something like that," he murmurs in the back of his throat, and the sound makes me grin wickedly up at him, even as I push up to my feet. I extend a hand, and he accepts it, and I drag him up off the couch.

  "Stand against the door," I say, and grab a pillow from the couch at the same time.

  "You'll have to ask nicely," he replies, one eyebrow lifted as he watches me saunter over to grab the pillow and walk back. "Otherwise I'm liable to get ideas of my own. Ideas like grabbing you and dragging you into that bedroom right now..."

  I tsk, shaking my head, and plant a finger over his lips to quiet him. "My turn first. Don't get greedy."

  His eyes flash, and for a moment I think he's going to ignore me and drag me into the bedroom anyway. But finally, he shakes his head with a sigh and leans back against the door, doing what I asked. "What am I going to do with you, Rina? So naughty."

  "I'm sure you'll think of something..." I comment as I position the pillow in front of him, then drop to my knees.

  I do the same thing he did to me. I take my time, licking and biting at his inner thighs before I even reach up to pull his cock out of his boxers.

  When he springs free, I sigh all over again in appreciation. He truly has a perfect dick. I trace it with both hands, lightly, barely even grazing him with my fingertips as I take my time, sliding my head between his legs to lick and suck at his balls. I suck one into my mouth at a time, rolling it along my tongue, then slide over to the next to repeat the motion.

  "Fuck, Rina," he murmurs. "You have such a talented dirty mouth..."

  All the while, I keep stroking him, tightening my grip with each stroke, until I'm finally actually gripping his cock between my hands.

  "That's right. Take my cock into your mouth, Rina," he groans.

  I press my lips to his spongy tip, feeling and tasting the drops of precum that have already gathered there, savoring this hint of his flavor. I slowly let him pierce my mouth, pushing him deeper inch by inch. I feel his hands slide into my hair and tighten, and I grin around him as I keep going. By now, I've learned that I can take him all the way into my throat—a feat that I have to admit I'm proud of. I never knew I could do that before.

  There are a lot of things I never knew I could do before I met Cannon.

  "Fuck yes," he moans.

  When the tip of his cock touches the back of my throat, I suck in a deep breath and relax my jaw, continue pressing forward until I feel him slide past my resistance. I groan a little as he slides into my throat, and he does, his groan deep and guttural, makes my belly tighten with want. Because I want to hear him groan like that again. I want to make him lose control the same way I did.

  I pull back, and start to rock back and forth in front of him, on my knees, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. All the while, I work his balls with my hands, tugging them gently away from his body until he moans again.

  "Keep up this teasing," he murmurs, his voice half-joking, half-serious, "And I won't be to blame for what I do to you afterward..."

  I grin up at him, my mouth curling around his cock. I hope he can read what the expression in my eyes says right now. I hope that's a promise.

  He grins down at me, and tightens his fists in my hair, starting to move my head back and forth according to his pace, beginning to resume control.

  I let him, rocking back and forth in front of him, breathing in his scent and swirling my tongue along the underside of his cock with every stroke. But then his hands still, and he tries to stop me. I mewl in protest and tighten my lips around him, trying to keep moving.

  "Do that," he says through gritted teeth, "and I won't be able to try to put a baby in you tonight."

  I pause, halfway through sliding his cock back between my lips again. I glance up at him, eyebrows rising.

  "You still want a baby, don't you? And we still don't know if you're pregnant, but you're ovulating now, so..." He lifts an eyebrow.

  I can't help it. Much as I want to continue tormenting him right now, I see his point. I release his cock, pull back to laugh faintly. "I didn't know you still wanted to..."

  "To try? Rina." He reaches down to cup my chin in one hand. Using that, he gently draws me back to my feet until I'm standing in front of him, his thick, erect cock between us. When he pulls me in to kiss him, his cock presses against my stomach, still wet from my mouth. "I told you," he says when we break apart again, just a breath apart, "I want all of this. I want you, I want you to achieve what you want, and... I want this baby too. I want to make a baby." He rests a hand on my stomach. "With you."

  I swallow hard. Part of me is still convinced this must be some kind of fever dream. Tomorrow I'll wake up and everything will be back to normal. But if it's not, if this really is happening... Then hell. I'm going to make the most of it.

