She had figured he would fall for her advances, as he always had before. Not many men had turned her down and never one that she had been with before. Usually if Marla was intimate with a man, she would have a hold on him whenever she wanted to use it. Rick did not seem to be affected anymore and she wondered if she just had to get his body on the wagon. She figured his brain would come around if she could get his cock where she wanted him. Having been with Rick several years in college, she knew that he slept like a rock. What was once a joke among them would now be the weapon she would use against him.
As she crept down the dark hallway, she also remembered something else that she had liked about Rick’s sleeping habits. He never wore pajamas and very rarely would he wear boxers. Rick also hated to be covered up and usually slept on top of the comforter. It used to drive her crazy, but as she slowly pushed his door open, she was thankful for his quirks.
Rick was asleep and he snored lightly into the silent room. She waited for a moment, to make sure that he hadn’t heard her. When he didn’t move or respond, she shut the door behind her and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness in the room. He was lying there as she remembered. Rick was on his back, naked and uncovered. Her eyes feasted on his hard body for several minutes before she started to walk forward.
Marla stood over the bed and her eyes went to the soft meat nestled in curls of dark hair. It looked so innocent lying there as it did, but she knew the truth. She knew that he was full of dominate lust that could and had taken her breath away. Rick was intense and there had been several times that he had overwhelmed her with his fat cock inside of her. He liked it how she did, hard and fast, without asking permission. The longer she stared at it, the more she felt a moistening in her panties.
Deciding that she should be as naked as he was, she stepped out of her panties and unhooked her bra. She was not very large on top, but her slim breasts matched the rest of her petite body. Marla rubbed her own pussy for a few moments, transferring fluid around to make her pussy nice and slick. She was already ready for him and he wasn’t even hard yet. As she played in between her thighs, her eyes watched his face to see if he was in fact asleep. There was no reaction from her close-quarter masturbation, so she went further by slipping one of her fingers inside of herself. She stifled the moan that begged to escape and her body moved closer to the edge of the bed on its own volition.
Marla crawled onto the bed quietly, moving slow as not to let him feel the displacement of weight. She paused several times before she straddled his lower legs and her mouth was mere inches from his sleeping giant. She blew on it softly and watched it twitch a little with the stimulation. She grinned to herself, knowing that even if Rick resisted their past, his cock seemed to remember her quite well. Marla moved closer to him and waited for any sign of movement. She did not want to be disturbed before she could get him fully hard.
Her mouth opened and her tongue came out to lick the smooth head. It lurched underneath her and she could not wait any longer to take him fully into her hot mouth. She was able to take him in all the way in his soft state, though as her tongue slid along the underneath of his shaft he started to grow. His cock had always been quick to come to alert and her body still missed the way he could go over and over again. Where most men would need time, he could get hard before he pulled out or never even go down at all. She had used to call him a freak of nature, but as she had dated throughout the years since she left him, she missed it so much.
Marla was soon gagging softly on his hardened length poking against the back of her throat. She could already taste the salty discharge of his sleeping lust and was almost tempted to just jump on him and hold on. A shiver ran through her body, ending in her slippery center. She pulled him out of her mouth, while her fingers crept to her own need. Her fingers were wet with the first touch and she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan that creeped out from between her lips.
“Oh Rick.”
Marla’s long, blonde hair fell across her back and teased at her perky nipples. Her free hand went to one of her nipples and she swirled her finger around it, much like her finger was doing to her clit. She pressed her fingers on herself finally and felt a tightening in the pit of her stomach. Her glazed eyes looked back at his cock standing straight up in front of her and she leaned back down to take him into her mouth. She sucked harder and was making her presence more known. Marla was so turned on that she had not even considered what would happen when he woke up.
As she bobbed faster on his cock, his pre-cum filled her throat as the end pressed against the back of her throat. She heard Rick grunt below her and she noticed his eyes were still closed, but his face was no longer calm. His hips started to thrust up and he moaned a name. The name was not the one that Marla wanted to hear and she decided that she really needed to hurry up before he woke up.
Marla slipped over him higher than before. She lined him up to her weeping center and saw his eyes open. She slid down quickly and refused to see the true meaning in the depth of his look when he realized that it was not a dream he was having. Her pussy stretched with his long length and she couldn’t help the low moan that escaped her lips. He felt amazing and she closed her eyes.
***
Marla was on top of him, positioned above his hard cock. Rick’s eyes blinked to clear the fog from his brain. He couldn’t believe his eyes and could not stop the petite blonde from impaling herself on his hard cock. She cried out and the sound made him still as he became wide awake. The hot, wetness that enveloped him was heavenly, but it just wasn’t right.
Rick was shocked to find Marla on him, though he watched in a detached view as she moved up and down a couple of times on top of him. His hips did not move and he finally realized what was going on. His body did not want him to stop it, but he knew he had to.
“Marla? Get the fuck off of me. You’re some kind of crazy. I'm engaged to be married for God’s sake! What is wrong with you?”
