The Baby Contract

by Amy Brent

He pulled out and retreated to the bathroom, leaving me alone on his bed on my hands and knees. I slid off the edge, careful not to drip on his sheets. I imagined they were worth a couple thousand dollars, knowing Ethan. I found that I was not, in fact, leaking, so I went back out into the living area and gathered my clothes from the floor.

  I was dressed by the time he came out of the bathroom. He was still naked. It was hard to look him in the eye when he spoke to me.

  “That didn’t feel like a chore, now did it?” He asked.

  “No,” I said, unable to erase the smile from my lips. “Not at all. And it certainly didn’t feel like something someone would pay you a million dollars for. I feel like I’m the one who should be paying you.” I blushed at my own words. I wasn’t usually so forward.

  Ethan chuckled and bent to grab his clothes from the floor. “It was good for me too.”

  “Good,” I said, some of the awkwardness from before creeping back into the room. “Well, I’d better get going. I have class in the morning. I should be able to take a test in a week or two. I’ll let you know as soon as I have results, all right?”

  “Sounds good,” he said. “Do you need a ride home?”

  “No, I have my car. Have a good night, Ethan,” I said, catching myself for saying thank you. Normal women didn’t thank men for fucking them senseless. Mind you, most women hadn’t been fucked by someone like Ethan Garrison.

  He walked me out to the door and stood in the doorway until I was in the elevator. Then, he waved goodbye, and I rode the elevator down, smiling all the while, feeling satisfied for the first time in over a year.

  Chapter Seven

  Ethan

  The buzzing of conversation and the flirtatious looks women were throwing my way at the bar held no interest for me. I was even finding it difficult to focus on what my buddy Liam was saying across the table from me. There was a small, red glass lamp burning with a gold flame between us that I couldn’t stop staring at. While I did, I thought of Devon.

  I had been in touch with her every few days over the past two weeks just to make sure everything was going all right. There hadn’t been any new developments, and the waiting was killing me. Part of me was hoping our attempt hadn’t been successful. That way, I might have the opportunity to fuck her again.

  I had never fucked such a tight, perfect pussy before, and I bedded a lot of women. Now, I suspected that sex with other people might be ruined for me. Nothing would be as good as Devon. If she wasn’t pregnant, I was confident she would let me have another go at it. She had seemed to enjoy herself as much as I had. Those little cooing sounds she had made were imprinted on my eardrums. I would do anything, literally anything, to hear her again.

  “Bro,” Liam said across the table from me, reaching out and swatting my elbow that was resting near the lamp. “Are you paying any attention to what I’m saying?”

  “What? Sorry. I kind of zoned out for a minute there.”

  “Yeah, I noticed.” Liam scowled before tilting his head back and pressing his beer to his lips. A little dribble rolled down his chin, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. “You’ve been distracted all night, man. What’s the deal?”

  “There’s no deal,” I said, shrugging my shoulders and trying to look interested in my drink.

  “No deal?” Liam scoffed. “Dude, you haven’t even checked a chick out all night, and there are some damn fine girls in this place tonight. Something’s up.”

  “Nothing’s up,” I said, a little irritated now. I wanted him to drop it.

  I was more than aware of the fact that the women in this place did nothing for me at the moment. I was too wrapped up in thoughts about Devon to notice their short skirts or plunging necklines. In fact, I had been too caught up in those thoughts for two solid weeks. I hadn’t been laid in two weeks. The last girl I fucked was Devon.

  “Is something going on with work?” Liam continued to pry.

  “No, nothing like that. Trust me, everything is good. I think maybe I need a break from this scene. You know? A change of pace.”

  Liam rocked back in his seat. “Did I just hear that correctly? Did Ethan Garrison just say he needed a break from the back-to-back clubbing nights and the wildly hot girls who let him fuck them in parking lots?”

  “Yeah. You heard me.”

  Liam’s eyebrows inched up toward his hairline. “All right then. Look, I’m not judging, I’m just a little surprised. I mean, last time we were here, you took a girl into the VIP section and fingered her ‘til she sucked you off.”

  “You make it sound bad when you say it like that,” I said. “I booked the private VIP room.”

  “Yeah, yeah, whatever. She still let you get all up in her business.”

  “Your point?”

  “We don’t get that lucky is my point,” Liam said sternly. “You’re living the dream, my friend. The absolute dream. And now you want a change of pace? What are you going to do, start dating?” He looked absolutely appalled at the suggestion.

  “Dating?” I laughed. “No. We both know even that’s a leap for me.”

  “Thank God,” Liam breathed. “What then? Take up kayaking? Go sit in saunas with old dudes with their dicks out? What kind of change of pace are we talking about here?”

  Had I been tempted to tell Liam about the surrogacy plan with Devon before, I sure as hell wasn’t now. I was going to sit on that information for as long as I could.

  “I haven’t decided yet,” I said, “but we can safely scratch saunas with old dudes off the list.”

  “Well, that’s a relief,” Liam chuckled. “You know I’m just pulling your leg, right, man? Whatever you want to do, that’s cool. You do you. Just don’t leave me behind, all right?”

