Pulled

by A. F. Crowell

“Fuck. Babe you gotta stop, we can’t,” he groaned as I reached between us, unzipped his jeans, reached in and stroked his shaft. He grabbed my hand, stilling my motion. “Babe, the doc said no sex.”

  “Right, but he didn’t say anything about me goin’ down on you.” I shoved him onto his back. I tugged his jeans down just enough his cock could spring free. “This is the game we’re gonna play. Your hands are going to stay behind your head. If you touch me, I will stop. If you want to come, you will follow the directions. This can go as fast as you want or I can drag it out for an excruciatingly long time.”

  “Mmm, I love it when you’re pushy. Jeez, babe, I’m not gonna last long.” He threw his head back as my mouth enveloped his engorged dick. I moaned and sucked as I slid him in and out of my throat and lightly scratched his balls, causing him to grab a handful of my curls. Immediately I stopped and pulled all the way back. “Babe what th—Oh shit.” I gave him a knowing look.

  He released his hold and I began to work his cock with my tongue. He groaned and thrust his hips, gaining deep access to my throat. I tried my best to fit all of him, but I just couldn’t. Using my hand, I stroked it in unison with my mouth. Slipping him out of my mouth to trace his tip with my tongue, I teased and licked him up and down, then took him fully in my mouth and bobbed up and down until I felt his balls tighten and dick swell with his impending orgasm.

  “Babe, I’m so fuckin’ close,” he spoke at the ceiling.

  “Come in my mouth Jax.”

  “Mmm, you sure?” he gritted out.

  “Mmhmm,” I hummed as I slid his shaft in and out of my mouth. With a curse, his release hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as much and as fast as I could. I milked him, sucking every last drop until he began to relax. I climbed down from the tall bed, leaving a euphoric Jax flat on his back, arms still behind his head. I went to the bathroom, peed and swished some Listerine. Walking back out, I found Jax in the same position.

  “Babe, fuck that was awesome.”

  I smiled lasciviously. “Yep. Bask in my awesomeness.”

  Chapter Ten

  ~Leila~

  Having to spend yet another week in bed, I was bored out of my mind. I listened to music, watched a few movies and found a bunch of kickass books. My favorite was a tie between the Consumed series by Skyla Madi and the Driven series by K. Bromberg.

  New Year’s Eve was quiet.

  “Here babe.” Jax handed me sparkling apple cider.

  Setting the bowl of popcorn down in the middle of the bed, I reached out and took the crystal flute. “Thanks. What do you wanna watch?”

  “Don’t care, whatever you want.” He dropped to the bed as Ruger’s sniffing nose appeared. “Come on buddy.” Jax patted the bed and up came one furry, begging Shepherd.

  “No begging,” he warned Ruger, then slung his arm around my shoulder. “I’m sorry this is how we are spending our first New Year’s Eve together.”

  “Don’t be sorry, it’s perfect. There isn’t anywhere else in the world I’d rather be than curled up here with you.” I scooted closer to him. “Seriously honey, I’d rather be here with you just like this than be at a bar with hundreds of drunken idiots.”

  He leaned down and kissed me, slow and seductively. “I love you Leila.”

  “I love you too Jax. Happy New Year.” I hooked my arm around the back of his neck and pulled him back down to me. We spent the next thirty minutes kissing in the new year. I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate.

  Okay, I lied. I wish we had been making love at midnight.

  The next Monday Jax and I went to the Prenatal Wellness Center to see the OB and have another ultrasound. Dr. Rogers wanted to check and see where the placenta was in relation to my cervix. I’d been praying that it had moved for any number of reason; including sex. Just satisfying Jax’s needs was getting old; I needed sex.

  Unfortunately, Brody had called me on Friday to say he would meet us for the appointment. He actually had the balls to ask if I would meet him there alone. I laughed and told him, “No way.” I mean really.

  We arrived a little early, and beat Brody there. After a twenty minute wait the nurse called my name. Still no Brody. Jax couldn’t have been happier. I told the receptionist that Brody might show up late and to send him back whenever he got there.

  “Hi, Leila.” Dr. Rogers popped her head in the room. “Jaxon. How are y’all doin’?”

  “Hi, Dr. Rogers, we’re good. No more bleeds. It’s been three weeks, I’m so ready to be off bed rest,” I said.

