by MT Stone
“Okay, I’m just curious. Being a urologic surgeon for so many years, I know there are tons of nerve endings in certain areas,” he adds in a matter-of-fact manner.
“Don’t worry, we’ll pass along a couple of the best things we’ve discovered,” I reply, glancing back and forth between Joyce and Phillip. Rex remains silent while Joyce’s cheeks turn a rosy shade of red. “I think you’ll find them interesting… from an anatomical viewpoint.” I can’t help smiling at both of them.
“Okay, on that note, I should be getting home,” Mom says, grabbing a couple of empty plates from the table and popping up from her chair. She has never been one to talk about anything sexual, which is why she about died the day I pulled that catalog from her garbage can. Looking around the room, it’s hard to believe how much our lives have changed as a result of her throwing that catalog in the garbage.
The world works in mysterious ways.
Chapter 13
Rex
After cleaning up, I walk into the bedroom to find Felicia lying on the bed in her baby blue silk pajamas with the top unbuttoned and Michael nursing contently. I slip out of my clothes and into a pair of silky boxers before dimming the lights and joining them.
“The sight of you breastfeeding my son really turns me on,” I admit, placing my hand on her abdomen and caressing her soft skin.
“Our son,” she corrects me, narrowing her eyes.
“Our son,” I repeat. “Your calling him our son really turns me on too.”
“I think the fact that we got interrupted yesterday at the waterfall is the source of your tension,” she speculates with a grin.
“Yeah, that might have something to do with it.” I shrug my eyebrows before drawing her available nipple into my mouth and giving it a firm suck. “Mmm, tastes like vanilla. You’re a lucky boy, Michael.”
“You didn’t actually get anything,” she says, throwing me a disgusted look.
“Sure I did,” I persist. “It tastes like that vanilla soy milk.” I smile, drawing it back between my lips.
“Okay, I’m not nursing both of you. I’m going to have chapped nipples as it is,” she protests, wedging her free hand between my mouth and her breast. “These are for him. If you want to play, you’ll have to go a little lower. But let me put him down first.”
“Yeah, I think he passed out on you anyway.” I chuckle at the sight of him literally crashed, face first on her chest. “I think he’s good for now.” I carefully lift him from her and place him in the crib on his back, just the way we were shown. “You sleep. I need some time with Mommy,” I whisper giving him a kiss on the forehead. His eyes remain closed so I quietly slip back into bed.
“Aren’t you tired?” she asks wearily.
“Yeah, but I think we’ll sleep even better if we have a little fun,” I suggest, running my hand down her abdomen and brushing the top of her mound before retreating.
“You’d better get right to the point tonight, my love,” she whispers with a long yawn. “I’m fading fast.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I slide down between her legs, helping her out of her pajama pants. I spread her legs wide and slip my tongue between her glistening lips. “Mmm, I’ve missed you.” I hear a soft moan coming from above, so I know she’s onboard. My hot tongue travels the length of her lips a couple more times before settling on her clit.
“There you go,” she moans softly, gripping my hair with her fingers. “God, that feels good.” I draw it between my lips and watch her abs twitch with each flick of my tongue. After a few minutes of tantalizing her, I feel her pulling me back up. “I’m ready,” she says with a dazed look.
“Me too,” I reply, pushing my rigid head inside her. I glance over at the crib, hoping to avoid another incidence of coitus interruptus. My balls were already aching from the one yesterday. Not wanting to take any chances, I immediately give her the full length, burying myself deep inside her.
“Oh, God,” she gasps, tilting her head back as I begin fucking her in earnest with long, full, deliberate strokes.
“You feel amazing,” I whisper as her pussy begins to snug up around my rock-hard cock. “I love how that feels,” I add, continuing to increase the intensity with each stroke. Since her nipples are off limits, I draw the skin beneath her earlobe between my lips and suck hard while pinning her legs back against the bed. Knowing that she’s going to be my wife as well as the mother of my child makes her hotter than ever in my mind. I want to give her the best orgasm of her life, even though I know that would most likely wake the baby. I smile against her skin as she attempts to stifle her moans.
“Oh, Rex!” she finally blurts out, unable to maintain her silence against my determined persistence. Her defenses on the wane, I push her legs even further apart and continue to make love to her with a deep sense of love literally burning in my heart. “Oh, God… oh, God...” she cries as I ravish her neck with my lips while bucking my hips with as much intensity as I can muster. Her fingernails make their presence known as her body goes rigid and her jagged breaths halt momentarily. I know she’s over the edge, so I keep up the intensity, sending her to the next level of pleasure. “Oh, man.” She giggles as the intense pleasure begins to overwhelm her senses. I deliver a dozen more solid strokes before my own massive release of tension.
“Mmm, that was awesome,” I whisper, still nibbling at her neck.
“Yeah, that was amazing, but you’d better not be giving me hickies,” she says, pulling back and glaring at me.
“Of course not,” I reply, now noticing the redness of her neck. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t.”
“If I’m going to be seeing your parents on a regular basis, I would appreciate not having anything like that to deal with,” she says, getting up to use the bathroom.
