29. Dealer’s Choice
twenty-nine
Dealer’s Choice
Leah
T hree weeks later…
14 weeks pregnant
“Hey!” Amy pokes her head into my room at the shop. “How’s it going?”
“Okay,” I reply. “Morning sickness has been pretty non-existent for a couple of weeks now, so that’s a plus.”
“That’s great!” She grins. “I came to see if you wanted to grab a bite to eat. We’ve both got some time between appointments.”
“Actually, my last one was canceled, so I’m done for the day.”
“Oh, well, do you want to get some food anyway?” She asks.
“Can I take a rain check? I need to get back to the house. Dylan’s making dinner.”
I can tell she’s disappointed, but she does her best to hide it. “Sure. We can do it another time.”
Grabbing my bag, I tell her goodbye as I walk out .
As I drive, I feel guilty. Partly for bailing on Amy, but more so for lying to her. The truth is that I’m going home to an empty house. Dylan went to hang out with one of his sisters. I get some alone time.
It’s not that I don’t love spending time with him. I still do. I love all of our time together. That has nothing to do with it.
The fact of the matter is that I’m now in my second trimester, which means I’m feeling much better. Morning sickness is gone. My boobs don’t hurt like they did, and I’m not quite so tired. I got rid of a whole hell of a lot, but one very big thing returned.
My sex drive.
For the past few days, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. My vagina has been screaming to be touched in every way imaginable. Last night, I had sex dreams all night long. I woke up ready to hump anything I could get my hands on.
Could I bang one out with Dylan?
Sure.
But since I’m sure this is all pregnancy hormones, I don't know that I want to cross that line. We’ve been getting along so well. Why ruin that with sex?
Instead, I plugged in my favorite vibrator before I left this morning. It may not be as good as some good old-fashioned fucking, but it’ll be good enough.
It has plenty of bells and whistles to give me a decent orgasm.
Hell, I’m so wound up right now that a bumpy car ride could probably give me a decent orgasm.
I rush to get home before I lose my mind.
Earlier, while I was tattooing, I couldn’t stop thinking about Dylan’s tongue licking my clit. The way the man eats a pussy is a work of art. Most of the men I’ve been with lick literally everywhere except when I need them to. How hard is it to find? It’s a clit. Not fucking Waldo.
But Dylan? Dylan zones in on it like a heat-seeking missile. Licking like he was determined to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop.
And everything else he did in bed was just as good. My mind races as I remember every single detail.
The way his rough hands commanded my body.
The way his kiss teased me and left me craving more.
The way—
Okay, I need to stop. I can think about this all when I’m home and can actually do something about it.
Damn these small towns and their ridiculously low speed limits!
After what feels like an eternity, I finally pull into the driveway. Dylan’s truck is still gone, so I guess I have some time.
Man, I haven’t been this horny in…well, I don’t even remember. Probably because I’ve never gone this long without sex.
I hurry through the front door, locking it behind me. Wasting no time, I head to the bedroom and put on something more comfortable.
When I’m home, I’m almost always in a t-shirt with no pants. Today, the only difference is that I’m not wearing underwear either.
I grab my vibrator off the nightstand and get situated under the covers. Usually, I’d get the lube out too, but I know I won’t need it this time .
Instead, I get right to pulling out my phone to open up my favorite porn site. It normally takes me forever to find something to watch, but I click on the third video I see. I skip past the beginning bullshit.
Oh, no. I don’t have any money. How ever will I pay you?
It’s lame, but I don’t watch it for the story line.
I fast forward to see the man with his head buried between the woman’s legs. I slide the vibrator inside and turn it on. I let out a loud moan into the quiet room. The head swirls in my pussy while the outside vibrates against my clit. I watch as the camera does a close-up of the man licking the woman’s pussy.
I’m so turned on that I know this won't take long. I can already feel my orgasm looming on the horizon.
I get lost in the moment, enjoying how good it all feels. Just when I’m completely relaxed and well on my way to euphoria, the toy shuts off.
What the fuck?
I try turning it back on, but nothing happens.
“No!” I cry.
Reaching to the nightstand, I grab the charging cord to plug in the toy. But when I do, the light doesn’t even turn on. I do everything I can, but the vibrator is officially dead.
What a sad, sad day this is.
I get ready to finish the job manually when I hear the front door open.
Dylan yells, “Leah, I’m home!”
“Hi,” I call back.
I know he’ll leave me alone. Usually, when I’m in my room, he gives me space .
But as I try to get back into the zone I was just in, I can’t seem to concentrate. I’m still so flustered I feel like I could combust, but I’m having trouble crossing the finish line.
“Fuck this,” I mutter under my breath as I yank the blankets off and stand up.
Walking out of the room, I find Dylan in the kitchen.
“Hey,” he greets with a smile.
“Hi. I need a favor.”
He closes the refrigerator door and turns toward me. “Sure. Anything.”
“Remember that in a second.” I point at him. “I need you to make me come.”
“You need me to make you—”
“Come. You heard me.”
When he looks confused as fuck, I go on. “This is the first time in months that I’ve even thought of anything sexual. And now, I need it. I need it like a teenage boy. I tried to do it myself, but my vibrator bit the dust.”
While I’m talking, Dylan walks around the counter, not stopping until he’s right in front of me. As he looks down at me, I wonder what he’s thinking.
I’m sure I sound insane, but right now, I’m thinking with my vagina—much like how a man thinks with his dick most of the time.
My heart thumps in my chest as I wait for his next move.
“You know, if you wanted to come, you didn’t have to pull out the vibrator.” He lifts me so that I’m sitting on the counter. “You could have just asked me from the start.”
Grabbing both sides of my face, he pulls me in for a kiss. The moment his tongue swipes against mine, I turn into a feral animal.