  “Yeah, we need to get her out of the house. I’m being compared to fictional characters,” Jax muttered, sitting in the chair to the right of the exam table.

  Dr. Rogers laughed. “Well, I just wanted to say a quick hello before you had your ultrasound. I’ll see y’all in a few minutes, ’kay?”

  “Yep.” I wiggled, crinkling the exam table paper. Dr. Rogers shut the door and I turned to Jax. “Can you please hand me my phone babe?”

  “Yeah,” he said, sounding annoyed. He must’ve known I was checking if Brody texted me.

  The notification light blinked.

  Sorry Lei, I had an emergency in NYC on my way to airport now. I can’t make appt. Text me so I know what Dr. said.

  I wasn’t sure why I was slightly disappointed. I was glad Brody wasn’t there, but I didn’t want my baby to grow up feeling her father didn’t love her enough to hang around.

  “Is it my lucky day?” Jax looked happier than he had since we left the house.

  “Yep, it’s your lucky day. He’s not coming. He’s on his way to New York for work.” I sighed.

  “What the hell Lei? Why do you sound upset? Did you want him here?” Jax asked gruffly.

  “Jaxon, please don’t take this the wrong way, but yeah. I’m pissed. He made this big fuckin’ deal about being here for his daughter and the first opportunity, he’s absent.”

  “So you’re pissed? Not disappointed?”

  I sighed. “Mostly pissed, but, yeah, I’m a little disappointed.” I could see he was not happy with my answer. I felt the need to explain.

  “Jax, you don’t get it. My dad walked out on me. You will never understand how that feels. It makes you feel like it’s your fault. That you were the reason he didn’t want to stay. That he didn’t love you enough to stay. I never want that feeling for her.” I touched my protruding stomach. “She’ll have you, but when she gets older we’ll have to sit her down and explain all of this.”

  He stood and walked over to me. “You’re right, I don’t understand what that feels like, but I’ll make sure she never feels like she’s not loved.” His face softened. “We’ll make sure she understands his choices are not her fault and that it has nothing to do with her.”

  “How is it that you always know the perfect thing to say?” A lone tear skated down my cheek. I tugged on the front of his shirt, pulling him closer and wrapped my arms around his waist. A knock on the door gained our attention.

  “Hi, I’m Polly. I’m gonna do your ultrasound. All ready?” the petite brunette in pink scrubs asked.

  “We are,” Jax answered with a nod.

  “Great, let’s get started. Can you lay back for me please?” She coated my belly in the warm goo and slid the transducer around. “Ahh, there she is. I will take measurements, then we will get y’all some pictures, ’kay?”

  “Sounds good.” I smiled as I watched the screen.

  She went about her business and then printed out four pictures. She handed me a small towel and told us Dr. Rogers would be in shortly.

  I handed Jax the pictures to put in my purse while I cleaned myself up a little. Dr. Rogers was in about five minutes later.

  “Do you want the good news or the bad news first?” She set her tablet down on the counter with a straight face.

  Bad news? I can’t take any bad news. I’ve had enough bad news to last three lifetimes.

  Jax grabbed my hand.

  “Good news, I guess,” I answered ti
midly, taking a deep breath.

  “The good news is the baby looks great, measures right at twenty five weeks. She’s about a pound and a half. And, the placenta has migrated away from the cervix.” Dr. Rogers smiled.

  “Oh thank you baby Jesus.” My shoulders finally relaxed and Jax kissed the top of my head.

  “But that’s where the bad news comes in,” she said, cutting short our celebration. Really? Couldn’t she just leave it at that? “Since the placenta has moved, you are cleared to go back to work.”

  “Wait, that’s it?” I looked from her to Jax and back to her.

  “Yeah, moms that are almost in their third trimester beg to be written off of work. I guess from your reaction, you’re not one of those moms.” She chuckled.

  “No, Leila definitely isn’t one of those women,” Jax answered.

  The doctor went over the measurements and reassured us everything looked fine. Just as she seemed ready to leave Jax nudged me. “What?”

  Quietly, he muttered under his breath for me to ask about sex. A huge grin spread across my face. I shook my head and nodded from him to her, suggesting he ask.

  “Uh, hey, doc. I had one more question.” Jax was red as a Jersey tomato. “Um, is it, uh, safe for us to…ya know?”

