A Christmas Surprise: Bundle of Joy Series

by Grace, Kenna

  “It certainly was,” Elliott finally answered.

  * * *

  When we got back to my place, I quickly washed up and tossed on some fresh clothes. I looked into the TV room to see if Elliott was there. He wasn't. Then, I made my way to the kitchen. Immediately, before I could even see him, his scent hit me like a brick wall.

  Elliott was sitting at the kitchen table messing around on the iPad. I stood there for a moment and watched him. He looked so peaceful and I thought how nice it was to have him around more often. I took one last breath, letting his scent fill me entirely, before walking up behind him.

  Standing behind him now, I put a hand on each side of his shoulders and massaged my fingers into his muscles. Elliott threw his head back, his eyes closed, and let out a moan.

  “What were you doing in the washroom to take so long? Jacking off?” Elliott joked, arching his neck to look up at me. I repositioned my hands and increased the pressure. Elliott moaned again.

  “Wouldn't you like to know,” I replied with a half-smile. I slid my arms down his shoulders, passed his biceps, and snaked them around his torso. Bending a little at the waist, I pulled him into me and hugged his body against mine. “Thought you said you were tired,” I said, yawning. “Starting to feel it myself now.” I gave him a quick kiss on the top of his head and gave his shoulder a quick squeeze before turning around to head upstairs.

  Just as I did, his hand reached out and wrapped around my wrist. “I think I’m ready to go to bed too,” he said, his lips tugging up into a smile. He stood up, his hand still secured around my wrist.

  “Oh yeah?” I licked my lips. “Tired?”

  He let out a chuckle and blinked his eyes before looking deeply into my own. He leaned in a little closer and placed a kiss on my neck, tracing his lips down my collarbone. Just as I let out a moan, Elliott pulled away and looked up at me. He didn’t reply with words, but he shook his head, and I knew he didn’t want to go to bed because he was tired.

  As my mind started to run wild and my pants tightened in the crotch, Elliott walked past me, with my hand still in his, as he led me out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom.

  The bedroom door had hardly shut behind us, before Elliott turned around and returned his lips to my collarbone, this time tracing them backwards up to my neck. His grip around my wrist loosened and I took the opportunity to slide them out and interlocked my fingers with his own.

  His lips continued on my neck, slowly kissing my skin every few inches, until they found their way to the curvature of my face. No longer able to take it anymore, I lowered my head to meet his. I needed his lips to be on mine. I needed to taste him.

  As if Elliott was able to sense how strongly I craved him, he bit down on his lower lip as he let out the sexiest moan. Then, slowly, his lips grazed my own. As we kissed, the shock spiraled down my spine. The crotch of my pants was still growing ever tighter.

  Letting go of one of his hands, I combed my fingers through his thick hair and brushed a stray strand behind his ear. Our kiss grew even more passionate and it didn’t take long until my tongue made way into his receptive mouth. They danced against each other, tasting, teasing, and pouring our physical need into one another.

  Elliott ran his hand along my spine, causing my hips to arch towards him. His lips felt amazing, but I still needed more. Feeling the moment heat up, I ran my hand down his back and snaked my finger into the belt loop of his jeans. I tugged him towards me until our hips pressed against each other. I could feel his own swollen member throb against my thigh.

  For a second, Elliott pulled away just far enough so that he could hook his hands underneath my shirt. I removed my hand from the loop of his jeans, and with one swooping motion, he tugged my shirt from over my head and tossed it to the ground.

  He took a step back and seated himself on the edge of the bed. He gave me an up and down, admiring my body. Then, without saying another word, he motioned me towards him with his finger.

  Complying, I took a few steps towards him.

  As I stood now in front of him, he reached towards the waist of my pants. He tugged at the fabric until my pants slid to my ankles. My stiff cock stood erect from my dark trimmed pubic hair.