My legs wrap around his waist while my arms do the same to his neck. He kisses me like he needs this as much as I do.
His hands sit on my thighs and slowly move upward.
When they get to my hips, he breaks the kiss. “No panties?”
“Dylan, five minutes ago, I had a vibrator up my cooch. No panties makes for easier access.”
“You are so fucking sexy.”
“You aren’t offended that I didn’t come to you first?” I ask.
“Are you kidding? That just means that I’m going to have to make you come so hard that you’ll never make me second choice again.”
Well, if I wasn’t wet before, I sure as shit am drenched now.
He lifts me into his arms and carries me to his bedroom. When he sets me onto his bed, he takes off my shirt before I lay down and get comfortable.
His eyes move over me, slowly taking it all in. I haven’t felt very sexy…until this very moment.
“Still just as perfect as I remember,” he says. Using his finger to swipe through my slit, he asks, “How do you want me to make you come?”
“Dealer’s choice.”
“If it was up to me, I’d make you come every way imaginable.”
I smile. “Like, I said, dealer’s choice.”
The look in his eyes is one of pure lust as he pushes my knees apart and settles between them .
My eyes fixate on him, knowing what he’s about to do. My body practically vibrates in anticipation because I know how good he is at this.
His tongue licks along the outside of each lip in an attempt to tease me. It works because my clit pulses like a damn heartbeat.
“Oh, God,” I moan. “Please, Dylan. I need it.”
Thank the good lord above that he doesn’t make me wait any longer. He shifts his entire attention to my clit.
And it is just as good as I remember.
“Holy fuck,” I cry as I writhe around the bed. Dylan hooks his arms around my thighs and holds me in place.
His tongue swirls around my swollen clit while he lightly sucks it between his teeth.
My hands grip the sheets before moving to his hair and then finally settling on my tits. My fingers pinch my nipples, which sends electricity straight to my pussy.
Now that my boobs have stopped aching, they are crazy sensitive. I’ve never been one who’s big on nipple play—mainly because it’s never done much for me—but this is a game changer. Finally, a perk to pregnancy.
My legs quiver as my orgasm threatens to rip through me at any moment. The muscles in my stomach tighten as pleasure takes hold.
“Oh, my God!” I cry as heat courses through every inch of me and all culminating right at my pussy. The orgasm crashes over me—wave after wave of pleasure.
Dylan keeps licking until I’m too sensitive to take any more. He looks up at me with those pretty brown eyes of his .
Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I yank him toward me to kiss him.
He whispers, “Fuck. I’ve missed doing that.”
“Pssh. You’re telling me.”
He leans in to kiss me again while his fingers dip back into my wetness. Two fingers slide inside and make contact with that magic spot. I tangle my fingers in his hair as I try to concentrate on the kiss. Do you know how hard that is while somebody is pushing a metaphorical button that makes you see stars?
His fingers pump inside me, building up the pressure once again. It won’t take much to push me over the edge for a second time. I can barely focus on the kiss because it feels so fucking good.
Knowing I’ll need some contact with my clit, he uses his thumb to apply a little pressure to it. The way his hand moves gives me just the amount of friction that I need.
Another orgasm rips through me. I moan into Dylan’s kiss as my pussy soaks his hand.
He slides his fingers and gives me a couple more soft kisses.
“Do you feel better?” He asks.
“Not quite.”
“Oh?”
“You told me you were going to make me come every way imaginable. But I think you’re forgetting about doing it with your cock.”
“I didn’t know if you wanted to.”
I look into his eyes. “Dylan, I want to. ”
That’s all the convincing he needs to stand up and get naked. As he sheds his clothes, I see the tattoo on his chest. There’s something extremely hot about him having a tat that I gave him.
When the pants come off, his beautiful cock comes into view. It’s a damn work of art.
With a small laugh, I say, “Guess we don’t have to use a condom now, huh?”
He smiles. “Guess not.”
He joins me back on the bed, and I hold up my legs so that he’ll get the hint to put them back on his shoulders. Of course, he does it without question.
Lining himself up with my entrance, he begins to speak. “Do you know how often I’ve thought about sliding into this perfect pussy again?”
“How often?”
“Every. Fucking. Day.” He pushes inside.
He starts slow, making sure I have time to adjust, but I’m ready for more.
“Fuck me, Dylan,” I plead. “Make me come again.”
A switch flips, and he gives me exactly what I want. Exactly what I need.
Holding my legs, he slams into me. Stroking my g-spot while his fingers toy with my clit. He manages to do all this while still telling me how sexy I am and how good it feels.
The sexual wizard is at work again.
He keeps his word and makes me come again before finishing himself .
As both of us collapse on the bed, I don’t waste any time getting up to pee. Lord knows pregnancy is hard enough without a UTI.
When I come back, I join Dylan who now lays with a sheet covering only his bottom half.
“That was incredible,” I say.
“Glad you liked.”
“I loved. We should do it more often.”
He props his head on his hand as he turns on his side to face me. “Really?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Why not? We are having a baby together. May as well have some fun.” I pause before adding. “But just to be clear, I don't know that I’m ready for an actual relationship. I think my brain is a bit too scattered to handle that right now.”
“Okay, I can understand that.”
“Thank you.”
He says, “Now, I have a favor of my own to ask.”
“You want me to make you come again?” I tease.
“Well, yes. But also, tomorrow night, my mom invited us over for dinner. No pressure or anything. They’re all just excited about the baby.”
Usually this would be a hard no for me, but Dylan has been beyond perfect. Maybe it’s my post-orgasm haze talking, but I think I can give him this.
“Okay, let’s do it,” I say.
“Really?”
I nod.
He pulls me close to cuddle. “I just have one more question. Was I better than the vibrator?”