Flirting with the Stranger, page 17
part #1 of Harbor Highlands Series Series
“I wish it were your hands on me right now. Touching, squeezing, and caressing. I want you licking and sucking each hard nipple into your mouth.”
“Fuck, cupcake. I want that too. I’m tempted to get in my car right now, so I can be with you. Just looking at you and how goddamn sexy you are has me rock-hard. Look at what you do to me.” He pans the camera down. His hand grips his thick cock as he slowly strokes up and down.
Lifting my phone, I bring the screen closer so I can get a better view. I backstep until my legs hit the side of my bed. While holding my phone with one hand, I use my other to grab a couple of pillows and prop them against the headboard before I crawl on top of the comforter. I never thought watching another person pleasure themselves would be so hot. Everyday, he’s teaching me something new about myself, about life. Plain and simple, he’s been everything I’ve been missing. My feelings have never been this intense with anyone else. Sure, we fight but our passion for each other always wins.
“I wish it was your hand wrapped around me. Even better, your pretty, plump lips sucking me down.” He thrusts his hips up in motion with his hand. His voice draws my attention and I go back to watching Van while he masturbates. “The tip of my cock hitting the back of your throat, swallowing me whole.” His voice is low and hoarse like he’s hanging on by a thread.
A bead of pre-cum sits on the tip of his deep red, almost purple tip. Instinctively, I lick my bottom lip, wanting it to be the head of Van’s cock. The pad of his thumb brushes over the tip and he smears the moisture down his shaft.
I glide my hand over my collarbone and over my right breast. “Van, I need you so much right now.” I arch my back as I cup my breast and pinch my nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“How bad do you want me?”
“I don’t just want you, Van. I need you. I ache for you.” I continue to trail my hand down between my breast and over my stomach until I reach the apex of my thighs. Goosebumps pebble all over my heated skin. I pinch my eyes closed, imagining Van’s hand roaming my body.
“Let me see how much you need me. How wet is your pussy? Is it dripping for me?”
With hooded eyes, I watch through the small screen as Van continues to pump his cock. His strong fingers grasp the hard flesh as he strokes his fist up and down, growing faster with each stroke. When he comes, I want us to come together.
Once my hand reaches my pelvic bone, I spread my knees, opening up myself to Van. With a finger, I circle my clit before sliding down my slit. My arousal coats my finger as I spread the moisture around.
“Fuck, cupcake. Your pretty, pink pussy is primed for me. Imagine me running my tongue up your pussy, devouring you, savoring your taste. My hand wraps around my fat, throbbing cock. I line up to your hole and thrust inside. With each pump of my hips, I’d kiss you and swallow your moans as I sink deep inside you.”
I exhale a moan as I push a finger inside. It’s nowhere near the size of Van, but it’ll have to do. When I pull out, I add a second finger, stretching me a little more.
“Van.” I pant. “I feel you inside me. My fingers are drenched with my arousal for you.”
I pull my fingers out, rub my clit, and plunge back in. I repeat this over and over again. My back arches as my orgasm builds. Stars dance behind my eyelids, and I know at any moment I’m going to burst with pleasure. It builds and builds until I’ve reached the point of no return.
“Oh God, Van. I’m going to come.”
“Me too, cupcake. You’re gripping my cock so tight right now. I’m thrusting harder. Faster. I’m ready to explode.”
My motions mimic his words, thrusting harder and faster.
“I can’t hold on any longer. Fuck. I’m coming.”
Both of us release at the same time. My entire body ruptures like a volcano. I pinch my eyes shut and call out Van’s name as my body rockets to the stars. Each of my extremities tingle with bliss. Slowly, I fall back down to Earth. Sated and satisfied. When I open my eyes and stare at the screen, Van’s grip on his cock slows. A splatter of cum covers his stomach.
My chest heaves as I roll over and lie on my side. I prop the phone on the pillow next to me and hold it steady with my hand. “I have to admit that was a first for me.”
