by Harley Wylde
“Someone needs to tell me that one. I’d say we go out for drinks one night so you could spill all the club gossip, but sadly, I won’t be drinking for a while. I miss wine. Like really miss it.” I rubbed my stomach. “Rooster said he sees so much as one wine bottle in the house, he’s going to shackle me to the bed until the baby is born.”
Jordan wagged her eyebrows at me. “Tell him there are better uses for shackles than keeping you away from wine.”
“I know, right?” I laughed. “So, is it just me, or does pregnancy make you want sex all the damn time? I found Rooster hiding in the pantry the other day. He’d heard me calling for him and panicked. When I yanked open the door, he grabbed the first thing he saw and crammed it in his mouth, pretending to have been searching for a snack.”
“Seems reasonable enough,” Josie said.
“He grabbed a garlic bulb.” The girls burst out laughing. “On the plus side, if we have a sudden vampire invasion, they’ll skip our house. I think that smell is still oozing from his pores.”
“Okay, if no one else is going to bring it up, I will.” Josie smacked her hand on the table. “When were you going to tell us the series was ending? What the hell, Alora?”
I shrugged. “They can’t go on forever, you know. The Blogging Seductress series has apparently worn out its welcome with my publisher. Something about sales tapering off. They think readers have lost interest, so I have to pitch a new series. The next book I turn in will be the final in that series.”
“Any ideas?” Clarity asked.
“I’ve always been known for writing Rom Coms, but I think I’d like to try something else. I’m just not sure my publisher will take something different. For me, writing is more of a cathartic process, a way to keep myself sane. For them, it’s a numbers game. They invest money in my work and expect a return and then some. Can’t say I blame them. If they threw money at stuff that bombed, they’d be out of business.”
“Different how?” Jordan asked.
“After my experience with Officer Murray, I think I’d like to take on something more serious. Either a romantic suspense, or even a dark romance. I want to show the ugliness in the world, but still give the book a happy ending. A way to prove there’s hope even in the darkest of times.”
“Wow.” Clarity smiled. “That’s really awesome. I think if you pitched it to them just like that, you may be surprised by their answer. Doesn’t hurt to try right? Maybe write up something for what you’d like to write and have a backup in case they reject the idea outright.”
“I think I will.” It was nice to have friends. These women might not be writers, but they still understood to some extent what I was going through. I’d explained how the publishing thing worked, how little say I had in certain aspects like price, covers, and to some degree even the content of my books. I had their support, and when I needed it most, they gave me an outlet for my frustration.
“I know the deadlines make you want to tear out your hair, and you said you tend to freak out over new releases, worried they’ll tank. But anyone who talks to you about your books can tell you really love what you do,” Clarity said.
“I do.” My job was… everything. For me, it wasn’t a job so much as a calling. Even if I didn’t have a publishing contract, or fans who adored my books, I’d still write. Deep down, I had to write. Stories came to me all the time. In addition to the notebook full of ideas, I also had another twenty partially written books in various genres. I didn’t think I quite had what it took to write a mystery or horror novel, but it wouldn’t stop me from trying. Didn’t matter if it was never read by anyone other than me. At least I’d know I attempted it.
My phone chimed again.
You sure you’re okay? Think it’s almost half a day since you last begged for my cock.
I rolled my lips into my mouth to keep from laughing. Rooster wasn’t wrong. By now, I’d have begged him to make me come a few times. Even though I felt the ache, the burning need, I was trying to be better about not unzipping his pants every other hour. Besides, I had a feeling he was getting a bit chafed. I’d noticed him wince when he walked to the bedroom last night.
“Let me guess. Rooster?” Jordan asked, nodding to my phone.
“Yep. He was amazed I’ve gone this long without sex.”
Janessa snickered. “Maybe you should go home and take care of that. Poor guy. His dick might shrivel up and fall off. You could always offer to give it a kiss to make it all better.”
