by Tia Siren
“Which is exactly why we can’t have a baby together. It would be together. I don’t want to share my baby. I want it to be mine. I don’t want the baby to be a burden or something that ties anyone down,” I explained.
He shook his head. “You’re imposing someone else’s issues on me. I’m not like that.”
I groaned in frustration. “Maybe you aren’t. Maybe you are. Have you ever gotten anyone pregnant before?”
“No!”
“Then you can’t know how you will respond. I don’t want to put that kind of responsibility on anyone. We don’t even know if we are compatible. I certainly don’t want to try to co-parent with someone who doesn’t share my values and beliefs.”
“It isn’t like we couldn’t talk about this stuff. Lara, you have to know there are some risks of you having multiples with the hormone therapy and the insemination process. Are you ready for two, three, or even more babies at once?”
I tried not to flinch, but hearing him say it was a little alarming. “I know the risks.”
“Do you? I think you are so desperate for a child, you are overlooking some of the facts about the choice you have made. I’m not saying not to do it, but I am saying you need to be sure.”
“I don’t want a baby with you, Mason. I want to keep this part of my life separate from the other,” I explained.
He looked at me as if I had slammed my head into a wall. “Really? You don’t think this part of your life has anything to do with the other part of your life?” He gestured between our two lower bodies.
“You know what I mean!”
He gave me that same irresistible grin. “I don’t think I do, because this part of my body,” he said, cupping his dick through his jeans, “could make this part of you pregnant.” He reached out and placed his hands between my legs. “I wouldn’t mind a bit helping you. I could be excellent help.”
The man was persuasive, but I had thought long and hard about this and knew what I wanted. “I can’t,” I whispered. “I like this”—I reached out and grabbed his dick, causing him to moan low in his throat—“but I don’t want to ruin it by having something go wrong between us.”
He stared at me, those eyes reaching into my very soul. “Fine. The offer still stands if you change your mind, Lara.”
“Thank you.”
He walked to the door. I took his still full glass of wine and gave him a quick kiss before he left. “Good night,” he said and walked away.
I locked the door behind him, took the full glasses to the kitchen, and poured the wine down drain. Later in bed, I lay wide awake, wondering how in the world my life had gotten so strange.
I’d had sex with an extremely attractive man who asked to impregnate me. I’d told him no because I preferred a random stranger to get me pregnant instead so I never had to know the father of my child. Totally normal.
Chapter 18
Mason
I didn’t call Lara. I wasn’t sure I was supposed to. We’d left things on kind of a weird note. She wanted me, but she didn’t want me to be her baby daddy. The woman was complicated, but I could work with that. For now I would let her decide how this was all going to go. I didn’t want to push her and potentially scare her away.
She was scheduled to come in for another blood test today. It was a routine checkup, and I didn’t need to stop by the appointment, but I would hopefully see her.
“She’s getting ready to leave,” Junie said in a low voice as she passed me in the hall.
I didn’t have to ask who she was talking about. It was Lara. Junie had been needling me about her since she saw me drag her into that lounge last week. That had been a mistake.
“Thanks,” I murmured.
I saw the nurse leave the room where Lara’s checkup had taken place. I knocked on the door and let myself in. She looked up from the paperwork she was reading.
“Hi,” I greeted her.
“Hi. Is this an official visit or one of those visits where you ask me out?”
I smiled. “Consider it professional courtesy. I’m checking on a patient. That’s all. So, how’s everything going?”
She shrugged. “We’ll see what the tests show. My uterus hasn’t been very hospitable. Hopefully it’s had a change of heart and will be a little friendlier.”
I laughed. “Good way to think of it.”
She looked at me, and things suddenly got awkward.
“Busy tonight?” I asked and knew right away I had crossed her line. Here we go.
“I’m a patient. Nothing more,” she said, standing and heading for the door.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t sure what was allowed and what wasn’t,” I said, holding my hands up in a proclamation of innocence.
“It’s fine. I need to be going. It was good to see you, Dr. Chambers.”
She left the room, and I stood there staring at the door. I had fucked up again. I would have to ignore her the next time she came into the office. That seemed to be the safest option.
I headed into the hall to find Junie looking at me. “What?”
“Again?” she said. “You have no game,” she muttered.
The words were a little strange coming from a woman who was old enough to be my mother.
“Thanks. Want to grab some lunch and then you can lecture me and tell me how little game I have?”
She chuckled. “If you’re buying, sure.”
“It’s a date. I’ll see you in about twenty minutes. We can head across the street and get a big, fat, greasy burger.”
“I’ll be ready.”
My phone vibrated in my coat pocket. I pulled it out and saw there was a text message. I quickly unlocked the screen and grinned when I realized it was from Lara.
See you tonight?
I was half-tempted to show the message to Junie to prove I hadn’t been a complete failure.
Seven?
Pick me up at my place.
I immediately felt better. I needed to learn her rules. She wanted me, but not in the office. Got it. I could do that. I went into the next room to meet with a new patient. Then it was off to lunch with Junie.
