Accidental Pregnancy, page 9
“I’m…sorry?” I try.
She’s closer now. It’s hard to think when I can see the way her lips are slightly open and the barest hint of the curves of her breasts through her shirt. I swallow, my Adam’s apple bobbing up and down my throat. Her eyes shoot down to watch it, and then her tongue flicks out to briefly lick her lips, wetting them so that they’re glistening.
The sight of it sends lust straight to my groin. I tense. Shit, this is so not the time.
“Um…well, if you don’t want me to leave, we can talk?” I suggest. I’m uncomfortable; my pants are quickly tightening and I really don’t want her to notice. It’s a completely inappropriate time to be so turned on. “I have some things we need to talk about…”
“Fuck that,” she says abruptly. “I want you to fuck me.”
She grabs the collar of my shirt, tugs me toward her and presses her lips against mine. I try to remember that it’s really important that I talk to her and tell her the truth. But the thought flees my mind.
It’s fine, I decide as heat rushes through me. I can tell her later.
Chapter Fourteen
Amanda
When Lyle suddenly appears in my apartment, I’m furious, both at him and at my mother for letting him in. How could she do this to me, after all her talk about me getting to choose what I want to do? Admittedly, it has been a few days since then, and she’s started dropping hints that I need to at least talk to Lyle before I make a decision.
I was getting there. At my own pace.
Though, apparently not fast enough for either her or Lyle.
“Lyle,” I say when I see him standing awkwardly next to my dining room table. “What are you doing here?”
“Your mom let me in,” he explains, shifting. “I wanted to see how you were.”
“Oh,” I say. Okay, I do not want to deal with this. Still, now that he’s here… “I’m okay. Sorry I haven’t messaged. I’ve had a few things on my mind.”
He shakes his head.
“It’s fine, you don’t need to explain yourself,” he says to me. “I know you’ve been unwell. I’m just glad you’re feeling better.”
Fuck, why does he have to be such a nice guy?
“Yeah,” I say. “Much better.”
Lyle opens and closes his mouth a few times. It’s clear that he wants to say something but doesn’t know what. Finally, I break the silence, knowing that we could be standing here for a long time if someone didn’t.
“So…my mother let you in?”
“Yeah,” Lyle says. He laughs, but it’s awkward and empty. “She almost didn’t let me in, but then she suddenly changed her mind. What was that about?”
I glance at him. I know he wants to know why I dropped off the radar for several days, and why my greeting was so lukewarm. “Tell him,” a voice in the back of my mind says.
I kick it away. I’ll do it when I’m ready.
“Just a lot of stuff going on,” I try. “Look, did you want to stay for coffee?”
“Are you sure?” he asks.
I can’t help but think that it’s nice that he’s asking. I smile slightly and I see his shoulders relax.
“Yeah,” I say. After all, I wouldn’t have offered if part of me didn’t want him here. “Take a seat and I’ll make coffee.”
“Why don’t we skip coffee,” Lyle says. “There’s some things we need to talk about, I think.”
I glance at him. Things to discuss? No doubt he wants to know what’s up with me. Or maybe he wants to tell me about the secrets his hiding. I have to admit, it would make me feel better if he told me before I confronted him.
“Yeah,” I reply, heading toward him. “You’re probably right. I have a few things I need to tell you, too.”
I sit down on the couch and Lyle sits at the other end. We stare at each other for a long moment, willing the other to start. Now that we’re sitting here, I suddenly don’t want to have this conversation anymore.
“Did…something happen at the doctor’s?” Lyle asks, breaking the silence first this time..
“Sort of,” I say. “The doctor just…presented a possibility that I wasn’t expecting. It was a surprise.”
“So, are you healthy?” he asks.
I can’t help but laugh. It sucks that I would wish to be unhealthy over what’s actually happening to my body.
“Completely,” I reply. “Just a little nausea and some fever.”
My hand almost presses against my stomach but I stop it just in time. I don’t want to make him suspicious until I’m ready to tell him what’s going on.
