38. Violet
CHAPTER 38
VIOLET
I pull into the driveway right behind Jay. It’s not late at night, but I’m hoping we can sneak past wherever my mom is into one of our bedrooms upstairs. I want to be alone with Jay. It was hard to keep my hands in check as we wandered the fall festival.
Jay waits in the driveway as I get out of my car. I take my time gathering my things because the thing I’m struggling with right now is guilt. I should have told Jay already. It’s been a few days since I found out I’m pregnant, but I keep just pushing it to the side. It’s easier to have fun and enjoy myself when I don’t think about it.
Jay takes my hand in his and looks at me seriously. “Violet, I want to talk to you about something.”
I look at Jay, and I wonder if he can see the fear on my face. Has he figured it out the way my mom did? What if my mom told him? I don’t think she’d go behind my back like that, but I feel unstable, unsure, about this whole thing.
But when he speaks, it has nothing to do with what I’m thinking. “You know,” Jay says. “There are certain things that boyfriends and girlfriends do, and I’m kind of wanting to do that thing right now.”
I laugh, loving the way Jay is so upfront with me. Because I wouldn’t mind shoving aside my worries either and just letting go, just enjoying him. “I guess if you ask me nicely…”
“Violet, will you please, please, come upstairs and let me help you with that fox costume?”
“Yes.” It slips out of my mouth easily.
Jay's face lights up with a smile. “You’ve just made me the happiest guy in the world, Vi.” He kisses me softly, and I let myself melt into the moment, pushing all my fears aside.
I just want to enjoy my time with Jay. I should be able to do that without thinking about this little baby all the time.
So, I push myself into Jay, hoping to forget everything that’s bothering me. I push my lips into his, wanting more and more. Maybe if he puts all of my senses on high alert, I’ll be able to think about nothing but him.
Jay’s tongue parts my lips, and I can feel heat spreading through my body, heat that’s in complete contrast to the brisk, fall breeze that is now blowing around my car and working its way through the thin fabric of my fox suit.
Jay’s hands slowly wander down my body until he’s resting them on my hips. Then, he moves them backward until he has my ass firmly in his grasp. He pulls me up against him, and even through the thick fur of his bear costume, I can feel his erection.
It turns me on, and I finally start forgetting about all the worries that have swamped me the last few days.
Jay breaks away from my lips and kisses along my jaw until he reaches my ear. His voice is barely louder than a whisper as he says softly, “Maybe we should go inside unless we want to give the neighbors a show.”
“Maybe they don’t want a show, but I do,” I tell Jay. “Are you up for giving me one?”
“If you’re asking in that tone of voice, I’ll give you anything you want.” Jay nuzzles my neck, and the hair from his hood tickles my neck, sending tingles down to a place between my legs.
“Let’s be quiet,” he suggests after giving my neck one last kiss. “Unless you want your mother to come out of her bedroom and ask us about the festival.”
I shake my head, and Jay leads me up the front porch steps instead of through the garage. The garage door leads right past the bedroom where Mom stays, but the front door will take us directly to the stairs.
My stomach clenches as Jay unlocks the door, and we sneak inside. Jay nods toward the stairs, and I start up them. He’s right behind me, his hands on my ass as I reach the top of the stairs. I pause with my hands on the banister and turn back a little so I can ask Jay if we should go to his room or mine.
But Jay doesn’t wait for a bedroom. As soon as he reaches the landing, he turns to me and presses my back against the banister. He’s shoved the hood from the bear costume off so that it’s hanging down his back.
He kisses me hard and with passion. “I think a little celebration is in order after an answer like that.”
“Maybe in the bedroom?” I suggest, glancing behind me at the foyer below. My mother doesn’t move quickly, though, not since she injured herself. We would hear her coming, so I let go of my concerns and just let Jay make me feel good.
His lips trail a line of kisses down my neck until they reach the zipper of my fox costume. “I don’t think we need this anymore,” he says in a low voice as he bites down on the zipper and moves it further down. He stops when it’s just below my breasts and comes back to them.
With deft hands, he exposes my bra, pulling the fox costume off my arms. It sinks down until it’s sitting around my waist, and Jay sucks in air as he takes in the sight of me.
“God, it would take the strength of a saint not to touch you when you look like this. Good thing I don’t need that kind of strength.”
I want to tease Jay. “No, you don’t. You can touch me how ever you want.”
