42. Ari
forty-two
Ari
“How’s Ella been feeling?” Cole asks as he shuffles a deck of cards. Today is the season opener, and we’ve still got a few hours to kill until the game.
Josh smiles broadly. “She’s great. She’s exhausted, and that’s apparently extremely common in the first trimester. She hasn’t had any morning sickness, though.”
“I still can’t believe she’s pregnant,” Lane says.
“Sometimes, I can’t either,” Josh chuckles. “We tried for so long and got nothing. We stop trying, she comes to visit me in Florida, and bam—pregnant.”
“I imagine it was less of a bam and more of a bang,” I smirk.
He rears his head back and laughs. “Can’t really argue that. God, I can’t believe we’re having a baby.”
All of us know how long they were trying, but none of us expected their announcement on Saturday.
I think the most unexpected part of it, though, was how it made me feel.
I’ve never in my life considered wanting kids, but the moment they told us, all I could think about was having one with Lucia.
I want that.
So what the hell does that mean?
I may not have had another fuck buddy before her, but I still know that you’re not supposed to want to fucking impregnate them.
Pretty sure that’s number one on the Do Not Do list.
I was surprised that she had a breeding kink, but I think we were both surprised to find out I did, too.
But the desire I had—and still have—to do it is overwhelming. As is the fact that Lucia clearly wants it, too.
And I have no idea what to think about any of this.
“Ready for your start tonight, Fort?” I ask, desperate to get out of my own head.
“When am I not ready for a start?”
Cole snickers. “I can think of a time.”
Knox rolls his eyes. “That was one game, and everyone knows that I shouldn’t have started. I tore my fucking hamstring.”
“And then your wife nursed you back to health,” Lane says with a fake swoon.
I was still playing in Atlanta during that game, but I did see the replays. It’s the only time I’ve ever seen Knox not completely focused on the game.
But don’t worry. He rebounded quickly enough to make sure my team lost in game seven of the World Series that year.
Prick.
“How’s the living situation going, Ari?” Cole asks.
“Going well,” I shrug. “Like I said before, Lucia’s not a bad roommate. I like getting to spend time with her.”
I see the looks on all of my friends’ faces and prepare myself for what I assume is coming.
But no one says a word.
Seems like they’re finally going to leave me alone about Lucia.
“It’s good to see you two as friends,” Josh says.
“We always knew you could be,” Lane adds.
I chuckle. “Yeah, things have come a long way. Once we moved past our initial meeting, everything has been smooth sailing.”
They nod and agree before Cole starts dealing out the cards in his hand for whatever game we’re getting ready to play.
But I’m lost in my head again.
Smooth sailing?
Things feel anything but smooth right now.
If things were smooth, I wouldn’t be dreaming about the day I could fuck a baby into her.
I wouldn’t be looking forward to spending all of my time with her.
I wouldn’t have asked her to stay.
And she hasn’t slept in her bed since. Lucia sleeps beside me every night now, and it’s the best sleep I’ve ever had.
So no, it’s not smooth sailing.
If anything, these are the roughest waters I’ve ever had to tread.
“Come in,” I hear Lucia say from the other side of her office door.
We’ve finished with practice, and I’m dressed for the game now. Figured I’d find a few minutes to sneak away before I had to head to the field.
“Hey, Spitfire,” I smile, closing the door behind me. When I look at her, I groan loudly. “Whose jersey are you wearing this time?”
She smirks at me. “It’s Cole’s jersey today.”
“You’re a goddamn menace,” I rasp, making a beeline right toward her.
Lucia slides up on her desk, and I come to stand between her legs.
“I love riling you up.”
I tightly grip her hips, pulling a gasp out of her. “Believe me, sweetheart, I know.”
“What are you doing here?” she asks, a small smile on her face.
“I have a little bit of time before the game. Thought I’d come to see how your day is going.”
Lucia lets out a sigh. “It’s fine.”
I look at her with concern. “Is everything okay? Did something happen with the Brooklyn College thing?”
