by Penny Wylder
I can’t wake her up, not because I’ve got a boner and want to have her help me fix the issue…
Masturbation doesn’t even feel as good anymore, not without her involvement. The night we used my videoconferencing app, and I watched her fuck herself with her favorite toy might go down as the best thing I’ve ever seen. And when I called her at work and dirty talked her until she came… I want to do that again, but with me able to watch her.
“Not helping,” I whine to myself. Thrusting through my grip, I quickly let go and get out of bed. Just jacking off isn’t going to do the trick.
The house is silent as I sneak out to the back deck in just a towel with my tablet under my arm. I set both on the side of the hot tub as I climb in. The built-in lounge chair cradles me, and I let the heat melt away some of my tension.
I pull up the screenshots I’d grabbed of me and Lia, setting them to shuffle through a slideshow on repeat. Somewhere around the fifth picture, with her gorgeous tits taking up most of my screen, my hands drift back to my cock. I press my palms on both sides of my shaft, pretending I’m sliding between those mounds. My fingertips tease the head, and my eyes just start to close when I realize I won’t be able to see her if they do.
When my eyes refocus on the screen, it’s to the image of Lia right after she kicked off her bedsheet and showed me her pussy. I hate knowing she’s like a two-minute walk through the house from me, and I could have her sitting on my face for me to taste that gorgeous cunt of hers.
“She needs her rest,” I tell myself. It doesn’t help the need I feel coursing through my veins.
My hand slides down my shaft, twisting at the head of my cock. I can’t wait until I can rub my dick against her, teasing us both before I thrust it deep inside where I belong. I want to make her beg for me to fuck her.
I look at the screen, seeing Lia’s body arched as she came for me. The small still picture of me in the corner shows my come dribbling over my fist as I reach to click the screenshot button.
“Shit!” I thrust upwards with the burst of pleasure, my hands covering my dick as the come shoots out of me. I close my fingers into fists and wipe my hands on the towel beside me.
I lay there in the dark, just breathing, as the images continue to cycle. Long after the hot tub’s jets have stopped, I finally climb out and return to my bed, alone. Alone for not much longer, I hope.
Lia was gone when I came down from my bedroom the following morning, not that I was surprised. Her lack of response to texts over the weekend, however, did surprise me. I knew she wouldn’t stay long, even if I did manage to wake up before she could sneak out. Lia doesn’t have clothes at my home, and Lia and Tasha don’t have the same sense of style. Even with it being a weekend, Lia likes to be up and dressed, not lounging in the prior day’s clothing. Tasha is flashy and always ready for a party. Lia is… Lia. She can go from painting in her pajamas to a little cocktail dress with heels effortlessly, but it’s modest skirts and oversized blouses that hide her figure which seem to dominate her wardrobe. Given how trim she is, I wonder how long it will take for the pregnancy to show.
Her tits have gotten bigger. Already generous to begin with, the soft flesh strained the neckline of her outfit at the gallery. Even while I talked to my friends and pretended I wasn’t watching Lia, I had toyed with the idea of sneaking into the bathroom and having Lia kneel so that I could slide my cock into the valley between her breasts and fuck them until I came all over her chest.
We weren’t given the chance then, and our tryst at the park was so sudden I didn’t think of anything but being inside her, but nothing could stop us from doing that in the bathroom of my office. All I need to do is set the manual lock on the door, and Lia and I will have all the privacy we could want… What I want now is to fuck her senseless again, either up on the rooftop couch or on my desk. Maybe even the shower.
I make a mental note to get a non-slip liner for the shower. It was only meant for me to use when I couldn’t get home after a trip to the gym, but that doesn’t mean I can’t use it for more now. I am the boss.
The light panel on my phone brightens in time with the chime of Lia entering our office. I picture how she might look when she sees the card and toy on her desk along with the vitamins. Her back is to me, denying me a glimpse of her reaction, but I can be patient. I wait for her to turn around.
Waiting.
Waiting.