I cracked up and wiped the tears from my eyes. “Oh, my God. I need to use that in the next book.”
“Only if she’s reviewing a pussy pocket in the shape of lips for her blog,” Jordan said.
I laughed so hard my sides hurt. “Stop! I can’t breathe!”
“Aww. Have you been giving Rooster a hard time?” Josie asked.
By the time we stopped giggling, I decided to call it a day and head home. It was bad enough I thought about sex all the damn time now. Thanks to these ladies, I now wanted to go home and ask Rooster if his dick needed a kiss. With some tongue.
Chapter Twelve
“Any marriage is hard work. But what I always say is, ‘Keep the fights clean and the sex dirty.’”
-- Kevin Bacon
Rooster
The fact my woman got along with the other old ladies was great. Perfect. Even if it did mean she was hanging out with them right now instead of being here with me. I’d already flipped through the stations on TV. I’d even taken the dog out and tossed the ball for her. Charming didn’t have any jobs for me to handle and had given me the day off. I’d imagined it having more sex and less “me” time.
The door opened and Alora hurried inside. She dropped her stuff in the entry and nearly ran to me. Before I could ask if she’d enjoyed herself, she’d pushed my knees apart and dropped down between them.
“Um, not that I’m complaining, but what you are…” She yanked my sweats down and nearly swallowed my cock. “Holy fuck!”
I fisted her hair, my heart trying to break its way out of my chest, as she sucked me so damn hard my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. Her nails bit into my thighs as she bobbed her head. Every time her lips touched the base of my cock, she swallowed. It felt like she was sucking my soul out of my body.
Her cheeks hollowed and she moaned as she worked me. A tingle started in my spine and my balls drew up. It only took one flick of her tongue and I was coming. I gripped her hair tighter, holding her still as I pumped into her mouth.
“Jesus, Alora!” I dragged her off me and she licked her lips, looking pleased with herself. She had good reason. “What brought that on?”
“Well, one of the girls asked if I was giving you a hard time, and it made me think if you were hard and hurting, it was only fair that I ask if you wanted me to kiss it better, except I wanted to lick you too.” She took a breath. “So when I got home, I was all worked up and needed your cock in my mouth.”
“I fucking love you,” I said, smiling at her.
“Yeah, yeah.” She waved a hand. “You’re only saying that because I just sucked you off.”
I yanked her closer and kissed her hard. “No, I’m especially saying that because you ran in here like your ass was on fire, eager to suck my dick. But I’d love you even if you never sucked me off again.”
She pressed her lips to mine then gave me a little nip. “No worries there. I love the way you taste. I’m addicted to the feel of you on my tongue. Just wish I could have your cock in my mouth and my pussy at the same time.”
“Not unless you’re a weird species of alien.” I gave her a stern look. “And no, I’m not letting any other man put his dick in you. No matter how much you might get off on a threesome.”
She winced. “After The Black Rose incident with Officer Murray, I think I prefer it just being the two of us. I don’t want any creepy ass stalkers or rapists.”
I ran my fingers along her jaw. “The club would never hurt you, but I don’t like the idea of my br
others seeing you naked.”
“One of them already did,” she reminded me.
I nodded. “Yeah. Samurai did. So if you feel the need to have an audience again, I’ll ask if he wants to come watch.”
She fidgeted and I wondered what she was thinking. I’d learned if I waited long enough, she’d tell me. I put my cock away and tugged her down onto my lap.
“When I first wanted to write my book series, I had a few ideas I played around with before settling on one.” She took my hand and laced our fingers together. “Don’t freak out, but… I tried a lot of the things in person to see if I was passionate enough about it to write a book based on whatever it was. One of the things on my list was being on a webcam show. The, um, erotic kind.”
It really didn’t surprise me to hear she’d tried something like that. What she’d done before we met wasn’t anything I could hold against her. Hell, even if she’d done it after we’d met, I wouldn’t have said shit.
