Finally Us

by J. M. Walker

  My core clenched at the thought. “We’re going to go,” I told my family. “I’m hungry.”

  ***

  “Fuck, baby.” Vince groaned, digging his fingers into the sides of my head. “Take it. Take it all.”

  I was but I still enjoyed hearing him telling me what to do. His cock was thrusting back and forth down the length of my tongue. My wrists were tied behind my back by one of his belts. He didn’t want me touching myself before he had a chance to.

  Vince thrust between my lips, pushing his cock into my mouth as deep as it would go. “Fucking hell, Gigi. I love how you suck cock like a damn porn star.”

  A muffled laugh left me.

  Opening my mouth wider, I breathed through my nose and took him even deeper.

  His eyes landed on me. They were dark, so damn dark I couldn’t see the pupils. He pushed into me, leaning me against the edge of the bed. “You know I respect the hell out of you right?”

  I nodded, running my tongue back and forth along a vein.

  He shivered. “You want rougher?”

  I moaned, nodding.

  A wicked grin spread on his face. “Brace yourself, baby. I’ve been saving my cum for that little belly of yours.”

  His words were vulgar but made me wet just the same.

  I enjoyed this side of him, and it only seemed to get worse the longer we went without having sex. While we had foreplay, it wasn’t the same and definitely not enough to curb that craving we had for each other.

  Vince thrust his cock between my lips. It was hard, rough, fast. My lips burned at being open for so long. Spittle dripped out of the corners of my mouth but that only made him fuck my face faster. His breathing picked up, his chest rising and falling when he threw his head back. He ripped his cock from my mouth and wrapped a hand around the base, pumping hard and fast. Hot jets of his cum splashed against my face.

  I stuck my tongue out, a couple of drops landing on it.

  Vince’s dark eyes met mine, his grin widening. “I’m yours.”

  “You’re mine.” I licked my lips, the saltiness of him making my taste buds tingle.

  When he calmed down, he petted a hand over my head. “Stay there.”

  Not like I could go anywhere anyway.

  He went to his pants that had somehow landed on my dresser and pulled his phone from the pocket. He came back toward me and held the phone out.

  “Are you taking a picture right now?” I asked, a nervous laugh leaving me.

  Vince winked. “Oh yeah.”

  I shook my head, but I couldn’t help the smile forming on my face.

  “We have quite the collection,” he told me, snapping a picture and placing his phone on my nightstand.

  I couldn’t wait to see them but right now, I really needed him inside me. Even if we went slow, I didn’t care. I needed to feel him. I needed more than just foreplay.

  Vince went to the laundry hamper and grabbed a towel before coming back and kneeling in front of me. He wiped my face, giving me a small smile. “Thank you.”

  I only nodded. My bones were practically vibrating out of my skin.

  When he was done cleaning me, he removed the belt from around my wrists.

  As soon as they were free, I jumped into his arms and crushed my mouth to his.

  “Gigi,” he murmured against my lips.

  “Please make love to me,” I whispered. “We can go slow.”

  “You know neither of us like slow,” Vince reminded me, placing a soft peck on my jaw.

  “I don’t care. I need you inside me.”

  Vince wrapped his arms around me and lifted me. Placing me on the bed, he lowered his mouth to my nipple. “Slow?” he asked, sinking his teeth into the budding peak.

  “Slow,” I whimpered, pushing my fingers through his hair. “Please. I need you, Vince.”

  His dark eyes met mine. Crawling between my knees, he crushed his mouth to mine and took things as slow as we could handle. Although we liked it rough and fast, hard and intense, the sweet slow movements of his lovemaking forced these newfound feelings deep inside of me. It was nothing like I expected coming from him. He was dirty, vulgar, giving me every amount of pleasure I could ever hope for and more. He took me away, forced me over the edge of ecstasy and jumped right along beside me until the only thing we could focus on was each other.

