I put my hand on top of the comforter where I’m guessing her head is and I guide her as I thrust into her mouth. She exploits every spot she finds. Fuck, I’m just an instrument and she’s playing me like a pro. I don’t give a shit who she is at this point, if she wants to stay under the sheets all night and suck me off over and over, I’ll let her.
All at once, I feel my orgasm build. I groan and curse as I come in her mouth. I don’t know how she’s going to swallow my load and I don’t feel her swallow. She just moans and releases me.
I push the blanket off her and flick on the light. It’s the brunette from earlier. The same one that nearly threw a temper tantrum when I’d come out of the bathroom with Paige. I smirk at her as she watches me expectantly.
“You have my full attention now, sweetheart,” I assure her.
I don’t want to spoil the fun and find out who she is. I just want to bask in the awesomeness of this experience. But rather than answer me, she smiles and then spits my cum into her hand.
What.
The.
Fuck.
“Uh…you can spit it in the sink,” I mumble.
But she pants softly. “I don’t want to waste it.”
“Waste…it?”
My jaw drops as she sits up on her knees and rubs her cum-covered hand between her legs. She pants and I see her body tremble. No. Fuck no.
She grins. “See, it can keep us together.”
“If you wanted me to fuck you, you could have just climbed on.” I try to tease her. Because this can’t be as insane as it seems. And even if it is, I know better than to fuck with crazy. “Let’s go clean up.”
I start to stand. I stretch and reach for her. “I’ll get you plan B in the morning after fucking you hard.”
“No!” She hugs me tightly, kissing across my chest and grinning at me. “We’re going to make such a pretty baby. And then we can get married and live happily ever after. Just like in the movies.”
I laugh, sure it’s a joke, but her eyes are something else. Intense, serious, but with just a dash of insanity. I shake my head. “Seriously, no.”
“But we can be together. Now no one can stop us.” She mewls, pawing at me. “I love you, and now you love me too.”
“You can’t just take my cum and—”
“It’s deep inside me now,” she pants. “It’s going to grow into a baby. Our baby. We’ll be a real family. A happy family, Chase.”
“You need to leave. Now.” I grab her by the arm and drag her to the door.
“No! You can’t throw me out! We have a wedding to plan and—”
“We don’t have shit,” I hiss at her.
“Don’t say that, lover. We have forever.” She pouts.
She keeps talking, about baby names, about meeting my family, about how much she loves me and all she’ll do for me. Her nails dig into me and she tries to claw her way through the door once I slam and lock it.
I know she’s standing barely dressed in the hallway with my fucking cum in her pussy, but I can’t do this. I won’t do this. I sure as hell want to get a fucking restraining order.
Hell, I’d rather go a week without sex than deal with the shitload of crazy hammering my door with talk of babies and happily-ever-afters. My head throbs and I remember the doctor’s warning before the game—no stress and no bad falls.
Well, fuck.
Stephen
Itake a long drink of my margarita while sitting poolside. New house, new life. That’s what I’d hoped anyway. Unfortunately, the margarita reminds me of how Olivia tastes, and the pool makes me think about her too. She’d look damn good in the pool.