Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
ALLISON
Hot Girl Group Chat
Allison
Big announcement ladies - I’m pregnant!!!!!!
Violet
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat EEEEEK!
Rose
Oh thank god. Finally we can talk about it. Lily THAT is why Allison wouldn’t want a bottle of tequila for her 2 year anniversary with Bloom!
Allison
Thanks for keeping my secret boss
Rose
I got you! And congrats again
Lily
OOOOOOOOO. Sorrrrryyyy.
and YAYYYYY!
Olivia
I am SO EXCITED to be an auntieeeeeee!
Rose
Wait
Violet
I’m confused. How is Olivia the baby’s aunt?
Lily
WAIT.
WHAT WHAT WHAT
Violet
OMG.
Olivia
Whoops!
Allison
It’s fine, they were bound to talk to your mother at some point.
Lily
So Maria’s intel was RIGHT.
Violet
No! Way!!!!!!!! How far along are you??
Allison
12 weeks!
Pearl
pay upppppp mother fuckeerrrrrrrrsssss
Allison
Pearl! You can’t bet on information you secretly had
Pearl
oh sweet summer child. we started this after the mashed potato fiasco in november.
i predicted you and wells would mash your potatoes together asap and i was riiiiight
Lily
But the real question…are they STILL mashing their potatoes together
Olivia
This was a terrible time to eat Wells’s leftover mashed potatoes. Barf.
Violet
Are you a couple?? Are you in love!!
Allison
Oh! No we were never in a relationship. This was just to have a baby. Totally platonic.
Pearl
you can see she didn’t answer the potatoes question.
Y’ALL SMASHIN OR WHAT.
Allison
No! No smashing of parts or potatoes or…anything.
We’re both free to do as we please. Date or not date anyone.
I barely see him honestly.
…guys?
Where’d you go?
Lily
Sorrrrry. Had to sort something out.
Allison
Do you have a group chat without me??
Pearl
we can’t place bets in FRONT of you, now can we?
Week 14: Your baby is the size of a peach
After ten weeks of low energy, endless naps, smell sensitivity, and odd cravings, Allison finally felt close to normal again as she entered her second trimester.
The one unexpected symptom, however?
Unending, unquenchable, unyielding horniness.
She masturbated in the morning, at lunch if she worked from home, at night before bed—sometimes twice. It felt like her sex drive had a boulder duct-taped to its gas pedal and was about to Thelma & Louise her off the cliff of insanity.
She’d had no less than four sex dreams about Wells in the last week and had finally taken nearly every vibrator for a test ride, not even embarrassed to use them anymore.
She stretched out on her couch and listened to a spicy audiobook while she explored the higher settings of vibrator number twelve—the Princess Pocket Rocket.
She’d found a book with a breeding kink, and as the raspy, menacing-yet-territorial narrator’s voice purred in her ears through her headphones, she easily imagined Wells saying those things to her.
Spread your legs for me.
Take it so well.
Give me another one.
Such a cumslut for this cock.
She let herself get lost in the story and moaned as the bright pink vibrator took her higher, and higher. She’d pulled down her yoga pants for easier access, feeling naughty and wanton with them pressing against her thighs.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Yes, yes. Wells,” she let herself whisper. She imagined him fucking her against the wall, in Bloom, in his shower. Reliving the highlights of their rounds of trying.
She clicked the vibrator to its highest setting.
“Wells. Please, Wells. Wells,” she moaned louder, until she was screaming his name into her living room, chanting as the whirring cycle of her vibrator inched her higher still.
“Wells, please,” she screamed, chasing the pleasure with her hips.
The door to her cottage flew open, and Allison opened her eyes in time to see Wells tripping into the living room in a panic. He caught himself on the mantel, stumbling in.
“Allison, are you…” He froze at the end of the couch, staring at her vibrator as she fumbled with it, trying to turn it off.
Unable to click the right button in time, a spine-twisting orgasm caught her by surprise and she bucked against the vibrator, lifting off the couch with a moan.
She pushed her headphones off as she tried to focus, tugging up her yoga pants, still not able to turn it off. Pressing every slippery button but the right one as it cycled through the settings until finally, it was silent.
He gulped, staring at the vibrator. “Sorry, I was coming for the trash and I thought…I thought you were hurt.”
She clenched her pussy, imagining him there. “No,” she whispered.
He smelled good.
Looked good, despite his disheveled hair.
And fuck, she was so horny.
He’d obviously realized she’d been fantasizing about him. What other Wells existed in her life?
And yet, he hadn’t teased her.
