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Beckett
An hour after Penny’s emotional phone call, I’m holding up her favourite fluffy brown throw blanket with one hand and clutching a giant pizza box in the other. She’s looking up at me, and the large Hawaiian in my hand, from my corduroy sectional, wearing her new light blue singlet and short sleep set, as if she’s never seen anything better in her life, and my heart is pounding in my chest.
The way she’s cradling that little bump with one hand and making grabby hands for her food with the other? Fuck . It does something to me; seeing her sitting there, swollen with my baby, waiting for me to feed her.
God, she’s beautiful.
Messy bun, red-rimmed eyes, and all.
To this day, I’ve never seen a woman more stunning than the one sitting in front of me right now.
“C’mon. Gimme,” she whines, wiggling her little ass around, impatient as always. “I’m starving!”
Starving may be a bit of a stretch, considering she was finishing off a French baguette, slathered in butter, when I walked through the door.
Her latest craving is bread. Any kind of bread. Morning, noon and night. So, I do my best to make sure that she’s always got some on hand. Problem with her being a baker is that she’s fussy as fuck when it comes to certain foods, bread being one of ‘em. If she hasn’t made it herself, it has to be from Bread House Bakery . The issue isn’t that it takes me forty minutes to get to said bakery, it’s that they’re so damn good at what they do, that they sell out by 9:00AM, so I get my ass out of bed three times a week at 6:00AM to make sure I’m the first one in line when they open.
Worth it, though, to see that damn smile light up her face every time she wakes up to find a paper bag stuffed with bread sitting on the kitchen counter.
I grin at the thought as I sit down beside her, and after tossing the blanket over our laps and opening the pizza box, we turn on the movie and I watch her from the corner of my eye, trying not to make it obvious, as she watches the screen.
Penny is the opposite of a silent observer. She asks questions I never have the answer to, points out plot holes in the story lines as she spots them, and sings along to random songs from the soundtrack under her breath.
I love it.
Love her.
Sitting on the couch beside her has me feeling a kind of peace I never thought I’d experience again after the night her and I imploded.
But here we are…
Later, when are bellies our full and the pizza is gone, I turn off the lights as instructed and hold my breath as Penny wiggles herself against my side. The smile on her face as she continues to watch the movie makes my chest puff out a little, ‘cos I put it there. I did that.
When she starts getting restless and fidgeting in her spot, I pull the green velvet throw pillow from behind my back and place it on my legs, patting it in invitation. Without a second of hesitation, she pulls her hair free from the black scrunchy it’s contained by, allowing her mane of dark brown hair to cascade down her back, and then she lowers her head to the cushion.
For a moment, I’m unsure what to do, so I remain completely still as she wriggles around, getting comfortable, but once she’s settled, I decide to test the waters a little by placing my arm along her side, leaving my hand dangling over her hip, my fingers ghosting the swell of her stomach. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t protest. So, I push it a little further by running my fingertips along the exposed skin between her singlet and shorts.
I relax the minute she hums her approval and nuzzles into the pillow on my lap, and I do my best to focus on the movie, and not how good it feels to touch her.
It takes a while for me to realise that while the plotline of this movie leaves much to be desired, it’s appeal, is that it’s fucking FILTHY, and when one of the raunchiest sex scenes I’ve ever seen, outside of Pornhub, fills the ninety-inch TV screen in front of us, Penny’s breathing noticeably changes. Her tight, taut little nipples, pebbling against her flimsy light blue singlet, don’t go unnoticed, and I thank God that there’s a barrier between my cock, and her head when I feel the strain of my hard on pushing against the pillow.
Seems I was wrong about not needing underwear under these shorts.
Wide eyed, and far too turned on, I watch her, watch the screen as one of the main characters goes to town on the others pussy, spitting on her cunt and all. It’s hot, but not necessarily what I thought I was signing up for when I sat down.
“I See Red” by Everybody Loves an Outlaw is still blaring through the speakers of the TV when Penny’s chest starts rising and falling in short, sharp bursts, and movement under the blanket she has draped across her legs, has me looking down, and realising she’s rubbing her thighs together.
