by Lulu Pratt
And it isn’t just the house that I love, but the atmosphere that comes with it. It feels like I am constantly on vacation. Christina, the housekeeper, cleans every morning, the chefs cook and all I have to worry about is Blake.
Every night, Blake comes home from work, and the two of us talk about our day. Then we have sex. And then we usually have sex again. The sex is unreal and gets better every single time. We have begun to learn about each other’s bodies, what we both like and dislike. Each time we learn, the sex improves.
I’m finding myself liking Blake more and more. At first, it’s more physical than anything. Now that I’ve gotten to know him, I can’t help but admit that I am starting to fall for him. Even now, sitting at my laptop. It’s only just past lunch, and I continually check the clock, hoping that it’s time for him to come home.
I shake my head as these thoughts intrude. I’m at my laptop, and I need to concentrate on my book. The book is coming along so well. Being around Blake has provided the perfect inspiration, and the words flow from my fingertips like water from a fountain.
Every night as I sleep with Blake and every morning as I say goodbye, I feel inspired. The book will be finished in no time and when that happens? Well, maybe, I will have a place like this one day.
I begin to type and something odd happens. I can’t find the words. It’s the first time since I arrived here that I have struggled to type. And I know why. I can’t stop thinking about tomorrow night.
It’s the first day of my ovulation, and I know that Blake will be extra excited about having sex. In fact, I’m quite sure that he is going to have something planned. That’s just how he is.
My only worry is that he is going to start treating me like some sort of baby-making machine. The last few nights have been all about the sex and pleasure. He has been so attuned to my body and my needs that I had almost forgotten why we are doing what we are. But now that I am ready, I fear that he will forget about me.
I’m also worried about what will happen after. Every day, I can feel myself liking Blake more, and every day, I question my future plans. I loved my sister, and I still do. I would, and will, do anything to avenge her. I just hope that when the time comes, I am able. I hope that I can do it.
The phone rings, snapping me from my thoughts. I pick it up, smiling when I see it is Amy calling. I could use the distraction, and I answer the phone happily.
“Amy,” I say.
“Carrie,” she says, feigning a serious tone. “How are you?”
“Good,” I gush. “How can I not be?”
“Okay, rub it in why don’t you,” she says, laughing to herself. “You live in a palace with a hunk who showers you with gifts and what I assume is pretty amazing sex. Which is why, I’m assuming, that you have been there all week?”
“Did you call just to complain?”
I haven’t told Amy the real reason for me having moved in with Blake. Not yet anyway. I plan on it. I do. But no point in saying anything before I get pregnant. I just don’t know how she is going to take it. Especially since she knows who he is and the history he had with my sister.
“No, I miss you, silly,” she says. “And I have a few minutes to kill between appointments, and you’re at the top of my speed dial.”
“Well, like you said, everything is going amazingly.” I don’t care how pretentious it might sound. “Like seriously, he has his own chefs even. It’s insane.”
“And the sex?” She pushes.
“Is unreal, of course. You hit the nail on the head before. Why else would I be shacked up here?”
“Girl, I’m just glad that you’re getting some. Finally. Now when I start getting a little of my own, we can have a party.” She’s joking, but I can hear the envy in her voice. “Does he know, though?”
“Know what?” I ask. For a moment, I worry that she knows my plan. But that’s impossible. She doesn’t even know about the baby yet.
“About you and Lyndsey? Have you told him who you are?”
“Oh that,” I say, and I breathe a sigh of relief. “No, not yet.”
“Are you going to tell him?”
“I will,” I assure her. “When the time is right.”
“And when will that be? The longer you wait, the more awkward that conversation is going to be. ‘Hi. Just so you know, you used to date my sister, and I know that you dumped her because she was pregnant.’ That will be fun.”
“I know,” I assure her. “I’m going to soon. It’s just, I don’t know.”
“Wait a minute,” she cuts in. “Either the sex is that great or you’re starting to like him.” I’m silent and that tells her everything. “You do like him!”
It’s just now that I hear the front door open. Blake is home, hours earlier than usual. My heart skips in my chest.
“I’ve got to go,” I say quickly.
“What? No, don’t you dare!”
I hang up the phone and leap from my chair. I don’t even realize how excited I am until I’m halfway to the door. I slow myself down, not wanting to act like an excited puppy when its master comes home.
Spotting Blake walking across the living room, I offer him a warm smile and walk toward him. He returns the smile, holding his arms out in a mock exaggeration. Even still, I walk into them and hug him with all my might.
“Hey, honey,” he says jokingly.
“Hey, sweetie,” I reply.
It’s in this moment that I realize something. I really like Blake. Despite all my blustering and denial, I really like this guy. More than I had planned. And as he continues to hold me and kisses me on the head, I wonder to myself if I will have the strength to do what I need to. I wonder if I will be able to leave him and take the baby when I do.
Somehow, now, I’m not so sure.
Chapter 23
BLAKE
I have given the chefs a night off. They usually don’t work every night, anyway, and have only been doing so on account of Carrie being here. So, with them gone, I have ordered a pizza for Carrie and me instead.