  I curl my fingers through his where they rest on my stomach. "Okay," I murmur. "If you're sure you still want this, Cannon, then do it." I lift my chin and grin up at him.
"Put a baby in me."

  16

  Cannon

  I cradle Rina in my arms, still not quite able to process how the last night has changed my life. The last few weeks, really. Ever since the moment Rina came home from that clinic crying hysterically and I asked her what on earth was wrong.

  I owe that crazy dude who showed up at the fertility clinic, honestly. Who knows? Without him, maybe I never would have even known what Rina was doing. She would have just moved out as soon as some stranger impregnated her, and I never would have known that she was it.

  She was the answer for me. She's the one girl who's able to make me feel for her. She's the solution to a problem I didn't even know I had.

  Now, Rina shifts against me, but I tighten my grip. "Don't move," I murmur. "Not yet."

  I'm still deep inside her, where I finished while I gripped her hips and directed her atop me, loving the sight of her riding me as I controlled her movements, pinned her right where I wanted to finish inside her.

  She leans up to grin down at me, a sly smile on her face. "Not ready to pull out yet, Cannon?"

  I smirk back at her. "I read that this can help the baby making." I shrug one shoulder.

  Her eyes widen, only for a moment. "You read up on that?"

  I shrug again. "I know how much you want this, so... Yes. I want to do this."

  She sighs and leans back down along my chest, hair a tangled mess from all the fucking. I love it that way, though. I smooth it back from her forehead and plant a kiss between her eyes. "How did we never realize that we were so compatible before?" she murmurs into my chest. "Now that we're here..."

  "It seems impossible that we never saw this before?" I finish for her, lifting a brow. I chuckle softly and tighten my arms around her. "Well, I was always attracted to you—"

  "What?" She leans up again, startled. "You were?"

  "Of course, Rina. You're hot as hell." I smirk, and grip her hips, her waist. "But I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I thought that if we slept together, I'd lose interest, the way I normally do with other girls. And besides, it would have complicated things."

  "Well, things are well and truly complex now," she laughs.

  "No regrets at all," I assure her. "Besides, turns out I was wrong."

  She lifts a brow. "About complications?"

  I shake my head. Then, without warning, I flip her around underneath me. All this having her sitting on top of me, my cock still deep inside her pussy, is starting to get me hard again already. Only Rina has that effect, I swear to God. "About losing interest. Turns out, fucking you just makes me want to fuck you more. Again, and again, and again..." I smooth her hair back again, then lean in and begin to kiss her neck, nipping gently at her skin.

  She gasps and wraps her legs around my waist, arching up against me. That motion definitely sends a pulse of feeling straight to my cock. I can feel the blood begin to pump toward it again, starting to grow hard once more.

  She moans a little, and that sound definitely helps. I pin her under me and run my hands over her perfect body, trace the curves that I've already got memorized, but which I want to retrace again and again, every day if I can. "Have I ever told you how sexy you are?" I murmur into the crook of her neck.

  She laughs breathily against my cheek. "You may have mentioned it once or twice..."

  "Hmm. Well that doesn't sound like nearly enough times."

  She wriggles again, and purposefully clenches her pussy, which makes me grin down at her, as my shaft grows still harder inside her. I start to rock my hips, just a little, letting the pressure build more.

  "You," I tell her, leaning down to kiss her neck. "Are." I kiss her shoulder. "Gorgeous." I kiss her chest, now her nipple, and suck it into my mouth, my tongue swirling around her nipple, my other hand cupping her other breast as I lick and suck at her. She gasps and wriggles beneath me, and finally, I'm hard enough to slide my hands down to her ass, grip her tightly and start to thrust in and out of her in earnest, building speed as her faint little breathy moans urge me on.

  "Haven't had enough of me yet?" Rina comments, as she tightens her legs around me and grips my shoulders to brace herself, her hips beginning to move in time with my own.

  "Never," I promise. Because that's true. I will never get enough of this woman.

  17

  Cannon

  It's been two months. Two months of bliss. Two months of having Rina whenever and wherever I want her. Two months of officially dating—or at least, not hiding it around our coworkers anymore, who picked up on what was going on within about ten minutes of us deciding to let ourselves act normally around each other at the office. It's hard to disguise vibes like ours.

  Chris and Lacy have gone official too, and we've been on more than a few double dates where we poke fun at each other for falling into the same situation at the same time.