“Are you sure?” he asks, leaning forward. “Because…”
“I’m fine!” I snap.
I instantly feel bad. He’s tracked me down to make sure that I’m okay, and I’m definitely not doing a good job of convincing him that I am, I know. I look away for a moment. When he sits back, I glance at him again.
“Okay,” he says. He nods to me. “Alright, I understand. Look, Amanda, I think you’ve got some things to work through. Do you want me to go? I can definitely go; maybe it might help you.”
What the hell? How is this guy even real? I ghosted him for four days, to the point where he chased me home, and he’s not even angry. And now he’s offering to give me more time to myself?
“Why the fuck are you so perfect?” I whisper, the words leaving me without permission. I move toward him as his eyes widen in shock. “It’s not fair. How the fuck am I supposed to make hard decisions when you’re making offers like that and reminding me why I like you so much in the first place?”
“I’m…sorry?” he says, sounding a little confused.
I can’t say I blame him. I slide toward him and I can see the way his pupils dilate as I get closer, his hips shifting uncomfortably. I think he’s aroused, and that thought makes heat sweep through me. To think that I can arouse him just by being this close to him.
Fuck, I want him. Now.
“Um…well, if you don’t want me to leave, we can talk?” he babbles. He’s trying to hide his arousal, incorrectly thinking that I would be upset by it. “I have some things we need to talk about…”
Yeah, no. That can wait until later. Right now, I don’t want to hear about truths or secrets or anything like that. I just want to feel him.
“Fuck that,” I interrupt. “I want you to fuck me.”
I grab him and drag him down into a fierce kiss. Meeting his lips is like coming home after a very long day. It’s only been four days, but I’ve actually missed feeling and tasting him. Perhaps that was why it was so easy to get so aroused around him. I wanted him but I stamped it down because I was angry. Now, with him right here in front of me, it’s impossible to deny the desire I feel for him.
“Fuck,” Lyle groans into the kiss.
Yes, that’s exactly what’s going to happen here. I’m horny and I want Lyle. Everything else is far less important right now. It can wait until after.
Then he pulls back
“Amanda, what’s going on?” he asks, panting. “I haven’t heard anything from you, I think you’re angry at me and now you want to sleep with me? You need to tell me what’s happening here!”
“I want you,” I say bluntly. I push him back to the couch and straddle his hips. “I want to feel you in me. I want to touch you. I want to suck your dick.”
He groans, a deep sound that shoots through me. He still manages to put his hands on my hips, preventing me from moving anymore. I’m a little impressed at his will; I can feel how hard he is, but he’s still trying to stop.
“Amanda,” he groans.
“Lyle…I want you,” I say. I don’t want this nice guy stuff. I just want him. “Please. We can talk later. Right now, feeling you in me is all that I want. I want you to fuck me.”
He shudders.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
I circle my hips, gyrating sensually on his laps. His head falls back and his grip on my hips loosen.
“Completely,” I assure him,
He looks up at me. And then his hands dig into my hips once more, this time for a completely different reason, and he bucks up against me, desperately searching for friction. I lean over him and flip my shirt over my head; I need to feel his skin right now.
For a moment, a paranoid thought that Lyle will be able to see a baby bump enters my mind. But I shake it away. It’s only been three weeks, so that wouldn’t be possible right now. Still, it feels a little strange to know that I’m about to have sex with the father of the baby growing inside me.
And incredibly arousing.
“Shit,” Lyle gasps, running his hands up my bare sides. I’m not wearing a bra; I’d changed into my comfortably clothes as soon as I’d gotten home, and shed the bra, intending on curling up in bed for the rest of the night with a book. “Let me up.”
I shift backward, and he sits up awkwardly, leaning against the arm of the couch. He shrugs out of his shirt; he’s wearing business clothes, I suddenly notice. He’s not wearing the suit jacket, but the shirt and pants are definitely part of the ensemble. That meant he came straight from work, not even caring if I thought there was something strange about his clothing.
