Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Harry
“How did it go?” I asked the groaning lump of woman falling into my arms. I kissed the top of her head and let her rest on me for a few minutes, letting myself enjoy having her close even though she was sad.
We’d decided to meet in a park, far from any place we could distract ourselves with sex. It was out there now. We’d confronted the shitshow from all angles and had made it through.
“Oh my god, it was hell,” Zora sighed, straightening herself back up. I took her hand, and we began a slow meander along the wide paths. “Vicky was there.”
My shoulders slumped. When I’d left Victoria in our apartment, angry and crying, I’d assumed she’d stay. That she would get busy trashing the place, removing me from every inch of it. It had never seemed like mine to begin with, and this would only solidify it.
“Was she staying there?” I asked. I still cared about her, after all. There was a reason I’d proposed to her. We might have learned we weren’t compatible, but there had once been love. I didn’t even know when it ended, but it was long before I fucked her sister.
Zora shook her head. “Nah, just came for the ambush.”
“Ambush?”
Zora sighed again, as if she was trying to push out all the negativity through her lungs. “They aren’t giving me the money. Victoria wants nothing to do with me. I’m on my own.”
I halted and turned to her, grabbing her face in my hands.
Her cheeks were cool and flush, her eyes wet – hopefully windblown and not with tears.
She looked up at me with such open focus, anxiety making her brow furrow.
“You know sure as shit you’re not alone,” I stated, voice firm. “Don’t even go there, baby.”
Her frown softened. “You say that, but… it’s been weeks, Harry. Only weeks.” She paused, her gaze falling from mine. “I’m scared.”
Unable to resist, I kissed the top of her head again, wrapped her up in my arms. “I’m scared too. But I’m not scared of you.”
She snorted into my jacket. “That rhymed and made no sense.”
“Smartass – I’m not scared of what I’m feeling here.” I touched my chest, sappy as shit. “Or what I’m feeling here.” I rested my palm on her stomach, rubbing through the thick knit of her sweater.
She placed her hand over mine, and together we stood there, in the cold, the world moving around us, cradling her stomach, the place the bump would soon be. The home of my growing child. Our baby.
“We’ve got a long fucking road ahead, Zora, but we’ve just got to keep pushing.”
She nodded. “Keep pushing.”
“Do the next thing. Each time. Just do the next thing and eventually it’ll all fall into place.”
All of a sudden, she was kissing me, fierce and urgent, her tongue shoving into my mouth and against mine. “I need you,” she muttered. “You said all the right words, and so now I need you.”
Chuckling at her frankness, I kissed her back, enjoying the way her body pressed against me, even through all the fabric between us.
Fall had hit hard today, the temperature dropping fast and sudden, leaving us with reddened noses and frosty fingertips.
Her cold hands on my neck to tug me closer to her made me shiver.
“We’ll have to go back to yours,” I said between presses of our lips.
She groaned. “No! That’s too far away. I need you now, Harry.”
“Baby…”
“My nipples are leaking milk, Harry. You know that happens whenever I get turned on now…” Her mouth moved down my neck, uncaring of the people milling about around us, playing me like a fucking fiddle.
“Ah, you’re a devil woman,” I moaned, my cock thickening in my pants in a second flat. God, her tits, her milk, I would do anything for it. Had blown up my life for it. “You’ll need to slow your roll, beautiful.”
Her hands roamed down my arms, and she pressed her chest into me, just straight up feeling me up.
“Take me somewhere. You said all the right things, Harry.” Her voice was a little thicker. “You said every word you should, and I’m so damn grateful. I just… I just need you.”
“My car,” I said. “It’s right down the block.”
The second we tumbled into my car, by no means parked in a private location, Zora’s hands were working my pants.
“We need to get out of here first,” I said with a laugh as her fingertips brushed my cock and I groaned and it pulsed. She’d spent the walk back to the car groping at me, nuzzling into me and muttering about all the things she wanted to do. I was fucking ready to bury myself inside her.
“Drive.” She yanked her sweater off and threw it over my lap before blindly freeing my cock and giving it a squeeze. “I just want to play while you do.”
I slammed my head back on the headrest for a second, needing to catch my breath before I did as she demanded. Fuck, she really was wicked. Her touch was so good on my hard, hot cock. Her fingers still cold, her grip on the wrong side of soft, kept me on edge, teasing and toying.
“Fine,” I said, turning the car on. “Fuck it.”
She grinned as I pulled back, continuing her slow motions up and down my shaft, sometimes squeezing harder, sometimes moving her hand away altogether to rest on my thigh. My cock tented the blue knit of her sweater, looking ridiculous.
As the sun set and threw oranges and yellows across the sky, she grew bolder, pulling down her tank top to free a tit. Just one. Plush and full, her nipple darker and shiny with milk. She wasn’t lying. The car rumbled along, others whizzing by, and she played with herself.
“Give me a taste,” I demanded, keeping my eye on the road as best I could. “Please, baby.”
We pulled up to a junction as she swiped at her nipple and pressed her moistened finger against my bottom lip. I sucked it in, swirling my tongue and grinning around it when she gasped.
“I don’t think I’m going to make it home,” she sighed, pressing her finger down harder on my tongue before withdrawing and sitting back, sliding her hand beneath the waistband of her leggings, using my spit as lube to rub herself.
“Good job we’re not going home,” I growled when she squeezed me again. One hand working herself, the other still teasing me. She was right; this couldn’t go on much longer; I needed my mouth on her. Now.