He gulped again, staring at the vibrator in her hand, then finally met her eyes. “Do you…want me to go?”
Her body ached for his.
Her heart slammed inside her chest. “I don’t care,” she lied.
Stay.
She so desperately wanted him to stay.
“Stay, or go?” he asked firmly, a hot, lusty look in his eyes.
His jaw ticked and he slid a sly hand over his crotch where his cock thickened.
She licked her lips, squeezing her thighs together.
Oh, to hell with dignity.
“Stay,” she rasped.
“Thank Christ,” he muttered.
“It’s the pregnancy,” she said as he slowly walked around the couch until he was beside her. “I can’t stop…this.”
“Coming on a sex toy I bought you while you moan my name?” he said, serious as a heart attack, staring at the toy in her hands
“It’s just the hormones, but…yes,” she said, clicking the vibrator on. She moved it over her yoga pants to where her pussy ached.
He watched her like a hawk. She liked being stared at, liked showing him.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d look like using one of these,” he said, leaning down to squeeze her breast as he tugged open his belt.
Fuck, it was so hot when he took what he wanted from her.
She tugged down the top of her yoga pants until her pussy was visible and teased her clit with it. He moaned, letting out a low, needy growl as he stared at her there.
The vibrations against her clit were all-consuming, making her muscles twitch and jerk.
“What were you thinking about?” he said, tilting her chin to look up at him. He tugged on his cock. “When you screamed my name, begging me for something?” His eyes were dark with open wanting that she’d missed so badly.
It had been a long eleven weeks without it.
“Bloom,” she gasped, arching up from the vibrator. “When you got me pregnant. What you said then,” she said, biting her lip as pleasure pulsed through her. Unending, needy pleasure she’d do anything to keep going. “I think about it all the time. Wanted it then.”
He slowly smiled. “I want it now,” he said darkly, pulling down the tank top she wore, exposing her tits.
“Jesus,” he sighed, taking each one in hand as his cock bobbed in front of her.
“Couldn’t stop staring at these the last time I saw you.
So perfect,” he whispered right before he kneeled, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
Finally. She’d needed this on a molecular level—him obsessed with her, sucking and licking her sensitive nipples—for over two weeks. She threaded her fingers into his hair as he sloppily sucked each one, urging him closer for more.
“Didn’t think they could get better,” he groaned, rubbing his face between them. “But goddamn was I wrong.”
His sweat and cologne were teasing her, taunting her as her vibrator danced along her pussy.
“Smell so good,” she said, yanking his hair up to kiss him.
He moaned into her mouth as he kissed her back, his tongue sliding into her mouth. He’d slid a leg between hers, and the weight of it felt perfect.
She ripped off his t-shirt, wanting to see him, feel him.
His eyes were filled with shocked delight. “I like you pregnant,” he said hungrily.
She tugged him down and kissed his neck, soaking up the scent of him.
She nuzzled in, kissing his chest, unabashedly rubbing her face against his chest hair.
He’d always smelled so comforting when she hadn’t felt good—had never been too strong for her, and now she needed to bottle it.
It made every nerve ending sigh with a right-ness.
She huffed his chest and watched him stroke his cock over her. He pulled back, hooking a thumb around her bottom lip and tugging her mouth open.
“I’m gonna need you to get this cock slippery so I can fuck these perfect tits for you. Can you do that?” he said quietly, confidently.
In answer, she grabbed for his cock, pushing up. She hadn’t taken him in her mouth yet because frankly, Wells tended to eat her out first, and then he’d always come soon after.
He stood beside the couch, and she sat up, licking her lips. With one hand on the vibrator, her other hand squeezed his cock. She pouted her lips around the end of it and her tongue licked the leaking slit slowly.
“Holy…” Wells screwed his eyes shut.
She savored the taste of him—salty, musky. She was no stranger to blow jobs, but she’d never been particularly good at them.
She wanted to be so good for him. To pay him back for the countless orgasms from his head between her thighs.
Letting herself enjoy it with abandon, she sucked and licked the width of his cock as his hand tugged on her hair. All the while, her vibrator pulsed between her thighs in a pleasant buzz.
She looked up as he finally opened his eyes as she was able to take more of him, saliva dripping along him as she moved up and down his cock.
“Fucking hell. Don’t…think…” He closed his eyes again. “Don’t think I can look at you. Those lips. Too good.”
She paused, sliding him out of her mouth, waiting until he opened his eyes. Slowly, she pouted her lips as she forced the head of his cock past them, teasing him.