More waiting. I give her two minutes to say something, anything, but she refuses to acknowledge the gifts. It’s been more than forty-eight hours since I’ve heard a word from her, and worry creeps up my spine.
Humming, her computer starts up, and Lia bends over with a sigh. Her skirt is halfway to her knees when she reaches for something on the floor, and I jump up from my desk to get whatever it is. “I’m fine, Beck. I’ve got it.” She stands up with her fingers wrapped around a pencil. “Thanks, though,” she adds icily. It’s not the warm reception I anticipated. The gifts are barely visible from inside the drawer where Lia stashes her purse and phone.
“Are you okay?” Thinking she might just be feeling ill, I give her a bit of space when she nods and steps back. “I have a meeting in ten minutes, but I thought we could talk a bit after.” I reach for her but get nothing but a cold shoulder in return. This isn’t the woman I was with in the front of my truck on Thursday night and then planning for a future with on Friday. “Lia?”
“I have to get things started for my day, Beck. You hired me to be your assistant and keep things organized. Jean reminded me that there is a Board of Trustees meeting after lunch, and I promised Donna I’d help her with setting up her presentation.”
I’m glad that the finance assistant is delegating to Lia when needed, but I can’t help but feel that it’s an excuse to avoid me. “Fine.” I bite out the word and turn around, stalking back into my office.
She’s still stiff and professional hours later as we return from the Board of Trustees annual review. As naughty as she once made “Mr. Huntsworth” sound, it’s now just distant and unwelcome.
I usher her in front of me, holding the door as she goes beneath my arm. It quietly closes behind us, and I don’t hide my movement when I flip the manual lock. Only two people have a physical key to the door, and no security clearance can undo it.
“What are you doing?” Lia’s eyes widen as she backs away, hands covering her stomach.
“We’re going to talk, and I don’t want any interruptions. My office, now.” My voice is quiet but firm. She’s mine, and I’ll make sure she knows it in no uncertain terms.
I even close the door to my office and draw the shades down, something I haven’t done in so long there is actually dust on the upper blinds. “Lia,” I start. I pull out a chair for her before continuing, “are you ashamed of our situation?”
Lia glances at the chair but doesn’t sit. She looks a bit green and shakes her head. “No.”
“Have you miscarried?” My body convulses as I force out the words. I don’t even want to think about that level of pain.
“No, Beck.”
“Then what the fuck is it? Why the ice queen routine today?” I don’t get it. When she doesn’t respond, I move behind her, determined to provoke her. I know that she is attracted to me if nothing else. I can use lust to get a response.
Her hair is down today, and I grab a handful hard enough to show I mean it but not enough to hurt her. Pain is not my goal. I force her down over the desk, using my thighs to direct her as I use my grip on her hair to keep her bent down. “Tell me what the hell is going on in your head right now, or I will fuck you right here, right now.” My free hand starts to crumple her skirt upwards, drawing it up her thighs. With her ass only covered by a flimsy scrap of fabric, I palm my erection. “I think you want me to fuck you, Lia.” There’s a wet spot from her pussy, and I trail my finger over the circle. “I think you want my cock inside your pregnant pussy, pounding you until you come. Maybe you want me to tongue fuck you first?” I take out my co
ck and rub it up and down her cleft, separated only by the thin fabric.
“What will it be, Lia: an answer, my cock, or my tongue?” I push aside the fabric and rest the head of my member at her entrance. She’s already so wet I could slide in with no effort.
She thrusts back against the blunt head of my cock, and whines as I pull back. I won’t let it be that easy. I hiss as she groans, teasing both of us as I deny us the coupling we want. “Tsk, tsk, my love. I asked you a question.” As incentive, I give her just the head, sinking into her heat and locking my legs to keep me from burying myself all the way inside.
“No, dammit!” she yells. “I’m not ashamed and I haven’t lost our baby.” She tries to back onto me, to force me deeper, but I tighten my grip and don’t let her. The navy fabric of her underwear digs into the edge of her swollen labia, and it sets off the glistening pink lips as if it’s one of her pretty paintings.