Jay leans forward, stroking my nipple through my bra. I can feel it getting harder as Jay plays with me. He puts his mouth to work, and I close my eyes as he kisses me all over. His lips start by my neck and work their way down until the edge of my bra. I can feel myself urging him forward silently, wanting more. It takes all of my strength to keep myself from opening my mouth and letting a groan out.
Jay continues to trail kisses down my body, his lips playing with my belly button. He kisses my skin where it meets the rest of the fox suit. Then, his other hand comes up and between my legs. Even through the fabric of the fox costume, his touch sends waves of pleasure through me.
“Jay!” I say, unable to stop myself.
Jay lets out a low chuckle. “I thought you didn’t want anyone to hear us.”
“Maybe we should go to your room,” I suggest.
“Or maybe not. Maybe I want to make you scream so loudly right here that the neighbors wake up.”
“I’m more concerned about my–”
But Jay is standing again, and his lips take mine. And then, those silly concerns float right away. Jay grinds his hips against me, and I want the rest of our clothes off immediately. There are too many layers, and I want to see Jay naked.
I can’t breathe, and Jay is pressing me hard against the banister. My hands roam over his fur until I find the zipper. I pull it down in one hard yank, and the sound of it opening resonates through the foyer and hallway.
Jay steps back and lets it fall to the ground. He’s wearing black boxer briefs underneath, and I can see the clear outline of his erection. He watches me, his eyes sparking with amusement, as he pushes the rest of the bear costume to the ground.
“Okay, my fox, now it’s time to get you undressed.”
My breath catches as Jay steps forward, his hands sliding the fox costume further down my hips until it pools around my ankles. I kick it off, and he takes a step back to admire me. I can tell by the way his dick is throbbing that he likes what he sees.
“You’re so sexy, Violet,” he murmurs, his hands reaching out to cup my breasts. He lowers his mouth to my nipple, sucking it through the lace of my bra, and I moan softly, arching into him.
He grins up at me, his eyes glinting with mischief. “We have to be quiet, remember?”
I nod, biting my lip to stifle another moan as his mouth works its magic. He unclasps my bra with ease, and it joins the pile of clothes on the floor.
I’m now fully naked, and I want Jay to be naked too. I reach for him, but Jay shakes his head. “Not yet. Let me enjoy you first. I want you to come all over me.”
Jay bends forward, now touching my breasts without any sort of barrier. I moan, trying to keep the sounds deep in my throat, but they somehow escape.
“Jay, Jay!” I say, trying to push him off me. He’s barely even touched me, and I feel like I’m going to climax already.
Then, I hear a thump downstairs. Fuck. My mom must be up.
Like a pair of teenagers, I grab Jay’s hand and rush him into his bedroom. Jay shuts the door behind me, and we’re both breathing more heavily.
“She’ll never know what we’re up to now with those bears and fox costume in the hallway,” he whispers.
I laugh, and Jay presses a hand over my mouth in play. “Keep it down or she’ll find out.”
That only makes me giggle harder. “You better get back to what you’re doing, or…”
“Or?”
“Or I’ll make you start groaning.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.”
I shut him up by kissing him, then I reach between us to grab his cock. It’s rock hard in my hand, unyielding, and I want it inside me, all of it.
“Jay,” I’m barely able to whisper.
“You want me?” he asks.
“Yes, I want you now.”
Jay moves back only an inch, just enough space for us to breathe instead of kiss, but I take advantage of it. I push at the waistband of Jay’s boxer briefs. They resist at first, but then they give.
Jay’s erection springs free, standing up tall, and I can see a bubble of liquid at the end. I can’t control myself once I see him. I have to touch him.
I reach out to make him mine, my fingers wrapping around his hardness. Jay groans softly, his eyes closing in pleasure as I stroke him. “Violet,” he murmurs, his voice a plea.
“Yes?” Now, it’s my turn to tease him.
I press my thumb into the bubble of liquid on the head and slowly move my thumb in circular motions along the softest part of it. Jay closes his eyes, and I feel his body relaxing into my grip.
“I could stand like this all day.”
I guide Jay back to the bed, and gently push him back onto it, still pleasuring him with my hand as I move it up and down his length. Then, Jay grabs my hips and pulls me onto the bed too. I tumble into him, our bodies tangling together. Jay’s hands are everywhere, caressing me and driving me wild. He kisses me deeply, his tongue dancing with mine, and I feel the heat between us building until I don’t have the strength to hold out any longer.