“This from the girl who had a male sex toy discussion with my dad,” I counter, laughing out loud. “I thought I was going to die when you two started talking about toys for men.”
“He seemed sort of open-minded about it,” she says with a shrug.
“My dad is anything but open-minded. You just don’t know him yet.” I scrunch up my pillow and roll onto my side, getting comfortable. I gaze over at my little man, who is still sleeping in silence. “We’re going to have lots of fun together,” I whisper, determined to be a much more interactive father than mine was. I think about what he said earlier. He might think he wants to be involved in our family, but just as soon as it involves any level of commitment on his part, he’ll back away. Regardless of what he says, I know he would rather be in the operating room than teaching kids how to ride a bike. I accepted that fact years ago.
“Your mom was really nice tonight,” Felicia says, returning from the bathroom. “I think this little guy is going to be good for your family.”
“I was just thinking about that.” Mixed feelings still churn in my gut. “Time will tell. If they both turn out to be great grandparents, I’ll be totally shocked. And a little annoyed, because they both were really shitty parents.”
“So what was that crack your dad made about your being spoiled?” She slips between the sheets with a grin.
“Hey, I had to act up a little just to get their attention.” I instantly get annoyed thinking back to my youth. “I practically raised myself after my sister left for college. What kid wouldn’t rebel a little?”
“You poor guy,” she says, placing her hand on my cheek and giving me a kiss. “I promise to take good care of you.”
“Does that mean you’re ready for round two?” I wrap my arm around her.
“You do realize that it’s only going to be a couple more hours until he’ll want to eat again, so I suggest we should get a little sleep while we can.” She gives me another little kiss before settling in.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. We sure didn’t get much sleep last night. I can’t fall back to sleep nearly as quickly as you.” I roll over on my side and punch my pillow, still trying to get it right. I’m sure glad I have a cou
ple of good employees to keep things running at the office. Otherwise, I would be looking at some brutal days ahead.
Felicia
As I predicted, I begin hearing whimpers from the crib just after one o’clock. I click the lamp on and go over to scoop him up before he starts wailing. I decide his diaper can wait, so I lie back down and get him in position for another little meal. This isn’t so bad. I keep my head propped up on a couple of pillows so I can watch him suckle. I still can’t believe this is happening. I think it would be a little different if I had been the one carrying the child. Going through all the changes would’ve prepared me for what was ahead. As it is, I went from being a single twenty-three-year-old with a boyfriend one day to having a family the next. I take a deep breath, trying to squelch the anxiety that comes with thinking about how quickly my life has changed. It’s all been changed for the better, but the pace has been a little overwhelming.
I glance over at Rex, who is still sound asleep. It was good to be with him tonight. It’s nice to know that we can put Michael down and have a little adult time before bed. I found it a bit distracting, though, knowing this little guy was resting only a few feet from the bed. Something about it didn’t feel quite right. Not that he would know what we were doing if he woke up, but it’s still a little strange. I think I would feel better if the room were completely dark instead of using our sex candles. He looks so sexy in the candlelight though. Maybe I’ll just stop worrying about it. Michael will have his own room when he’s six months old anyway. Then all will be good.
“Are you all done?” I ask, smiling as he lets go of my nipple and makes a funny little face. “You’re so darn cute,” I add, watching his contorted facial expressions. A moment later, I realize what those expressions mean as an odor takes hold.
“Oh, my God!” Rex instantly springs awake with a look of horror on his face. The foul smell was enough to wake the dead. “Is that him?”
“Of course it’s him.” I laugh, sliding him off me and setting him between us. “Fortunately, it’s your turn to change him.” I smile at the thought of what he’s going to find on the other side of that diaper. “Hopefully, it isn’t as messy as it smells.”
“They’re all messy,” he grumbles, slipping his hands under him and gently lifting him to his chest. “It’s amazing that something so cute can generate such a stench.” I can’t help laughing to myself as he disappears into the next room. At least he’s a good sport about changing every other diaper. Since I’m doing all the nursing, I think it’s a fair deal. “Oh, good lord!” I hear from the other room, causing another round of giggles. Obviously, the mess lived up to the smell. I can’t help snickering at the stream of moans and groans that emanate from the baby’s room. Within five minutes, Rex and baby return with everything seemingly handled.
“That was toxic,” he says, glaring in my direction before placing Michael back in the crib. “The next time you decide to eat something spicy, you’re changing him.”
“I’m sorry. I tried to avoid the pepper flakes,” I reply, realizing it was probably my fault. “I guess I’ll have to keep things bland for a while. Thanks for being a good sport.”
“You’re lucky I love you guys,” he grumbles, crashing back onto his pillow.
“The good news is that you’re off the hook until morning,” I remind him with a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll feed him and change him next time.”
“I’ll change him again if you want,” he says with a subtle smile. “I honestly don’t mind.”
“We’ll see. Go back to sleep.” I give him another kiss before lying down myself and instantly falling back to sleep.
The next set of whimpers seems to be five minutes later. I peel open my eyes to see Rex standing over me holding the baby. “Somebody’s hungry again.” He smiles and lowers him into my arms.
“What time is it?” I ask feeling completely disoriented.
