“Oh, Quentin, please…” I begged as he teased me. My legs fell open further, begging him to take what he wanted from me and give me the heady pleasure I most desired.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you. Just lie back and enjoy yourself,” Quentin told me in a low, husky voice that sent shivers up my spine.
My body fought against my head as I tried my best to lay back like Quentin wanted. It was hard because every instinct inside me told me to wrap myself around him and hold him close, but he wanted to be the one in control and I wanted to give him what he wanted. As soon as my head hit the pillow, Quentin’s fingers pushed under the silk of my panties and pulled them to one side. I gasped as I felt his hot breath caress the soft skin of wet cunt.
“Quentin… Quentin, please…” I whined as my lover continued to tease me. His fingers rubbed over my inner thighs and pushed my legs open further.
“God, your pussy is so beautiful,” he told me before finally closing the gap between us and licking me open with his hot, wet tongue.
My whole body convulsed at the persistent touch of him. I cried out in pleasure and my back arched. I rolled my hips into his mouth, desperate for more. The way he touched my legs with gentle hands as he continued to lick my clit over and over made me feel cared for, desired, and wanted more than I ever had been before in my life.
A crescendo of pleasure was building up inside me and I couldn’t stop chanting Quentin’s name over and over as I got closer and closer to the edge. My hands were holding on tight to the thick, brown locks of Quentin’s hair as he continued to eat me out. His fingers drew a trail up my legs and found their way to my hot, aching hole where he pushed inside me.
I couldn’t stop myself. With a scream, I came hard before falling limp to the bed beneath me. My eyes were closed from the intensity of my orgasm, but I could feel Quentin moving. He pulled away and crawled up my body. I felt him pull my panties down my legs before pushing my knees up to my chest.
“God, Billie, you drive me crazy,” he muttered. I felt the head of his cock circle my opening and I cried out in delight.
“Quentin, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Please,” I begged as my legs wrapped around his waist. I desperately rocked against him, trying to push him inside me.
He let out a laugh and kissed my neck. “You’re such a little slut for me, aren’t you, Billie?” Quentin whispered in my ear. “So desperate for it and so needy for me. I love it. Fine, I’ll give you what I want.”
Without even giving me a moment to catch my breath, Quentin thrust inside me hard and fast until he was buried completely within me. The warmth of his thick, hard shaft inside me made me moan uncontrollably. The two of us moved together like the crashing of waves against the sand and I couldn’t hold back the way I felt any longer. I clung hard to Quentin as he thrust inside me over and over again, giving me undeniable pleasure.
“You feel so good inside me,” I moaned as Quentin sensually made love to me.
Quentin smiled down at me before kissing me passionately. His fingers wound themselves into my hair and his lips moved fervently against mine. He kissed me like he was desperate for it, like he didn’t want to spend even a second without my mouth against his, and it moved me. I’d never felt this kind of desire before. It brought a new idea to my mind.
Is this… love? I thought before Quentin gripped my wrists and pinned them to the headboard. He began pounding his cock into me harder and faster than before and all thoughts about my own feelings were lost as Quentin pushed me deeper and deeper into a state of reckless desire.
Lips locked and legs entangled, we made love until the two of us were exhausted and satisfied. When we finally drew apart, our sweating, hot bodies collapsed onto the bed before finding their way together once more to snuggle close until we succumbed to sleep.
32
Quentin
Mornings usually brought out the worst in me, but ever since Billie had been sleeping the night, I started to see the appeal of them. It was a bright Sunday morning and the sun streaming through the window made Billie’s long, thick hair shine in the light. It only made her look more beautiful and I couldn’t resist leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. Her skin was soft against my own and I could hear the sweet sound of her breath coming and going. It was a heavenly moment.
Billie was still asleep, but when she felt my lips against her skin, she sighed happily and smiled in her sleep. The sight of her looking so content and peaceful warmed something deep inside me. I couldn’t resist scooting closer to her and spooning her from behind as she slept. My hands rested over her chest and I could feel the gentle thud of her heartbeat. Feeling soothed, my eyes began to droop and I felt close to falling back to sleep with her when suddenly, a loud cry roused me once more.
