by April Fire
“I wish,” his eyebrow jerked up into an arch, and I knew what he was thinking -- because I was thinking the exact same thing. I couldn’t deny it, there was a heat between us, a heat that both of us had done our best to ignore since the day David asked me out back in sophomore year.
Jones regarded me for a moment before throwing back his scotch in one motion, the liquid disappearing into his mouth. His mouth. I remembered it against my pussy, the sensation of his heat against me suddenly vivid in my memory. Fuck, I needed him. I needed him.
I was sitting opposite him, perched on the edge of the leather seat, and found that I was leaning towards him without my knowing. He was still standing, but he soon paced over to me and placed himself down in the seat next to mine. The gap closed between us, it was all I could do not to stare at his lips, fighting the urge to run my finger along his sharp jawline, to feel the stubble beneath my fingertip…
I straightened up and shifted back from him, the sound of the leather squeaking under my ass breaking the loaded silence between us. He laughed softly, and I had to remind myself what I was doing here. Tell him. Tell him now.
“Jones, look, there’s something I need to tell you...”
“Oh, yeah?” He grinned at me and leaned forward, as though confident he knew what was coming next. “What’s that?”
I did my best to ignore him, I honestly did. I wanted to tell him what was going on and be done with it. But after the stress of the last few weeks, the constant reminders that my life was going to change forever, I needed to have some fun. And he was offering plenty of it.
I leaned towards him, caught his face in my hands, and planted a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. He smelt like scotch and rain, his scent rich and full and filling my senses at once; I shivered. The plane was just leaving the ground as I pulled back, staring at him, fearing that I’d overstepped my boundaries- but he was regarding me with a look of complete and utter lust. My hands were still resting on his jaw, and I traced my finger down one side of it, just as I’d imagined. Yeah, we were doing this, baby or no baby.
He moved so quickly that I barely had time to think about what was happening, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me on to his lap-I parted my legs and straddled him as if on instinct, and could feel his cock growing hard beneath me as soon as I let myself down. He brushed the hair from my face and kissed me, hard, his tongue slipping into my mouth and parting my lips. I gripped his hair in my fists, tugging lightly so I could pull his head back and get all the access I needed to his gorgeous mouth.
He ran his hands up my back, peeling up the back of my t-shirt- I lifted my hands up so he could take it off and he did so, tossing it quickly aside. He pressed his face into my breasts, breathing deeply as if reminding himself of my scent, but I had other plans.
I quickly slid down between his legs, hooking my fingers around the waistband of his jeans and peering up at him seductively as I pulled them down his legs. I massaged his cock through his boxers for a moment, cupping his length in my hand and watching as his mouth slowly dropped open.
Then, as though I was unwrapping a Christmas gift, I peeled off his underwear and cast them aside next to his pants, exposing him completely. He was barefoot, completely naked from the waist down, and I found the sight of his feet oddly sexy. Or maybe it was just that I found every single little thing about this guy outrageously hot.
Gripping the base of his erection, I lowered my mouth on to his cock, flickering my tongue against the head before I enveloped him completely. His toes curled, and he let his head drop back as I took him as deep as I could, making up the few inches of difference by lifting my mouth with my hand. He felt phenomenal in my mouth, strong and hard and thick, and I was reminded of exactly how he felt when he penetrated me for the first time. I closed my eyes and went to work, swirling my tongue up the bottom of his cock and slowly bobbing my head up and down.
I would have been quite happy to keep going until he came (and then have him return the favor of course), but after a few minutes of appreciative groans from his end, he tucked his hands beneath my armpits and pulled me back on top of him.
“You need to be naked,” he murmured in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “Right now.”
It sounded like an order and one that I was all too happy to obey. I got to my feet and, keeping eye contact with him the entire time, began to slowly peel my clothes off, tossing aside my jeans and socks and slowly starting in on my panties and my bra till I was completely naked in front of him. The feeling of his eyes on me was intoxicating, the knowledge that I was turning him on as much as I was.
I could see his cock twitch with excitement as I turned coyly away to slip off my panties, wiggling my ass back and forth for his viewing pleasure before I turned back to give him the full-frontal view. I had no idea where this level of confidence had come from - maybe I’d had it in me all along, or maybe he just brought it out in me -- but I liked it. And, judging from the look on his face, so did he.
He'd long since cast aside his shirt when he got to his feet and strode over to me, so when he wrapped his arms around me, I could revel in the feeling of our hot skin next to each other’s. It felt good -- familiar yet thrillingly new. Before I had a chance to think, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me over to a small table that sat in the corner of the plane, then laid me out on it. The cool wood made me shiver -- or maybe that was just the look in his eyes when he knelt down between my legs and pressed his mouth against my pussy.
My back arched off the table at once, my eyes closing so I could focus in on the feelings coursing through my system as his tongue flicked out against my clit. He sealed his lips around the entirety of my pussy, sucking gently for a few seconds, before centering on my sensitive labia and my slit.