“No, nothing like that,” she replies quickly. “That’s official now, actually. I’ll talk to the women in the exercise science program in a few weeks. Logan is just on my last damn nerve today.”
I roll my eyes. I fucking hate Logan Dawson. “What’s he doing?”
“Being more of a kiss-ass than usual,” she snarks. “Leaving the new guys on their own. Nothing I wouldn’t expect from him.”
“I’m sorry he sucks,” I say genuinely. “He can kiss all the ass he wants, though. It’ll never make him a better trainer than you.”
“Thanks, Ari.”
Lucia gazes at me sweetly, and I feel it in my chest.
She’s getting to me in ways no one else ever has.
And all I want to do right now is make her forget about her shitty coworker.
I walk across the room and draw the curtains closed, hiding us behind her glass walls. Then, I lock the door.
She eyes me curiously as I stalk back over to her. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to make you take that goddamn jersey off first,” I rasp, knocking the fabric off her shoulders and leaving her in a white tank top. “Then, I’m going to make you forget all about Logan.”
Desire flashes through her eyes, and my dick stiffens at the sight.
“We won’t have long,” she says, unbuckling my belt.
“We won’t. So we’ll just have to make this quick.”
Lucia leans up to kiss me as I fumble with the button of her jeans before I push them down her legs with her panties. I’d love to get her completely naked, but that definitely wouldn’t be wise when we’re in her office.
I push down my pants enough to pull my cock out, watching as Lucia licks her lips and spreads her legs wide for me on her desk.
Since we don’t have time to waste, I start pushing inside, surprised by how wet she already is. She loves the thrill of potentially getting caught.
“Ari…” she lightly moans, resting her hands on the back of my head as I slide all the way home.
“God, you feel good, Luc,” I sigh, retreating and then snapping my hips into her.
She throws her head back in pleasure. “So do you, baby. I love getting to feel you bare like this.”
“I’m fucking addicted to it,” I grunt. “Addicted to feeling this wet cunt wrapped around every inch of my bare cock. Feeling my piercings drag along your slick walls.”
“Yes… oh my God, Ari.”
Lucia is already starting to squeeze me, and I feel my balls starting to tingle.
I can’t fucking last when I get to fuck her without anything between us.
I roll my hips faster, determined to get us both there as quickly as possible.
She’s clinging to me desperately like she’ll fall over if she lets go.
This angle allows me to hit her deep, and I get her to fall apart from my cock alone.
Lucia clenches around me and stifles a scream, making sure we don’t draw attention. But the vice grip she has on me has me seeing fucking stars, and I can’t keep holding back.
“Fuck,” I groan. “I need to come. Do you want it inside you again?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I want your cum inside me, Ari.”
“Lucia…” I moan, hips stilling as I pump everything I have into her warmth.
My dick twitches inside her until I have nothing left to give. When I’m fully empty, I slowly ease myself out and watch as my cum begins to drip out of her.
I fall to my knees, and Lucia watches me as I gather up my arousal and push it back inside her. I wish I could keep it there forever.
“I can’t go out there like this,” she laughs.
“No?” I smirk. “You don’t want to drip my cum the rest of the night?”
“Not at work. But you can do that at home tonight.”
“Then I guess I should clean you up.”
Lucia’s eyes are dark with lust when she watches me take my tongue and swipe it up her center, gathering up my own cum leaking out of her. I swallow and resume, alternating between licking up both of our arousals and swallowing them down.
It’s hard to clean her up, though, when she seems to be getting wetter as I do this. My girl loves watching me eat my own cum out of her so much that she’s turning herself on again.
I manage to get rid of everything I gave her, and I stand myself up, bringing her jeans and panties with me. “Probably need to get dressed.”
“Probably,” she smiles. “That was a fun cleanup, Casanova.”
“Just as fun for me,” I admit, because even though it was my own release, I enjoyed doing it. “I can give you more of that tonight.”
“Mmm,” she hums, slipping her panties on as I tuck my cock back in my pants and buckle them again. “Yes, please.”
I smile and give her a tender kiss, enjoying just a few seconds before we have to get back out into the world.
I’m going to have a great damn game today.