So I pulled into the parking lot of the high school, positioning us right at the back of the lot, underneath an enormous oak tree that always got the car covered in bird shit but was invisible from the building. Not that anyone would be in this late, but couldn’t be too careful.
As soon as the car was parked, I dove and she yelped, her hand falling free of me. I scooped her up and lifted, chucking her into the backseat with a grunt, before following her over, squeezing my fat ass through the chairs so I could loom over her.
She had a wide grin on her beautiful face, and I needed to kiss it.
We met in a mess of limbs and teeth, the urgency between us intense as I yanked her shirt down to release her other tit and she grabbed my cock again, bringing her legs up around my waist.
I groaned as her milk flooded my tongue, sucking and licking like I belonged there. And I fucking did. I needed all of her skin on mine.
Maneuvering was fucking hard in this space, but we managed, ripping each other’s clothes free until the only things between us were her yanked-down shirt and my socks. But Zora shook her head and pulled them off me, too, cackling as I squirmed and my toes popped free.
“It’s fucking cold!” I said through a laugh, sitting my bare ass on the leather seats as she climbed on top of me.
“Well, let me warm you up, then.” She winked and smirked, and we both giggled some more.
“How the fuck did you make a living having sex when those are the kind of lines you pull?” I teased, pinching her nipples as she settled on my lap, her legs on either side of mine, her warm pussy on my thigh.
“So rude,” she snapped back. “I’ll have you know I was very good at my job.”
“Oh.” I kissed her neck. “I don’t doubt it. After all, I was your customer once.”
She let her head fall onto my shoulder. “That’s so weird.”
“Nothing about this is normal.” I cupped her ass with my hands and lifted her. My cock was raging to get inside her warm body, and I’d had enough of waiting. “Fuck me, beautiful.”
She looked up at me, and for a second we sat and let it all wash over us. Naked in a fast-chilling car in late fall. Zora shivered and straightened, lifting her thighs and positioning herself.
“What was it you said earlier?” she asked, hovering over me. “Say it again.”
I had to think for a minute. “I’ve got you?” I remembered. “Everything will fall into place if we just keep doing the next thing?”
She nodded. “Yeah.” Then she sank down onto me, both of us groaning as her walls stretched to accommodate. She was wet, horny, but without any real foreplay it was all so much tighter.
“Shit.” I ran my hands up and down the back of her thighs, helping her fuck me, lifting and dropping her body to catch the rhythm I needed.
“God, you feel amazing.” Zora’s hands roamed down my chest. “Love this bit here.” She rubbed my stomach, my waist, her eyes locking on mine as she worked us to the edge.
Hard and fast. That’s what it had to be in a car.
Soon, we’d have a place. Or I’d have a place she could visit, and we’d have real privacy, all the time in the world to fuck each other and learn every tic and trigger. But for now? For now, we had to take what we could get.
And I wanted that droplet of milk glistening from her nipple.
Diving in, I sucked her deep, my eyes rolling back and a gasp falling from her mouth.
Her hand wrapped around my head to hold me in place, and she fucked me harder, slamming her hips up and down with little breathy moans each time she bottomed out.
She kept going, faster and faster, until she moved my hand to her clit. “Touch me,” she demanded, her face screwed up.
Still sucking her, I rubbed her pussy, chasing her body up and down and keeping a steady rhythm. My girl was close. I wanted to hold off and watch her lose her mind over my cock.
“Oh!” she whimpered, then she fell out of rhythm, her body spasming and jerking as she cried her way through her orgasm. I released her tit and slammed my mouth to hers, swallowing up the last of her moans, smiling against her mouth when she sighed and sagged.
“Baby, you’re so beautiful when you come,” I told her, kissing her everywhere I could.
Still wrapped around my cock, she took a moment to catch her breath before lifting herself up, freeing me from her body. Still stiff as a fucking rock and pointed right at her.
“I want to taste you,” she said, her voice all breathy as she repositioned us. I let her move my legs and smirked when she banged her elbow on the back of the driver’s seat. But within seconds, she had me how she wanted me.
And, fuck, did I have her how I wanted her. Swallowing my cock right down, showing me how good she could make me feel.
She licked herself off my shaft before coming up for a messy, musky kiss, then got back to work, pushing my cock into her throat and swallowing around the shaft, making me crazy with lust and trying not to fuck up into her. Choke her.
But then she braced herself on my thighs and gave me a knowing look, a slight nod of agreement.
I stared her right in the eyes as I fucked her face, loving every wet sound and slurp that fell from her. Within minutes, I was coming down her throat, grinning as she took every drop of my cum.
As she worked her way up my spent shaft, she made sure to lick up every stray smear, swirling her tongue around my tip before laying a soft kiss there and climbing back up my body to settle in. I wrapped my arms around her and sighed, her body relaxing onto mine.
“We can’t stay here long,” I told her, unable to resist planting another kiss on her sweaty cheek.
She hummed. “Just give me a minute, and you can take me home. You can come home with me.”
“Thank you, baby.” I kissed her again.
“We’ll make it work,” I told her, believing every word. “We’ll make it all work.”
“I know.”
And I did know. No matter what life was about to throw at us, no matter how alone we might be in all of this, through months of pregnancy, labour, the new born trenches I’d seen my friends suffer through… we were in it together, so we’d be fucking fine.