  “Leave you behind?” I teased, arching an eyebrow. “I could never leave you behind.”

  “I’ll toast to that,” Liam said, and we clinked our glasses together.

  My phone started buzzing in my pocket. Liam watched me curiously as I fished it out. Devon’s name flashed across the screen, dazzling white, and I rushed to answer the call.

  “Hey,” I said, raising my voice over the noise in the bar. “Everything all right?”

  “Yes, everything is fine,” she said. “I just wanted to call to let you know I’m at my doctor’s office. I wanted to take a proper test so we could know for sure. I don’t trust those drug store buy-them-in-a-box ones.”

  I felt myself smiling, and I tried to turn away from Liam, whose eyes were watching me like I was a bleeding-out gazelle and he was a lion. “Do you want me to come meet you? Where’s your, uh,” I caught myself before I let it slip in front of Liam, “where are you?”

  “Don’t worry. I can handle being told positive or negative by myself,” she said. I could picture her rolling her eyes at me.

  “Maybe I want to be there,” I confessed.

  There was a long pause on the other end. “I’ll be home in less than twenty minutes. Meet me there?”

  “Done,” I said, and the two of us hung up the phones.

  Liam was eyeing me levelly from across the table. “Who was that?”

  “A client,” I lied, nudging my drink towards him. “Finish that off for me, will you? And take one of these pretty girls home with you. Show them what they’re missing with Liam Thomas. I’ll see you later.”

  “Maybe I wanted to show you what you were missing,” Liam hollered after me. He hated being left behind.

  Devon still lived in the small apartment she had been in three years ago on NYU campus. I had driven her and Heather home from a club one night, and Devon had passed out in the back seat. I had carried her up to her apartment, and Heather and I had put her to bed.

  I remembered holding Devon that night in my arms as I ascended the concrete stairway. The elevator wasn’t working. There was a handwritten sign on the doors that had read “Out of Service” on orange construction paper. Classy place.

  On the fifth floor, I emerged from the stairwell and escaped the
foul smell of body odor. The hallway smelled like Kraft Dinner, socks, and overused air fresheners. I found Devon’s unit number and rapped my knuckles on her door five times.

  I listened to her shuffling around inside. Then the deadbolt unlocked, followed by the handle, and then the chain. The girl was smart. She lived in a not so great area, and she was taking the precautions to keep her place secure.

  She pulled the door open. She was wearing a pair of skintight black pants that hugged every single inch of her legs and made her look ravishing. Her tank top was red and also tight. Her nipples were hard beneath the fabric.

  “Hey,” I said, becoming aware of how hard my heart was hammering in my chest. I was nervous. “So?”

  She gave me a brilliant, white smile and nodded once. “Congratulations, Daddy,” she said, barely getting through the last word before erupting in a fit of delighted giggles.

  Before I knew what I was doing, I had thrown a fist in the air and let out a celebratory cry. This only made Devon laugh harder, which in turn made her blush more deeply as she tried to cover her face.

  I slipped inside, closed her door behind me, and turned back to her to cup her cheeks in my hands and plant a kiss on her lips.

  She froze in my hands for a short second, and then her lips parted, letting my tongue slip between her teeth. She kissed me back hungrily and stretched up onto the tips of her toes.

  She tasted like raspberries and mint. It was like a mojito on a hot summer day. Her skin was fire against mine and silky smooth. I ran my fingers through her hair, sending the aroma of her lavender shampoo up in the air around us.

  I wanted her so bad. As her tongue rolled over the inside of my bottom lip, all I could think about was her pussy. I wanted to be inside her again. I wanted to feel her walls squeezing my cock as she came.

  She was breathless as I pulled the right shoulder strap of her bra and tank top down. I traced my fingers down the length of her arm and then took her hip in one hand, drawing her up against me. She moaned softly into my mouth.

  That was it. The sound I had been craving so badly. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and my cock pressed up tight against the inside of my jeans.

  I was going to take her, right then and there, and I knew she wasn’t going to do a damn thing to try to stop me.

  Chapter Eight

  Devon

  Ethan pushed me up against the wall in the short hallway from my front door to the kitchen. He pinned me there and rained dozens of kisses down my throat and over the shoulder he had pulled my straps from. He was all over me with his hands, and my body was singing with excitement as I anticipated what was going to unfold.

  I had wanted to fuck him again since the first night we slept together. I was even more turned on this time than the last. That awkwardness I had felt the first time was gone, and so was Ethan’s restraint. He pulled my tank top off and then yanked my leggings down. I stepped out of them but one pant leg got caught up around my ankle.

  Ethan tore them off and straightened before me. He tugged his shirt off over his head, revealing that rock-hard tanned body of his. A pressure unlike anything I had ever known settled in my lower belly. It was so tight and so intense that I knew I needed the release more than ever. I was so horny.

  As soon as Ethan had his pants undone and around his calves, I dropped to my knees. He looked a little surprised at first as I looked up at him and took his cock in one hand. He watched, rigid with excitement, as I prepared to tantalize him with my tongue the way he had done to me two weeks ago.