  “Mmm,” he purred, biting down on his lower lip as he alternated his gaze from my eyes and then back to my member. He ran a hand from the top of my chest, down my torso, and towards my thigh. He let his thumb brush against the head of my cock as it made its way and settled, gripping my ass firmly.

  I let out an exhale as I watched him bring his face closer to my shaft and bury his nose in my pubic hair. He inhaled deeply. With one of his hands, he gripped my cock in his palm and craned his neck to look up into my eyes.

  My chest started to rise and fall as he began to circle his thumb around the head of my cock, collecting the pre-cum on the tip of his finger. He continued to lower his face until he was able to take one of my balls into his mouth. Gently, he began sucking it in and teasingly spitting it back out, only to give the other one some attention as well.

  After a few minutes, he brought his attention to my shaft. He dragged his tongue from my balls up to the base of my cock, and along the entirety of its length, before allowing it to circle the head. Still looking up at me, he lapped at the dribbling pre-cum. My anticipation for the warm wetness of his mouth taking me in entirely continued to grow.

  Finally, the anticipation ended, and took the head of my cock into his mouth. He began to stroke my shaft as he slowly took the entirety of my length into his throat. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, reaching down a hand and stroking it through his hair.

  Though he started sucking me off slowly, it didn’t take long for him to increase his pace. I could already feel my orgasm building, and I knew at this pace, I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. “I’m going to cum soon,” I warned him in between a heavy breath.

  Elliott swirled his tongue around the head of my cock one last time before letting my member fall from his mouth. “Do it.” He let out a little chuckle and was just about to take me back into him when I interrupted him by placing a couple digits under his chin and tilting his head to look back up at me.

  He looked up at me with a raised brow.

  I paused for a moment before speaking. “I don’t want to cum before I get to fuck you.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  Elliott didn’t even wait for me to reply. Instead, he sat back upright and pulled off his shirt, tossing it somewhere to the side. His large baby bump was protruding heavily. He slid himself up to the top of the bed and began unbuckling his pants. I watched enticingly, stroking my cock as he did so.

  When he finally had his pants removed, he flung them to the ground from his ankle, and again motioned me towards him with his index finger. Not wanting to disappoint, I wasted no time, and crawled onto the bed, positioning myself on top of him and supporting my weight with my elbows.

  Before I could even lower myself to kiss him again, Elliott craned his neck and met me halfway. He pressed his lips against mine and pulled my hips against his with his hand that was now firmly gripping my ass. Slowly, I rocked against him, our throbbing cocks pressing along one another.

  Placing a hand in between us, I gripped both our lengths in my palm. Elliott let out a moan and began to rock his hips. His breathing started to get heavier and he was struggling to decide what he needed more: our lips and tongues exploring one another’s, or a breath of air.

  He tossed his head back, breaking away from our kiss, and began to pant heavily. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.” He rocked his hips several more times before his body started to tense. He arched his back against the mattress as he moaned and ribbons of hot cum shot onto his chest.

  Elliott let out a chuckle as he regained his composure. It didn’t take long, though, before he wanted some more. He craned his neck again and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Placing a hand on my chest, he pressed against me. I shifted my weight onto my knees and watched as he moved onto his hands and knees
. His thick, tight ass teased my restraint as he arched his back and gripped the mattress with anticipation.

  I repositioned myself so I was in between his legs and gave his ass a quick slap. Elliott let out a moan, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Leaning into him, I pressed the head of my cock against his entrance. I positioned my head between our bodies and dropped a dollop of saliva from my lips. It came falling down, landing on the head of my cock.

  Gripping it in my right hand, I teased his tight hole. I pressed my weight into him just enough for the head of my cock to begin to enter him. As soon as it did, though, I would ease up and pull back. I repeated this several more times. It didn’t take long until Elliott’s legs began to shake.

  “Fuck me,” Elliott purred, rocking his hips back. He let out a moan.

  His begging for me to take him nearly sent me over the edge. Seeing his body arch and his hands gripping the mattress was so fucking hot. Giving in, I positioned my cock against him again and pressed my weight into him. My head slowly slid into his ass and I paused for a second to allow his body to adjust to my girth.

