by Tia Siren
“What if he just wants the baby, and he's just telling me he loves me?” I asked.
Erica's eyes widened. “Oh Paige,” she said. “He couldn't fake this, not the way I've seen it,” she said. “And it's okay to feel scared. When you feel scared, that's when you know it's real.”
“But what if it isn't real?” I asked. I knew I sounded like a crazy person. But I just couldn’t help it. These were the thoughts I had all the time. It was consuming me.
“Then you deal with that when you get to it, I guess,” Erica said, frowning at me as though she was trying to figure me out. She was quiet for a long moment. “I know the baby’s complicating all of this, but don't you think you're making things too difficult for yourself?” she asked softly. “It's okay if you just like someone, want to have a little fun, and see where it takes you.”
I blinked at her. “But doesn't it hurt when someone breaks up with you?” I asked. Then, I frowned. “But it doesn't for you, does it? You bounce back so easily. You're dating someone new the next night.”
Erica sighed. “Is that what you think?” she asked. “How many pints of ice cream, how many gallons of ice cream, have we worked our way through over the years?” When I didn't answer, she continued. “Of course, it hurts me, just like it hurts anyone,” she told me. “I'm not crazy. But I move past it, and I just keep figuring if it doesn't work out, then there must be someone better out there for me.”
“But what if there isn't?” I asked.
Erica grinned. “Then hopefully I never know it,” she said simply. “Hopefully I keep dating not-so-great guys until I kick the bucket. And if none of them stick, well. At least I'll have gotten a few free meals out of it.”
I stared at her for a long moment, startled enough that I quit crying. Then, I had to laugh. “You're crazy,” I told her fondly.
“And you're a great girl,” Erica said firmly. “If Michael can't see that, then fuck him. If he doesn't want to be around you and your baby, then fuck him. I'll be Auntie Erica, I'll spoil the squirt mercilessly, and every once in a while, we'll dump the kid on your mother for the day and have a spa day, just you and I.”
I smiled at her. “You're the best,” I said, feeling tears in the corners of my eyes again. We embraced, and then there was the sound of people coming into the bar. Our first customers of the evening had arrived.
“I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” I told her as they began to file in, making their way over to the bar. “Just five minutes.”
Erika nodded at me, and I headed toward the bathroom in the back of the bar. When I walked inside, I looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup had smeared some from the crying. I grabbed a paper towel, turned on the faucet at one of the four sinks, and got it wet. Then I gently wiped away the smeared eyeliner and mascara. I threw the paper towel in the trash can and gave myself a once over. I took a deep breath and headed back out to the bar.
The bar was now swarmed with people, and poor Erica was surrounded by crazy customers asking for drinks. I got back behind the bar and helped her start slinging drinks. The two of us worked so perfectly together. We had a good rhythm going and the tips were flowing.
After an hour of tossing drinks around and making sure our customers were satisfied, I saw him walk in. Michael. He was by himself and looking directly at me. If I wanted to run, I couldn’t. He’d already seen me. My breath caught in my throat. I was so nervous, and the overwhelming feelings came back.
I helped one more customer as Michael made his way over to the bar. He leaned against it and didn’t say anything at first. I swallowed hard. Getting ready for what he might have to say.
“Hey,” Michael said when he saw me. His eyes gave me the briefest once-over, and I was sure he must be disappointed in how I looked. After all, I was just wearing a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt. But then, he smiled at me and held out his hand encouragingly. “Come on, the limo's waiting for us,” he said. He looked over my shoulder and smiled at Erica, but his eyes quickly found their way back to mine. “I thought we could go back to my place, where we'll have some privacy.”
I looked at Erica. “Go ahead. I’ll call in Whitney,” she said.
For a wild moment, I almost wanted to insist that we have this out here, where Erica could supervise us. But then, I shook my head and let him lead me along. “All right,” I said.
We were silent until we reached Michael's apartment. He seemed at a loss as we entered the place, and I realized suddenly it was because he wanted to offer me a drink but remembered at the last second I was pregnant. “You can have a drink, if it would make you feel better,” I told him softly.
Michael gave me a surprised look, which rapidly turned sheepish. “I'm a little nervous,” he admitted, and something about the way that he said that made me feel better about this situation.
He poured a glass of wine for himself and a glass of water for me and then joined me on the sofa, overlooking the city.
“I'm sorry for how I've been acting,” I said, swishing the liquid around in the crystalline glass and watching the light refract in interesting ways. I sighed and turned my eyes towards him. “To be honest, you're the first guy I've ever really had feelings for. I don't know what to do.”
Michael stared at me for a long moment and then shook his head. “To be honest, Paige, that's exactly what I'm going through as well,” he said quietly. “You're the first woman I've ever said 'I love you' to. Actually, you're the first person I've ever said 'I love you' to and meant it. I'm just as nervous about this as you are.”
I couldn't help staring right back at him, wondering at his words. But it made sense when I thought about it. I'd seen him, after all: all those nights at The Shift when he went home with different girls. I knew that committing to one woman wasn't normal for him.