She was a lot like my mom and had provided me with a lot of advice over the years—some solicited, some not so much, but it never stopped her from giving it anyway.
“Burger?” I asked her when we sat at our usual table in the diner.
“You know it.” She grinned.
The waitress knew us well and quickly came by to get our order, knowing we had a limited lunch hour. The practice was busy. I didn’t think it was right for me to spend an hour or two at lunch when I could be helping one more family fulfill their dreams of having a child.
“So,” she started. “Spill. Who’s Lara?”
“I told you, an old friend.”
She nodded. “And you are head over heels in love with the woman. Don’t you think that might be an ethics violation?”
I shrugged. “She doesn’t think so, and I keep it professional at the office.”
She smiled. “I’m happy for you. She’s a beautiful woman, and the few times I have talked to her, I like her. I can tell you care deeply for her. Your eyes give you away every time.”
“Really?”
She nodded. Our plates were delivered, and we quickly scarfed down our lunch. We talked casually while we ate. She had said her piece, and I was happy to have her acceptance and advice this time. We finished our meals and walked back across the street to the office. At the end of the day, I left and headed down the street to a gym I had passed earlier. With the whole Sally business, I needed a new gym. I was never stepping foot in the other one.
I signed up for a new membership and took advantage of the huge indoor pool they had. It felt good to get back in the water. I showered in the locker room and quickly headed to Lara’s house. I was right on time.
When she opened the door, she was wearing a short silk robe. I checked my watch to make sure I wasn’t early. She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. Then she dropped t
he robe to reveal her nude body.
Her hands were all over me as she pressed her naked body against my fully-clothed one. It took me about four seconds to strip off my pants, with her help. I didn’t even bother with my shirt. It could stay on. I grabbed her and kissed her, forcing her mouth open with my tongue. She opened wide and I plunged in. My hand moved between her legs, where I discovered she was already wet.
“Damn, Lara. You’re so wet.” I moaned against her neck as I lavished the area with kisses. I wanted to lick every part of her. She had her hand wrapped around my dick and was ruthlessly squeezing and tugging. I could feel her need and decided I would have to lick her body another time.
Right now she wanted to be fucked, and I was not about to deny her. She led me by my cock down a short hall to her bedroom. A huge four-poster bed was against one wall. I followed, kissing her as she stroked my cock, switching between hard and soft tugs as she walked to the bed.
She turned, pushing me against the bed. My legs hit the mattress, and I sat down. She growled and pushed me over so I ended up flat on my back. With her straddling me, I managed to scoot back far enough on the bed to give her space to put her knees on the bed. Without warning, she sat down on my dick. She was already primed and needed no help from me.
“Fuck.” I groaned out loud. Her pussy was so hot and wet. I could die a happy man just as I was, buried deep inside her.
Her hips rolled forward, taking me in further before she pushed back, her ass pushing over my thighs. She sat up straight and forced her hips down even lower, taking me in that last few centimeters. I was buried to the hilt. She stole my breath away. Neither one of us moved. It felt too good as we were.
I reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them gently at first until she started to move back and forth with deliberate motions. Her breasts thrust out and her head dropped back. Her hair trailed over my legs, creating a soft butterfly feel that was a complete contradiction to the hot, wet pussy that was squeezing my dick.
“You’re so hot. I could fuck you all day,” I moaned.
She rolled her head back and forth. I tweaked her nipples before moving my hands to her hips, preparing to take control of the pace.
“Do you want to come?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she begged, her hands falling forward and landing on my chest.
Her hips started to move back and forth faster and faster. I could feel the heat and knew she was close. I used my hands to rock her fast over me, bringing her to a frenzy.
“Mason.” She moaned out the word on a long, low breath.
I put my thumb between us and reached up a fraction to touch that little nub. I pressed against it, making small, slow circles, and felt her come almost instantly.
She keened and moaned softly through her orgasm. I grabbed hold of her hips and pistoned up and deep inside her. I kept moving, holding on tight as her pussy gripped and massaged my dick. Her body convulsed over mine, and a sheen of sweat broke out over my body. I wanted to hold out and fuck her all night, but she was too delicious.
“Fuck!” I shouted as my own orgasm started low and slow and then rocketed through my body, driving me harder inside her.
Her body collapsed against my chest. My dick twitched inside her each time her tight pussy spasmed around me. Her breath came fast as she lay against my chest. My shirt was definitely going to be wrinkled now.
She rolled to the side and sat up on the bed. “I couldn’t wait,” she said with a grin.
“I noticed. You could have called me to come over sooner. I would have happily obliged.”
“Waiting is good for a person. It teaches patience I hear,” she said with a smile.
I rolled to my side and traced a finger over her thigh. “I don’t want to learn patience. You don’t have to learn patience either. You say the word, and I will drop everything and get to you in a hurry.”
That pulled a giggle from her. “Somehow, I think I believe you.”