“Jay, I need you inside me,” I tell him, moaning the words more than saying them.
“Are you sure? Sure you don’t want to just go to sleep now?”
“I want you, Jay. I need you.”
With a groan, Jay pushes me onto my side so that I’m facing him in the bed. He slowly pushes my thighs apart, and I lift my top leg, holding it in position for him.
Jay slips a finger between my legs, rubbing it through my wet folds.
“Jay, I want you, not your finger.” I don’t want to wait any longer. I’ve been patient long enough.
“Just wait. I’ll give you what you want soon,” Jay says.
But he’s playing with me. Normally, I would like it, but when I catch his eyes teasing me, a pit of guilt fills my stomach. I should tell him about the baby.
I’m annoyed that the thought is coming into my head right now, and I feel myself edging back from a climax. This is why I need Jay inside me right now, so I can forget about everything else.
Then, he slips two fingers into me, rubbing my clit as he moves them in and out of me. “Jay…” I complain. But at the same time, he’s making me feel good.
I close my eyes and relax. Jay takes over, holding my leg with one hand as he presses his thumb into my clit hard. I yelp as a shot of pleasure shoots up my spine.
“Fuck me already!” I beg.
Jay gasps, and I can tell that I’m sending him over the edge too. He moves upright and positions himself between my legs, his tip teasing my entrance. I wrap my legs around him, urging him forward. He enters me slowly, filling me completely, and I gasp at the sensation.
I tighten my pussy around him, and Jay groans in response. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs.
“For you,” I whisper.
Jay pauses, giving me a moment to adjust, his eyes never leaving mine. He breathes slowly in, then out. “I’m going to fuck you hard, and you don’t get to complain since you just begged me to get inside you.”
“Do what you want with me.”
With laser focus, Jay begins to move, and I lose my ability to form words. The rhythm he sets is slow and steady at first, but it quickly builds in intensity. He’s pushing himself inside me hard, hard, then harder. And it’s still not enough.
I want more of him. All of him. Everything he can give me.
“More…Harder!” I urge, and Jay complies. His hips are smacking my own, and I don’t care about what noise we are making now. I feel myself reaching an edge, and I know I’m going to come. I grip the sheets, trying to find some sort of hold, something to steady myself as I teeter on the edge.
Jay’s movements become more urgent, his breathing ragged as he drives us both closer and closer to finishing. “Violet,” he groans, his voice thick with need.
“I’m close,” I manage to gasp, my body tensing as the pleasure builds up. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
And somehow, he has the energy to keep going. He doesn’t stop. And that’s all I need right now.
“Come for me, Violet,” Jay whispers, his eyes locked on mine.
I’m almost there. I close my eyes and tilt my head back. My back arches as Jay’s thumb finds my clit again, pressing into it hard as he continues to move his cock in and out of me. “More… more!” I’m practically shouting now.
Jay lets go of my leg, letting it fall where it may, and braces himself on the bed, pushing himself into me again and again. He continues with an endurance I can’t match, but I urge him on as I can.
“Keep on. Keep going. Harder, Jay!”
He groans loudly, pushing himself into me as hard as possible.
With a cry, I tumble over the edge, my body convulsing in pleasure. I groan as the pleasure works its way through my whole body, my muscles releasing tension. Jay follows a moment later, coming with one final thrust inside me. He collapses on top of me, his breathing heavy and uneven.
I love the feel of his bare skin against mine, of his body pressing into me. I don’t want to move. I don’t want this moment to end.
But the familiar guilt starts to seep in, almost immediately taking over the fuzzy warmth of happiness I was feeling.
We lay there for a few minutes, our bodies still tangled together. Jay brushes a strand of hair from my face, his eyes filled with love and tenderness. I sense that everything from him is upfront and genuine. Yet I know that I’m not. I’m carrying a secret and an entire life that he deserves to know about.
“I love you, Violet.”
“I love you too, Jay,” I whisper back, not even startled at how honest it feels.
We lay in silence, the room filled with the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window.
I can’t keep it in any longer. Tears start to silently leak down my cheeks. I know he’s going to hate me. I’m never going to have another moment like this again. Not with Jay. Maybe not ever. A kid will change everything.
Jay looks up suddenly. “I’m going to– Violet, what’s wrong?”
He sits up and starts to reach for me. I brush the tears away, angry at myself for letting them out. I can’t keep putting this off. I have to tell him.
“I’m pregnant.”