by Pamela Prim
The stalker threw me onto the bed and raised his first, obviously intending to punch me. I winced and threw up my hands to try to protect myself. Not just myself, but my baby, growing inside of me and counting on me to protect them.
“Please,” I begged, using the only weapons I had. I had never felt fear like this before. It threatened to paralyze me, and yet, I couldn’t let it do so. I had to fight through the terror, because to do anything else would be to surrender my child.
My own life was valuable, yes, but it was nothing next to the life growing inside my belly.
“I’m pregnant,” I continued, and just as I said the words, the door opened.
The whole thing had to have taken less than twenty seconds. It was Liam, of course, and he immediately threw himself on top of him, shielding me from the crazed stalker and then turning on him.
In seconds, the intruder was on the floor again, and this time, he had a bloody nose for his troubles. I was usually pretty tender hearted, but even I couldn’t regret that. Actually, with how much the guy had terrified me, how he’d made me fear for my unborn child, I sort of wished Liam had killed him.
“You’re what?” Liam asked, sitting on the small of the stalker’s back with one of the guy’s meaty arms twisted behind his back. He held him there, his arm muscles bulging as he forced him to stay in place, despite his struggles.
I winced. This wasn’t how I’d wanted to give Liam the news.
“Or did you say that just to freak this guy out?” Liam asked, when I was silent, trying to think about what the best thing would be to say.
Maybe I should just let him think that. And then … what? Fire him, after he’d saved me twice? I didn’t necessarily like him, but I did trust him, and the idea of getting a new bodyguard didn’t appeal.
“No,” I said slowly. “I’m pregnant, just like I told him.”
There was a moment of silence. One of us should call the cops, but there was no real hurry, I supposed. The stalker was firmly restrained on the ground, after all, and the police had let him go once.
“Is it mine?” he asked, and it was the first time, literally, that we had even referred to what we’d done that night a few months back. Both of us had been avoiding that subject like the plague. I hadn’t even talked to him, I realized, not even one word, since that night.
I just nodded slowly. Why lie about it? He struck me as the sort of guy who would demand a paternity test if I said no, anyway.
“I’m not looking for anything from you,” I made sure to state. “I have money. You don’t need to be involved at all.”
I wasn’t trying to trap him, and I wanted him to know that. I was fine on my own. I’d always been an independent type.
He didn’t say anything, though I had to admit, I didn’t give him much time to do so. I just grabbed my robe and left.
What more was there to say?
* * *
Belatedly, I did remember to call the cops, and the same process started all over again. The same questions, the same statements, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes about the whole thing.
I was so tired. Utterly exhausted. One of the cops, at least, was a woman, and she seemed to see just how done with it all I really was.
“This time, he won’t get bail,” she promised. “I mean, I’m saying that unofficially. There’s just no way.”
So that helped. But when I got out of the office, having given my statement, I collapsed into a chair in the waiting room. I was too tired to go anywhere, and I had no idea how I was going to fix that.
It was the first time in ages that I didn’t actually know where Liam was. He was always just there, or just through the wall. I would have been pretty scared, I realized, if not for the whole exhaustion thing.
Still, I waited, and eventually, Liam came out. I gazed up at him, taking in every detail of his strong, muscular form, his handsome face, and I tried not to admit to myself that I was glad to see him.
Tried, and failed. Utterly.
I didn’t like him. Or I didn’t think that I did, anyway. But he was there, and that helped.
He came over to me, which I expected. Then grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up out of my seat, which I definitely didn’t. His lips crushed against mine, and in that moment, the strict control I’d been keeping over my feelings for him, my very real arousal, broke down utterly.
I moaned, feeling that pulsing, throbbing emptiness between my legs once more. I’d felt it quite a bit since our first time together, but I hadn’t allowed myself to really think about it too much.
“I’m taking you home,” he growled, and that dominant voice sent shivers of delight through me from head to toe. I wanted that. I wanted him to take me, if he wanted to, and from the way he pressed against me, I was willing to bet that he did.
He called a cab, and we didn’t even make it all the way home before we were all over each other. He kissed me, and one of his hands slipped up to cup my breast, effortlessly finding my pregnancy sensitized nipple and toying with it as we made out.
In a way, it was good that we were in the cab. It drew things out a little more. The first time we’d been together, it had all been heat and passion, and it had felt almost like it was over before it had begun.
This time would have been the same, if not for the fact that we were in a cab. I dimly knew that anything we did here would end up all over the internet, because there were always people with cameras around me, so that kept me from outright crawling into his lap and taking him deep inside myself.