  I sat back biting my cheek trying not to giggle. Dr. Rogers must have picked up on it and played along. “I’m sorry, safe to do what exactly?”

  Jax groaned. “Sex. Can we fuck or what doc?”

  “Jaxon Austin Henderson,” I scolded him like a small child.

  Dr. Rogers burst out laughing. “Yes, you can have sex, but take it easy the first couple of times. By next week, you should be able to resume a normal sex life.”

  “Thank fuck.” He dropped into the chair like a rock.

  “I’m sorry Dr. Rogers, please excuse him. I think all of the pent up…testosterone is starting to back up into his brain.” I cut my eyes in his direction.

  She left the room still smirking. I dropped the sheet and reached for my panties and jeans. Even though my back was to him, I could feel his eyes on my naked flesh.

  “Don’t even think about it,” I said.

  “What?” he asked, playing coy.

  “Don’t what me Jaxon. I can feel your eyes practically fuckin’ me over the exam table, even though I can’t see them.” I pulled up my maternity jeans. “You can wait ’til we are home babe.”

  He snatched up my purse, hoodie and our pictures, grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out of the doctor’s office. As he stalked through the lobby the receptionist tried to get our attention.

  “Excuse me. Ms. Matthews would you like to schedule your next appointment?” she hollered across the room.

  Jax didn’t even stop walking. He looked over his shoulder. “She’ll call you tomorrow. Or the next day.”

  “Sorry,” I squeaked out before he pulled me out the door. “Jaxon, slow down. I can’t walk as fast as you.”

  “Sorry babe. I just can’t wait to get you home.” He pushed the lobby doors open and the wintery air swirled around us. Jax must have seen me shiver. “Shit Lei, I’m sorry. Here, let me help you with your jacket.”

  “Thanks.” I shrugged on the thick gray hoodie.

  He drove us home like the car was set with explosives. When he spun tires at a red light I finally spoke up, “Hey Kevin Harvick, this ain’t Daytona. Slow down!”

  He backed off as we pulled onto East Bay. We turned into the garage a few minutes later. He was out the car and opening my door before I could unbuckle my seat belt.

  “Whoa killer, calm down. There is no rush. I’m as eager to have sex as you are, but damn.” I closed the door to the Challenger as he unlocked the door and turned off the alarm. Play time!

  “Hey, you hungry? Wanna sandwich or something?”

  “Nope and neither do you. Upstairs now.”

  “But the baby’s hungry Daddy,” I said, trying to stall.

  “Babe, no fuckin’ around. Upstairs. Naked. Two minutes. I’m takin’ Ruger out, then I’m comin’ for ya.” He turned around in the hallway once he called Ruger. “It’s either upstairs naked or bent over the first available flat surface I find you near.”

  If I was further along, I would be concerned my water just broke. He turned me on that much. Don’t judge. It had been almost four weeks since we’d had sex. I was a puddle of horniness.

  After dropping my stuff on the dining room table, I climbed the stairs, used the bathroom, then changed into a sexy black and pink lace bra and panty set I had bought a week before I went on bed rest.

  I was in the bathroom with the door shut when I heard him running up the stairs. He sounded like a herd of elephants. The bathroom door burst open.

  “Holy shit babe. You look so fuckin’ hot.”

  I could see the bulge in his jeans. “Really? I don’t look fat?” I was starting to be self-conscious about my pregnant body.

  “Oh baby, no. You’re sexy as fuckin’ hell.” He grabbed my hips and our chests collided. Our lips and tongues ravaged each other’s mouth as he slipped his hands around my backside and lifted me off the floor. “Bed or wall?”

  “Bed.”

  His tongue probed as I locked my ankles behind his back. He carried me from the bathroom to the bed and laid me down gently.

  “Wait, Jaxon, wait.”

  He halted. “What? What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I just wanted to remind you to be gentle with me.”

  His mouth was back on me as he pulled the lacy cups down, giving him access to my breast. He took his time licking and tonguing my nipples until they were so sensitive it hurt. Slowly, he kissed his way down to my pussy.

  “Hope these aren’t special,” he growled. Before I could say a word he ripped them off me. Oh fuck, those were brand new—and I couldn’t have cared less. He pushed my thighs apart and dipped his tongue into my wet slit.