“It’s four thirty,” he replies, seeming way too awake considering it’s the middle of the night. “He’s already changed, so just yell when you’re done feeding him and I’ll put him back to bed.”
“Okay. Thanks!” I open my top and coax him to the other nipple this time. Even though he favors the right one, he’s going to have to learn to alternate. My nipples aren’t used to all of this attention. I hear Rex making a cup of coffee and wonder if he’s actually planning on staying up. I’m exhausted, so there’s no way I could fathom starting my day right now. I close my eyes and relax while Michael has another snack. I drift off several times, continuing to fade in and out the entire time. “He’s done,” I yell after he lays his head on my chest and lets out a little gurgle. “You’ll have to burp him and give him a little time before you put him down,” I tell him, handing over the little guy.
“No problem,” he says in a voice so chipper I have to wonder what’s going on. My burning eyes keep me from investigating any further. I’m going to have to do a little research tomorrow to see how long I’m going to be up two or three times per night. I hear Rex talking, but it quickly fades into the background as I quickly drift off again.
Chapter 14
Rex
After twenty minutes of burping and an additional diaper change, I settle him back into the crib. Felicia is sleeping so hard that she’s actually snoring just a bit. I’m tempted to record it with my iPhone, but I decide to let it go. It’s just so cute when she snores like this. I click off the lamp and close the door quietly, retreating back to my laptop. The sun is just coming up, so I throw on a sweatshirt and head out to the deck to do a little more research.
The whole situation with Brix, Daphne, and Richard was the first thing that popped into my mind after waking this morning. The fact that Daphne was running away from the situation with Richard has me wanting to find out whatever I can about him and his background. Something about him creeped me out that night at the sex club, which is why I was glad that Alex showed him the door. It turns out that he made his money selling a fairly shady internet startup during the dot com bubble. That figures. Guys who were fortunate enough to cash in on the hysteria back then often throw around their weight and wealth, even though it was almost purely a matter of luck. The company Richard sold was absorbed into a larger conglomerate and written off as a loss within a couple of years. Since that time, Richard has billed himself as a venture capitalist. He’s obviously well aware of all the major porn networks out there too, because he’s been uploading to all of them.
A couple of months back, we ran some experimental ads with several of the porn sites and they met with mixed results. Looking back in my notes, however, I still have contacts at several of those sites. I jot down the names and contact information for several of them. I don’t know any of them very well, but I think if they know that someone is purposely uploading child pornography to their sites, they will want to help find the culprit. I smile at the thought of taking that smug bastard down. Looking at my watch, it’s still a few hours before I’m going to find anyone to talk with so I might as well get a little more rest. I know if I stay up, I’ll be exhausted by noon.
我愛你
Awaking a few hours later, I find myself struggling to remember what day it is. “Breaking up your sleep like that kind of messes with your mind,” I mention to Felicia as she finishes giving little man his breakfast.
“Yeah, it does. I couldn’t figure out why you were so awake at four thirty,” she says with a smirk.
“I don’t know either, but it was short-lived.” I let out a long yawn, trying to wake up again.
“What do you want for breakfast?” she asks, pulling out a pair of yoga pants and a top while balancing him on her hip.
“What he just had looked good,” I tease, taking the little guy off her hands so she can get changed.
“Apparently, being exhausted doesn’t affect your sex drive as much as it does mine,” she says with a sigh. “The only thing on my mind right now is a caramel latte.”
“Michael and I will go make you one,” I
offer, taking him with me to give her a little time to get ready for the day. Pulling out the coffee, milk, and syrup, I notice my old phone buzzing in the drawer. I haven’t looked at it in a week but retrieve it out of sheer curiosity. Jessica T. is flashing on the screen, and I notice this isn’t the first time she’s called. I click over to voicemail and see that she left two last night. I click on one and read the transcript.
It seems that she’s accusing me of taking advantage of her while she was under the influence of the epidural. I had no idea they had even given her one, so accusing me of taking advantage of the situation is a little ridiculous. I shut off the screen and throw the phone back into the drawer. After retrieving my other phone from the charger, I send Mom a text message to see if she has talked to her, and if not, whether she wants to give her a call. Mom will be able to handle her better than I would right now. I click the button to make a shot of coffee and pour the milk and syrup into the frother. “How are you today?” I ask my little man while the machines go about their business. He coos and blinks his eyes, communicating in the only way he knows. “You’re going to be a lady killer just like your old man one day.”
“Really? Day two and you’re already corrupting him?” Felicia asks, overhearing our conversation.
“You’re supposed to be in the bathroom primping,” I tease, adding the warm milk and caramel drizzle to her shot of espresso. “Here’s your one-handed latte.”
“You’re so talented.” She winks, giving me a sly smile. “Did you decide what you want for breakfast?”
“Yeah, I already told you.” I set Michael down in the cradle next to the table. “But if that’s off the table, how about I make us a couple of egg, ham, and cheese croissants?”
“Mmm, that sounds really good. You’d better use American on mine instead of pepper jack,” she says, still giggling about last night’s diaper.
“Believe me, there’s no pepper jack in the near future for you,” I reply with a chuckle. “I think I was having a nightmare about that diaper and that’s what woke me up the second time.”