Chapter Twenty-One
Icould already tell it was gonna be her way or the high way, but at this point, I didn’t really care how it happened.
Just that it finally did. My feelings for her had been changing for a while, and the last few days had been a fucking shit show and the only strength in that time had been hers.
She’d kept me going. She’d given me the courage to fucking face my mistakes, and own that shit.
I dragged V’s jacket off her, amid her grumbles and struggles to assist me, and then I shoved her down on her back again.
“Can you just fucking let me drive, woman? I know what I’m doing.”
She reached up and flicked my earlobe, and what the fuck was it with my fucking ears and the two females in my life?! I caught her hand and brought it up to my mouth, biting gently on her fingers.
“Ooooh feeling bitey, are we? That’s hot.” Fuck me, this was gonna be the most comedic sex of my life at this rate.
“Watch I don’t bite you in places you don’t wanna be bit, woman.”
V helped my cut off my shoulders, and I tossed it up on the pillows above her head. My priority was her right now, and she was still wearing too much.
“Fuck, woman, could you BE wearing any more clothes?”
Her face practically lit up at the reference to what turned out to be a favourite show for both of us.
“Kinda wish I’d gone commando,” she whispered in response, and fuck me, I was gonna lose it if I didn’t get inside her in the next five minutes.
I dragged her clothes off, while she tried to remove mine, and fuck me, this is why some guys tie their woman down, right?
“You wanna let me fucking do this?” I grumbled, as I moved back to try and get her ankle boots off, and then dragging on her smart trousers. Fuck me, did she come straight here from work? I swear I could smell the medicinal smell on them.
“Dammit, Rocket, get back up here.”
She was trying to drag me, while I was getting my t-shirt off, and as a result, everything was taking longer.
“Fucking tying you up next time,” I murmured, tossing my t-shirt, and pulling at my jeans, slapping her hands away once, then twice, because she just kept fucking trying to take over.
“Next time you can be in charge, yeah? Just fucking lay back and take it.”
That glare, fuck me, I could get off just picturing that.
Finally naked, finally fucking both naked, I pushed her legs apart, and up, so she was open to me, and then my face was buried between her legs, licking and sucking at her, as she began gasping and writhing on the bed.
See? This is what her mouth should be doing.
Gasping. Sighing. Hell, whimpering, screaming, any of the above.
“You’re going to suffocate,” she whispered as I buried my entire fucking face in her sweet scent and nuzzled her with my nose.
“Gonna gag you too,” I replied as I lifted my head, and licked my lips, “how’s this part of you so sweet, when you’re all sass, huh?”
“Rocket, with the greatest of respect, shut the fuck up.”
She tried to push my head back down, and I went willingly, because I wanted more. More of her sweetness. More of those sounds. More of everything, for fucking ever.
“Oh god, oh goddd,” she was gasping, and that’s when I heard a little yip from behind me and froze. That was Nixie. Fuck me. Ice ran down my spine as I realised the poor thing could be looking right at my naked ass right now.
“What? Why the fuck did you stop? I was nearly there!”
I looked over my shoulder at Nixie in her corner, but she was chewing her toy again, and not eyeballing my bare ass like a perv.
“Is it weird, doing this where she can watch?” I asked, releasing one of her ankles to jerk a thumb over my shoulder at Nixie.
V leaned up on her elbows, checking behind me, while she straightened out the released leg, and tucked it over my shoulder.
“She doesn’t care, but I do, Rocket. I need that orgasm you almost fucking gave me. You wanna get back to work?”
She never stopped. Never switched it off. I was starting to really fucking love that about her.
“So you’re saying you want me to finish tongue-fucking you?”
She groaned, and started pushing my head down. This fucking battle between us, the push and pull, was epic. I never wanted it to end, and I wasn’t even inside her yet.
“Rocket, come onnnn!”
I went back to tonguing her sweet pussy, while my dick felt like it was about to explode. I knew it was leaking pre-cum all over the bedding, but it couldn’t be helped. I’d get her off, then slam my cock inside her, and stay there. Never leaving. Nope.
