27. The Birds And The Bees #2
She whines in response, rutting into the air, egging me on without ever forming a complete sentence.
I grind rougher with thrust after unforgiving thrust, my legs the equivalent of Jell-O despite being sturdily planted on the bed.
She’s so unbelievably wet, and I’m a hair-trigger away from meeting her at the same finish line.
“God, fuck—all of them. Don’t stop. It feels so good!” she screams, probably alerting every single one of our neighbors.
The hottest thing a girl can be is loud in the bedroom. It means I’m doing my job right.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Trouble. Scream louder. Let everyone in this goddamn hotel know that you’re mine,” I tell her, my arrogance bolstered by the reedy moans that rocket up her throat. I’m so far gone that it feels like parts of my brain are leaking through a hole in my skull.
“I’m a man who marks his territory, and you’ve been mine ever since the moment you crawled through that window. There was never anybody else.”
Exhaustion-battered, my pumps turn sloppy, and the frequency of her squeezes seem to be slowing down.
Dark spots dance in my vision as my heart pitter-patters against my chest. My stamina and my libido and the unshakable, nicotine-like itch to screw Lake well into the early morning all throw themselves into an invisible pressure cooker, intent on pushing me over the edge.
I’ve reached a Lake-induced psychosis, folks.
“You were it for me too,” she huffs, cunt rippling around my daunting girth.
I hazard one last glance at her in her natural state—hair disheveled, face pale, sweaty in a way that liquid shimmers on her skin rather than coagulates into a film. I don’t need a Polaroid to remember this exact moment in time.
“I’d hope so with the way your pussy is gripping my cock.”
Lake chokes on her words. “Fill me to the brim, Sutton. Splatter my walls in hot cum. I’ve been such a good girl, I deserve this. I need this.”
Jesus Christ.
I manage to get a few more strokes in before my ass clenches and my orgasm hits me like a freight train. I follow through with my promise, spilling into her at an unconceivable rate, needing to stabilize myself with my hands on the headboard to keep from toppling over.
The outpouring seems endless—so hot and thick and sticky that my softening cock has been enveloped in a bubble of perpetual warmth. There’s an ERROR message flashing across my brain, probably because my inhibitions took a hike the second I saw that lacy little number she had waiting for me.
Lake groans, promptly coating my length in more cum before melting into the duvet.
I pull out of her so I can roll onto my side, and the sated look imbued in her eyes is confirmation that I satisfied her in every way I could.
The whole room smells like sex, and we’re both in a sweaty, breathless, boneless heap.
I don’t think I’ve ever fucked that hard in my entire life.
Runnels of liquid desire web between her thighs, soaking into the material rumpled underneath us. My dick is in a similar state, still oozing the last of my arousal from the gross surplus that didn’t fit all the way into her cunt.
“You’re suspiciously good at that,” she says with a dulcet tone, mirroring my position, brushing some wet strands of hair out of her face.
I laugh. “At sex?”
“At making me feel loved.”
Maybe it’s only a temporary fix, but in this split second of time when the world doesn’t seem like it’s caving in, the semipermanent worry I’ve nursed within the four walls of my apartment ceases to exist—a root canal for the disquietude that doesn’t want to die quietly.
“I’ll always do everything in my power to make you feel loved, Lake,” I reassure her.
Her bottom lip falls victim to a bite. “What if we—what if we actually get pregnant?”
My chest feels like it’s been cracked open with a pickaxe. “You’re on birth control, right?”
“Of course…” she trails off, then eschews eye contact. “I’m just overthinking.”
I gently turn her face back toward me, the air in the room underscored with a gravity that I know all too well. “Hey, birth control isn’t always a hundred percent effective. It’s a valid concern. And…and I know this probably doesn’t seem helpful, but I’d support whatever you wanted to do.”
I ease her uncertainty with a fissure-opening truth that I’ve never told anyone before.
“I’ve, uh, always wanted a big family. Four kids preferably.
It’s been me and my dad for so long that I’m scared of reliving a purposeless life—the kind where holidays are so lonely that I begin to resent each one.
A sensible part of me knows that children aren’t some magical fix, and maybe I’m more in love with the idea of them than the reality.
I don’t remember when my breeding kink started.
It was just a way to deepen my connection with my partner.
And as fun as it is, I’d never want to pressure you into actually following through with anything.
Your safety and comfort are my number one priority. ”
Lake nods. “I get it. There’s something nice about exploring a scenario that…might not happen in the future.”
“I don’t need to be a father. I certainly don’t think I’d be a good one right now. All I need is you. This whole kink hinges on a fantasy, and if it stresses you out, we won’t indulge in it from here on out, okay?”
“No, I—I enjoy it. And I mean, one day down the road, I would like to have a child with you.”
I freeze. To be honest, I was tallying the freckles on her face before being thrown completely off-kilter. Her sentiment is as heavy as a weighted blanket, ironically juxtaposed against her soft, steady voice.
“You would?” I exclaim, an incurable fondness shoehorning its way into my frantic heart.
She cracks a smile; the dam in her eyes is close to breaking. “Yeah, Sutton. I think you’d make a wonderful dad. I see how you are with Max.”
“I’m only good with him because he was raised right—and that’s all on you, Lake. There’s no doubt in my mind that you’d make an amazing mom.”
I know we’re young. We have a long way to go before making any irreversible decisions in our lives, but like Lake said, it’s nice to fantasize from time to time. And I fantasize about my girl. A lot.
“Do you always know the right thing to say?”
I scoot closer to her so I can deposit a kiss onto her forehead, basking in the combined heat of our bodies. “Hardly, but with you, the words come a lot easier.”