This man is amazing.
The buttons spring free and I push the shirt down over his shoulders. His skin is already glistening with sweat and we’re both panting. As I brush my hands over his chest, I can feel his wildly beating heart beneath my palm. I’m doing this to him. He’s this aroused because of me, and me alone.
“God, I want you so bad,” I breathe.
I lift myself onto my knees and pull teasingly on the elastic hem on the comfortable pants I’m wearing. Lyle watches the movement with hungry eyes and then lowers his own hands to his belt, fumbling with his buckle as he pulls it free. I shimmy my pants down my legs and sit back so I can strip them slowly down my smooth thighs, watching as his fingers slip while he eyes each move I make. By the time I’ve taken my pants off, leaving me just in panties, he’s only succeeded in undoing the button.
“Let me,” I purr.
I bat his hands away and slowly pull the zip down, making sure to palm his erection through his pants as I do so. His chest is heaving and he throws his head back against the armrest as he groans and writhes against me.
“Fuck, so good,” he gasps.
I pull his pants down along with his boxers and he lifts his hips to help me. Between us, we manage to slip his pants down over his legs, and strip them free of his ankles. His cock bobs up and down eagerly, waiting for my attention.
“Now,” I say, my voice low as I slide toward his legs, the silk of my panties rubbing against his skin. “I’m going to suck you dry before I ride you.”
He shudders and I lower my head, pressing a light kiss to the leaking tip of his cock. Lyle’s hands bury themselves in my hair and clutch at the strands, tugging almost desperately as he waits for me to do something. I lick the tip teasingly.
“Fuck, please,” he moans.
I curl my tongue around his cock and guide my mouth over the tip, sucking slightly before bobbing lower on it. It’s thick and salty and I have to grip Lyle’s hips to prevent him from thrusting up into my mouth. I suck again and he shudders, crying out.
“Fuck, that feels good!” he shouts, his grip on my hair tightening to the point of being almost painful.
I grin around his cock and suck again. He’s writhing beneath me, completely overwhelmed by my touch and my ministrations. I can almost feel him coming undone beneath me. I want to break him further, to watch him fall over the edge and drag him down, down, down into oblivion. I want to spur him back to hardness to do it all over again as I ride him to completion.
Just the thought is enough to make me slide forward, taking more of his cock into my mouth, and suck hard, my tongue lapping around the hard length. I can feel the member stiffening and preparing to burst, and I hum around it before sucking deeply.
He cries out, almost bucking out of my hold, and orgasms. I lap up his release eagerly, licking his cock clean, teasing it as it twitches, spent and exhausted, in my mouth. Lyle’s entire body goes limp and I finally let him go, lifting myself off him to my knees. He looks up at me through lidded eyes, still panting.
“Fuck, Amanda,” he finally says. “That was amazing.”
I grin.
“We’re not finished yet,” I promise.
Part of me thinks that I need to stop now. I still haven’t made my decision, not really, but I already know what option I’m leaning toward. But Lyle is lying out in front of me, and I can’t resist him, not now.
Just a little longer, I promise myself. Just a little.
Chapter Fifteen
Lyle
I’m panting, completely spent, as Amanda hovers over me. The force of my orgasm made white spots explode over my vision, and I’m still blinking them away, trying to catch my breath. I’m well aware, however, that this is definitely not the end. Amanda has already made a promise.
She was going to suck me dry.
And then she was going to ride me.
My cock twitches slightly at this memory. Amanda grins at me, her lips still glistening with my release as she licks them, and I can remember how amazing she looked with her mouth stretched around my cock.
“Looks like you’re still raring to go,” Amanda purrs, sliding over me. “I want your cock inside me now as I ride you hard, taking you as deep as you’ll go.”
Arousal is definitely stirring within me once more. My head falls back and I try to breathe but my heart is pounding and I know that I’m gone. Amanda runs her hands up my chest as she leans over me, her breasts brushing against me, the nipples hard and perky.