I pushed a finger inside her, wriggling it around in her hot, wet pussy, and she arched up toward me.
Huh. She liked that for sure. Once I found a rhythm that kept making her ride my face in desperate arches up into me, I pushed her harder, my tongue and lips working her clit, until she finally contorted, and nearly ripped all my hair out as her gasping became moans that rode her as hard as she rode me.
Fuck. I could die happy just like this too.
V
The man knew how to use his mouth, that was for damn sure. I guess in all the ways, but this way? This was my new favourite way.
He was grinning smugly at me as he practically prowled up my body and thrust inside me, and whoa, what the hell?
“Rocket!”
He grinned down at me, his cock filling me to the hilt, and stretching me wider than I’d expected. I hadn’t even had a glimpse of it before it went in me, but he wasn’t lacking in the trousers department for sure.
“What? You wanted my cock, and you got it. Was I supposed to fucking knock first?”
I reached up to flick his ear, but he was ready for that, catching my hand and pinning it beside my head.
“Nope. No more ear stuff. Seriously, you’re way more messed up than I realised. You’ve got an ear fetish or something.”
“No, dickhead, just… we didn’t discuss, like, protection and stuff.”
He sighed, lacing his fingers with mine.
“I’m clean, haven’t been with anyone since I moved here like nine months ago.
Nah, longer than that. Jesus, long enough, let’s put it that way.
” Nine months. Everything was a reminder of what I wanted the most, and that’s when I realised I didn’t have to worry about this.
I knew I wasn’t on birth control, because hello, divorcing, and desperate for a baby, but wasn’t it incredibly twisted not to be clear about that?
He lowered his lips to mine again, and his kisses warmed me right back up, to the point where I was forgetting that thing I was supposed to mention, because he was on me, and in me, and it was like every little fear or concern drifted away from me, but as he pulled back to look at me, his hips driving at mine with more enthusiasm, I tried again, because I didn’t want this, whatever this was, based on lies.
“Rocket-”
“This isn’t the talking time, woman. This is the time for fucking and moans, groans, and gasps of pleasure.”
“Aren’t you worried about me being, you know… clean too?”
He paused, his brow creasing a little, then started chuckling.
“With respect, babe, I know you’re too classy a woman to get into bed with the wrong guy… oh wait, you just did.”
I tried for his ear again, but he caught my wrist once more, pinning it again.
“Shoulda just kept that. Definitely tying you up next time, woman. It’s like fucking a barracuda or something.”
Everything he was doing felt so good that I kept forgetting that I was effectively tricking him into fertilising me, at least potentially, and that wasn’t cool. It was such a breach of trust. He was trusting me, and I was using him. Wasn’t I?
“Oh god!”
“Yeah, baby, you like it when I hit deep like that, huh?”
“Your mouth… is moving… again…” I gasped out as my orgasm started to crest and he picked up speed, his cock pounding into me with a little less control as he chased his own release.
I pushed it back, fighting my own orgasm, because I couldn’t lie to him like this.
“I’m… not on… birth… control,” I gasped out, the very confession releasing what I’d been holding onto, and sending my body into a golden flame of pleasure, everything fading away as it licked its way through my body, tingling every nerve ending.
Rocket, on the other hand cursed, pulling out of me just before I felt his warm cum splatting against my stomach, and he rested his cock against my abdomen as he caught his breath.
“Woman. That’s not the kinda sex talk I was looking for,” he gasped out, before he started chuckling, and that turned to laughter, which I couldn’t help joining in with. Of all the reactions I expected from him, humour in this moment where I almost misled him was not one of them.
He moved up onto his knees between my legs, his fingers stroking his cock, which looked at least semi-hard still, despite my little confession. A confession that’d make most men panic, or get angry.
“You’re not mad at me?”
I realised he’d been staring at me, well, not at me… at my pussy, or wait, maybe not even that. His cum on me? Who knows? Maybe some male pride thing, coating a woman in his jizz, or something.