  “Oh fuck.” I rolled my hips and moaned. I wasn’t going to last more than thirty seconds. He flicked his tongue up and down my clit as he eased his finger into my greedy pussy. “Oh God Jaxon, yeah. Right there, oohh.”

  He pulled back and my eyes shot down to his. “Eyes on me.”

  I propped myself up on my elbows and our eyes locked. His talented tongue went back to work, slipping and swirling around my throbbing clit. The first wave hit me as he curled his finger around and massaged the front wall of my pussy. Our eyes never left each other as I screamed his name and my whole body quivered and shook. He slowly ascended my body, eyes still locked on mine.

  “Mine,” he whispered against my belly as he laid soft, lazy kisses up my navel to my breast. He palmed them, squeezing my nipples between his thumb and middle finger. He rubbed his index finger over the peak of my nipple causing me to moan loudly. That sent me over the edge. I grabbed his arms and pulled him up to me.

  “Stop playin’ around Jax. I need you in me now,” I begged like a wanton slut. He gripped his thick shaft and rubbed it up and down my soaked slit.

  “Is this what you want baby?” he teased.

  “Ugh, stop teasin’ me. You know that’s what I want.”

  “Then say, ‘Jax I want you to fuck my pussy.’” His eyes were dark with need.

  “Please,” I continued to beg.

  “Say it baby. I can tease you like this for hours.” He rubbed the head of his dick across my clit.

  “Fuck, Jax please.”

  “Say it Lei.”

  Fine. “Jax, fuck me.”

  “Nope. Say it.”

  I knew what he wanted me to say, but God, it sounded so whorish. He pushed just the tip of his dick into me and then pulled back out. It’s like he knew what incentive I needed to push me over the edge.

  “Oh God, Jax.” I caved. “Jaxon I want you to fuck my wet pussy. Now!”

  He growled and shoved his deliciously fat cock into my tight slit. He pushed all the way in, balls deep and paused. “You okay?”

  “I will be as soon as you kiss me.” I pulled hi
s face down, my lips seeking his out. He pumped into me, slow and deep. I threw my head back. “Oh Jax, don’t stop, right there, oh God.”

  He picked up his tempo all the while his face searched mine. “Oh fuck Lei. You still okay baby?”

  “Yeahhhhhhh,” I moaned out. “Harder Jax. I need more.”

  “Baby, I don’t wanna hurt ya. I gotta hold back for now.” His thrusts were deliberate and planned. He went fast and shallow, then slowed and went deep, rolling his hips.

  “Oh God Jax, I’m gonna come, don’t stop.”

  “Wait baby, I’m almost there, wait.…” His eyes stayed fixed on mine as he slid in and out of my wanton sex. “Now,” he roared. I felt him stiffen inside me, then empty himself deep within my walls. The sight of ecstasy on his face sent me over the cliff. I came all over his cock as he finished pumping his own release into me.

  “Oh God Jax, is it possible that’s better than I remembered?” I lay there unable to get myself up.

  “Fuck babe. That was un-fuckin-believable. You sure you’re okay? You want me to help ya to the bathroom?” He rolled off me. He took care the entire time not to put much weight on me.

  “Yeah, I’m okay, honey. I probably should get up before I make a mess on the sheets.” I hated the cleanup.

  “Babe,” I hollered out of the bathroom. Jax was in the doorway like a madman in a split second.

  “What? What’s wrong?” he said quickly with panic written all over his face.

  “Geez, relax, nothing is wrong. Actually the exact opposite. No bleeding, at all.” I stood up from the toilet and flushed.

  “Jesus Leila, you damn near gave me a fuckin’ heart attack.” He scrubbed his hands over his face with a huff.

  “Did you just huff at me?” I approached him, intending on playing with him a little.

  He scrunched his forehead in disbelief. “What if I did? Whatcha gonna do ’bout it?”

  “I may have to spank that incredibly sexy ass of yours.” I bounced my eyebrows with a smirk.

  “Is that so? What makes you think I’d letcha?” He wrapped his arms around my chest, under my arms and picked me up. He walked backward and over to the bed. He sat down and I wrapped my legs around him. He grabbed a handful of curls and pulled my head back exposing my neck. “I think you may have overestimated yourself sweetheart.”