by Frost, Sosie
“You’re proud of yourself,” she chided me. “Don’t lie.”
“I’m just relieved that my best friend got the pleasure she deserved from her first time.”
“Times.”
“You know you loved it.”
She hummed. “I know you, Adrian. You’re getting off because you’re the only man I’ve taken.”
“Let’s get this straight right now.” My hand coiled tighter around her waist. “I’m the one who does the taking.”
“And what do I do?”
“You lay back and enjoy my cock.” The word still sounded too rough for such a delicate woman, but even she understood the demands of my hungry cock. “You take my seed. You surrender to me, and I reward you with load after load of my cum.”
“Well…when you put it like that.” She giggled, but her eyes narrowed on me. “How many women have you done this with?”
“Most men try not to impregnate their dates.”
“So, technically, I’m your first?”
And I hated that she wasn’t my only. “I suppose so.”
“Well…let’s say you weren’t trying to knock up anyone…how many women then?”
Not the conversation I wanted to have with her. “Fewer than you would think.”
“I can count very high.”
I wouldn’t tarnish this night with memories of less desirable women.
“I don’t like taking random women to bed,” I said. “I’ve always hated that meaningless, passionless fucking. But with you…”
Sex was beautiful. Fantastic.
Life-changing.
“Complicated?” She offered.
Extremely.
“But you’re giving me something those other women couldn’t.” My wolfish grin seemed to amuse her. “And you don’t know how great it is to skip the rubber. Really starting to hate those things.”
She agreed with a bump of her hips, very nearly allowing the head of my cock to slip between her petals.
“See?” she whispered. “Fucking your best friend has some perks.”
“I’m not fucking you.”
“Not yet. But the night still young, and your cock is awfully hard.”
My hands grazed over her shoulders, along the softness of her back, resting at her hips. “No. I mean—this isn’t just fucking. This is something more meaningful than that.”
Clover tensed but played it cool with a casual smirk. “Perhaps. Or maybe we’re simply two best friends who happen to have very serious, very clinical procreative sex?”
She made it sound so reasonable. As if I hadn’t stared at the damn ceiling every night, stricken with insomnia, wishing she were in the bed next to me.
“Yeah, you’re right,” I said. “There’s just you. Me. A bowl of popcorn.”
“Did we even start the movie?”
I took her nipple between my lips and swirled it with my tongue. “What fucking movie?”
“And here I worried having this much sex might be a problem.” She giggled. I lived for the sound.
I spoke with my mouth full and loved every minute of it. “Why? This has brought us closer together.”
Her hips bucked against mine, grinding my cock. The slickness was every invitation to push her down and take what we both needed. But I resisted.
I was still a gentleman.
Clover teased me with a coy smile. “Can’t believe we’ve been friends for this long, and I only now realized that you’re a titty guy.”
I reached around her, letting my fingers trail over her ass. “And I didn’t know you liked me pressing right here while I’m inside of you.”
The tip of my finger barely penetrated the very naughty area.
Clover collapsed against me. “To be fair, I didn’t know that either. But I don’t think that’s how we make a baby.”
“Don’t you worry about the baby. I’ve got that covered.”
She gently kissed me, nibbling my bottom lip. “Oh? Do you have a plan?”
“Of course. Maybe I’ve been shut out twice, but I always win the series.”
“I guess my uterus is a great goalie, blocking all your shots.”
“Never met a goalie I couldn’t dominate.”
“You’ve certainly done that.”
The pang of shame wasn’t enough to soften my desire. “Don’t worry. I’ll put a baby in you, and you’ll come like you’ve never come before.”
“I’ve liked it so far.”
“I haven’t even started yet. You just gotta promise that you’ll be a good girl, spread those legs, and take all of this monster cock. You leave the rest to me.”
Her defiant smirk had always amused me. She poked my chest. “Some might say that this is supposed to be a two-person job.”
“Not this time. Your only concern is coming as hard and as often as you can while begging for more.”
I reached lower, my fingers on her clit. Her whimper haloed my name in pleasure. Christ. This woman was so goddamned responsive to everything I did to her. Every kiss. Every touch. Every stroke of my cock.
I’d never taken a woman who wanted me as badly as she did.
Which meant I couldn’t fail her again.
And I couldn’t fail myself.
Sure, my injury was bad. And maybe starting over with the Ironfield Forge was even worse. But a baby could remedy it all. It’d prove to the world that I was man enough to handle it all—my career, my woman, my future.
Clover was one gentle push from offering everything to me. Instead, she arched an inquisitive eyebrow.
“Tonight was supposed to be pizza and a movie,” she said.
“Don’t you think this is more fun?”
I rubbed a quick circle over her slit. She jerked and groaned with every wiggle of my fingers.
“Well…yeah…” She breathlessly panted. “But…are you sure…”
“About what?”
“That…this is something we should be doing. You know, together?”
“How else would I make you come?”
Her breathing hitched, and the quiver of her hips ground her slickness harder against my hand. The woman needed more than a tease of fingers.
“What about your workouts and training?” she asked. “Thought you couldn’t do this before training camp…something about testosterone?”
