Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Zora
I woke Harry up with my lips around his cock.
The aforementioned appendage had pulled me from sleep when it poked me in the back, rock hard and warm against my skin, lighting me up and making me want to tease Harry.
I just needed to feel good, to get lost in how amazing Harry and I worked together in bed.
So I let my horniness overtake any pain.
After trying to come to terms with Victoria knowing everything, with our secret being out, I’d dragged him to bed.
It was late; we were both exhausted and scared.
We made out a little, but we were both so beaten down we fell asleep instead, snuggled up in my small bed, dead to the world beyond my sheets.
It seemed like the first night of the rest of our lives. One of his hands settled on my stomach, stroking right under my belly button as I dozed off.
We would make it work.
And I wanted to give him a morning treat, so I licked his tip and sank down on the shaft, humming as he reached the back of my throat. Through all the shit on our horizon, it was weird that I was sure we’d have each other. Na?ve, probably.
I noticed the moment Harry woke up because his breathing changed, hitched more uneven, and he moaned. “Good morning to you,” he muttered with sleep still making his voice thick. “Fuck.”
“Mm,” I mumbled back, bobbing up and down on his cock, enjoying the muskiness of him as pre-cum beaded at the tip. I licked it up every time I reached the top, before pushing back down, chasing everything I could. He was obsessed with my body, and I was fast growing obsessed with his. “Stay still.”
His cock was thick, like he was, stretching the corners of my mouth. But I was a damn pro, and wouldn’t be defeated by any cock, thick or long. I squeezed the root and massaged his ball sack, tugging on it softly while the hairs on his thighs stood up.
“Oh god,” he mumbled, holding the bedsheets in his fist. Letting me keep the power. I wasn’t sure how long it would last, but I’d enjoy it while it did.
When I moved my mouth down to his balls to lick them, he shivered, his hand almost landing on my head before he retracted it.
“This is hard,” he said, voice so strained it made me feel wicked.
“Very,” I replied, popping off his balls for a second to speak.
I dove right back in, sucking each one into my mouth in turn, rolling the ball around the sack in gentle motions, holding the loose skin between my teeth before tugging just a touch.
It was fifty-fifty whether he’d even like this, but I had a good vibe…
“Zora!” he cried, falling into a slew of swear words as I kept working his balls and jacking his cock. When my tongue drifted lower to the soft skin right underneath his balls, he tensed up. “I’m gonna cum!” he warned, his whole body tensing beneath me.
I jumped back up on his cock, swallowing him up as his shaft began to pulse and flood my mouth.
I wanted every drop of his cum inside me, none of it wasted.
So I sucked and licked until he was drained, then moved off, giving his empty balls a satisfied little kiss before climbing back into his waiting arms.
“Jesus, woman,” he said with a lazy laugh. “That was the best way I’ve ever woken up.”
“Good,” I preened a little, pleased with myself. “Life isn’t so terrible then, hey? We’ll be okay?”
His face fell at that, and I felt a bit of an idiot for trying to make light of it. I just didn’t know what else to do. Blowjobs and not taking things serious enough was where my mind went.
I shifted in an attempt to move away from him, feeling stupid, but he held me firm, suspended above him. “Hey,” he said and kissed my nose. “Thank you.”
“For what? Ruining your life?” I scoffed, looking down at him. My tits hung between us, sensitive nipples brushing against his chest.
He shook his head and pulled me in for a kiss.
“For getting it started.” He kissed me again.
“I know it’s sudden. I know it’s a shitshow.
But I’ve never felt more alive than when I’m with you.
You do something to me, Zora. Something I felt that first night when I fucking paid to suck your tits.
I think it was meant to happen. We were meant to get tangled up. ”
“And you never have to pay to suck them again,” I quipped, my heart warm at his words. He knew I sensed it too; the way we looked at each other was enough to make that clear. But to hear those words, that confidence, was so affirming.