Fuck me, he was incredible. I couldn’t hold back a loud groan of pleasure, and briefly wondered how much the pilot could hear, before putting that thought from my mind and staying focused on the glorious pleasure he was bringing me at that moment.
I wasn’t sure how long he went down on me for -- it could have been a few minutes, or it could have been a few hours. I was long-lost to the pleasure of it, too taken over to give time much thought. I was inching closer and closer to an orgasm but then, just as I found myself on the edge, he pulled back.
“Huh?” I sat up, eyes wide and demanding.
“I want to feel you come,” Jones murmured, quickly fumbling in his discarded jeans for a condom. A wave of arousal shivered up and down my spine and I lay back and parted my legs as he sheathed himself. I eyed him hungrily -- Jesus, they didn’t make them like this very often. He strode back over to me, took one of my legs, and draped it over his shoulder. Leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on my cheek, he positioned himself at my entrance and then, finally, entered me.
I came almost as soon as I felt him inside me, that feeling of fantastic fullness washing over me once more. My pussy grasped for his cock as he thrust inside of me, and I dipped my head back, my chest heaving, as the pleasure of it tore through my body. I had never come like that before in my life, never found myself truly able to give myself up to the pleasure of a situation with that much readiness. Yes, the truth was still hanging between us and I would need to tell him what was going on at some point or another, but in that second, not one thing mattered to me other than fucking this man in that moment.
When my eyes flipped open again, I found myself staring up at him. His gaze was heavy and full as he moved inside me, taking his time, as if determined for me to eke every inch of pleasure that I could from this orgasm. Call it my giving nature, but all I wanted then was to feel him come inside me. And not to linger on the fact that it was exactly what had gotten us into this situation in the first place.
“Come for me,” I murmured, reaching up and touching his cheek lightly. “Please. I want to feel you.”
That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed, picking up his pace and fucking me hard for a few seconds before he paused, fr
oze, and came deep within me. The moment was perfect. The look on his face, the way his cock moved inside me when he finished, the way his hand tightened on my hip just a little. I could have happily stayed in that moment for a long time -- but then, he pulled out, and I was dumped firmly back into reality.
Chapter Four
When we arrived in the city, Jones turned to me as I was slipping my shirt back on over my head.
“You want to grab some dinner?” He asked, and I shrugged.
“Why not?”
“I know this great place across town,” he flashed me a smile, and eyed my body as I dressed myself. “Though I’m tempted to take you straight back to my place.”
“Hey, you’ve got to at least buy me dinner first,” I joked, and he shrugged.
“Whatever the lady wants!”
Before I knew it, we were in a taxi to a Thai place that Jones insisted I would love. We sat in silence on the ride over, both of us enjoying our secret little smiles as we thought about what had gone down on the plane. I knew I should have told him by now, but first -- dinner. That would be perfect. Somewhere neutral, safe, somewhere he couldn’t freak out too badly. It would be perfect.
When we arrived, I was stunned to see a cluster of photographers waiting outside the place.
“Who’s in there do you think?” I craned my neck excitedly, hoping I might catch a glimpse of a supermodel or a movie star.
“Uh, they’re probably here for me,” Jones shrugged sheepishly. I raised my eyebrows.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, come on,” he offered me his arm. “Let’s just be quick about this and not give them anything to talk about.”
I wrapped my arms around myself and kept my head down as Jones hustled me past the photographers and into the restaurant. Their cameras were flashing, making me blink uncomfortably, and I wondered who had tipped them off to us arriving.
“Fuck, that was awful,” I shook my head, and turned to see the crowd of paparazzi still waiting for us. Would my child have to put up with this?
“You want to just go back to mine?” Jones suggested. “We can get some takeout, and no-one will be trying to take our picture.”
“That sounds perfect,” I agreed, and let out a sigh of relief. Jones quickly ordered us some food which was rustled up in a matter of minutes, and then we headed back out the door and hailed a taxi before heading back to his place.
I gaped as we arrived outside the building he lived in.
“You live here?” I exclaimed, and he looked up at the building and shrugged.
“Yeah,” he nodded at a doorman, who quickly opened up the giant glass door to let us both in. “On the top floor.”
“The penthouse?”
“Damn right,” he flashed me a cocky smile and I couldn’t help but grin back. “Come on, let’s get up there- I’m freaking starving my ass off over here.”
As soon as we got upstairs, Jones pulled a couple of plates from the cupboard and we went to town on our food. I had worked up a fair appetite with all that fucking, and now I was eating for two. The thought reminded me that I still hadn’t told him, that I was running short on excuses for not having done so. I took a deep breath and turned to Jones as I hovered a chunk of satay chicken a few inches from my lips, but before I could speak, he cut in.
“So, you made it to this part of the city before?”
And with that, I was all too happy for the conversation to head down an entirely different route. Yeah, I was being cowardly, but who could blame me? I was terrified, terrified that I was going to ruin his life, that he was going to reject me and hate me forever. That I would be forced into single motherhood rather than choosing it for myself.
I ate hungrily and let him tell me about everywhere he loved in the city, why he had moved away from our hometown and how little he missed it. He told me how hard he had worked in college to get where he was.