“I’m inclined to go away more often, so we can do more of that.”
“Maybe we can just go to separate rooms. I don’t like when you’re not here.”
“I’ll be back tomorrow. What do you have planned for the rest of the day?”
“After that, I might need a nap. Then the girls want to meet for dinner later. What are your plans?”
“I have a few things to take care of around here. I’ll let you get to your nap, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.” I blow a kiss to the camera. We say goodbye one more time before ending the call. I set the phone down next to me, deciding I do need that nap. I reach down and grab the corner of the blanket, tug it over me, and drift off to a relaxing sleep.
Several hours later my eyelids flutter open, the setting sun casting a warm glow in my bedroom. I was having the best dream where I got to watch Van’s fingers wrapped around himself, up and down, as he stroked himself to orgasm. I shut my eyes, hoping to continue where I left off, but all I can picture is a black screen. Wait? Was that a dream? I lift the end of the blanket and peek under. Well, shit. Maybe it wasn’t.
My phone buzzes next to me on the bed. Butterflies swarm in my belly, hoping it’s a message from Van. When I flip the phone over, the butterflies turn to wasps when I see the name.
Josie: I have a huge favor. I need a cake for a birthday party. I’m thinking about three tiers. A coffee layer cake with vanilla espresso buttercream. Oh, and I need it by next weekend. You can do that right?
I slam the phone down. I don’t have the energy to answer her right now. Plus, a three-tier cake in a week? Does she think I have nothing else to do except wait for her cake orders? Ugh! I climb out of bed, grab my robe dangling off the back of a chair, shove my arms into the holes, and tie the belt around my waist. I slide my phone into the pocket and descend the stairs. My hand flies to my chest and I cup a breast with my hand. Normally, I’m used to wandering around my house without a bra, but today my boobs are sore and tender to the touch. I lighten my steps in order to prevent any bouncing as I pass through the living room and into the kitchen. When I cross the threshold, my stomach growls on cue as if it knows where I am and demands food. I check the time on the digital clock on the stove. Four-thirty. I’m meeting with the girls in a couple of hours, so a quick snack will tide me over.
After I have some of my favorite BellaVitano black pepper cheese cut into chunks, I toss a handful of crackers on a plate and place the cheese in the middle. I pull out a jar of Kalamata olives, spoon out several, and place them next to the cheese. My mini charcuterie board might be a little more than a snack, but I’m sure I’ll enjoy every bite and I might even lick the plate when I’m done.
I plop down on my couch and rest my snack board on my lap. I prop my feet up on the coffee table and turn on the Food Network. I need something to occupy my time for a bit. Because I’m a glutton for punishment I text Josie back letting her know I’ll do the cake. It’s hard to turn down the money.
I cover my mouth to stifle a yawn. We’ve been at Porter’s for over an hour. I pick a french fry from the basket and dip it in my half mayo and half ketchup mixture and pop it into my mouth. We’ve talked about everyone else’s lives, so it was only a matter of time before I became the topic of conversation.
“What’s happening with the bakery?” Charlie asks.
“Nothing new. Everything is still up in the air. He did agree to opening a few days a week to serve our usual customers and I was able to hire back our two part-time employees. One moment it’s like we’re moving in the right direction, and then we’re standing still the next. But right now, he’s in the Cities for a couple of job interviews, so, it’s not looking good.” I lazily swirl a french fry in the dip before tossing it in my mouth.
“He’s moving away?” Olivia asks.
“I’m not sure what his plan is. I’m always left with more questions than answers. I hate being in limbo. With my life. With the bakery. Everything. I want to move forward.” I sigh.
“Can’t he move back to the Cities and you run the place since you practically know how to do everything, anyway? It’ll be like he’s a silent partner,” Parisa says.
“I’ve mentioned that, but he hates the idea of being two hours away if something were to happen. He doesn’t feel comfortable doing it. I can’t blame him. I don’t think I could do it either.”