I started to wonder whether I could even trust him when he said that he was in love with me. But of course, I believed him. I could sense it in his actions. In how gentle and tender he was whenever we had sex. In the sincerity in his eyes, when he'd told me he loves me.
The thing was, I didn't even think he had meant to say it. It had accidentally slipped out that he loved me, and I had to believe there was truth in that.
And we were both feeling the same thing. I swallowed hard, realizing we had to work through this together. It was the first time that either of us felt this strongly about someone else. I had to trust we could work through this.
“I love you,” I said softly.
Michael stared at me for a moment, as though waiting for some caveat. But there was none. After a moment, he gave me a dazzling smile and then leaned in to kiss me. I immediately opened my mouth to him, letting him explore.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Michael
I felt Paige press herself into me as our tongues continued to move around each other. She wanted it just as bad as I did, if not more. My hands were on her head, and I moved them down to feel along her body. I let my hands explore, searching every inch of her. Her kissing turned needier, and I bent down and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, our mouths never stopping, and I carried her to my bedroom.
“I want you to have control,” I said to her as I set her back down on the ground. The thought of her being the one in control was so fucking hot. I wanted to see what she could do. What she might come up with. I wanted to see the look in her eye as she told me what to do.
She nodded her head and put her hand on my chest. She stepped toward me, pushing lightly so that I would scoot back toward the bed. I removed my shirt and laid back onto the bed, my head landing on a pillow.
Her hands went to my belt, and she undid it, followed by unzipping my pants. She grabbed the belt loops and started to pull my pants down. I lifted my hips off the bed toward her to help her some. She did the same thing with my boxers. Tossing both onto the floor somewhere. I didn’t really care where they went. Not with the hungry look that was in her eye.
She bit her lip and grabbed onto my hard, throbb
ing cock. It felt so good to have her hold it. She moved her hand, very slowly, up and down the length of me. Her grip, firm but not tight. Then I watched as she positioned herself between my legs. She licked her lips and then brought her mouth down to the tip of my cock. She put the head in her mouth and then slowly moved her head down, taking me farther and farther in.
She moved her head back, pulling me out of her mouth and flicked her tongue across the head of my dick. My cock twitched, and she did it again. Then she smiled at me, the eye contact was fucking sexy, and put my dick back in her mouth. This time, she didn’t pull out when it was inside of her mouth, instead, she moved her head so that she began to deep throat me.
She pulled her head back and grabbed my cock with her hand. I watched as she began to twist her hand around the shaft and then put just the head of my dick back into her mouth and she sucked.
“Oh fuck.” I moaned and placed my hands on the back of her head. I helped her move her mouth up and down on my cock. Swallowing it inch by inch.
I felt my cock hit the back of her throat over and over again. I was fucking her mouth just like I would fuck her pussy. The more I did it, the more I felt like I was going to fucking cum. Blow my load in her mouth and be done with everything. I didn’t want that. I wanted to fuck her first. I wanted to slide my cock inside of her warm, wet pussy and fuck her till she came at least twice.
That was my thing. At least twice. I always wanted to make sure she came more than once. If she didn’t cum at least two times, I’d feel like the job wasn’t completed. But her pussy was super sensitive, and she always came at least two times. Our chemistry together was more intense than anything I had ever experienced before in my life.
She pulled her head up and looked at me. She scooted backward off the bed and stood up. I watched her in anticipation as she took her clothes off. She didn’t do it slowly, she did it rushed like if she didn’t get her clothes off in time, she’d miss out on her chance. It was hot.
“Let’s 69,” Paige said as she climbed back onto the bed, crawling toward me in a super sexy-seductive manner.
“Okay,” I said, excited to have her pussy and ass in my face.
She swung her leg over me and straddled my body. I helped her move back toward my face until her pussy was in the perfect place for me to taste it. I felt her grab my cock with her hand and move it up and down. I slid my middle finger into her hole and heard her moan. Then I felt the warm wetness of her mouth on the head of my cock.
I pulled my finger out of her and started to lick her. Her pussy was right in my face, and I got after it. Flicking my tongue across the top of her clit caused her to wiggle her ass. I pressed my tongue harder into her clit and started to lick it in circles. I had found how crazy this drives her. I moved my tongue in circles, and she began to wiggle her ass on my face, grinding into it.
It was so fucking hot to have her pussy shoved in my face like that. I thrust up into her mouth making her gag. She pulled my cock out of her mouth, and I expected her to say something about what I did, but she shoved it back into her mouth just as fast as she had taken it out.
I started licking in and around her hole, and I felt her moan on my cock. The feeling made my cock twitch in her mouth. As she went to pull me out of her mouth, I felt her teeth on my cock. I cringed for a moment but realized how great it felt and that she was doing it on purpose. I grabbed her hips and pushed her pussy more into my face and began to suck on her clit. I sucked hard, and she started moaning with my cock in her mouth even more.
She pulled my cock out of her mouth, and I let go of her hips so she could sit up.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” she said. But she never turned around. Instead, she scooted her body down, grabbed my cock and shoved me inside of her.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. My hands going to her hips to help her out in whatever way she wanted and needed me to.