  I licked the very tip of him. I tasted the sweet saltiness of his precome and then took the head of his dick in my mouth. He let his arms hang by his sides and tilted his head back as I slowly took more of him into my mouth. I used my tongue on the bottom of his cock to apply a line of pressure down his shaft.

  He seemed to like it, because the next thing I knew, one of his hands was buried in my hair, and he was gently rocking his hips back and forth. I stayed where I was, letting him fuck my mouth how he wanted. I loved how it felt when he hit the back of my throat. I was so wet, so excited, that it was all I could do not to touch myself. I wasn’t willing to do that in front of him. Not yet.

  I felt his cock harden in my mouth. He was about to blow. I wanted to taste him.

  I was a little disappointed when he pulled out. He bent down and took hold of my arm and pulled me to my feet. “Bedroom,” he said, his voice more a husky growl than anything else.

  I brought him to my bedroom. When he fell on his back on my bed and looked expectantly at me, I couldn’t help but giggle.

  “What’s so damn funny?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows. His abs were even more prominent when he sat like that, and his hard cock was rigid against his lower abdomen.

  “It’s just kind of weird to see you naked on my bed,” I said, gesturing at my powder pink sheets. He was a dark contrast to everything else in my room. My walls were white and decorated with watercolor paintings and Polaroid photographs. It smelled like vanilla candles and honey. Ethan was a dark-haired, tanned god on my bed who looked entirely out of place in here.

  “Get over it,” he said, motioning me closer to him with the curl of his fingers, “and come sit on me.”

  I didn’t need to be asked twice. I climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. I lifted myself up, my hands on his chest, and he lifted his hips so that the tip of him was resting against my slit.

  “God, you’re so wet,” he purred, both of his hands now taking hold of my hips.

  He pulled me down on top of him. His cock slid inside me. The pressure that had been building in my lower belly became more intense. I knew I was going to orgasm quickly.

  I straightened above him and twisted my hands behind my back to undo my bra. His eyes were fixed on me as I let the bra fall from my shoulders. I grabbed my tits and squeezed them together for him. I was aware of how tender they felt and how sensitive my nipples were. I knew this wasn’t only because of how turned on I was. My hormones were already acting out.

  I rode him hard and fast. I needed that release, and I didn’t care to wait for it. I wanted it now. His hands on my hips were a reminder of how strong he was. I liked the illusion of power I had as I arched my spine and found the perfect angle on top of him.

  Suddenly, I was bursting apart. The pressure exploded inside me, and I became a weak, trembling thing of pleasure. Ethan took hold of me and pulled me down on top of him, crushing my breasts against his chest. As I continued to climax, he thrust his hips.

  I cried out with pleasure and tried to muffle the sound in the groove of his shoulder and neck. I didn’t need my neighbors hearing our vigorous fucking.

  When I was done, I straightened. He was smiling up at me. I rocked slowly back forth, enjoying the calmer more sensual rhythm.

  “Turn around,” Ethan said. “I want to see your ass while you ride me.”

  I had never fucked anyone like that before. I had always wondered if it would feel good, but I had been too shy to give any man that kind of up close and personal view of my lady bits.

  But Ethan was different. I wasn’t worried about what he would think. In fact, I was confident he would like it.

  So I lifted one knee and turned around, leaving his cock inside me the whole while. Then, I planted myself with one knee on either side of his hips and braced myself with a hand on top of each of his muscular thighs. I gave each leg a squeeze for my own benefit. They were rock hard.

  Then I curved my spine and lifted my ass in the air. I felt his shaft glide out of me. I stopped when just the tip of him was in my pussy, and then, I lowered myself again. The spot his cock hit inside my pussy was delicious. I moaned and closed my eyes.

  His hands grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks. I heard that sound he made in the back of his throat again. His thumb ran over the side of my pussy as I eased his dick back inside me. The sensation of his touch was enough to push me over the edge again.

  I rode him faster. His g
rip on my ass tightened. When I came, it took everything I had not to scream. At the same time, he climaxed, and I continued to fuck him a moment longer to enjoy the jerking of his cock inside me.

  I lifted myself off him and looked back at him over my shoulder. His head was resting on the mattress, so all I could see was underneath his jaw and his neck. My God, he was so hot.

  I climbed off of him and hopped off the bed to go clean myself up. I could feel his eyes on me as I went to the en suite. When I returned, he was standing and still watching me like a hawk. He went into the bathroom next, and I took the opportunity to throw on a pale pink robe.

  I waited for him out in the kitchen. I gathered his clothes and put them on the counter for him. When he came out, he thanked me and dressed. I was disappointed when his abs disappeared beneath his shirt.

  “So,” he said with a lopsided smile that did something terrible to my knees, “how are you feeling?”

  “Better now,” I grinned.

  He chuckled and did up his jeans. “No, no, I mean in general. Before the sex. With the pregnancy. How do you feel?”

  I shrugged, kind of surprised by his interest. “Oh, you know. I’ve noticed I’m tired all the time. It would have been impossible for me to keep working at the art gallery and still go to all my classes feeling like this. My tits are kind of sore but not all the time. Besides that, I feel perfectly normal.”