Rick pushed the slow-moving woman off of him, his eyes on the wetness that coated his thickness as she got off of him. It was not Meeka’s and for that, he was disappointed. He was having a wonderful dream and Meeka was there loving him, but when he pushed his fingers through Marla’s hair, he had known it wasn’t her. The idea of her mouth on his, no matter how skilled she was, was distasteful at best. He had realized it all too late though and Marla was able to climb on top of him. His cock was covered with her juices.
“Come on Rick. You know you want me. I can see it in your eyes.”
Rick covered himself and asked her to leave his room. She smiled like he was joking until his eyes met hers and she could see he was not. Marla expected him to be a little angry, though she had not expected him to make her stop or leave. He was supposed to be so entranced with her honey hole that he would forget all about Meeka and their baby.
“You’re so uptight now Rick, what’s happened to you? You used to love when I’d give you head, wake you up with it and then slide down on this fat cock. Look at you, you’re still rock hard. You still want it.”
Marla convinced herself with her own words and tried to re-straddle the man and take what she wanted. He wouldn’t be able to deny her if she could just get back on top of him. Rick pushed her back with a firm hand. His blue eyes were lustful, but there was something inside of him that was trying to block those feelings. He needed sex, but not from her.
“We had some good times Marla, but I love Meeka. We never loved each other and I don’t even think you are capable of loving someone. It was just good, convenient sex Marla, that’s all it was. It was also a long damn time ago.”
Marla was affronted by his comments and she came forward to slap him on his face. His jaw tightened and his blue eyes frosted over as the slap rang in the air. A red handprint almost immediately started to cover the right side of his face. Rick could not believe that she had actually struck him. She had in the past, but it had been several years since he had been involved with such an unhinged woman. Marla had app
arently been the reason that he stayed away from crazy women and craved more stable ones in their stead.
“Just leave Marla. Go call a cab and get a hotel room somewhere, I don’t care. You seemed to have sobered up quite nicely. You have caused enough stress in my life, now and back then. I see you now as you are, a plague that spreads misery wherever you go. You really had me believing what you said. I should have known better. I should have known that you were saying all of those things to get us back together. We will never be together and even if you ruined it for me and Meeka, I still wouldn’t want your crazy ass. Meeka is a real woman and you are just a spoiled little girl.”
Marla made an indignant sound as she stomped out of the room. She couldn’t believe that he had talked to her like that and she grabbed one of his ties on the way out. She also took a couple pictures before she left the house, one of Rick who was on the bed with his cock in the air and turned away from her. There was nothing like a woman scorned and the moment he refused her, he gained an enemy. Marla wanted to make sure that Rick did not get his precious Meeka. He didn’t deserve a happy ending.
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Rick looked down at himself and sighed. His cock was raging. He needed relief, but knew that not even Marla would be enough to slack his thirst. All he wanted was Meeka, but because of Marla, he may never have the chance again. The familiar hard knot in his throat had to be swallowed hard and he lied back in his bed and let his cock soften up. Just the thought of losing her was enough to kill his want. If Meeka found out about what had just happened, she would never forgive him. Rick stayed up for the rest of the night, not back at ease until he heard his downstairs door slam and a car pull away from his front drive. He hoped that it was over with the woman, but he had a feeling that his trouble with Marla had just begun. He was not so blind, as to not see the way she had looked when she left. Marla had looked at him with pure hate. A look that had made him shake inside, as if he was cold.
***
Meeka answered the buzzer and when no one answered, she forgot about the issue. It had been a couple of weeks since she had slipped with Johnny and Meeka was trying to find a way to talk to Rick. They had spoken once that afternoon and she had agreed to meet him at one of their favorite restaurants. He had suggested the little seafood restaurant they had went to for their first date. Meeka knew what he was trying to do and she knew that when she went there, she was going to get all of those feelings of that night back. It had been a magical night and it was the night that she had started to fall in love with him.
Her son was over at a friend’s house, so after Meeka dressed sexy for her burgeoning size, she started out the door. When she got down to outside door, she noticed an envelope sticking out of her mailbox with no stamp or return address. It just simply had her own first name and she did not recognize the handwriting. She thought for a moment it may be from Rick, but it wasn’t like the few letters and cards he had given to her.
She opened it as she was walking to her car to meet him. When she pulled the contents out, she stood dead in her tracks. There were several full-size photos, as well as Rick’s tie in the envelope. Her eyes were stuck on Rick’s large cock and naked body. There was no one else in the picture, but it did not take long for Meeka to think along the lines of who took the picture. A note was on the top with the same handwriting that was on the outside of the envelope.
“Just thought you might want this back.”
It was the tie that she had bought him for his birthday that was in the envelope. The pattern was unique and she had immediately recognized what it was. She put it to her nose and smelled Rick and another distinct female smell.