Another minute goes by, and more guttural, lust filled moans fill the dimly lit room. She begins to squirm more noticeably on the couch, and her hand slowly moves from her under her head to underneath the pillow she’s resting on.
I don’t move. Don’t breathe, as her fingers trace my thigh, inching further and further toward my dick, every nerve in my body lighting up with excitement.
I should get up. Go and take a cold shower. I should do anything other than sit here and continue to let her fingers trace around my now painfully hard length, but I don’t, because even though I know better, it’s been so fucking long since she’s touched me, and my entire body aches for her.
“Beck?” she whispers.
“Yeah?” I ask through clenched teeth as she grips me in her palm.
“Touch me.”
Oh, Jesus.
Her request has my cock twitching in her hand and my teeth aching from the pressure.
“Pen,” I choke out, scrunching my eyes closed as I try to control my breathing. “We shouldn’t…”
This is a bad idea, no matter how much I want to do exactly what she’s asking.
She’s hormonal, and we’re basically watching porn right now. She doesn’t want me ; she just wants to get off. I know that. And while it hurts, it’s the truth.
Slowly, she releases me, and I sigh in relief, even though my cock is still being suffocated by the pressure of her head against the pillow on my lap.
That is, until she lifts her head and climbs to her feet to stand in front of me, her gorgeous mane of hair flowing over her shoulders, and practically framing her breasts and pointed nipples.
I watch her, mesmerised by how goddamn sexy she looks right now; light blue singlet straining around her bump, around my baby, and the matching sleep shorts sitting low and tight on her body, making it impossible not to drool over her curves.
My tongue darts out, wetting my bottom lip as I hungrily take her in, in all her fucking glory. When she reaches forward and tosses the pillow from my lap to the floor, my now throbbing cock springs up, tenting the front of my black basketball shorts. Slowly, she approaches, and lifts one leg at a time, resting them on either side of mine. As she grips my shoulders for support, and lowers herself onto me, my self-restraint slips, and I reach forward and cup her ass.
I groan as she holds my eyes and grinds herself down against my erection, the muscles of her ass flexing against my palms as the warmth of her barely covered pussy heats my throbbing cock.
“Pen,” I whisper, her name a plea to tell me to stop. To tell me she needs more time, because I’m beyond terrified that if we do this now, it’ll ruin everything. All the progress we’ve made. All that trust I can see swirling around in her eyes…this could ruin it all.
“Shhh,” she whispers back, her lips hovering over mine as her hands roam freely over my shoulders. “Just shut up and kiss me.” She links her fingers behind my neck and tugs me forward. The soft kiss she places on my lips has me panting for more when she pulls away, but I try to hold back. I do. But then my eyes zero in on her plump bottom lip, mesmerised as she pulls it into her mouth, and my last shred of self-restraint snaps.
“Fuck it,” I groan a moment before our lips crash together again. This time, our kiss is anything but soft and gentle. I’m rough. Too rough. I wouldn’t be surprised if her lips were bruised after this, but I can’t help myself.
She’s kissing me.
She’s letting me touch her, and I’m too fucking far gone to stop now.
She whimpers as I bite her lip and then moans when I run my tongue along the seam of her now slightly parted mouth. She runs one hand from the back of my head to my cheek, cupping my face as she opens for me, allowing me back in. My entire body shudders as she digs the nails of her other hand into my shoulder, the sting making my breath catch in my throat.
I return the favour, digging my own fingers into the flesh of her ass, using my grip to grind her pelvis down, as I raise my hips off the couch and rub her core along my cock, unable to contain the groan that vibrates through my chest.
Stop.
Calm the fuck down.
She slides both hands around to the back of my head again, sits up higher on her knees, and tugs my head down so that my face is at eye level with her gorgeous, engorged tits.
“Fuck,” I mutter, running my nose along the crease of her cleavage, noting the new veins that have appeared in the past few weeks.
“Touch me,” she begs, caressing my neck. “Please, Beck. Touch me .”
I can’t leave her needing, begging, wanting . It’s just not in me to say no, so instead of protesting, I move one hand to her hip, and the other to my lap, wriggling my fingers around in the leg of her shorts until I find her pussy.
Her hips involuntarily jerk forward as the tip of my index finger brushes against her clit and she gasps, dropping her head back a little, giving me the opportunity to lean in and kiss the side of her neck.
