The Knocked Up Plan

by Lauren Blakely

  His hands find their way into my hair. He threads them through my strands and guides my head. “You’re killing me,” he mutters as I relax my throat and let him fill me all the way.

  I slink a hand between his legs, cupping his balls, and his whole body jerks. I’m ready, so ready for him. And that’s not just because we timed this first date to the middle of my cycle. I’m so turned on I nearly forget I can’t finish him off like this.

  “One more suck, baby, and then you need to stop,” he says, his voice a warning.

  I make it count. I swirl my tongue over the head, then I lick him as I take him all the way in once more. A drop of liquid from the tip slips over my lips, and I nearly lose my mind.

  He yanks me off him, pulls me up by my face, and stares at me hungrily. His blue eyes darken. He looks like he wants to devour me.

  Fourteen

  Ryder

  Clothes fly to the floor.

  As she sends the dog to her dog bed in the corner, Nicole yanks off my shirt, her hands traveling over my pecs. I tug off her black V-neck shirt. I’m ready to rip the rest of her clothes to shreds, but when I see the black lacy bra, my mind tunnels to complete one-track-ness.

  Must get her tits in my mouth.

  Nicole is a busty woman.

  It’s hard not to notice. I’ve noticed, and now I get to play. I unhook her bra and let it fall to the floor, and then I breathe out an appreciative groan over these fucking marvelous tits.

  “I could spend the night here,” I tell her, cupping them. Each one fills a palm, and I have big hands. Though I’d have been content with small ones, I can’t help but want to get well acquainted with these full-size beauties.

  I pinch her nipples, and she lets out a sexy yelp. I flip her onto her back on the couch, yanking her so she’s lying flat. I climb over her, straddle her, and bring my mouth to one delicious breast. I flick my tongue over her nipple, feeling it go hard in my mouth.

  “Oh God,” she mutters.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m vaguely aware that there’s no awkwardness. It’s vanished. This is pure lust. This is fire. Whatever weirdness existed a few moments ago has left the house. I want her and she wants me. I don’t have the interest to dissect whether it’s because she wants my cock buried deep inside her so I can give her my DNA, or if it’s just because she wants my cock buried deep inside her.

  Right now, they feel like one and the same.

  I reach for her yoga pants and shove them off. My hand slides between her thighs and somehow my dick grows even harder when I touch her panties.

  She’s soaked.

  I pull off her last stitch of clothing, and I groan when I see the auburn landing strip.

  “So fucking beautiful,” I say, then slide a finger down the hair and across her dampness.

  She moans something incoherent as I play with her sweet pussy. She arches into my fingers. I want to toy with her, to make her moan and groan and savor every second. I spread her legs and start to make my way downtown. I’m dying to taste her. But the second my head goes below her waist she grapples at my shoulders.

  “Ryder,” she pleads.

  I look up. Her blue eyes are desperate.

  “Please fuck me,” she begs.

  With a wicked smile, I drop my face to the paradise between her legs and kiss her softly. At that first touch, she cries out so loudly that I know, I fucking know, I will have a field day eating her out.

  She tries to push me away at the same time as she rocks her hips against my mouth. She’s all slick and hot, and wetter than anything.

  “Please. I’m begging you,” she says, trying again while she thrusts against my lips.

  The sexy woman wants my lips and she wants my cock. I flick my tongue against her hard clit, and she keens. It’s like a howl, and her dog gets up and heads over.

  “Shh, Ruby. Back to your bed.”

  Obedient girl. She does as she’s told.

  I lick Nicole again, and I could spend the night here, my face between her sexy thighs, her sweetness all over my jaw. But when I kiss her again, she grabs my hair, pulls me close for one more luxurious devouring of her wetness, then pushes me away. She stares at me, her mouth open, panting. “Please. I don’t care if I’m begging. I need you inside me.”

  I’m not so cruel that I can deny her any longer. I’m also so turned on that what she wants is precisely what my dick wants, too.

  “Reporting for duty,” I say, rising to my knees. My cock is pointing in her direction, and a sexy smile spreads on her face.

  She stares greedily at my shaft. “You’re more than ready.”

  “Get on your hands and knees, then. You want a baby, Nicole? You need it deep, and that’s how you’re going to get it.” I flip her over, raise up her lovely ass, and run my palms over the soft flesh. “I want to bite this ass. I want to bite it and spank it, and do unspeakable things to your ass.”

  She lifts that fine ass higher.

  “Guess you like that idea,” I tell her as I swat my palm against her backside, giving her a small teaser.

  She yelps, and I spank her once more then drag my finger through her pussy. She’s even wetter.

  And I get to feel all this slickness on my dick. I get to fuck her bare. That’s one of the best parts of this deal. “Have I mentioned how great it is not to wear a condom?” I notch the head of my cock between her legs and admire the long, gorgeous line of her back, the way her red hair spills down her spine, and how she’s ready. So fucking ready, in the number-one position for getting the job done that I’ve been asked to do.

  I bury myself inside her.