Determined, she pushed everything back into the envelope and marched the rest of the way to her car. She fought back more tears as she drove. It was not like they were together and he was at fault, though the idea of them being intimate was bad enough. The worst part of it all was the way that the woman taunted her. It drove her mad. Why was Rick still calling her when he was obviously so wrapped up in his ex? Meeka could not answer that question and she was determined to get one. She knew that they would be in each other’s lives, so it seemed like a lot of things needed to be hashed out.
The valet parked her car and the hostess took her back to Rick, at their table in the very back. His bright eyes and smile stopped her. Meeka looked down as she sat across from him, skipping the chair closest to him for one that gave her a little more space. Rick noted the decision, but did not say anything as she ordered.
“So how are you?”
It was such an innocent question, with an ambiguous answer as well.
“I’m fine, how are you?”
“I miss you.”
Meeka narrowed her eyes and was about to say something before the server came back with her drink. She thanked the woman she had come to know quite well and waited patiently for her to leave.
“How is our son and Malik?”
“He’s fine. They think it will be another week or two. I will call and let you know when I go in labor. I'm sure your doctor friends will tell you anyways. Malik doesn’t understand and misses you.”
“I miss him too. I don’t want to find out from them Meeka.”
“Well there is a lot of things that are unwanted, yet still there.”
Meeka stopped herself and regrouped.
“I will call you okay?”
Rick’s jaw clamped down. Meeka was being aloof and it was obvious she was not too happy to be there. In all her anger though, he ached to be near her, even if she was mad. Her brown eyes flashed emotions and her skin glowed. He had missed it all and did not want to miss anything else.
“Why don’t you come home Meeka?”
Meeka smiled a false smile as the waitress came back with their order. They were always fast during lunch. Meeka stopped the server and handed her the plate, asking if she could make it to-go. Looking back at Rick, she pulled the envelope out of her pocket and pushed it in front of him.
“Your house seems quite busy as of late. You're single though and so am I. You're not the only one who can find distractions. We have both moved on, so why worry about it now? Why pretend that you actually care?”
“Meeka, I don’t know what you're talking about. You’ve moved on?”
Rick’s hands opened the envelope, while his eyes pleaded with hers.
“What is this?”
“You tell me.”
Rick’s eyes looked down at the tie and then the top picture. The note was in handwriting that he knew well and the picture was of him in a very delicate position. He knew exactly when the picture was taken and he met her eyes, no words coming out to explain. How could he? She would never believe him, as she shouldn’t. It was an unbelievable circumstance. Marla was an unbelievable bitch.
The waitress brought the bill and the small container. Meeka stood up and thanked her, putting the bill back on the table.
“You got this, right?”
Rick’s blue eyes met hers and he nodded his head, numb. Holding her stomach for a moment, she turned around and walked as confidently as she could out of the restaurant. She refused to embarrass herself any further and left before she made a scene. She wanted to make a scene, to scream and rail against him, but it was of no use. There were sharp pains in her stomach as she waited for her car. She rubbed the side of her stomach again, convinced that she just needed to lie down and everything would somehow work itself out.
Chapter 13
Rick looked down at the pictures in the envelope. He flipped them over when the server brought him another drink. He was still trying to figure out how everything had all went so wrong. Marla came to mind and he gritted his teeth. Leaving his plate untouched, he threw a few bills on the table and walked out with Marla’s mess in his hands. She had gone to a whole new level of evil and he couldn’t believe that he was with her for so long. He blamed it on his youth and wished it hadn’t interfered with his present and future life so much. That particular mistake seemed to haunt
him.
***
Meeka got home and went to lie down. She was having cramps and figured it was the stress of seeing Rick. She had felt those same feelings, the ones he hoped to conjure with his choice of location, but she did not foresee the suffocating pain in her chest either. Meeka had always prided herself on being strong, but she didn’t feel strong anymore. She felt like there was nothing she could do to change it.
Rubbing her stomach didn’t seem to help, so she went and took a hot shower. After she got out, she wasn’t feeling any better, so she called her mother to watch Malik the rest of the day. She drove the next town over to their hospital, not wanting to run into one of Rick’s co-workers or him.
She checked herself in and figured that she was just having practice contractions, as she had before. The pain worsened and she felt the familiar pressure, knowing the time was then. The labor was different then before and right afterwards, Meeka passed out from loss of blood. She looked over once at her perfect son and saw his face that was so much like his father’s, before everything went black.
***
“Meeka? Are you okay my love?”
Meeka’s eyes fluttered open and Rick’s face was above hers. His blue eyes were watery and his features held a palpable pain. With a muddled head, she looked around and saw the machine hooked to her. She was in a different room and it took her a minute to remember why she was there.
“Carter?”
“He is fine. He is perfect my dove, just like you.”
Meeka smiled despite the gnawing pain in her abdomen. She looked down and saw no more blood, just clean white sheets and the man she loved next to her. She almost forgot for a moment why she was even mad. She didn’t want to be mad anymore, she just wanted it to all work out like it was supposed to.
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