Another yawn creeps out, and I cover my mouth. I don’t know why I’m so tired today. All week it’s been like this. I’ve even gone to bed early and I still can’t manage to stay up past 10 p.m.
“Is the weather changing? Or the barometric pressure dropping. All day, my boobs have been so tender.” I shimmy in my seat to discreetly adjust myself, but secretly want the fabric to brush against my nipples to release some of the ache.
“Your boobs can sense the weather?” Charlie asks.
“That would be a pretty cool party trick.” Olivia cups her breasts and moves them in sync as she talks. “Tomorrow will be mostly cloudy with a chance of rain in the evening.”
I lean over the table toward Olivia. “People can see you.” A table of twenty somethings next to us quickly turns around, hiding their snickers.
“Wait a second. That’s the third time you’ve yawned and now you’re complaining of tender breasts. The last time that happened to me…” Parisa’s eyes go wide. She leans in and whispers, “Are you pregnant?”
“Me? What? No. I’m not pregnant.” I shake my head because I can’t be pregnant.
“When was your last period?” Parisa asks.
“I’ve had my period.” Shit. When was my last period? I glance up at the ceiling as I think back. “I know I got it right after our trip to the Cities. And… I’m sure I’ve had it since.”
“That trip was over two months ago, so there’s still a month that’s unaccounted for,” Olivia says.
“And with all the sex you and Van have been having, I’m surprised you’re not double pregnant,” Charlie says. Everyone laughs but me. Double pregnant? Is that a thing?
“Have you been using protection?” Olivia swirls her drink with her straw.
“We did our first time together. But after that, no. I’m on birth control. And I know it’s not one hundred percent effective, blah blah blah, but I think I have a better chance of getting struck by lightning.”
“Well, I think Zeus hit his target.” Charlie chuckles.
“You’re totally pregnant. I can sense it. It’s the twin thing.” Parisa points between the two of us.
“No. What you’re feeling are your pregnancy hormones.”
“I didn’t want to tell you, but I had a dream you were pregnant. We were pregnant together,” Parisa says.
If I am pregnant, it would be a major inconvenience. Not the baby, but the timing. I rack my brain, trying to think when this could have happened, but I’m drawing a blank.
“We need to get to the store!” Parisa hops up as fast as she can with her growing baby bump.
“We have to do this now?” My gaze shifts between my three friends.
In unison, they all reply, “Yes!”
“Oh. Okay.” I climb out of my seat. Olivia catches a passing waiter and gives him some cash for our bill, and then we’re out the door. All of us pile into Olivia’s SUV. Once everyone’s inside, she peels out of the parking lot and drives to the nearest drugstore.
As soon as Olivia shifts into park, the three of them throw open their doors and are halfway in the store before I’ve even got out. A minute later, I’m meeting up with them in aisle D3, each with a box of pregnancy tests in their hands.
“Are all those necessary?”
Parisa glances up from the back of a box she’s reading. “Yes. You need more options in case one is faulty.”
“I don’t think I have enough pee in me for all those.” I eye all the boxes they have.
“Well, you better get a bottle of water, too,” Charlie says.
We scurry to the front of the store, and everyone unloads their boxes onto the conveyor belt. Charlie finds a standing cooler and grabs a bottle of water and tosses it with the rest of the things.
“Where’s your restroom?” Olivia asks the cashier as she shoves her card into the card reader.
“It’s located toward the back of the store.” She points to a giant restroom sign hanging on the wall.
“Thanks. We don’t need a bag.” Olivia grabs the boxes and hands them out to everyone as though she were Oprah. You get a pregnancy test and you get a pregnancy test. I wish it were cash because if I am pregnant, I’ll need some of that instead.
Before I realize it, the girls are strolling to the back of the store. I pick up my pace to catch up with them. “Wait. What are you guys doing?”