  His ring squeezed hard around my shaft as I continued to press into him. His body accepted every inch. At first, slowly, I rocked back and then pressed into him, and increased my rhythm as Elliott’s moans grew louder. I could tell he was close and I could feel my own orgasm building as well.

  I ran a hand up along his back and snaked it around his shoulder, so I could steady myself as I rocked into him even harder. Elliott pressed his chest onto the mattress and turned his head to the side. His face contorted with pleasure as he grew closer to coming.

  Just then, his ring gripped securely around the base of my cock. “Fuck,” he panted. “I’m cumming. Don’t stop.”

  “I’m going to cum too,” I fired back. Waves of pleasure began rushing through my body.

  “Cum in me.”

  Him asking me to cum in him was what drove me over the edge, and my orgasm exploded through my body. My sac tugged up against my body as his ass hugged my cock, pulsating as his own orgasm milked every drop of cum I had.

  As I pulled myself from out of him, warm cum began to leak out of his hole and down the back of his thigh. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a tissue paper and wiped him down. I tossed it into the trashcan next to the bed.

  I laid my back against the mattress and Elliott sprawled out next to me. His head rested gently on my chest and he let out a sigh as I combed my fingers through his hair. We didn’t say anything, nothing needed to be said. Right now, we laid next to each other, our chests rising and dropping with each breath, as we cuddled in post orgasmic bliss.

  It didn’t take long until Elliott began to snore. I smiled to myself and craned my neck to give him one last quick kiss on top of his head. Resting my head back down on the pillow, I shut my eyes and took solace in the moment as I drifted off into my own slumber.

  21

  Elliott

  When I woke up, I blinked the sleep from my eyes and stretched out against the mattress. Clay was still fast asleep next to me. His chest rose and fell with each breath. I turned to check the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was only seven in the morning, but I was already wide awake.

  Being careful not to wake him, I scooted out of bed and tossed on a loose-fitting pair of clothes. I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, boiled water in the kettle, and made myself a warm cup of hot chocolate. I took it with me to the living room and sat myself down on the couch.

  I took a sip of the warm cocoa. It was hard to believe that Christmas was only a couple days away now. I was sure it would have completely slipped my mind if it weren’t for the bare Christmas tree in the living room, and the pile of snow I saw each time I looked out the window.

  I rested my hand on top of my very pregnant belly. It didn’t take long until I could feel the kicking. My lips tugged up into a smile. “Getting excited?” I said aloud. My due date was anytime now, I couldn’t help but wonder if this would be our little bundle of joy’s first Christmas.

  After a few minutes, the kicking ceased. I took another sip of my hot chocolate and scanned the room. Besides a wreath hanging from the wall and the bare Christmas tree, the room was certainly lacking in the holiday spirit department.

  My eyes opened wide as an idea sparked. I took one last sip of the chocolatey beverage and drained the rest down the kitchen sink. I grabbed my winter jacket from the closet and tugged on my snow boots. There was a department store just a block away, and I figured I could surprise Clay with a decorated tree by the time he woke up.

  I purchased bulbs and tinsel and strands of light. Everything that reminded me of Christmas as a child. My plan was already half-successful. By the time I got back, Clay was already up and sitting in the living room.

  “Guess what I got?” I said cheerfully, laying the bags of decorations down on the floor next to the tree.

  Clay rolled his eyes and let out a laugh. “Oh, I have no idea.” He leaned in and gave my cold nose a warm kiss. “You could have waited for me, you know. I would have gone with you.”

  “I know,” I replied. “I wanted to surprise you, though. I thought we could maybe decorate the tree together and have some hot chocolate. What do you think?”

  “Sounds like a perfect morning.”

  Clay and I hung some colorful bulbs and placed the string of lights from base to tip and set a star at the top. It really was starting to look like Christmas.