I watch with a smile as Carrie devours the pizza. Cheese runs down her chin, and her fingertips are coated in grease. She licks them clean, laughing as she does. I get the sense that she enjoys the pizza as much as any of the meals we have eaten this week.
I have to remind myself that she’s not used to my lifestyle. She isn’t impressed or wowed by riches and fancy things like so many girls who I date. It’s one of the many reasons I find myself falling for her.
“Dear God, this is good pizza,” she croons as she swallows the last piece. “Even the pizza on this side of the tracks is nicer.”
“This side of the tracks,” I say with a chuckle. “What tracks?”
“It’s an expression,” she says, smirking. “You know what I mean.”
I watch her with a smile on my face, unable and unwilling to hide it. In this moment, I am happier than I can remember ever really being. I’m glad that she is having my baby. But I am also glad that it is with her specifically.
“Hey, what are you doing tomorrow afternoon and night?” I ask.
“Oh, this and that,” she responds with a smile.
“Do you think you can postpone it for a night?” I joke.
“I’m sure I can work something out. Why?”
“I spoke to my friend Ben earlier, and he invited me to a barbecue at his place tomorrow. I want you to come with me.”
“Tomorrow,” she begins. She frowns as she does, as if she has suddenly remembered something. Even before she speaks, I know what she is going to say. “But tomorrow is my first day. I thought we were going to be, well, busy?”
“I’m sure we will find time to have sex tomorrow. Don’t worry about that. And besides. If not tomorrow, there is always the next day. And the day after that.”
“And you don’t mind? Me always hanging around here? I thought you would be getting sick of me by now?”
“There was a chance of that,” I say, holding her eyes with my own as I do. “B
ut you’ve grown on me, believe it or not. I find myself liking having you around.”
“Is that right?” She asks, not even bothering to hide her tremendous smile. Her cheeks flush red as she does.
“That’s right,” I say back.
“Okay, you’ve got me. I’ll come tomorrow, on one condition.”
“Which is?”
“That you let me use that Jacuzzi tonight? I haven’t used it yet, and it’s been calling my name all week.”
“You haven’t used it yet?” I ask, feigning shock. “Well, in that case, I insist. But only if you let me join you. On that condition, I can’t be moved.”
She bites her lip as she pretends to think on the proposal. “I don’t think so.”
She suddenly jumps to her feet. She winks at me, turns and runs to my bedroom.
“No, you don’t!” I yell, and I chase after her. She screams when she hears me coming, and as I chase her into the bathroom, I pick her up off her feet.
“Put me down!” She laughs as I dangle her above the floor.
“Only if you promise to let me join you.”
“Fine, I give up!” She’s still laughing as I put her down. “You can join me. In fact, that might make the Jacuzzi even more enjoyable.”
I smile and walk forward to turn on the faucet. The hot water pours from the faucet, filling up the tub. As I watch the water rise, I begin to undress.
“I love your tattoos,” she says as she watches me take my clothes off.
“Oh yeah? Which ones?” I drop my pants to the floor.
“All of them. But if I had to pick, I would say that one.” She points to a tattoo on the back of my shoulder. It’s my favorite one as well. “What does it mean?”
“Have I not told you?” I ask.
“No.”
“It’s supposed to represent the Gordian knot,” I say. I run my hand through the water, testing the heat. “It’s based on an old story about Alexander the Great. I won’t bore you with the details, but basically it was foretold that whoever could undo this knot would rule the world.”
“And he undid it?” She asks, wide-eyed. She is totally naked now, and I have to work to maintain my concentration. Her body is incredible, and I just want to take her, here and now.
“He cut it with his sword,” I explain. “And the knot fell undone.”
“That’s cheating!”
“No, it’s thinking outside the box. I got the tattoo in college to remind me that there’s always another way to do something, and that way, the one that no one has tried before, is often the most effective.”
“Ah, I see,” she says. “Very clever.”
“Do I hear sarcasm in your voice?” I ask.
“Is there ever not?”
“So you don’t buy the story then?”
“Well,” she begins. “It’s not so much that I don’t buy it. But more that I think he cheated. If the story is about cheating to achieve your goals, then that’s fine. But to say that he undid the knot? That’s a stretch.”
“Come here!”
I take a quick step forward and scoop Carrie off her feet. She lets out a fake scream as I throw her over my shoulder. With her still on my shoulder, I reach forward and turn off the running water. The Jacuzzi is full, and I step gingerly into it, sinking into its depths, still carrying her over my shoulder the entire time.
As I slide into the water, I let her fall from me. She does so with a splash, laughing the entire time.
Chapter 24
CARRIE
The water in the Jacuzzi is warm, and it feels amazing on my body. Even more amazing is the man I am sharing it with. Blake looks unreal without any clothes on. Sure, I have seen him naked more times than I can count now, but somehow, in the context of the Jacuzzi, he looks even better than usual.
His broad chest sits just above the water, lapping at his nipples. He scoops up a handful of water and drops it over his head. It runs down his face and over his body. He looks like a damn model. And his tattoos! With the water shimmering off them, they look better than ever before.
“I seriously love your tattoos,” I say as I push myself to him.