“Daddy, Daddy!” Lincoln shouted as he jumped onto the bed. “It’s the morning, Daddy! Wake up!” He was dressed in his favorite dinosaur onesie and his hair lay messy and haphazard on the top of his head. He was clutching one of his teddy bears close to his chest and he looked adorable.
However, as soon as I felt my son began to crawl up the bed toward me, I looked over at Billie with wide eyes. She was still fast asleep somehow despite the ruckus Lincoln was causing, but that wasn’t what I was worried about. It didn’t take long for the little tyke to climb his way up to my chest for a hug and as soon as he did, his eyes were straight on Billie. Lincoln let out a huge gasp before smiling delightedly.
“Billie’s still here!” he cried excitedly before starting to jump up and down on top of me. “Daddy, Daddy! Did you know Billie is still here? Daddy! Wait, why is Billie asleep in your room?” He let out a huge gasp and clapped his hands over his mouth. “Daddy, is Billie my new mom?”
I spluttered. I had no idea what to say to that and I hoped that Billie hadn’t woken up to hear that either. I didn’t want her to feel pressured into taking on a role like that so soon. I glanced back over to her sleeping form and noticed that she hadn’t moved an inch.
Phew, I thought to myself. That’s one complication avoided. However, little did I know that more would be heading my way that day. Thankfully, before Lincoln asked any more questions, he got distracted by an old toy lying on the floor in my bedroom. He quickly scurried off the bed to retrieve it and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Maybe now I can go back to sleep, I thought hopefully.
“Hello? Anyone home?” a familiar voice called from the hallway. I heard the sound of the front door slam and footsteps were making their way along the wooden floor boards.
Of all the times that my parents could start knocking on the door of my apartment and letting themselves in, they chose today! It was beginning to look like I was going to have a rough day ahead of me and I really didn’t want to drag Billie through any of it, but it didn’t look like I had a choice.
In an attempt to bury my head in the sand, I covered my face with a pillow and prayed that my parents would leave before Lincoln told them about Billie. It didn’t work and I groaned in anguish.
“We thought we’d finally try out using the spare key you gave us,” my mom called into the empty living room. “Linc? Quentin? Are you awake?”
This time, Lincoln heard them and he jumped up onto his feet excitedly. “Nana!” my son called back to her before abandoning Billie and I and racing out of my bedroom.
With a sigh, I fell back to the bed and let my head hit the soft pillow. Everything was going well, but somehow, my head was still racing with insecurities and problems. I still wasn’t sure how I was going to explain everything to Lincoln about Billie and I, plus we worked together. It was bound to cause drama at the office which was exactly what Billie hadn’t wanted.
Before I could dig myself in too deep of a hole, Billie’s voice cut through my thoughts. “So… This is going to be a fun morning, huh?” she remarked with a lilt in her voice. When I turned, I saw her smiling and something about it made my heart flutter in my chest. Her face was bare of make-up, but she still
looked stunning as ever. Her luscious, long brown hair was messily draped across her shoulders and I thought to myself that she was breathtaking like this.
Still, I wasn’t excited to have my entire family here to witness what I’d wanted to be a quiet morning with just Billie and Lincoln. With a groan, I rolled over and kissed Billie sweetly right on the lips. Her eyes widened in surprise and then she smiled, pulled me back in, and kissed me again. I laughed and cuddled her close.
“Once more unto the breach,” I stated dramatically as I pushed up from the bed and stood. I looked around for clothes for the both of us, digging through my closet to find something that would fit Billie. Eventually, I resorted to throwing Billie an old college t-shirt of mine along with a pair of my old running shorts.
“Sorry, they’re all I have,” I told her with an apologetic smile. “I can take you home if you need me to?”