“I wore a half-mask,” she said. “In case I landed a publishing deal, I didn’t want to ruin my chances by having a pornographic video of me floating around in cyberspace. And I used a stage name.”
“Did you get off on it? Knowing a bunch of strangers were watching you?” I asked.
“Yeah. It’s when I discovered I liked having people watch me get fucked. I never had anyone on the show with me. Just used toys on myself.”
“You still have access to all that stuff? The webcam, the site you used…”
She nodded. “I haven’t used it in years though. I’d just turned eighteen when I decided to try it. I’d have done it sooner, but they wouldn’t let me.”
Thank fuck for small favors. If there was kiddie porn out there featuring my woman, I’d have had to murder anyone who watched it.
“I have an idea.” One I hoped didn’t blow up in my fucking face, but I wanted my girl to have what she needed. Even if that meant other men watched her get off. “We’ll set up a room upstairs with your webcam stuff, get whatever furniture and toys you need, and we’ll both get disguises.”
“Both?” she asked.
“Yep. If you’re going to do this, I’m doing it with you. I just need to make sure all my ink is covered. You can wear a wig and a half-mask. I’ll get a black domino or something to hide enough of my face I won’t be easily recognized. Then you can get your webcam show set up again. Except this time, I’ll be the one getting you off.”
“But what about…” She placed a hand over her belly.
“You have a little time before you start to show. Once you get a baby bump, we’ll shut it down. Or maybe I’ll just record us for our personal collection instead. Might be fun.”
She shifted until she straddled me. “You’d really do all that for me? I know how you feel about sharing me.”
“Not really sharing, baby girl. You’re still mine and only mine. Letting someone else watch isn’t the same as them touching you. Way I see it, marriage is about compromise. I saw the way you reacted when Samurai joined us, and again at The Black Rose. I’m not going to take that away from you because I’m a possessive asshole.”
“I feel like I’m the only one getting something from this.”
I hugged her tighter. “I already have what I wanted most. You. I didn’t have to chase you near as much I’d thought I would. You’re the greatest gift I could ever receive, Alora. You and our kid. Long as I have the two of you, nothing else matters.”
She squirmed on my lap. “Think you’re ready for round two yet?”
“Only if I get to make you come multiple times first.”
“I’d have to be stupid to say no to that,” she said. “Multiple O’s? Sign me up!”
She hopped off my lap and took off upstairs. I followed, taking a moment to make sure the dog was still in the yard. My brothers had helped put up a six-foot fence to keep Gypsy in, except she’d escaped twice. The dog was sprawled in the grass, sunning herself like a damn cat. Her water dish still looked half-full, so I decided to leave her be.
By the time I got upstairs, Alora had stripped out of her clothes and lay spread-eagle on the bed. She’d even pulled out a handful of toys and had them lined up down the edge of the mattress, and the bottle of lube on the nightstand. She didn’t know I’d bought a few things to supplement the large collection we already had. As much as I wanted to try them all, I didn’t want to use everything today. I ducked into one of the empty rooms and grabbed the foam wedge I’d had delivered this morning.
“On your knees, middle of the bed, and face the headboard,” I said.
She complied immediately, her eyes lighting up when she saw what I had in my hands. I put the wedge on the bed and positioned her over it, just the way I wanted her. I used the Velcro restraints on the headboard, making sure they were snug enough she couldn’t escape.
I took the silk blindfold out of the bedside table drawer and covered her eyes. I wanted her to use her other senses. It always heightened her pleasure. I trailed my fingers down her spine to her ass and gave it a smack, leaving a pink mark on her pale skin.
Quiet as I could, I got my camera from my dresser drawer and took a few pictures of her. I nudged her thighs apart, spreading her pussy open, and snapped two more. Then I placed it across the room and set it to video. It wasn’t something I’d ever share with anyone, or let her post online, but I thought she might like watching it with me later.
“Ready, baby girl?”
“For you? Always.”