“Then what is wrong?” I touch her, my fingers seeking more of her wetness and spreading it from clit to her tight ass and back again. For a moment, I wonder if she would let me fuck her ass, and I tease her there with a wet fingertip, sliding back down to her vagina and then clit. I pinch it between my fingers, flicking the nubbin until she cries out in pleasure.
She is breathless as she sobs my name. “I can’t tell you. I promised!” Lia wrenches free of my grip and arches her hips, finds my cock, and sinks herself onto me.
I’m home when I’m inside her. Tight, hot, and so wet, she stretches around me and moves in time with my heartbeat. It’s magic.
She’s there with me, promising that she wants me, wants our baby, and begging me to make her come. Despite being hard for what felt like the entire weekend, I didn’t jacked off at all, and I’m about ready to explode just from teasing her. I thrust harder, wanting to find the angle that made her climax hands-free on our first time. Lia makes these little whines that are so fucking hot, begging for more with each push of my cock in her. I can feel her getting close: the lifting of her hips each time to keep me inside her a bit longer, the wet heat tensing around me before she arches her back…She flails her arms when she comes and the picture frame of Tasha goes clattering to the floor. We both freeze, waiting to hear the glass break, but it doesn’t. My daughter still smiles up at us from the frame, unfazed by the hard fucking just inches from where the phone resided.
Lia moves away from me, and my cock bobs free, hanging between us as she fixes her clothing. “I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me quickly. “We can talk then. I just…” She stops and shakes her head. “Just give me some time. Okay?”
I zip my pants and sit down at my desk, trying to figure out up from down. Ruffled from more than the sex, I’m too bereft to even have blue balls over her departure. I can’t answer her, even as I listen to Lia fight with the door. I hear it open at last, and it catches on the lock without closing. I’ll go home soon and fix the door on my way. It’s not like I could be worth any good here today. Not now with the smell of sex heavy in the air and her scent all over me.
I shut down my computer and tidy up the papers we shoved out of our way. Seeing the picture of Tasha alone couldn’t have caused Lia to run, could it? Did she tell her dad already and he’s upset? Is she losing the baby, despite saying she wasn’t, and can’t tell me? Panic has me pulling out my waistband and checking my softening dick for any signs of spotting. Finding none, I zip up and try to feel relief over that small favor.
“You look sad.” Jean is leaning against my doorjamb, her lab coat open to show a white sheath dress beneath that is more lingerie than work appropriate clothing. “Can I help?”
Remembering the latch and how it would prevent the door from being locked, I sigh and shake my head. At least Jean didn’t catch me with my pants down. “I just have a lot on my mind.” Pushing my laptop into its bag, I close the latches and stand. “What can I do for you, Jean? Lia has already left for the day.” There’s nothing I can think of that I owe her department. The party planning is underway, and my part of it is taken care of.
“You could let me turn that frown upside down, Beck.” She crosses the space between us with an overexaggerated sway of her hips on each step. “You’ve been alone too long. You need a woman.” Her crimson tipped nails draw my eyes down as she grasps the bottom hem and lifts it up. “And I need a real man. That husband of mine is more concerned with his leech of a daughter than he is with my needs.” She’s bare beneath.
Livid at how she would make such an advance on me—her boss—and while married, I shove her away from me. “No, Jean. You’re married, and I am not interested. Go and don’t come back like this ever again. I’ll let this lapse in your judgement go for Lia’s sake and for the fact that you are a valuable employee. But you and me? We are never going to happen. Now get out.” I can’t bring myself to call for security; I don’t want that debacle. I just want to get home and think about Lia. I’m too worried about her and our baby for anyone else to matter right now.
6
Lia
It’s hard to hide my news and how awful my day went when I call Tasha. Keeping it to myself is like swallowing bile repeatedly, burning with each word. She needs me, though. I owe it to Tasha to give her my undivided attention. Tomorrow, I’ll deal with Beck and trying to focus on him, on us, but now is for his daughter.