And then, when I could listen no longer without it being weird, he turned his questions on me- asking about how I got into my job, what I had done and where I had been in the years since I had last seen him. Compared to him, my life seemed so shockingly dull, but he made me feel as though I was the most fascinating woman he’d ever met. But then, he’d always had that skill.
By the end of the evening, we were curled up on the couch with tea, reminiscing on old times together, all the shit we’d got up to in high school, and how deviant and ground-breaking it seemed at the time.
How silly and generic it came across in retrospect. But it felt surprisingly good to just talk to him, and I found myself comparing him to how he’d been back in high school, and how I found him now.
Before I knew it, a few days had passed and neither of us had made any noise about me going home. I knew I was pushing my luck, but he seemed happy to have me around and I still needed to pluck up the courage to tell him what was going on with the baby.
I knew it wasn’t fair of me to hold back on him, that I should have been open and honest as soon as I saw him, but…I was falling for him. I was developing a crush on him as fierce as the one I’d had when I first met him back in high school, but this time, I could actually do something about it.
And yeah, I knew hooking up with him and keeping things casual probably wasn’t the best way to lead up to announcing that I was pregnant, but it gave me a chance to get to know him as he was now, as opposed to the thoughtless jock I’d been acquainted with way back in high school. He had some time off from the season, and we hadn’t made a point of leaving the apartment in a week. I was glad for the privacy, and even more glad for the distraction of his company.
“You don’t mind me staying a little, do you?” I asked tentatively one morning, after the two of us woke up together, his arm draped over my waist. “It won’t be forever.”
“Not at all,” he shrugged. “I know what they can be like back in Gravesville, don’t worry. You need some time away.”
“Thanks,” I smiled at him nervously. Tell him. Tell him now.
“Besides, you do pay your rent in the most pleasing manner.” He came around the counter and put his arms around my waist, planting a kiss on my neck. I nuzzled against him without thinking, not letting myself linger on how much of a couple we were starting to become. He took a deep breath and leaned away from me, and I turned to look at him.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Can I ask you something?” He cocked his head at me.
“Sure.”
“We’re not…we’re not serious, are we?” He confirmed, his eyes widening with nervousness.
I shook my head.
“No, we’re just having fun,” I shrugged, feeling my scalp prickle a little with worry. “Why do you ask?”
“I…” He trailed off, and I stared at him, eyebrows raised, until he continued. “I’m seeing someone else.”
“What?” I jumped away from him.
“It’s nothing serious!” He protested. “I just thought you should know!”
“Who is she?”
“She’s just someone I know through work. He held his hands up. “Why does it bother you so much? I thought we weren’t serious!”
“We’re not!” I yelled, not intending to be as loud as I was. “But…fuck, you could have told me, you know?”
“I know, I know,” he conceded. “But I wasn’t sure what you saw this as, I didn’t want to disappoint you.” “Come on, Jones, I’m not a child,” I spat at him. “You need to give me some fucking credit!”
I went to the bedroom, and started gathering my things. Jones followed, his brow furrowed.
“What are you doing? Are you leaving?”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of you dating half the city,” I shot back. I knew it was harsh, but I just…I expected him to be more open about this kind of stuff. I deserved that much, didn’t I?
“Kyra, come on!” He protested. “I’m being honest with you, I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“It is a big deal, alrigh
t?” I spat in his direction, my voice so full of vitriol that he quietened down. “Because I didn’t come here to just…fuck you.”
“Then what? What did you come here for?” He demanded, throwing his arms in the air.
Was I really going to tell him? Like this? While my emotions were whooshing about the place so hard I could barely keep them in check?
“I’m pregnant,” I felt tears pricking my eyes as I turned to him. “And the baby’s yours.”
Chapter Five
“What in the hell are you talking about?” Jones’ eyes widened at once.
“I’m pregnant,” I closed my eyes, the words I was saying finally sinking in. “And it’s yours.”
“That can’t be right,” he shook his head, never taking his eyes from mine. “We used a condom, every time, we were so careful.”
“Not careful enough, apparently,” I shot back, feeling the enormity of the situation overwhelm me like a tidal wave.
“Are you sure it isn’t David’s?” He asked. “It has to be. I mean, you guys have had--“
“It isn’t,” I shook my head. “He-we didn’t have sex for a couple of months before the wedding. We were saving it. We wanted it to be…special.”
As soon as those words came out of my mouth, it seemed like Jones finally accepted what was happening. And that he was pretty damn angry about it.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?” He demanded, pacing back and forth next to the bed. “If that’s why you came here, why did you let me…do all that stuff?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why did you let us do all the dating stuff if you had to tell me this?” He pressed me. “I mean, all this time, you’ve been acting normal, and--” “I wanted to have a chance to actually get to know you,” I replied, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at him.
“So you’re keeping it?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I am.”
“And you want me to, what, pay for it or something?” He stared at me.
“I wanted to give you the chance to be in this baby’s life,” I explained. “It seemed fair. I mean, you would have wanted to know, right?”