I had no doubt that she felt the erection threatening to tear my cock apart. I bumped my hips up, striking her with the hardened shaft just to make sure she understood.
“If the rest of the team had a beautiful woman begging them to impregnate her, they would appreciate the sacrifice.”
She shifted over my lap, and her fingers brushed through my hair. I instantly tensed. Ached. Nearly swore.
What was she doing to me?
Since when was her touch so damned confusing?
“What’s this really about?” I asked. “You can’t hide how wet you are. You don’t want me to stop.”
“I’m worried about you.”
“Then don’t tease me.” I spoke through gritted teeth. “Sit on my cock.”
I should’ve known better than to boss Clover around. She played her silly games, rolling her hips over mine, pantomiming exactly how she would take my length.
“Look around, Adrian. You’ve lived in this brand-new house for two full months, but you haven’t unpacked.”
Who could see the cardboard under our discarded clothes? I only had three boxes crowding my living room. Wasn’t that unsightly.
I chuckled. “Between your hungry pussy and this misfit team, I haven’t had time to decorate.”
“There’s always time for yourself.” Her fingers brushed my cheek. “I wish you would take some more.”
I gripped her hips and slowly guided her down my shaft, slicing into her velvet heat with a satisfied hiss.
“Having sex with an insatiable woman is plenty therapeutic,” I said.
She took all of me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she struggled to adjust to my size. “I don’t want you to get
lost in all the chaos. Between the move, the new team, all the issues, the other players…then adding me on top of it?”
I liked her on top of me.
Still, a slash of aggravation stiffened my spine.
“The team is the team, and I will deal with them,” I said. “But making a baby is something special. It’s not chaos. It’s amazing. And it will happen. Soon.”
Clover rewarded me with a bump of her hips forward and back. Her tightness enveloped me with beautiful agony.
I might’ve stayed inside of her forever. Damned the consequences. Ignored the complications.
Clover wanted this so much. I had to be the one to give it to her—if only because I couldn’t handle the nightmarish alternative.
This beautiful woman in the arms of another man.
So it was me balls deep inside of a gorgeous vixen, ravenous and desperate. And I’d be a goddamned fool if I didn’t fill her completely with every drop of my seed.
Potent seed.
No matter the doctor’s warnings.
The woman rocked in my lap, gasping each time I thrust into her. Her eyes fluttered closed. A perfect submission. Just taking me. Yielding to my cock. Her lips parted to pant her breaths, and she clung to me so sweetly.
I didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to worry anymore.
All I wanted was to fuck this woman, jackhammer inside of her until the world faded into nothingness and we had only each other to survive the cresting insanity.
But she slowed her movements and pressed her forehead to mine.
And her confession broke my heart.
“I haven’t been this happy for a long time,” she whispered.
Her words hurt. I groaned. “All you’ve ever needed was a night in my arms.”
Clover couldn’t laugh with nine inches of cock impaling her. She smirked instead. “I honestly believed that work and travel would make me happy. But I knew something was missing. But now…every time I think of this…”
“You shouldn’t be thinking of anything except how deep I am inside you.”
“If I don’t say it now, I never will.” Her hips slowed, and she fell into my arms, her head against my shoulder. My cock pulsed, completely enveloped in her heat. “I thought if I traveled to a new city or visited some exotic country, it’d change things. Change me. But it just felt wrong. And I lost so much. Time. Relationships.”
“You never lost me.”
“No. Because you knew what I needed all along.”
I kissed her, gently. “It’s about time you start listening to me.”
“I thought I wanted to be independent, but I do need to care about someone, something. And I want somebody to care about me. It’s why having a baby…”
The guilt was an unwelcomed intruder to this confession. Clover stared at me with tears building in her eyes. She was either on the verge of an orgasm or break down, and I didn’t know how much of myself I could offer her.
Or how much of me she wanted.
“I’ve just been lonely, Adrian.” She kissed me again, tasting of salt and sadness. “I should’ve come to you sooner. You would’ve known how to help.”
I was already balls deep in this woman, and yet she expected the world of me.
Hell, I expected the same of myself.
But what was I supposed to say?
What was I supposed to feel?
I didn’t have a fucking clue what this meant anymore. Honesty would’ve destroyed everything. Denying it would decimate me.
I loved Clover, but I couldn’t fall in love with her. The risk of breaking her heart was too great. And neither of us could lose the most important thing in our lives—each other.
So I had only one option.
I kissed her. I pulled her off my cock.
And I turned her over.
The woman eagerly rose to her knees, allowing me access to her perfect hips, her beautiful ass, and her wet slit all too eager to be filled once again.
I fucked her.
I fucked her so she couldn’t speak.
I fucked her so she couldn’t think.
I fucked her so she’d never know the truth.
My body slammed against hers with such force she collapsed to the floor. And that was better. It was more room for me to take her deeper, harder, and bury every damning secret inside of her with frantic, unforgiving thrusts.
Again and again I pummeled her—far too rough and wild for her sweet words and tempered confessions.
