Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
B riar
“You’re room or mine?” Aaron asks as we make our way through the front door. He leaned over the console in the car to kiss me the moment he parked on the driveway of the hockey house. Now we are kissing and making our way through the front door.
“Mine, I think we will hear other knocking headboards upstairs,” I point out.
“But everyone will hear us down here when they come home,” he says, which is a solid point too.
“It’s okay, we’ve put up with all their noises, now they can put up with ours,” I declare.
He backs me up into my room and we close the door. “I love seeing my jersey on you, but I need you naked for what I have in mind.” He reaches down to pull the jersey over my head, along with the sweater I’m wearing, leaving me in a bra and exposing the bump in my stomach. Aaron holds my stomach and speaks to Nugget regularly, but he hasn’t seen me naked since I got pregnant.
“Your breasts,” he sighs and looks at them like they are the most perfect things he’s ever seen.
“Are larger, I know,” I finish his sentence since he didn’t.
His eyes drop to my belly. We still have a good month before we find out the sex of the baby. Aaron looks so intrigued by my changing body.
“Hello there.” He cups my bump. “Is it safe to have sex? I mean, won’t my cock poke Nugget?”
He makes me giggle. “I spoke to the doctor about sex on the last visit, and she assured me that sex while pregnant is fine,” I confirm to him.
“So, you were thinking of me and sex on our last appointment,” he notes.
“I asked when you left the room for a minute. And yes, I’ve been thinking of you and sex for a while now.”
He likes that statement because his eyes glow and his lips tip up. “We were a little rough in Punta Cana.”
“We were passionate and it’s okay. Your cock is big, but Nugget is safe.”
“You think my cock is big?” He waggles his brows.
I laugh at how much he enjoys compliments. “You know you have a beautiful cock.”
“Beautiful is not how I would describe him,” he says.
He’s wearing a pair of black chinos and a gray sweater. He looks very GQ . I reach down and pop the button and lower the zipper. Aaron is already hard. I caress his cock over his boxers.
“How would you describe him?” I ask, my voice husky as I lean into him and kiss him.
He cups my ass, pulling me into his hardness.
“Big, strong, a gladiator or maybe a Viking.”
I giggle. “Okay, let’s get that big strong Viking out here.”
“Now you’re talking.” His tongue swipes across my lips as he reaches down and pushes my leggings and panties over my butt. “On the bed, Briar. Legs spread.”
I do as he says but first I remove my bra. Since my breasts have grown, my nipples have stretched too.
“Fuck me. You are the sexiest pregnant woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Have you seen many pregnant women?” I giggle.
“Funny,” he says sarcastically. “You’re so pretty, Briar.”
He removes his sweater, boxers, then his socks. His erect cock presses against his abdomen. His body is sculpted to perfection. I take him in as he settles between my thighs.
“I’ve missed the taste of this sweet pussy,” he continues. He runs his finger down my collarbone slowly. When he reaches my nipple, his finger draws lazy circles over the left one before he pinches it. It feels like a direct shot of ecstasy to my core.
“Aaron, I need more.” I am practically begging.
“I know what you need,” he replies as his finger moves lower. He circles my belly and whispers hello to Nugget. “Sorry if we disturb you for the next little bit.”
My heart stutters at his sweetness to our baby.
I squirm as his palm moves lower down to my thigh. He rubs the inside of my thigh, his warm calloused hands running over every inch of my body like he is memorizing me. His palm stops between my thighs and his finger runs from my clit to my seam.
“You’re so wet,” he states.
My eyes roll back. “More, Aaron.”
He growls and I feel the bed shift. His head moves between my thighs as he uses his fingers to spread my lips. His warm wet tongue against my most sensitive parts causes a zing of electricity to run through my body. I’ve been so horny and needy lately, and his attention feels like a dream come true. His tongue moves at a staccato, running up to my clit and down my seam. When he pushes his tongue inside me, it feels like too much. I fist the sheets as I moan.
The front door opens and I try to keep my noise level down. But Aaron inserts a finger inside me and begins to pump. Hot sparks erupt inside me as he licks me and fingers me at the same time.
“It’s too much. I can’t stay quiet,” I pant breathlessly. “Please, Aaron, I’m going to come. They’re all going to hear.”
“I’m not stopping, Briar. I don’t care who hears. You’re mine and so are your orgasms,” he declares.