  “Oh fuck,” I mutter as I fill her easily. I take a second or two to breathe in hard and savor the way we fit. Her pussy grips my cock, and it’s electric. My entire body vibrates with lust. I pull back then slide all the way inside again. She moans.

  “You like it, baby? It feels good?”

  She nods, her head sinking lower into a gold pillow at the edge of her couch. “Soooo good.”

  “I want it good for you. This isn’t just about me coming, you know that?”

  She mumbles something unintelligible. Maybe it’s a yes. I can’t tell. But whether she wants to come or not, I won’t fire without her. Sex is a two-person operation, and I would never send a woman home unsatisfied. There’s no way on earth I’m going to be the only one getting off, even if that’s the end game.

  I grip her hip hard in one hand and slide my other to her belly then down between her thighs.

  She murmurs a sexy, drawn-out oh.

  This woman. She’s going to be so fun to play like a violin. Her body is soft and supple, and she’s so goddamn aroused. I tease at the delicious rise of her clit as I rock into her. In the back of my mind I’m aware that I’ve got a job to do, that in fact I have one fucking job, but I want this for exactly what it is.

  I want to be fucking her.

  I want to be buried deep inside her.

  I want to be right where I am.

  I swivel my hips and punch into her. Her hands curl into fists in the pillows. I rub her clit faster as I shove deep inside. The sounds she makes tell me she’ll be blasting off soon.

  Pressing a palm on her back, I slope her further. “Nice and deep, baby.”

  When I fill her like that, she cries out. I fucking love that she’s so far gone. Her pleasure matters to me. I want it as much as I want to give her mine.

  A bead of sweat slicks down my chest. I ease out so only the tip is in, and I pause there as if I’m holding her in suspended animation while I work her lovely, hungry, eager clit with my finger. She trembles under me. The shudder moves through her body, and I’m as sure as I’ve ever been of anything that she’s galloping to the edge.

  “Want to feel you come on my cock,” I rasp out as I sink all the way into her, and she shatters. Her knuckles go white as she grips the pillow, and her voice hits some kind of high note that I’m certain her dickhead neighbor can hear, but I don’t care because s
he’s coming all over me, and it’s fucking glorious.

  It’s the earthquake.

  In seconds, I’ve got both hands on her hips, and I fuck her hard and furiously as my own orgasm rattles free, rocketing through my body. “Coming so fucking hard.”

  And the sound she makes then, I swear it’s like a shout of joy.

  But I can barely tell because my pulse thunders and pleasure consumes every molecule of my body as I climax inside her.

  Where she wants.

  I’m sweating, she’s sweating, and now her dog is howling, too, crying out in unison with the two of us.

  And I crack up. She’s got one of those. An orgasm chorus dog.

  After I pull out, my first instinct is to look for the condom and toss it. I chuckle when I realize—no shit—I’m bareback and supposed to be.

  Nicole is still on her stomach. Her face is pressed to the side. Her eyes are glossy and her cheeks are flushed. I’ve killed her with her orgasm.

  “Hey,” I say gently, nudging her shoulder. “You need to get on your back and lie flat for a few minutes, okay?”

  She smiles woozily. “That’s the second position from your top five.”

  “It is. It’ll help give you a better chance.” I roll her over and the look on her face is such dreamy happiness that it does something funny to me. It makes me bend down and kiss her tenderly on her forehead. “I hope it worked.”

  “Me, too.”

  “Do you know it increases the chances a little bit more since you came?”

  “I think I read that somewhere, too.”

  “I did a little reading myself this week. Supposedly, it helps the swimmers reach their destination. That’s all well and good, but I’m just a big fan of you coming.”

  She offers another sexy smile.

  I adjust her, slide a pillow under her ass, elevating her. I hand her a tissue, and I head in the direction of her bathroom to clean up.

  When I return, I join her on the couch, because I don’t want to leave just yet.

  But soon enough, I know there won’t be a reason to stay.

  My job for tonight is done.

  Fifteen

  Top Five Signs You’re Ridiculously Attracted to Someone You Work With

  * * *

  By Nicole Powers

  * * *

  1. You admire his ass when you see him in the hall.

  2. His sexy, flirty smile sends tingles all over you.

  3. You look for excuses to walk past his office.

  4. You linger in the break room when he’s there.

  5. You ask him to bang you in any position, anytime, anywhere.

  * * *

  All clear?

  * * *

  Fine, I’ll elaborate, if you insist. Ever been in a situation where you have a super handsome co-worker? We’re talking Clark Kent cheekbones, see-inside-my-soul blue eyes, and a world-class athletic body. Maybe he’s also bursting with charm, wit, and sex appeal. We are talking the real deal, the full enchilada, the whole shebang.

  * * *

  Somehow, you’ve worked with this level of handsomeness without turning into a swoony puddle every day. That’s because you’re a grown-ass woman and you’re able to separate your admiration of his attributes from attraction. After all, you can admire a Monet and not want to bang it.