But life made more sense when I mounted a willing and slick pussy and silenced the fears with an unforgiving thrust that stole her breath. My confusion and hesitations and doubts all faded as I rode my pleasure from her.
Impaling my cock. Claiming her body. Denying my feelings.
Her words whimpered into beautiful cries. She tensed, eager, wet, and welcoming. No matter how hard I struck within her, no matter how ferociously I damned myself in her silken heat, Clover shivered with delight. Her desire—her need—strengthened my own. It called to me. Consumed me.
And when she came, it was pure beauty.
Her body tensed. Her back arched. I fell over her, covering her quivering, sweat-teased curves with my brutish size. I clutched her breast, squeezing hard and twisting her nipple just to edge her with a slice of pain as her pussy milked my cock with her sweet tremors.
I slammed into her.
Once. Twice.
Her orgasm set off my own, wrenching the excitement from deep within me. My balls tightened. The heat suffocated me.
And then I erupted, my seed jetting so deeply inside her it might’ve vulgar had she not come from the intensity. Ribbon after ribbon of thick cum coated her from the inside with molten intent. My world darkened, descending into an unknowing and perfect harmony with her mounting pleasure.
I collapsed beside her, panting, reaching for her. Didn’t want to talk. I refused to hear her words. I silenced Clover with a kiss and stole from her a moment’s peace that did nothing to ease the destruction of my soul.
I didn’t know what any of this meant. Couldn’t understand what I even felt for her anymore.
Maybe I didn’t want to admit it, and maybe I tried not to complicate things, but what was a man to do when a woman offered him everything? When she stared at him with adoration, promised him a child, and sealed herself inside his future with the promise of family?
What man was strong enough to resist falling in love?
Clover eventually regained her strength, leaning onto her elbow to look down upon me with wide, curious eyes. “Can I ask you a question?”
Was it wrong to say no? I read the worry in the little crinkle between her eyebrows. Sensed the hesitation in the quick cadence of her voice.
“Can we really be best friends and have sex?” She whispered.
It was the second time she’d voiced such fears.
I had a decision to make. An easy one. I should’ve confronted the question. Answered truthfully, bared my soul, and accepted every consequence.
But it scared the shit out of me.
Instead, I ignored it. Shoved it down deep, where hope, fear, and immoral desire became lost in the nothingness of denial.
I kissed her, lowering her to the floor. Clover eagerly spread her legs for me, granting me access to that messy perfection that promised me heaven while damning me to hell.
“We’re not just having sex,” I whispered. “We’re making a baby.”
Clover nodded, but her voice trembled as she accepted me again within her dripping slit.
“But…I’m not fertile right now.”
My motions stilled. She stared at me, just as confused.
“So…what are we doing, Adrian?” she whispered.
Nothing we shouldn’t have done years ago.
Her words ignited me, and I abandoned the world to seek that lovely heat which enveloped me in peace.
Fucking her was easier than confronting the truth.
I wasn’t falling for
my best friend.
I had always been in love with Clover.
16
Clover
The cat’s name was Sniffles because her owner claimed the poor dear suffered from a variety of chronic respiratory infections.
Though informative, this detail did not help me wrangle the calico cat which had pinballed herself against the netting of her carrier during a routine yet intense bout of turbulence. Sniffles had shredded a hole in the carrier and concocted a grand escape.
She now ran loose across the crowded 747.
This complicated an already hellish flight from Ironfield to San Francisco, a trip which had possessed all the hallmarks of a disaster before the wheels had lifted from the runway. Not because of the rampaging kitty or the sleeping passenger in business class who had removed his shoes to air out the mystery fungus growing between his toes. Even the screaming toddler who’d pitched a tantrum for more cookies since Ohio wasn’t the worst part of the trip.
This flight had become a waking nightmare due to one special passenger.
Adrian.
“There goes the cat!” A teenager shouted, though he seemed to be rooting for the cat, if only to ensure his video of the event would achieve maximum virality. “Run little guy!”
I panicked. “Please, don’t run!”
I hobbled passed a father as he dragged his shrieking cookie-monster toddler up and down the aisle. My ankle tangled in the child’s leash, and I crashed into the lap of a businessman in his late fifties—a presumably married man as his wedding band pressed hard into my ass while he un-chivalrously helped me to my feet.
I avoided his wandering paws and gathered the plane's attention with a practiced smile.
“Please, don’t chase the sick cat,” I said. It was a sentence I had never uttered on a plane, and yet, it seemed natural given my luck. “Everyone, remain calm.”
This was too much to ask of Sniffles’ owner. The woman howled, cried, and dug through her bra to reveal dozens of loose cat treats which she then frantically scattered across the entirety of First Class.
I couldn’t blame the cat for wanting to get away.
I sure as hell wanted to run too.
I called across the plane once more. “Please raise your hand if you see the cat. The owner says the kitty is under the weather.” I hesitated as two hundred people stared at me for more information. “Okay, the words mucus and anal glands were mentioned, and the vet thinks it might be contagious to people. So, get my attention, and I’ll place her into her carrier gently and quietly…”