Or one of his daughters, if I’m having a girl. My hand drops to my stomach at the thought, and I imagine what he or she is like. I haven’t dared so much as look at a pregnancy site for fear of Jean or my dad walking in and catching me.
“So, I’m like seven weeks along.”
I long to tell her “me too!” but keep my mouth shut as she continues.
“It’s too early to tell anyone according to the book Chris got at the library. They suggest waiting until after the first trimester, which is like twelve weeks, in case…” Her voice trails off in a sad whimper, and the tears I had just managed to get her to stop crying start up again.
“You’re fine, Tasha,” I promise her. “And your baby is fine right now. Have you called your doctor?”
Her voice is shaky, but after blowing her nose she is able to form understandable sentences again. “She won’t see me until after next week when I miss a second period.” I know if I told Beck that Tasha needed in to see the doctor, he would make it happen… I can’t out her like that, though. She deserves the chance to tell him on her own terms.
“What does Chris think about everything?” He can’t be as excited as Beck. I steal a glance at my purse where the card and toy are hidden. I shouldn’t have acted like that toward Beck, but he caught me so off-guard. I don’t know how long I can keep this a secret from him. “Is Chris scared?” We’re all so young.
“Not really. He’s worried about money of course, but we’re looking into the possibility of me moving in with him before the baby comes. He lives above the shop where he works, and he has been brought on as a full time mechanic.” Tasha doesn’t sound as if she’s sure that’s what she wants, to live with all that noise, but her love for him is stronger than her uncertainty. “I think we’re going to drive out to Vegas and elope,” she admits.
Stunned, I lean back in my papasan until it almost flips. “You-you-you-bitch! You would just abandon me here to go get married without me? I thought I was your best friend!” I’m mostly teasing, but the sting of her admission pains me. “I am so unloved!” I pout, sulking until she backpedals.
“Okay. Okay, Lia. If we go to elope, you can come too. Just don’t tell my dad. I know he’s privy to like all your secrets now that you’re his secretary—not those secrets, I hope. Oh, God! I need the brain bleach. Lia, no playing naughty secretary and powerful CEO with my dad. I don’t even want to think about him doing anything. He’s so old! Yuck!”
She doesn’t see him the way I do: his passion and intelligence, the muscular strength that gives him the physical power to do all that he dreams, the way he moves… My whole body tightens whe
n I think about how Beck moves.
The two of us begin giddily planning her wedding, even if it’s nothing more than an Elvis impersonator and the three of us on a road trip. I’ll be there for her throughout the entire pregnancy, and with luck, she’ll return the favor. “Have you been sick often?” I ask. I long to tell her that we’re sharing this experience, but I can’t do that yet. Over the phone is not the way to spring that kind of knowledge.
My door flies open, bounces off the wall, and hits Jean on the arm as she steps into my room. “I’ve gotta go.” I end the call without explanation to Tasha. “How much did you hear?” If Jean goes to Beck, Tasha would be devastated for him to learn about her pregnancy that way.
She grins at me, lips twisted into a vicious facsimile of a smile. “Enough. It’s not why I was listening, but it’s definitely bonus information.” Jean closes my bedroom door and leans back against it, voice so soft it’s hard to hear her. “I’m not stupid, Lia. I’ve been paying attention, and I know something is up with you and Beck. You’re too lazy to keep a full time job this long without screwing the boss.” Venom drips from her words, and I can’t help but flinch at the insinuations she makes.
Jean reaches for the box of tissues beside my bed and throws it at me. “I saw you leave with tears in your eyes today. Poor little rich girl can’t cut it in the real world again and has to make some moves on the boss to try and keep her job? Is that it?”
She slips to the floor and kneels in front of me, one pointed, manicured fingernail directed at me. “Beck has been acting as if some slut was distracting him.” She spits out the word slut as if she prefers it to my name.
Anger stuns me; I just don’t know how to answer the accusations. She’s right, I mean, about Beck and me being together, but not for the reasons she suspects. “Jean, no; it’s not like that,” I start to say. I get up and try to defend myself, wiping away tears of frustration as I get berated anytime I pause to catch my breath.