She sat up straight, my cock shoved deep inside of her, and she started to grind on me. Rocking her hips back and forth. It felt so good. She felt so tight. I stared at the dimples in her lower back, just above her ass. They were fucking hot.
“You have a sexy back,” I said and ran my hand along her back.
“Thanks.” She sounded distracted like she was really concentrating on what she was doing. Her body began to move harder, and faster and then she started to bounce. I went back to holding her hips, and I helped her move up and down on my cock.
She slowed down and lifted herself all the way to the head. She pulled up a little farther and grabbed my dick to stop it from falling completely out of her. She moved her pussy on the head of my cock. Teasing me and driving me crazy. The more she did it, the more I wanted to shove it back inside of her and fuck her hard.
I groaned in protest. “Stop teasing me.”
She looked back at me over my shoulder and then suddenly my cock was back inside of her. Deep inside of her. She was sliding her pussy up and down the length of my cock. Moving her body hard as she did so. She slowed down and placed her legs between my legs, bent at a 90-degree angle and started to rock her hips on me as she leaned back. It made me go deeper inside of her, and I could hear her breathing hard as she picked up the pace.
“Are you gonna cum for me?” I asked as I grabbed onto her hips, harder.
“Uh-huh.” She moaned and breathed out at the same time.
She moved her body faster and harder on my cock. It was hard for me to believe how fucking wet and tight she was.
She placed her hands on the bed next to my legs, leaned forward and started to bounce her pussy on my cock. It didn’t take much longer before her body went tense and then began to relax. Her moans grew louder and closer together. She was cumming, and it was so fucking hot. I grabbed her and rolled us over onto the bed. I pulled my cock out of her and flipped her over onto her back. I was ready to fuck the shit out of her and cum.
I held my dick up to her hole and shoved myself inside of her.
“Oh fuck,” she cried out.
I pulled myself out of her and then thrust back inside of her. I placed her legs on each of my shoulders and pushed her legs together with my arms. Her thighs clenched as I began to fuck her harder and harder.
Her tight pussy walls were squeezing around my thick cock.
“You feel so fucking good,” I said as I continued to thrust in and out of her. I picked up the pace a little faster and a little harder. Paige began to move her hips around, trying to match my movements with her own.
She closed her eyes tightly and gasped. “You’re cock’s so fucking big.”
“You like it when I fuck you like this?” I asked her. She made a hot moaning sound, and it took everything in me not to bust right then and there. I wanted to get her closer first. Make her cum one more time for me.
Leaving her ankles on my shoulders, with one hand I reached down and grabbed her perfect tit. I squeezed her nipple and started to thrust in and out of her harder. My breathing was erratic as I began to fuck her more.
I was really getting after it, and I could feel myself edging. Getting closer and closer to that one magical feeling I’ve spent half my life chasing. The overwhelming sensations that came with cumming had been so addicting to me, but I never knew there was a pussy out there that was as sweet as her pussy.
I squeezed her tit and ran my thumb around her nipple.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed. She was louder now than ever before. “I’m gonna fucking cum, again!”
I wanted to watch her cum. Our eyes locked, and I continued thrusting. Not letting up on how hard I was fucking her because I was so fucking close right now. A few more hard thrusts, and her body felt like jelly beneath me.
She yelled “Oh fuck,” over and over again in a high-pitched yet husky voice. She was cumming for me again.
I thrust harder just a few more times and was met with my own release. My own climax. It was intense, and I was cumming inside of her harder than I had ever before. I could feel my cock throbbing in her pussy as my cum
filled her up.
I moaned a couple of times, but I was more focused on the amazing feeling rushing through my body, sending tingles everywhere. As we both started to come down from our orgasms, I slowed and then stopped my thrusting. I paused and looked down at her before I pulled my cock out. I could still feel how hard my cock was, but my body was relaxed and ready for a nap.
“Mmm.” She moaned and smiled at me as I moved and laid down next to her on my bed.
“Hmm?” I asked her.
“It just felt so good. I don’t know if it’s the hormones or just you, but sex is fucking amazing right now.”
“Probably just me,” I said, and we both laughed.
She snuggled into me, and I was met by sleep quickly.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Paige
By the time I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky outside the window, signaling that it was afternoon. But when I shifted in bed, I found that I wasn't alone, like I had been the other times that I'd woken up in Michael's room. Instead, despite the fact that he had his computer on his lap, Michael was there. I frowned over at him, trying to remember what day of the week it was. But it was a work day. Yet, here he was.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” Michael said, grinning over at me as he closed his laptop and set it down on the bedside table. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” I told him honestly, as I stretched languidly. Then, I frowned. “Aren't you supposed to be at work?”
Michael gestured towards his laptop. “I've been working from home,” he said. “But I can take a break now.”
“Oh,” I said. I didn't know what to say in response to that. I slowly pushed myself upwards so that I was sitting back against the headboard.
“I want you to tell your parents that you're pregnant,” Michael said suddenly, apropos of nothing.
I blinked, surprised by the change in subject. “I'll tell them when I'm ready,” I said.
“Right,” Michael said. “But don't you think it's time? If I'm going to keep coming with you to family dinners, I don't want them to think I've spent the whole time lying to them.”