  Vince

  In the weeks following, we soaked up as much time together as we could, despite our busy schedules. We told the rest of our friends and family about the baby. I had actually wanted to keep it to myself and not tell Tenise but being Rory’s girlfriend, she found out rather quickly.

  Gigi was now in her second trimester. We still hadn’t had sex like we used to. That could wait. It was now sweet and slow but as gentle as I tried to be, it was still intense.

  As I was driving to Gigi’s place after picking us up dinner, my cell rang. Pressing the button on the steering wheel so I could talk to the person through the car speakers, I noticed then that it was Rory calling.

  “Hey. What’s up?”

  “Tenise and I broke up,” he said, his voice low.

  “Shit, man. I’m sorry.” I paused. “Are you okay?”

  “I don’t know. I’m sitting here staring at a bottle of Jack, wondering if I should drown myself in it or not. Mason’s on his way to help me decide.” He sighed. “You busy tonight?”

  “Yeah, I’m heading to Gigi’s with dinner. The baby is craving pizza with salt and pickles on it. Not anchovies. Just salt.” I grimaced at the thought but was happy to make my girl’s craving disappear. Until the next time anyway.

  “And pickles?” Rory chuckled. “I like salt but not on pizza and definitely not with pickles.”

  “Same.” I gripped the steering wheel. “Listen, I’m sorry about what happened.”

  “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. Before we even started dating, she asked me if you were single. I should have taken the hint then, but I was blind I guess.”

  “No, you were in love,” I corrected him. “I get it.”

  “I just wanted to tell you that there are no hard feelings or any of that shit and if you and Gigi need anything, I’m here. Both Mason and I are here.”

  “Thank you.” A thought came to me. “Actually, I’m going to hold you to that offer.” I explained what I needed and how it would have to be done before the baby was born. It would be my little surprise for Gigi, and I knew that with the way things were going between us, she wouldn’t complain.

  Rory agreed and I knew that Mason would as well.

  When I arrived at Gigi’s house, it was pushing nine at night. I had spent the day with my dad, helping him fix up the center. It was constantly being worked on. Our moms were wanting to expand it some more. The place had become so big that large corporations were donating as much money as they could to help with the upkeep of the place. I wasn’t sure our moms ever thought it would become as big as it had.

  Parking the car in the long driveway, I grabbed the pizza box and garlic bread sticks and left the vehicle.

  When I entered the house, there was no sound of anyone moving about. “Babe?”

  Closing the door, I locked it and kicked off my shoes before heading down the hall. I was stopped short by Gigi sleeping on the couch with her hand on her stomach. She was sporting a small bump now and she looked absolutely beautiful carrying my baby.

  My heart swelled at seeing her and my dick stirred, clearly happy to see her as well.

  Placing the pizza box on the coffee table, I pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and spread it over Gigi.

  She stirred, her eyes fluttering open. “Hi.”

  “Hi.” I leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the mouth. “I have food for you.”

  “Oh.” She sat up, rubbing her eyes. “I was going to watch TV but must have fallen asleep instead.”

  I sat beside her and opened the box. “You need as much as rest as you can get.” I handed her a piece of pizza.

  “Th
ank you.” She took the slice from me.

  By the time I was done my first slice, she was already on her third. “Hungry?”

  She laughed. “Apparently.”

  I chuckled.

  “How was your day?”

  “Good.” I finished my slice before continuing. “Rory and Tenise broke up.”

  “Oh.” Gigi’s shoulders slumped. “That’s sad.” She pouted.

  “Hey.” I pulled her into my arms, kissing the side of her head. “If they are meant to be, they’ll work through this. And if it’s not, they’ll find someone who’s meant to be their person.”

  Gigi looked up at me then. “Like us?”

  “Am I your person, Queenie?” I asked, cupping her face.

  “Well I am having your baby.” She waggled her eyebrows.

  “You are and you look so damn good doing it too.” I kissed her hard on the mouth.

  “Vince.” Gigi moved to my lap, straddling me.