  “Hot chocolate?”

  He nodded. “With marshmallows?”

  I laughed. “With marshmallows.” I passed him a couple strands of tinsel I was holding and made my way to the kitchen.

  After turning on the water to boil and scooping some of the gourmet powder into a couple mugs, I rested my hand on my belly. Apparently, Clay and I weren’t the only ones looking forward to the treat. When the kettle flicked off, I filled the mugs with water and gave them a stir.

  The baby was starting to kick harder now.

  I grabbed the mugs from the counter and was just about to head back to the living room when my lower back started to cramp. I inhaled sharply as I grimaced and froze in my tracks. I set one of the mugs down on the counter and gripped the edge of the countertop. I took a few deep breaths until the pain started to settle.

  Just when I thought it had passed, I started to feel uncomfortable. The bottom of my belly began to feel heavy.

  “You alright in there?” Clay called out.

  I sucked in a big breath from my mouth and slowly exhaled. The pain seemed to have passed, but despite still feeling strange, whatever had caused it seem to have stopped. “Yeah,” I replied, figuring it was just our baby being fussy. “Be there in a minute.”

  I took another moment or two and grabbed the mug again. I took a few steps towards the living room when suddenly, a deep discomfort contracted in my abdomen.

  Overtaken by the sudden sensation, I dropped one of the mugs to the ground, causing it to shatter. I reached the counter and hunched over.

  “Elliott?” Clay shouted. He came rushing to the kitchen with a look of growing concern on his face. He took a knee in front of me. His hand reached for mine. “What’s going on? Are you all right?”

  My jaw hung slack as I began to pant. I squeezed his hand tight and tried to control my breathing. I stood up as straight as I could and used one of my hands to support my lower back. “I think I’m going into labor.”

  His eyes opened wide and a stunned look paralyzed his face. “Oh shit, are you sure?”

  I could feel another contraction coming on and I squeezed his hand as it did. “Yeah, I’m pretty fucking sure,” I growled though my clenched teeth.

  When it finally ended, Clay held my hand as he guided me to the front door. I put on my boots and winter jacket while he multitasked, doing the same and calling Nick for a ride, and then the hospital to let them know we were on our way.

  Clay held onto my waist and I wrapped my hand around his shoulder to help me make it outside. Nick
didn’t live far, but he must have had the pedal to the floor to make it over as quick as he did. Clay helped me into the back of the car and took a seat next to me. Nick hit the gas and pulled back onto the road.

  I gasped for each breath as the pressure and pain rocked through my body and I squeezed Clay’s hand and my face contorted as each contraction grew closer to one another.

  “Deep breaths, Elliott. Come on, you can do it, it’s alright, just breathe.”

  Seconds felt like hours, but the car finally pulled up to the emergency entrance at the hospital. Clay helped me out of the car and walked in through the hospital doors.

  “Can I get some help over here,” Clay called out frantically.

  A nurse rushed over. She must have seen this situation hundreds of times over and immediately took control of the situation. “How long ago did the contractions start and how far apart are they?”

  Her calm tone and straight to the point questions were appreciated. If I wasn't currently experiencing the most extreme pain I’d ever felt, I might have even found the situation comforting. I wished I had precise answers, but I had no concept of time right now. “I don’t know when they started. I didn’t even know what was happening at first.”

  “How far apart?”

  I choked back a few breaths and roared as another contraction crippled me. “Every few minutes.”

  She signaled for aid and a few more nurses rushed over. “We need to get him to a delivery room. Now.”

  One of the nurses who rushed over grabbed a wheelchair and had me take a seat. They wheeled me down the hall towards the delivery rooms and ushered me into one that was currently available. They helped me up from the wheelchair and had me change into a hospital gown. I gave them my information and took my spot on the delivery bed.

  A few minutes later two other people in uniform entered the room and swapped with the ones who had been helping me. A flustered Clay stayed by my side and held my hand, offering any words of encouragement and support he could.