“Not only for sex,” I said, pretending to be offended. “I will always be here for you. Sex will probably get me here a lot faster though,” I added, wanting to keep the mood light.
I didn’t want to get into the baby conversation again. That had been a real mood killer last time.
“I was looking forward to dinner, and then I started to get dressed, and I realized I was looking forward to something else even more.”
“I didn’t know I could look forward to sex. I’m glad I didn’t know it was a possibility. I would have been hanging around outside your door for hours waiting to be let inside.”
“I didn’t ask you to take me out for sex alone. It was one of those spur-of-the-moment ideas, but now that we got that out of the way, I’m hungry.”
“You’re going to need to get some clothes on. I should probably wear pants,” I teased.
She looked down at my limp dick and smiled. With her looking at me like that, I started to grow hard.
Lara laughed. “Down, big boy. I thought we could order something in. Then we can eat naked.”
I raised one eyebrow. “If you stay naked, only one of us is going to be eating,” I said, looking pointedly at her pussy.
She grew flushed with what I could tell was a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. “Maybe after dinner. I’m starving.”
I shrugged my shoulder. “Or I could just have an appetizer.”
She got off the bed and walked to the doorway. “Chinese sound good?”
I barely heard the words. My attention was fixed on her nude body on full display. I loved that she felt no shame walking around naked.
“Mason?”
I blinked and looked up at her face. “What?”
That knowing smile that said she knew exactly what I had been focused on was all she was wearing. “Chinese?”
“Fine. Order and then get your ass back in here. We’ll have a few minutes before dinner shows up.”
Chapter 19
Lara
I walked to the front door where my robe was pooled on the floor and quickly put it on before grabbing my phone out of my purse. When I had started to get dressed for the night, I had fully intended on dinner and then maybe a nightcap at home. Then I started thinking about Mason and sex and the next thing I knew I was naked, wanting and waiting.
I pulled up the food app on my phone and quickly placed an order, paying for it with the click of a button. I wasn’t sure what he liked, but I had a feeling he was going to need lots of food to keep up with me tonight. He made me extremely horny. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him. Even now, I was craving his touch, his taste, and, most importantly, that lovely cock.
I walked back into my bedroom to find him wearing his boxers and nothing else.
“You got dressed.” I pouted. “You’re supposed to be naked.”
He grinned. “I didn’t want to eat Chinese food with my dick hanging out. A pair of boxers is easy enough to work around. Besides, you have a robe on.”
I smiled, untied the belt, and let it fall to the floor. His gaze traveled over my body. I ran a hand over my stomach and up to my breasts, which I cupped, thrusting them up and out.
“Naked looks very good on you. Come here and let me have my snack. I’m famished,” he growled.
I stood there shaking my head. “Ladies first.”
His eyes turned a darker shade of green as he stared at me. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, which was about perfect for what I had planned. There was only one problem.
“Stand up,” I ordered.
He did as instructed, and I quickly pulled his boxer briefs down his legs. His hard dick sprang forward.
“Sit.”
He sat, and I moved forward, my breasts in his face. He leaned forward and suckled. I stepped back. If I let him do that, I wasn’t going to get my snack. I dropped to my knees in front of him and found myself face to face with his dick. He grew harder the longer I stared. I was panting with anticipation of what I was about to do.
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I reached out and took him firmly in my hand, relishing the feel of all that hardness. I leaned forward and slowly licked a circle around the head. The silky smoothness of the tip was a strong contradiction to the hardness below.
With gentle laps, I covered the length of his dick before sucking his balls into my mouth.
“Lara,” he groaned above me.
His hands moved down to my back and then into my hair, his fingertips massaging my scalp. I wrapped my mouth around his dick and slid down until it was touching the back of my throat. I bobbed up and down, bringing my mouth to the tip before sliding back down. My hand worked his balls, massaging and kneading them.
“Lara.” His voice was strained. I could taste his seed on my tongue. I was ready to swallow him but didn’t get the chance.
His arms lifted me and pushed me back on the floor, and he was over top of me within seconds. He pounded into me with quick thrusts as he came.
The doorbell rang at almost the exact time he stopped moving. We both burst out laughing.
“Perfect timing,” I said, pushing him off me.
I grabbed my robe, tied the belt around my waist, and headed out to get our food. I wasn’t embarrassed by my dishevelment. I had a feeling delivery people saw this sort of thing quite often. Once the door was closed, Mason emerged from my room wearing only his boxers.
“I’ll grab some plates,” I said, putting the large paper bag on the table.
“Smells delicious.”
We quickly ate, both of us more interested in getting back into the bedroom for another round of sex.
It was late by the time we had gotten our fill of each other, and both of us were exhausted from the physical exercise.
“Stay?” I asked, not sure if I was being too forward.
“I’d like that,” he said, pulling the covers back and climbing into bed beside me.
I rolled to my side and he wrapped his body behind me, his arm thrown over me and holding me tight. I fell asleep almost instantly. The warmth and security of his body cradling mine was pure bliss. I could get used to the feeling.