“This is fine for now,” she told me. “Stop worrying so much.”
I tried to do as she asked and I took a deep breath inward. I closed my eyes and tried to picture a peaceful place like a meadow in the middle of nowhere where Billie and I could enjoy ourselves all alone. It worked a little to pull me out of my bad mood, but I could only delay the inevitable. With a shake of my head, I pulled on some baggy sweatpants and a worn t-shirt for myself before finally emerging from the safety of my bedroom.
Immediately, I saw Lincoln and my parents sitting in the living room. Lincoln was lounging on the arm chair with Lucky lying happily on his lap. The two of them had bonded so well that it was so cute to watch. The dog was nudging her head into Lincoln’s hand every time he stopped petting her and Lincoln loved the attention he was getting. I walked further down the hallway and soon, I began to pick up their conversation.
“She’s an amazing dog, Nana! She slept with me all night! She was guarding me from the monsters under the bed! Isn’t that nice?” Lincoln was gushing about his new companion and I couldn’t help but enjoy just how happy he sounded. It tugged on my heartstrings and I wanted to do my best to always keep him feeling that way.
“She sounds like a wonderful dog, Linc,” my mother replied. “But I don’t understand where she came from! She’s not yours, so who does she belong to?”
There for a slight pause and I opened my mouth, preparing to give my parents the news, but I was beaten to it.
“She’s mine,” Billie said from where she stood behind me. I turned in surprise, not noticing her footsteps behind me at all, and I quirked an eyebrow at her, but she just shrugged and moved past me to head toward the kitchen. “Linc, shall we get Lucky some breakfast?”
“Yeah!”
The three of them headed inside the kitchen leaving me alone with my parents. I felt sheepish even though I had no reason to. I was a grown man and they had all but encouraged my relationship with Billie. Still, I felt like a teenager again who’d been caught bringing a girlfriend home.
“So, you’re seeing Billie now?” my dad asked with a smirk.
“Yep,” I answered, popping the ‘p’ as though to end the conversation right then and there.
“How long has that been going on?” Mom asked. “You didn’t tell us you were seeing her.”
I sighed. “It’s new and it’s fragile, so can we just leave it at that?” I pleaded.
My parents looked at one another briefly before nodding. “Well, we bought breakfast!” my dad said before lifting up a white, cardboard box from the nearby bakery. I leaned over and peered through the transparent plastic top and felt my stomach rumble at the sight of delicious donuts and pastries. It was enough to settle my nerves, at least, for the time being.
“I’ll go get a pot of coffee started then,” I declared before heading toward the kitchen. As I approached, I could hear Billie and Lincoln happily talking together and it put a smile on my face.
“After she eats, I usually take her outside for a walk so she can go to the bathroom,” Billie was saying when I reached the doorway.
“Ooh! Ooh! Can I come?” Lincoln asked.
“Um…” Billie trailed off and thought about it for a moment. “I don’t have a problem with it, but we should probably check with your father first.”
I took a step toward them and cleared my throat. “Not today, Linc,” I told him in a stern voice before shaking my head. “Your grandparents are visiting. It’d be rude to ignore them now.”
“Aww!” Lincoln complained with a pout.
“I know, I know. It’s a hard life isn’t it, buddy?” I said sardonically before rolling my eyes playfully toward Billie. “Now, go into the living room and spend time with Nana and Papa.”
With a bit of a sulk, Lincoln dragged his feet as he walked back toward the living room. Lucky started to follow him, but Billie quickly caught her and attached the leash to her collar.
“Sorry, Lucky. Time for walkies!” Billie said encouragingly and the little dog’s tail began to wag excitedly.
“I’ll see you later then,” I whispered to Billie with a nod. “You are coming back right?”
She smiled. “Of course.”
Then she was gone and I was left alone with my parents and Lincoln once more. As soon as I emerged from the kitchen, all eyes were on me and I could tell my parents wanted to question me about Billie, but I wasn’t ready. I wanted some more time before we told everyone what was going on. It was nice to have this little, private time just for Billie and me. I didn’t want anyone to take that away from me.