He’s sitting on the small step in the Jacuzzi, and he takes my hand and pulls me into his lap.
“I love your…” As I speak, I move my hand down to his crotch, grabbing his cock between my fingers. It’s already hard, and I give it a tug.
“Do you, now?” He asks with a groan.
“You know I do,” I say, gripping it harder. It pulsates in my hand. Turning my body, I position myself with my back to Blake, so my pussy is sitting right above his cock.
“Wait,” he says, stopping me from sitting on it. “We can’t do it in here.”
“Why not?” I ask. My pussy lips are rubbing along the head of his cock, and I slowly lower myself down, pressing them onto him. “Don’t you want to?”
“You know I do.” His hands rest on my ass, holding me up and stopping me from impaling myself on his girth. “But there’s no point. I mean that you can’t get pregnant in a Jacuzzi.”
“What? Yes, you can.” Again, I try to sit on the head of his still erect cock. I have to hand it to him, his self-control is incredible.
“Doesn’t the heat from the water stop the semen or something like that?” He asks.
“That’s just a myth,” I say, even though I have no idea if it is or not.
My hand reaches down between my thighs, gripping him again. I squeeze, and he lets out a long, deep moan. As I do, I again position myself so that his head is pressed against the lips of what would be a very wet pussy, were it not for the fact that I am already wet from the water.
“I don’t…” He can’t even finish his sentence.
As he speaks, I guide his cock into me. It hits my lips, and this time, he doesn’t stop me. I slip myself down, moaning as his girth fills me. I take him, inch by inch, second by second, until all of him is inside of me.
My ass is pressed into his stomach, my back faces him, and his cock is inside of me. He reaches around me, wrapping his hands around my breasts. He pinches my nipples and squeezes me. I moan and tell him to do it harder. He does.
He leans forward, kissing my back and neck. It sends tingles up my spine and is sensational.
As he does all this, I begin to bounce. From where I am sitting, I’m able to easily move myself up and down on his cock. I squeeze my legs together, making sure to get the best grip I can. I move my hips up, sliding all the way until the head of his huge dick is about to burst from my lips. I then suddenly stop, rub my pussy on it for just a second, and slide all the way back down.
Up I go again and then back down. Each time I reach the top of his shaft, I pause for just a moment. I make him groan. And as I slide down, ever so slowly, he groans for me.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck me real good. Don’t stop until you come, Carrie.”
I increase my speed now. Up faster and down faster. He runs his hands down my back. His nails pierce me, and I tell him to do it again. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls it back. I let out a scream of ecstasy.
He feels so good inside me. I slow my tempo as I prepare for my next move. With him still inside of me, I kick my leg up and turn around so that I am facing him. Straddling him now, I begin to move again.
From this position, I am able to grab onto his shoulders and use him to lift me up and down. Back and forth, up and down, I move. I push my hips forward, grinding my clit down as I move into him. I lift myself up, moaning as I do and then I fall back down.
His hands hold my ass, helping me to balance. I reach forward, grab him by the head, and shove his face into my breasts. He bites and tears at them. First the nipple and next the skin. He then sucks them, licks them and does everything he can with his mouth. I scream for him to keep going.
I ride him for all I am worth. I want to come, but I don’t want to stop.
“Wait,” he says.
“What?” I pant, almost unable stopping what I am doing.
“Let’s finish this in the bedroom. Now.”
“Bedroom? Why?” I can barely speak from how out of breath I am. He so fucking good. It’s almost too much.
“Honestly? Because I want to bend that ass over and ride you from behind.”
I smile and nod. Honestly, I think it sounds like a wonderful idea.
I slowly slide myself from his cock. As I do, I repeat the same motion. Pausing at the top of his cock, I rub my lips on it, massaging him with my wet slit. He groans, and I laugh.
Climbing from the Jacuzzi, he takes my hand and helps me up. His cock sticks up straight, and it takes all my self-control to not fall to my knees and start sucking it. But I’m worried about how much longer I can last, and I want him back inside of me.
He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. Water drips from our bodies as we enter the master bedroom. He leads me to the bed. As I reach it, he pushes me forward, and I stumble. My hands shoot out and I land flat on the bed.
“Stay right there,” he orders.
With my hands flat on the bed and my ass sticking out, he walks up behind me. His cock presses itself into my ass, and his hands massage it. He then spanks me, nice and hard. I tell him to do it again, only harder, and he does.
“Are you ready?” He breathes into my ear. He kisses the back of my neck and bites my earlobe.
I can feel his cock pressing itself up against me. It is trying to get inside of me. But I’m not letting it. Not yet anyway.
“Are you?” I say back.
In reply, he places his hand on my back and pushes me forward so that I am fully bent over. I perk up my ass and ready myself for round two. Judging from the way his body shakes and his cock throbs, I predict this is going to be one hell of a second round.
Chapter 25
BLAKE
Every part of Carrie is unreal. In the Jacuzzi, when she was riding me reverse cowgirl, it was all I could do to not come there and then. And now, as she bends over the bed in front of me, I’m in the same boat. My cock shakes with anticipation, and I worry that the second it enters her, I am going to explode.