Not that I didn’t come close. But we kept our hands above the waist, and by the time we got to the house, I was dripping wet, ready for him. When he outright pulled me into his arms and swept me up bridal style, I moaned and clung to him, kissing him frantically even as he brought me into the house.
This time, at least, we made it to bed. Last time, it had been the kitchen table, so this was a change. He placed me down onto the soft surface almost gently, and then he started to strip me.
It was so hot how he moved. He obviously wanted me, and it showed, but he was very deliberate in his movements. He was inexorable, like the tide, or maybe more like the flow of lava across a field.
I was naked for him soon enough, and then I went for him. Last time, he had still been mostly dressed, and I was desperate to see the gorgeous body, not just his cock. So I stripped him down, and then took a second to just look at him with awe.
He was perfect.
A god couldn’t have been more gorgeous. With his slender waist and hips, his solid chest, and his massive arms and shoulders, he was ripped and strong and he couldn’t have been any sexier to me.
“Liam,” I moaned, and my eyes traced down over his flat stomach to his cock, which stood proudly up. I remembered quite vividly how it had felt to have that monster buried inside myself, and my cunt clenched, wanting that again.
He came back to the bed, and settled down on it. I expected him to rest on top of me, but instead, he pushed my legs apart and let himself rest between them.
At first, I didn’t even know what he was going to do. I honestly though he would just take me, and I was more than ready for it. But then he slipped down and his lips were grazing over my hard little clit.
I saw stars, I swear. My vision changed, and all I could see was him as he wrapped his full, gorgeous lips around my hardened, slick nub. He worked on it, his tongue swirling over it, each movement making pleasure rocket through me.
At the same time, he shoved two fingers deep inside me, and I tightened around him, desperate to have him deeper, harder, filling me more.
I reached around, gripping his hips. Tugging him, I got him into place, so that his thick erection was right by my head. I’d never had anyone so big in my mouth before, but I wrapped my lips around him and did my best.
It stretched my jaw, but I didn’t care. The taste of him, the smell, the masculine musk, it was enough to make me drip more of my juices, which he licked up. I moaned, and his tongue brush
ed over my clit in the exact right way.
Just like that, I was gone. I screamed my pleasure around his dick as the pure sensations ripped through me, leaving me helpless and quaking before them. I came hard, and I still wasn’t done when he rearranged us and then pushed inside of me all at once.
All bets were off, then. We were on each other like wild animals, shoving our bodies desperately together, his cock stretching me open and slamming deep. I rocked up toward him, and it seemed like only a few seconds before my cunt convulsed again and I started to come, giving hoarse little cries with each movement.
We kissed, our tongues battling, and I felt his cock get even more rigid inside of me, even bigger. He groped my breasts, rolling the nipples in his strong fingers, as our movements got furious and hot enough to actually shake the bed.
“Natalie,” he growled, deep up inside of me, his hands and mouth seemingly all over me. I could tell he was close, and so was I, to another stunning release. I’d lost of how many he’d given me so far, but the one that was building was going to be a biggie.
“Liam, oh my God, Liam,” I moaned, and I clung onto him as tightly as I could as my pussy tightened around him, milking him for his come. We came at almost exactly the same time, so that he was shooting inside of me and thrusting so frantically that it drew out my own release.
“Liam,” I repeated, when I could speak again. “I meant it. I’m not going to try to trap you, so if you want to take off, I’ll be fine.”
It had occurred to me that maybe he was just jumping me out of some sort of twisted sense of obligation. I hadn’t minded at the time, but the haze of arousal had cleared a little bit and I was worried about it.
How could I want someone who only wanted to be with me out of obligation?
“Natalie, don’t be stupid,” he growled. He stayed inside me, but rolled us so that I was on top of him, still impaled on his cock but not squished by his massive body. Despite his words, his tone was gentle, and his hands were sweet as they caressed my back.
“I’m not being stupid, I’m being realistic,” I argued. “I know you don’t like me. Just because we’re having a baby …”
He shut me up with a kiss, but this was a different sort of kiss. One with more depth, more emotion. There was still passion, because this was us and it couldn’t be any other way, but it was more than that, too.
I got it then, without him needing to say another word. He didn’t hate me, and I, no matter how hard I’d tried to deny it to myself, didn’t hate him, either. I wanted him, and he wanted me.
And we both wanted this baby.
For the moment, at least, it was enough, and I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back with everything I had in me.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 49
1
From the moment she saw him, he took her breath away.
He was nothing like she expected and everything she needed even when she wasn't aware. The problem was, Talia needed to revive her career. That needed to come first. Not love. Not romance. And most certainly not Milo, a man she was not expecting to fall head over heels for.