“Yes,” she whines, rocking her hips as I add another finger and dip them both into her arousal before once again focusing on her clit. She’s wet. So unbelievably wet.
Gently, I bite at the junction of her shoulder and her neck, running the hand I have on her hip back down to the swell of her ass. “There you go,” I whisper against her skin, adding a little more pressure where she needs it. “That feel good, baby?”
“Mm-hmm.”
She reaches between us with one hand, searching for my cock, but I grab her wrist before she can make contact. “This is about you, Love. Not me,” I whisper into her ear, even though I can feel the pre cum leaking from my tip.
When she turns her head, I use the opportunity to once again capture her mouth, and swallow down her moans as I quicken my pace. She’s dripping all over my hand, and her legs are starting to tremble against mine, so I know she’s almost there. She just needs a little push.
“Beck,” she whines against my mouth, practically riding my hand now.
“I know,” I coo, cupping her face with my free hand. “Open your mouth.”
Her eyes droop even more as she lets out a choked moan, but she obeys, like the good girl she can be when she wants to. “That’s it,” I praise her. “Now suck,” I add, placing the tip of my thumb between her lips. I can’t help but groan as she does exactly as she’s told and sucks the digit into her mouth, the warm, wet sensation making me leak all over my goddamn shorts. “Good.”
When I pull my thumb free, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and closes her eyes, resting her head against my chest. Her change of positions presents me with the exact angle I need to push her over the edge. With a little less pressure on her clit, I start rubbing it back and forth in quick strokes, as my other hand slips down her back and under the waistband of her shorts.
“So close,” she says, her voice muffled by my chest.
“I know,” I reply as I trace the crease of her ass with my knuckles. “You ready?”
She nods just as I place my wet thumb on her perfect little asshole and pinch her clit between my fingers. She gasps, and I release her clit, only to start rubbing it in tight, firm circles again, all while working my thumb into her.
“Fuck,” she cries, as she allows me in, and her entire body shudders against mine.
“Come,” I command, working my thumb in and out of her, feeling the muscles of her ass pulse around me. “Come all over my fucking hand.”
And, oh, she does, so gloriously I feel like if I wanted to, I could come just from the sight of her doing so. She bites my peck through the material of my t-shirt, and lets out the most beautiful, guttural groan as she drenches my hand, and I work her through her orgasm.
“Oh. My. God,” she cries, her entire body rigid and twitching as she peaks.
“That’s my girl,” I coo, as she begins to sag, coming down. Carefully, I trace her clit with the tip of my finger, ensuring every ounce of pleasure is wrung from her body, before removing my fingers all together.
I place my hand on her back, but instead of melting into me, as I expect her to, she sits back on my thighs and reaches for my dick as it strains painfully against the thin fabric of my shorts.
I’m not fast enough to stop her, and I groan at the feeling of being in her hand once again. She strokes me, for a moment, through my shorts, and every fibre of my being wants to let her continue, but, somehow, I find the strength to gently grab her wrist, and pull her in for a soft, gentle kiss.
“Pen, we shouldn’t,” I whisper against her mouth, knowing I need to play this right, so she doesn’t feel rejected. “This isn’t just sex to me. Me and you. I want it to mean-”
“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” she whispers back, shaking her head, a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes.
And there it is .
“That’s the problem, Pen,” I say on a harsh exhale. “It always means something to me…”
Her eyes immediately widen. “I didn’t mean-”
I shake my head and raise her hand to my lips. “I know,” I whisper before kissing her palm. “I know what you meant.” I reach forward and tuck her hair behind her ear. “And I know you love me, Penny. I know this means something to you, too. I just need you to admit it to yourself before we take this any further. I need you to be as in this as I am.”
“I…”
She looks shell-shocked. Like she’s about to bolt. So, instead of forcing her into a conversation she clearly doesn’t want to have, I cup her face, and pull her to me, placing a soft kiss on her swollen, berry-coloured lips, before whispering, “I’ma take a shower.”
Gently, I move her off me and onto the couch. She doesn’t speak, and I don’t expect her to, but as I make my way across the room, my mind screams…
Come on, baby. Meet me halfway.