I smiled and picked up the large vibrating plug, surprised she’d chosen that one. She usually preferred one a bit smaller. I lubed the toy, then dripped some down the crack of her ass and started working my finger into her tight hole.
“Feel good?” I asked.
“You’re teasing me!” She wiggled her ass. “You know I can handle more than that.”
“Really? You sure? Don’t want more prep?”
She hesitated. “I don’t know. Are you putting your cock in there?”
“No. At least, not right now.”
“Then no, I don’t need more prep. Show me what you’ve got!”
I eased the plug into her ass and turned it on, setting the vibration to a medium speed. She squealed at first, but it quickly turned to a soft moan. Yeah, my girl liked having her ass played with. I knew she liked her spankings too. I’d get to that in a minute.
“Did you know your special egg does something rather fun?” I asked.
“Like make me come a lot?”
I smacked her ass. Hard. “No. I can set it to vibrate in time with music.”
I inserted the egg and synced to the app on my phone. After finding a song with a lot of bass, I let the toys do their job while I had fun playing with my woman. She squirmed and begged, pleaded with me to let her come. I knew she’d ride the edge until I touched her clit.
I got onto the bed behind her, arching my body over hers. My cock slid along her wet slit and I rocked against her a few times. Her breath caught and I knew she was waiting, hoping I’d let her come.
I worked my hand between her torso and the wedge, giving her nipple a sharp pinch. Alora yelped and jolted under me.
“Too much?” I asked.
“Not enough. More! Do it again.”
I gave the distended tip a tug before twisting and pinching it some more. I slid my hand to her other breast and worked that side, making her a hot, needy mess. I rocked against her again, the head of my cock bumping her clit with every stroke.
“Oh, God! Killian! I’m so close.”
“I know, baby girl. I know.” I tugged on her nipple again. “Come for me. Show me how much you want my dick.”
She pressed back against me as I continued toying with her. She yanked at the restraints, a sob catching in her throat. Sweat slicked her body and I knew she wouldn’t last much longer. I leaned over her more, putting my lips by her ear, my chest to her back, and pressing tighter against the plug in her ass. She cried out and tensed.
“That’s it. Get my c
ock wet, dirty girl. Come all over me.”
A loud keening sound escaped her as she thrust back against me. I pulled my hips far enough away to remove the egg from her pussy before driving into her balls deep. She screamed as her pussy clenched down on my dick, her orgasm rolling into another one. I rode her hard, my hips slapping against her. The wedge braced her enough I could give her a good, hard fucking and it would keep her pinned in place beneath me. Knowing she couldn’t move, that she was at my mercy, heightened the pleasure. Even better was the knowledge she fucking loved it.
I bellowed as I came, thrusting into her harder. I didn’t stop until every drop had been wrung from me, her pussy full of my cum. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. My cock twitched and fuck me if it wasn’t still hard. I leaned back and removed the plug from her ass and reached for the large dildo she’d set out. I should have been jealous of the monster sized dick, especially since it had been created from the mold of an actual porn star’s junk.
I worked it into her ass before I started fucking her again. I didn’t think I could come a second time, not this fast, but she felt so damn good.
“Want me to fuck your ass?” I asked.
“Fuck me hard, Killian. Treat me like your dirty little whore.”
And now my dick was even harder. I loved when she talked like that. I used the dildo to fuck her ass. Long, deep strokes that had her pleading for more. I didn’t hold out long before I started thrusting into her pussy. When she came, she managed to pull another orgasm from me. A small one. I wasn’t sure I’d have anything left to give her, at least not for the rest of the day.
I pulled the dildo from her ass and slipped free of her body. I kissed my way down her spine before giving her hip a bite. Leaning back, I spread her open and watched my cum slip out of her.
“Beautiful,” I murmured.
“You say that every time.”
“And I mean it. My cum smeared across your pussy and coating your thighs isn’t something I’ll ever tire of seeing.”