Romances within the dance companies she worked in had been common place. But it had been so long since she had been working, Talia wasn't sure what was common place any longer in the dance world. And she had never been focused on romance anyway. Then and again, love have taken a backseat to pretty much everything in Talia's life. At almost 22 years old, she had not experienced much in the romance department. A few dates here and there. Not for lack of suitors. Simply because she chose not to make the time. She chose instead to focus on her dance career.
Coming to the studio, she felt like a novice. Like she was five years old all over again, walking into the studio for the first time. A bundle of nerves and excitement, Talia entered the space, and prepared her mind for what was to come.
"You look right at home."
She looked up to see a man entering the studio behind her.
Talia turned to face him.
"They say it's like riding a bike. That you never forget. But I'm not so sure. It's been far too long."
"Well, we will see today. Talia, I presume?"
"Yes."
"Welcome, Talia. I'm Milo."
He extended his hand to meet hers.
Electricity.
A surge ran from her fingertips down the length of her arm, caught her in the center of her chest.
"Milo, great to meet you. It's certainly a pleasure. " The exhilaration made her stumble with her words.
"Let's see what you got." Milo pointed toward the empty space on the dance floor.
She inhaled deeply then sighed. "I'm giving you fair warning. I'm rusty. And that may be an understatement."
Milo circled around her, all the while, his eyes staying trained on her.
"Your body appears to be in much better shape than you give yourself credit. Have you warmed up properly?"
Talia could not help but to notice how gracefully Milo moved. Effortless like he was gliding on air. She wanted to move like that again.
"I could probably stand to stretch some more, now that I think about it."
"My dear, you must stretch and warm up properly. Get your body moving. Make sure your limbs are alert. Your body is a tender but strong machine you must take care of."
She stared at him, into his deep brown eyes. Being this close to Milo was intoxicating. She wondered if he felt the same magnetic force she was experiencing.
"My body is in your hands." As the words came from her lips, she leaned into Milo, waiting.
He took her leg in his hands first. A gentle massage to her calf muscle felt wonderful. She allowed her body to be limber as he took control.
"Your body is a work of art, Talia. Superb. We will get you back under a routine in no time."
Milo was patient, his hands were soft but firmly held her body while she stretched each part of her body.
"Beautiful. I think you are ready now."
The two of them lingered for a moment in the touch. She knew in that moment that it felt as good to him as it did to her.
"I think so." She did a twirl that released her from his touch and she watched his reflection in the mirror on the wall as he walked over to turn on the music. She needed the break. Being so close to him was an immediate turn on.
She could not figure out why. She didn't know anything about Milo. And he was her instructor. There was no way that they could cross any lines. But here she was, mind wandering, body wanting to know what it would feel like if he touched her a certain way. Why was she all of a sudden wanting to know what it would feel like if his lips touched hers?
Talia closed her eyes and willed herself to focus. What was most important right now was her big come back. Dance was her life. She didn't know anything else and did not want to know anything else. She had to get back to what she knew best.
The music began and she could feel the surge in her body, the rush of exhilaration. Once her body started moving, she did not even have to think about what the next move would be. She just moved naturally, fluidly. In her own world for that moment as she danced around the floor, filling the room with her energy. And as she did, she mostly became unaware of the fact that Milo's eyes were glued to her. That he could not take his eyes off of her even if he tried.
She kept moving even after the music stopped. She refused to let the sensation go. Wanting more.
The simple sound of hand claps was her confirmation that her moves were a job well done.
"What do you think?" She took one of the clean, rolled up white towels from the basket near the wall.
Milo did not immediately reply. The way that his eyes bored into her gave her chills.
He did not answer her. Instead he grabbed her by the waist and took her into his arm. She was not prepared for what was next.
2
Gliding around the dance floor was second nature to Talia. S
he knew rhythm and the movement of bodies and cadence so very well.
She wished she knew men as well as she was familiar with dance.
Having a dance partner was not new. Having a dance partner like Milo was unchartered territory. He led her firmly, orchestrating their every movement. She could actually close her eyes and feel comfortable with him.
Her solo dance had been classic ballet movements. Milo had taken them elsewhere. Somewhere she had never been before. And she liked it. Never wanted it to end.
Talia swayed, her body in staccato rhythm with the music, moving in time with Milo. They seemed to be one. She wondered how they could be so in sync when they had never rehearsed. They'd just met.
As he whirled her from one end of the floor to the other, Milo kept his eyes trained on Talia. It was as if he was trying to make sure that she knew that he was relentless. The feel of his soft breath on her neck, the touch of his large hands holding her waist. Secure.
There was a surge of energy that flowed through her that she had never felt before. A heat that was unfamiliar. She wanted more. In that moment. A moment that came to an end too quickly.