  * * *

  But then, all of a sudden, you want to hump Water Lilies. How did this shift occur? Allow me to walk you through the turning points on the path to full-blown attraction.

  * * *

  1. It starts with a new way of seeing someone.

  * * *

  Perhaps you’ve played together on a co-ed softball team. Maybe you have regular lunches at your favorite deli, the one with the amazing Chinese chicken salad. Or you’ve simply exchanged banter in the elevator. Then, one day, you ask him for a favor. Could be big. Could be small. You might need him to move furniture for you, lift a vase onto the highest shelf, or deal with the spider on your wall. Possibly, the favor is much bigger. Regardless of whether you ask him to hand you a ream of paper or to give you a kidney, the dynamic shifts. You see him in a new way.

  * * *

  2. Your mind opens to possibilities.

  * * *

  You notice things you never saw before. You give yourself permission to imagine. What would it be like if he touches me here? If he kisses me there? If he strips me to nothing and has his wicked way with me? The possibilities of those what ifs parade before you in your daydreams. Soon, all that wondering changes the state of play.

  * * *

  3. The first kiss lights up the night.

  * * *

  Well, duh.

  * * *

  I have no patience for boring kisses. Merely adequate lip-locks can suck it. Kissing should be starlight and fireworks. A first kiss should be butterflies in your belly, wobbles in your knees.

  * * *

  You should feel it everywhere. In your bones. In your eyelashes. In your fingertips.

  * * *

  Yes, I’ll admit that some kisses are like wine and improve with age. But no kiss has ever gone from dull to bowl-me-over. Don’t settle for ordinary kisses.

  * * *

  Kisses are the sustenance of love. They will feed you.

  * * *

  4. When you take it to the next level, and you are hot to trot.

  * * *

  The kisses rocket from a slow slide of lips to an absolute devouring. Your libido takes the wheel. When you do the deed, you get so lost in the moment that you’re telling him how turned on you are, how good it is, how much you want that brass ring.

  * * *

  When he gives it to you, you don’t care that the neighbors can surely hear your cries, and you don’t care if the people in the apartment across the street hear, too.

  * * *

  Briefly, you wonder how it got to this point. How you went from an admiring glance in the hallway to getting on your hands and knees and begging him. Then, you stop wondering because . . .

  * * *

  5. You do it again and again and again, and it gets better.

  * * *

  Whoever this lucky bitch is, I’m jealous of her. But we can all be her. Be bold. Ask for what you want. You never know—you just might get it.

  * * *

  You might get it really good.

  Sixteen

  Ryder

  “I can’t believe it’s that easy. All you have to do is catch her, and then you drop her into the net?”

  That’s today’s question from one of the callers to my show. As per Cal’s request, the dating guide is getting the full treatment—columns as well as lots of radio time. “You got it, man. That’s what you do. And let me tell you, she’ll be wearing a big, happy smile,” I say into the mic, picturing Nicole’s face after our acrobatics, painted in pure exhilaration.

  “Awesome,” the caller says in a surfer-dude voice. I’m expecting him to say I’m stoked next. “And will this help her want to go to bed with me?”

  “There are never any guarantees of that,” I tell him. Unless you sign a deal to knock up a woman. I keep that tidbit to myself.

  He huffs. “But that’s what I want most. That’s why I listen to your show. I want the best tips to get a woman into my bed, and I don’t want to put out the dough for a trapeze lesson if there’s no shot.”

  Mayday, mayday.

  A geometric vision appears in front of me. Cal stalks the hallway, staring with beady, judgy eyes through the studio window. I make a wrap-it-up motion with my index finger to my producer, Jason, signaling to end this call. I’d end it regardless, but Cal makes me extra antsy. The leash he has on me is so short I can feel it choking already.

  “You might want to find another show, then,” I say to the surfer guy. “I can’t promise you a woman will want to go home with you because of a trapeze lesson. What I can promise the listeners is if you take your time, plan a fun evening, and don’t miss when you have to catch her, then you ca
n have a great time with your woman. And doesn’t that increase the chances that everyone has a happy ending to the date?”

  Jason gives me a thumbs-up for that save, and I feel damn good about it, too.

  The second the show ends, Cal shoves in the door. It smacks the wall. Today he is a beaker, bubbling over. “Do I need to remind you this is not a hookup show? More love. Less get laid.”

  I drag a hand through my hair and step away from the booth and into the hallway. The golden rule of broadcasting is this—don’t say anything in a room full of mics that you wouldn’t say on air. Doesn’t matter if they’re on or off.

  “I turned the comment around to focus on the connection you can make with your date,” I say like a badgered witness.

  Jason pops his head into the doorway, pushing his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. “I screened the call. The caller wasn’t like that before the show, so it’s on me.”

  Cal ignores Jason. The buck stops with me. Cal points at my face. “Then redirect him. That’s your job.”

  “I did,” I say, exasperated, then wave off Jason, sending him back to the studio. This is my battle to fight. “What more do you want me to do? The second the caller went down Randy Road, I sent him on his way and refocused the answer.”