  “What are you doing?” I gripped her hips, pulling her down hard against me.

  She sighed, her dark hair falling around her face. “I like this. Sitting here. Eating pizza. Cuddling.”

  “Being happy,” I added, lifting her shirt to reveal her stomach.

  “Exactly.” She cupped her swollen abdomen.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Good. She’s being nice to me. The morning sickness isn’t as bad as it was.”

  My heart jumped that she had referred to our baby as a her. I couldn’t explain it, but I kept having dreams that we were having a baby girl. Not that it mattered to me either way, but I could feel it down to the marrow of my bones that we were having a daughter.

  “Maybe she’ll be a dancer like her mama.” I reached for the oil that Gigi kept on the small table beside the couch and squeezed some into my palm. Rubbing it onto her stomach, I massaged the oil into her skin. Apparently, it helped prevent stretch marks. I just liked rubbing it on her, so I had another excuse to touch her.

  “That feels good,” she said softly.

  I grinned, inching my hands higher beneath her shirt until I reached her breasts. “How does that feel?”

  She laughed, pulling the shirt up and over her head. “How does that look?”

  Pushing her tits together, I took a budding nipple between my lips.

  Gigi moaned, her fingers latching on to my hair. “God, I’ve been aching for you.”

  “Really?” I bit down when she didn’t answer.

  She yelped. “Yes.”

  “Tell me more.” I swiped my tongue back and forth over the sharp peak. She had become more sensitive since getting pregnant and I enjoyed seeing just how far I could take it before she exploded for me.

  “It hurts.” She pulled me against her and started rocking her hips over my crotch.

  My dick lengthened, begging to get back inside her. “Gigi.” I licked and kissed to her collarbone. “Get up and sit on the couch.”

  Without me having to ask twice, she did as I said and spread her knees.

  I knelt on the floor in front of her and pulled her to the edge of the couch. “Place your feet on the edge, baby.”

  She chewed her bottom lip and did as she was told.

  Lowering my mouth to her center, I inhaled and blew against her.

  She sighed, spreading her legs even more.

  I latched on to her fabric covered clit.

  “Vince,” she whined.

  “My girl’s greedy for me.”

  Her eyes were dark as they landed on me. “God, baby, you have no idea.”

  Hooking a finger beneath the crotch of her panties, I pulled it to the side and covered her with my mouth.

  ***

  (Gigi)

  I woke to Vince sleeping soundlessly beside me. His long eyelashes were fanned out on top of his cheeks. His hair was messy thanks to my fingers constantly running through them when he went down on me earlier that night.

  My body still burned from his mouth. When he had finally given me the release I craved, he continued taking everything he had wanted from me.

  In a rough move, Vince pulled me from the couch and spun me around before thrusting into me.

  I gasped, arching against him.

  “I’m sorry.” He bit my shoulder. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to be rough.”

  “I’m fine.” I trembled against him. “I’m good. Just please don’t ever stop.”

  And he hadn’t for at least an hour.

  Now we were in bed and I was supposed to be sleeping, but something had woken me up and I couldn’t fall back asleep. I wasn’t sure what it was. I laid there for what felt like forever when suddenly, the sound of the smoke detector went off. I shot upright.

  “What the hell?” Vince grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

  “Vince.”

  He looked at me.

  I nodded toward the door. There was smoke coming into the room from under it. I quickly got dressed and handed him his clothes.

  “Shit, the light’s not working,” Vince grumbled, trying to turn on the lamp on my nightstand.

  I went to the end table on the other side of the bed. “Where’s my phone?” My charger was still plugged into the wall, but my phone wasn’t attached to it like it was when I had gone to bed.

  “I can’t find mine either.” Vince got dressed and went to the door. He tapped the doorknob. “Fucking hell. Gigi.” He looked my way.

  Even though it was dark, the moonlight had cast an eerie glow into the room, so I could still see the fear in his eyes.

  “Vince,” I whispered. “What is it?”