Harry laughed. “Whatever this turns into, Zora, we’re in it together, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Now sit,” he said. “Let me start your day off right, too.” He cupped one of my tits and stared me square in the nipple. “Are they sore?”
I nodded, in awe of him. “They’re aching. They’ve filled up for you.”
He licked his lips, arousal warming his eyes. My pussy squeezed at the prospect of what might be about to happen. My boobs did hurt, and they’d come to expect a good draining from the man beneath me. I needed soothing.
It might not always work that way, but for now, at this moment, he was all I wanted. “Please, baby, suck me dry.”
He flipped us, making me laugh out loud as I bounced onto my bed.
“Fuck, you don’t know what a dream it is to hear my woman say that,” he growled, lowering his mouth to the first nipple, choosing to flicker his tongue over the peak and drive me wild.
“Your woman, huh?” I asked, teasing a little. I cupped his head, as I so liked to do, and he looked up at me through his eyelashes.
For a beat, we didn’t talk. He investigated what he saw in my eyes instead, moving away. “I’m not saying we need to jump into anything official. But you feel like mine. I wasn’t lying.”
“You feel like mine, too,” I admitted.
“Good.” He kissed my nipple. “Because I won’t share.” Then he sucked. My entire nipple and some breast tissue pulled into his mouth, latching on while my body shuddered and seized in pleasure and relief.
He fingered my pussy while he pleasured my tits, moving between them both as I moaned and writhed. When I pushed my nipples together so he could suck on both of them at once, something ignited in him and that feral edge came out. Damn, I loved it.
“God,” he groaned. “I can never get enough of these.” He lost himself to it, to my body, sucking, licking, swirling and fucking, until it all became too much and I tumbled over the cliff, crying into my palm to keep the noise down.
“Good grief,” I sighed, slumping back. He didn’t stop touching me, but his motions turned gentler. Soft, like he was soothing me rather than trying to get anything started again.
Soon enough, we would have to confront what was ahead of us. I needed to talk to my sister, my parents, even my fucking boss. Bellamy, too. I had so much explaining to do, groveling, begging, planning. And this baby wasn’t getting any smaller.
I wasn’t getting any less pregnant.
And I wasn’t getting any less taken with this man in my arms.
Walking into my parents’ house was an insurmountable difficulty, and doing it alone was even worse.
But I’d decided it was for the best. Harry wanted to come, but assuming Victoria had told them everything, by myself would be better.
My parents wouldn’t harm me, only with their words, but the same couldn’t be said for Harry.
I didn’t trust my mother not to throw a plate at his head.
I didn’t expect the money at this point, was resigned to finding a job elsewhere, but I still had to hear it.
A few days ago, I’d spoken to The Bone Yard and told them I wouldn’t be back.
I could work out a notice, but the job was over for me.
I didn’t want to sleep with random people anymore, didn’t want to be anyone’s kink experiment.
Bailey understood, saying she’d call me back to get it all worked out when she had more time.
I couldn’t take it, pregnant or not. That life was done for me.
Harry was, to my surprise, very interested in hearing everything about the job.
We often chatted about all the things I’d gotten up to, all the kinks and craziness I’d taken part in.
Harry would almost always end up hard as a rock and pulling me to him, but I still didn’t want to return and add to those stories.
The first step in setting up a good life for this baby came from my finding a job I was happy doing, one that earned a good wage and didn’t make me miserable doing it.
A college education was obviously a no now, but when Mom called me this morning and asked for a meeting, I couldn’t refuse.
Just in case. In case she was seeing reason or turning into a decent mother.
A meeting. Not just a daughter nipping over for a drink, a catch up. To ask for some help. A meeting.
“Zora, you’re here,” my mother said at the exact moment my heart dropped out, because sitting beside her on the sofa was Victoria, her eyes bloodshot and her mouth firm.
“Oh, fuck,” I muttered. Ambush or fucking what?
Mom glared at me, so damn stoney. “Sit down.”
I took a deep breath, gulped, peered between the two women who looked more alike with every passing year, and did as I was told.
Time to face my music.