“Do you want that?” she asks.
“Yes,” I gasp.
Fuck, I want that. I can’t even remember, now, why I came to Amanda’s apartment in the first place. I feel like it was for something very important. I’ll remember later. Right now, there’s absolutely nothing more important than her being in front of me, promising that my cock, which is swiftly filling once more at her touch, will be in her soon.
“So eager,” she says, her voice low and sultry. “Let’s see if we can get you hard again.”
I was definitely already on my way to being hard again. But her nimble fingers slide around my cock once more and I gasp as she tugs on it, gently at first and then more firmly. Blood swiftly rushes fast, and I’m suddenly so hard that it’s painful. She chuckles.
“Looks like you’re ready,” she breathes. “Almost.”
She leans back and rummages for a second. When she sits up, she’s holding a little packet in her hands. She rips it open with her teeth, her eyes locked on mine the entire time, and then she pulls out the condom within.
The sound of the rubber is arousing, reminding me of every other time I’ve had her naked against me. She slowly slides it down over my cock, and I hold as still as I can, not wanting to shoot another orgasm so soon, even as her fingers remain wrapped around the tip. Then she sits up and slips her wet panties off, dropping them to the floor.
I want her so bad. My hips buck up into her hand, telling her without words that I need her now. Her hand disappears and she straddles my hips, lifting herself onto her knees so that she’s hovering right over my erection. Her hand winds around my cock again, gently this time, positioning it.
Then, slowly, she slides down onto me. We both gasp as my cock breaches her entrance, the hot, moist muscles instantly clenching around me. Amanda’s eyes squeeze shut as she pants, sliding down inch by inch. With difficulty, I force myself to remain still, allowing her to do this at her own pace. But it’s so hot to see her above me, impaling herself on my cock, and I clench my hands on the couch cushion beneath me to anchor myself, still incredibly sensitive from my last orgasm.
“Fuck, you look so hot,” I gasp.
She grits her teeth and slides down the last inch, burying my cock completely within her and now sitting in my lap. She pants, breathing in deeply, and I wait as she adjusts herself, needing a moment to control her body at the sensations. I wonder how it feels for her to be in control, to be the one pushing herself down and knowing that she’s sheathing herself on my cock.
Then, finally, her hips twitch. Her eyes slide open and she looks at me before raising herself up onto her knees and then sliding back down. She rides up and down clumsily a few times, adjusting herself as she goes, and I try to meet her thrusts, angling myself to try and hit her g-spot.
Then, all of a sudden, her eyes roll back and she cries out, her body going tense.
“Yes, there!” she gasps.
Without warning, she lifts herself up and slams her body down, burying me deeply within her. I jerk at the suddenness of it, groaning deeply, and she pulls up again. This time, I manage to thrust upward as she jerks down, meeting her thrust, and she writhes wildly.
It’s not perfect. It’s something new and we’re not coordinated enough to meet every time. But watching Amanda bounce up and down on my cock, her hair flowing around her and her eyes half closed in pleasure, is absolutely amazing. I almost wish I could stay here forever and just watch this expression on Amanda’s face.
“Shit, this feels so good,” she groans. “It’s amazing. I want to take you even deeper.”
God, that would feel amazing. I reach out to wrap my hands around her hips, bucking up desperately into her. Our movements are becoming clumsier as we get more tired and closer to the edge. I’m already close to the edge again, over-sensitized from my last orgasm. Amanda looks close, too; her mouth is open and her lips are screwed tightly shut.
Then she slams down one final time and her entire body clenches. The feelings are too much for me and I orgasm along with her, shuddering violently as pleasure washes over me for a second time. My eyes roll back and I pant, gasping my breaths in, so overwhelmed that I can’t speak.
Finally, the sensations calm. I feel Amanda moving, my cock slipping out of her body, and then she collapses on top of me. I’m too exhausted to appreciate the joy of our naked bodies pressing together. I can feel her chest heaving as she lays there, trying to catch her breath as well.