I don’t know what I did to deserve Aaron Murray. Right now, my body feels greedy with need as he pushes me over the edge. All I can focus on is the ecstasy that awaits me. When he picks up speed with his finger and tongue, I cry out, forgetting where I am and who is listening. I fall into bliss as Aaron pushes me over the edge. But the orgasm doesn’t sate me. I need more right away, so as I come down from the orgasm, I pull him beside me. He takes me into his strong arms and I bury my face in his neck, taking in the scent of his skin. I open my eyes to see his cock bobbing against his stomach. I sit up and straddle him.
He takes hold of my breasts in his hands and tweaks my nipples with his fingers. My back arches from his touch. The pregnancy has made me extra sensitive. I reach down to guide him inside me and I begin to move.
Aaron groans. “I missed being inside you.”
“I didn’t think our fling left an impression,” I say to him as I rock my hips against him. This is my insecurities speaking. I can’t seem to hide them from him right now.
“Punta Cana was the best sex of my life, Briar. I thought you felt the same way, but then you made it clear we should keep quiet about our fling, so I followed your lead.”
He isn’t wrong about that. His hips thrust as he moves deeper inside me. It’s a weird convo to be having during sex.
“It was the best sex of my life too,” I confess. “Obviously you know that from all the orgasms you delivered.”
He gives me a proud smile. His face scrunches as he shifts and buries himself deeper inside me.
“No more talking,” he grunts.
“Ah,” I cry out as my hips move in rhythm with his. I lean forward on him and my breasts rub against his bare chest. They aren’t small anymore so they have a bounce to them too. Aaron grabs hold of my ass and pushes me down harder on his cock. My eyes fall shut as ecstasy takes over. The bed is bouncing and the headboard is hitting the wall, but I don’t care about any of it. Aaron’s cock is rubbing me in all the right places. I cry out, falling over the edge. Aaron falls with me, spilling inside me. The feeling of him coming spurs me on. I feel myself squeezing his cock tight. The look of ecstasy on his face is almost too much. I fall limp on his chest and he holds me in his arms as we both catch our breath. He kisses my temple sweetly and stays buried inside me. After a good ten minutes of us just reveling, I move beside him and yawn.
“Have I fucked you tired?” He laughs.
I laugh too. “I’m afraid so.”
I fall asleep in Aaron’s arms, where I feel safe. He’s perfect, I think. But nothing is ever perfect. Still, I am too weak to stop whatever is happening between us. Instead, I allow myself to fall deeper.
I wake to the sound of Aaron’s alarm. My back is pressed to his front and he has an arm draped over me. I press my behind into his cock and feel myself growing needy.
“I could get very used to you waking up next to me,” he says. His words cause a sense of elation and fear in me, but right now something else is driving me. I press my behind into his cock again. He’s got morning wood and the thought makes me very wet. He reaches around and dips his hand between my thighs. He rubs his finger along my seam.
“So wet.” I feel him rubbing up against my behind.
“I want you inside me,” I moan half-asleep.
He moves and guides himself inside me from behind. With one hand he holds on to my hips as he thrusts inside me, while the other hand is still between my thighs. He’s rubbing my clit in circles while thrusting inside me. We are both breathing fast in no time. My heart ricochets as he drives me higher and higher. We are hungry for each other, just like we were back in paradise when we thought this was a fling. Only now we are more. We are familiar. I know the sounds he makes when he’s close to coming.
“I’m so close,” I say to him.
He increases pressure on my clit with his thumb as his cock rocks inside me. I go off like a rocket, pressing and rubbing unabashedly against him. Thrusting harder and faster until I feel him stiffen and come inside me. The sound of our breaths and my heartbeat is all I hear. When I cry out, Aaron groans and presses into me harder.
We fuck until we are both breathless. Aaron turns to pick up his phone. He checks the time.
“Shit. I’m going to be late for morning skate.”
“Sorry.” I wince.
“Don’t ever be sorry for wanting me. Sorry I have to run.” He leans on top of me and kisses my mouth. Then he is searching for his boxers on the floor. He slips them on and puts on the T-shirt he was wearing under his sweater last night.
“I’ll be in touch later,” he says.
“Have a good skate,” I yawn.
He leaves. I hear the guys walking around getting ready to leave, but my sleepiness overtakes me and I fall back to sleep.