  The only problem, the only dark spot on our otherwise bright futures, are the negative pregnancy tests that have popped up for the last couple months. Rina's doctor has reassured her that this is completely normal, and there's no cause for concern yet, and besides, it's not like we aren't having fun trying. But I just hope things happen sooner than later, for Rina's sake. Watching her growing concern every time another test returns with the same results just makes me want to sweep her off her feet, back into the safe little haven of our bedroom, and distract her from the pain. I want to protect her from any disappointment, want to give her all the goals she wants.

  And, admittedly, I want this baby too. I always thought about being a father in an abstract kind of way—something that I'd like to do one day. But now, spurred on by Rina's single-minded, energetic pursuit of her goal, I've realized how badly I want it too. I want to start a family with this woman. I want to make a baby, the two of us. I want to make a baby with her.

  I have faith that it will happen. But, dammit, I wish it would already.

  In the meantime, at least we have one another to enjoy. And that we do, spending night after night curled on our couch catching up on our shows—or, more often, distracting each other from them. Occasionally we hit the town with friends, and some nights we do get stuck late in the office toiling away. But at the end of the day, no matter how it goes, no matter what else happens at work or with friends and family, we always have one another to turn to at the end of it all.

  That, I now realize, is worth so much to me. More than I ever anticipated.

  Who knew that I of all people would turn out to enjoy relationships? Me, Mr. No Strings Attached.

  Then along comes just another normal Tuesday at work. Like usual, I make coffee for us both, since we've long since decided that whoever wakes up first has that duty. I leave Rina sleeping at home, because she looked so sweet curled on her side, eyes shut, breath coming slow and steady, that I couldn't bring myself to wake her. She doesn't have any morning meetings today, anyway, not like me, so I don't feel too bad about setting her alarm back a few extra minutes before I head out.

  In the office, I bury myself in the pile of emails that built up over the weekend, which I only made partial headway on yesterday, since I ducked out early. Monday night has become unofficial binge-TV and marathon-sex night, and hell if some overdue emails were going to make me miss out on that time with Rina.

  But now, I have to face the music. I sigh under my breath and delve in, ready to settle down and work my ass off for the full day.

  Unfortunately, though, I only make it through about half of the emails, almost to lunchtime, when my phone buzzes with a message that's destined to make me forget about all of this. Forget about anything at work, because it has my mind shooting in panic toward other things.

  We need to talk.

  From Rina.

  My stomach sinks. I push up out of my chair to scan the office, wondering if she's pranking me by any chance, sending an ominous message like that to see how I'll react. But I can't see her anywhere. Her computer is on, so she must be here somewhere, but not anywhere in sight. I put min
e to sleep and do a quick walk-through. Not in the kitchen or the break room.

  Finally, I respond to her message.

  Where and when?

  Her reply comes almost instantly, and I nearly break the phone swiping it open to read.

  Rooftop. Now.

  The sinking sensation in my stomach increases. On my way, I text. Then I practically sprint for the elevators, my mind whirring. The rooftop is where the smokers hang out. But neither Rina nor I smoke, so I can't remember the last time I've been up on the office roof. What could she possibly want to talk to me about up there? And what could it be that prompted her to text me in the middle of the workday, unable to wait a second longer?

  I hope everything is okay.

  I hope she isn't sick of me already. Four months, which is how long it's been since we first began to hook up, doing our stupid NSA thing at first, that's a long time for both of us to be with the same person. Neither of us have been in a relationship that long that went well. I wonder if she's having second thoughts about it now. Wishing we'd never broken our NSA plan.

  Just the thought of that makes me feel wild. Crazy with jealousy, fear. I can't imagine not being with Rina. I cannot picture my life without her in it.

  But when the elevator reaches the top floor and opens up onto the rooftop, I realize I might need to. Because through the glass that leads out to the open air portion of the roof, I can see her already, with one hand over her mouth, her eyes full of tears, even as she turns to catch my gaze through the glass.

  I practically sprint through the door to reach her. The moment I do, I pull her into my arms, holding on tight. "Talk to me," I whisper, cradling her against me.

  She inhales a deep, shaky breath, and I bend to kiss the top of her head.

  "Whatever it is, tell me about it," I say. "We can figure it out. Together."