So, I served my parents coffee and we ate a few cakes and pastries while Lincoln rabbited on about a trip he was going on next week with his pre-school. In that moment, it felt like everything had somehow returned to normal. The only telltale sign that things had changed was the undeniable ache in my heart as I yearned for Billie’s embrace once more.
Come home soon, Billie. Come back to me.
33
Billie
As usual in the morning, I only took Lucky on a short walk around the area. She didn’t need too much exercise, but she enjoyed the scenery all the same and sniffed at every tree and lamp post that we passed with renewed vigor. The one thing she hadn’t done, however, was the very thing I’d taken her outside to do.
“Come on, Lucky. Do your business,” I encouraged with a smile down at my sweet dog.
However, Lucky wasn’t obeying my commands today. In the end, we’d walked twice around the block before stopping outside Quentin’s apartment building once more. I didn’t mind too much, however since it was an excellent excuse to get away from Quentin’s crowded apartment. I was still a little freaked out, especially after hearing Lincoln refer to me as his ‘new mom’ when he thought I was sleeping.
I leaned back against the wall and rubbed a hand over my tired eyes. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to have a relationship with Lincoln, but I was still scared he might get hurt if things didn’t work out. In an effort to take my mind off the subject, I glanced back down at Lucky, but she still hadn’t managed to go to the bathroom. I sighed and looked down at my dog with a worried expression.
“Is everything okay with you?” I asked her even though she couldn’t give me an answer. I crouched down to pet her head comfortingly and gave her a kiss on the head. However, I was startled soon after by the emergence of a familiar voice behind me.
“You can come back inside, you know. We don’t bite,” Mrs. Wendall said with a smile as she stepped outside the door.
“Oh, no it’s not that. I--”
She waved her hand dismissively at me. “I was just playing with you,” she explained. “I brought you some coffee.”
I smiled gratefully as she passed me the mug. It was warm in my hands and the smell soothed me. I took a sip and felt much better soon after. The smooth, warm liquid slid down my throat and made me feel much more awake.
“Thanks, Mrs. Wendall.”
“Oh, please. We’re practically family now. Please, call me Miriam,” she stated.
“Miriam, then,” I replied, trying out the new name o
n my lips.
For a few moments, we stood in silence as I drank from my coffee. I watched as Lucky sniffed around the small patch of grass out front and began scratching at the bark of the tree. The air around me felt awkward and tense and I wondered if I should say something to change the mood, but Miriam beat me to it.
“I knew when I hired you that you were going to be a hit with Quentin,” she remarked all of a sudden.
It was so out of the blue that I ended up spitting out my coffee and staring at her incredulously. My mouth was gaping and my eyes were wide open. What exactly did she mean? My mind was racing with possibilities and questions, but none of them were coming to the surface.
“Thank you for making those boys happy again,” she said with a smile. “God knows they both deserve a bit of happiness after everything they’ve been through.”
Before I could say anything else, Miriam was walking back inside and leaving me and Lucky alone again to mull over what she had said. I glanced down at my dog and relief washed over me when I realized she had finally done her business.
“Good girl, Lucky,” I told her as I pet her head. I reached for a scented bag to clean up the mess before finally heading back inside with a racing heart.
As soon as I let myself back into the apartment, Lucky was racing off to get attention from Quentin and I slumped down in the empty arm chair, feeling on edge but relieved to sit down again. Before I could regain my nerves, however, Lincoln was already climbing onto my knees and sitting himself on my lap.
“Can we play with the chemistry kit again today, Billie?” he asked with big, doe eyes. “That one is my favorite!”
It reminded me of what Lincoln had called me that very morning: his new mom. I was still a little shocked by it, but it was clear that the two of us had a deep and meaningful connection already. I didn’t want to ruin that just because I was scared. Instead of pushing him away, I wrapped my arms tight around him and nodded.
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