  “I think your...” His voice shook. “I think your house is on fire.”

  Gigi

  I had never felt fear like I did tonight. The fact that the fire had happened while we were sleeping, set me on edge.

  Vince rushed to the window, trying to pry it open. “Fuck, I can’t open it.”

  I went to his side and tried helping him but even with both of us trying, it wouldn’t budge. “Do you think something’s blocking it? I open this window all the time. There’s no reason for it not to open now.” I tried again but as strong as I was, I couldn’t get it to budge.

  “Hold on.” Vince went around the room, searching for something in the dark that he could use to break the window glass.

  There was more smoke coming into the room when suddenly, the door went up in flames.

  “Vince.” I gasped, grabbing whatever I could to help him break the window.

  My lungs felt like they were on fire.

  Vince ripped off his shirt and ran to the en suite bathroom before coming back. He tied a wet piece of fabric around my head, covering my nose and mouth.

  “What about you?” I demanded when I saw that he hadn’t done the same for himself.

  “I don’t give a shit about me.” He gently pushed me out of the way and smashed whatever was in his hand against the window glass.

  “But I do.” I pulled the fabric from around my face and covered his mouth and nose with it.

  “Gigi.” He tried pulling it from his face.

  “Fight me later but right now, you need it too.”

  “You’re fucking pregnant.” He ripped my hand from his face and tied the fabric back around my head. “You can fight me later.” His eyes were dark with fury. Not at me but at the situation itself, and I knew when to back down.

  Vince smashed the object that he was holding against the glass until it finally broke. When he reached for me, I stepped back.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to help you out.” He grabbed a blanket off the bed and threw it over the windowsill. He grabbed my arm and lifted me.

  “What about you?” My heart was pounding in my ears, the smoke making me cough.

  “I’m right behind you.” He cupped my face, kissing me hard on the mouth. “I promise.”

  The blanket made it easier so we wouldn’t get cut by the broken glass. Once I was out the window, I landed on the g
round with an oomph. My house was only one floor and the window wasn’t too high but it had still been quite a drop. I turned back for Vince to help him.

  “Go get help.”

  “What?” I tried reaching for him. “No. I can help you. The window is big enough. You can get out and we can get help together.”

  “I’m too heavy, baby. Go get help,” he said, his voice firm but hoarse from the smoke. “I’m right behind you.”

  “No, I’m not leaving you.” I tried tugging him closer, but I wasn’t strong enough. “Please.”

  “Gigi, go.” He pulled my hands from around his neck and kissed my forehead. “Go get help. Now.”

  I huffed and rushed off, running through my backyard to the other side of the house. Unlocking the fence door, I continued running to the nearest neighbor. When I arrived, I bounded up the front porch and started banging on the door. “Help me! Please help me! My house is on fire. Please, someone!”

  I didn’t know what time it was. It was the middle of the night. That was all I knew. But at that point I didn’t care. I looked behind me, my stomach sinking that Vince was nowhere in sight.

  A light turned on inside the house, followed by the porch light.

  “Please!” I continued banging on the door.

  The door opened, revealing an older man. “What’s going on?”

  “My house is on fire and my boyfriend told me to go get help, but I think something happened. He didn’t follow me. Please, call 911.” I was frantic with worry, my heart pounded hard against the walls of my rib cage but all I could think about was losing Vince when I had only just finally found him.

  “Marge!” The older man called out. “Call 911. There’s a fire.” He looked back at me. “Show me where your boyfriend is.”

  I ran back down the porch.

  “I’m going to help the kids next door,” he called out to who I could only assume was his wife.

  “I called 911!” she yelled back. “Firemen are on their way!”

  “Alright, sweetheart, show me where he is.” The older man continued following me. I realized then that he was holding an ax. “What happened?” he asked me.

  “We were sleeping, and the smoke detectors went off. We saw smoke and then the door caught on fire and...and...” I stopped suddenly. The house, my house, was fully ablaze. “Vince.” A sob left me.