“You have some sticks to pee on.” Parisa holds up a box and shakes it.
“Here? Why here?”
“The sooner we find out, the sooner we can celebrate.” Olivia holds open the bathroom door and everyone enters, single file, with me following at the end.
“The bathroom at the drugstore?” My nose scrunches. I run my finger down the white painted metal of the stall and inspect the tip. At least, it’s fairly clean in here.
“What do you want? Candles and a bubble bath?” Parisa asks.
“That would be nice.” I nod.
Parisa tears into the boxes one at a time, pulling out a test from each one.
“Drink this.” Charlie shoves the bottle at my chest.
“Then pee on these.” She holds out several sticks of various shapes to me.
“If I’m pregnant, I’ll have to tell my child I found out about him or her while in a drugstore bathroom.”
“There are worse places. Plus, it’s not about the place, but that it happened. Now go.” Olivia rests her hands on my shoulders, twists me around, and pushes me toward an open stall.
I take a few steps until I’m inside the cramped stall. I rotate to close the door and move the lever to the left, locking it. With my hands full with a bottle of water and several pregnancy tests, I whirl around and wonder how I’m going to do this. I set the bottle of water on the toilet paper dispenser and with my free hand I undo the button of my jeans and shimmy them down my legs. I sit down, the cold seat sending a chill through my body. Or maybe it’s because I’m about to find out if I’m pregnant. I shove a stick between my legs, hold it there, and wait.
“What are you doing in there? Why don’t I hear pee yet?” Parisa calls out, her words echoing off the tiled walls.
“There’s not much room in here and I have a handful of pee sticks and now you’re all listening, so it’s a lot of pressure.”
Someone turns on the sink, who I’m assuming is Olivia, since she asks, “Does that help?”
“No. Not really.”
She shuts off the water. A few seconds of silence pass, and then it happens. After I’ve peed on one stick, I do a juggling act to hold a different one under the stream and by the third I only get a few lingering drops. Somehow, I’ve managed to hold the sticks in one hand while wiping and pulling up my pants with the other. With these multitasking skills, maybe I can handle having kids.
I step out of the stall and the three girls part like the Red Sea. I set the pregnancy tests on the sink and wash my hands. When I glance up into the mirror, everyone is staring at me, waiting for me to say something. Needing to fill the silence, I ask, “How long do we have to wait?”
Each of them flips a box over and reads the directions. “The one with the blue tip takes two minutes, and a plus sign means you’re pregnant,” Charlie says.
“The all-white one takes one minute. Two lines for pregnant,” Olivia says.
“The pink test takes three minutes, and it will tell you yes or no,” Parisa says.
I push off the sink and turn around. My feet carry me to the back wall of the small bathroom and I lean against the cool tile. The tests are still in view, but I’m too far away to read them. I can’t watch. My heart pounds so hard, I’m surprised it hasn’t busted through my rib cage. I want to know, yet I don’t. I slide the palms of my hands on my jeans, needing to do something, but mostly to dry the clamminess. As time passes, seconds feel like minutes and minutes are like hours.
What if I am pregnant? How will I tell Van? Will he be happy? What if after what happened with Josie he doesn’t want kids? What if he decides to sell the bakery and leave? I’ll be left with no job and a single mother. My pulse races as all these questions flit through my mind. I rest a hand on my belly. Whatever happens, happens for a reason.
“We’re here for you. No matter what it says.” Parisa wraps her arms around my shoulders.
“For anything.” Olivia hugs me on the other side.
Parisa rests her head on my shoulder. “I know this isn’t what you had in mind when you said you wanted to move forward.”
I drop my head to hers. “Not really. But oddly enough, it beats standing still.”
Charlie glances down at the tests and then peers back to meet my eyes. “You have your answer.”
My hands fly up to cover my face. “I can’t look. Tell me what they say.”
Parisa and Olivia move to stand next to Charlie and one by one they each give an answer.
“Plus sign.”