His dark eyes lifted, as he stroked himself once more.
“You wanted a baby though. Like it makes sense that you’re not on anything right now.”
I lifted up onto my elbows, unexpectedly comfortable naked and chatting with him, like we’d known each other forever instead of just a few damn days.
“But I should have said it earlier, like up front. I wasn’t trying to-”
“Woman, the last thing you’re likely to do is lie or deceive a person. You’ve been there. You’ve felt it. So… yeah, I’m not mad…”
“But?” He was something, so if not mad, what the hell was it?
“I uh… I guess… there’s something you need, and technically I could supply it.” I blinked slowly, watching his lips twitch as he fought a smile.
“Wait, what?”
“Supply and demand, right? Or I guess, demand and supply. You want a baby, and I could help with that. Like… we both have half of what’s needed, don’t we?” He leaned forward, sliding his fingers through his cum, and lifted them, showing me, as if I needed fucking show and tell right now.
“Rocket…”
He grinned, lowering his fingers to my pussy, sliding them over my clit, and down between my pussy lips.
The very act of it, the very thought of it, was all making me hot again, making me horny, because he wasn’t afraid of the thought.
He wasn’t running from it. We weren’t even a couple, and yet he was offering to give me the thing my ex couldn’t, or wouldn’t.
He wasn’t even flinching at it. His fingers swiped my abdomen again, and then dipped lower, sliding inside me, as if he was trying to fertilise me with them, suddenly thrusting them deep inside me.
My head tipped back on my shoulders as a soft moan rippled through me.
“Oh god, Rocket.”
“I could be your god, or I could… I could be your uh… baby daddy.”
My eyes shot open again, because apparently they’d closed with the pleasure, and I lifted my head again to stare at him. He was frowning at himself enough for both of us though.
“Fucking stupid term that. Like the word is father, right? Or dad. Not baby daddy. Why do they need to quantify what I’d be the daddy of?”
His fingers swiped once more, delved once more, his focus intent on what he was doing as he surged deep with his fingers, twisting his hand up, so they swirled inside me, and sent more ripples of delight shooting up my body.
“Reckon I could make you come like this. You’re so fucking easy to get off. Weird, really, because you’re so hard to please in other ways.”
“Bite me, Rocket.”
His grin lit his face up. “Yeah, that could be fun.” He leaned down as his fingers continued thrusting, and sank his teeth into my thigh. He wasn’t biting hard enough to hurt, but the sting of pain combined with the pleasure of his fingers sent another lash of sensation along my nerve endings.
There was no way what he was doing would be enough to get me pregnant, like maybe there was a teeny tiny chance, but it wouldn’t be enough, would it? I’d tried for months to get pregnant, almost a year. If the bastard ex managed to get someone else up the duff, then maybe the problem was me.
“I…”
“Yeah, babe, you want more cum. I get it. Easier to get it from the source though, so I’m gonna fuck you again now.”
Rocket moved, and positioned himself between my legs again, dragging his rigid, heated cock over my abdomen, and between my pussy lips. I was definitely wet enough for this, but he paused, his dark eyes on mine again.
“This is what you want, right? I’m not just steamrollering you or something? Like… if I’m able to give you a baby, you want that, don’t you?”
My god. He was offering me everything I’d ever wanted, and if the baby looked like him, it’d be a beautiful little thing too, with those expressive eyes, and that hidden intelligence.
“Yes. Please, Rocket, yes!”
“Wow, you do have manners after all.” I slapped his chest but a moment later I was gripping his shoulder, gasping with pleasure, and a little pain, as he thrust inside me.
This time it wasn’t an easy glide, it was a sharp slam of flesh inside flesh, like the very idea of impregnating me was making it hotter for him too.
“Gonna knock you up, woman. Fill you with my cum.” Ugh.
“Stop. Fucking. Speaking!” I dragged his face to mine, using my lips and tongue to shut him up.