by Beck, J. L.
She shakes her head no, resisting me again. I relentlessly suck her into my mouth and slam into her with two fingers.
“Please… Fuckkk…” she screams. Her legs quiver, and I can feel her walls getting ready to contract. Oh no, you don’t, baby.
“Tell me…” I command, pushing back into her slowly.
“You. It’s always been you… Always you…” she huffs out. I smile, my lips sucking that little bud into my mouth. I eat her like she’s the last meal I’ll ever have. Her legs continue to hold my head into place, not allowing me to move as if I really would. Her fingers grip at my hair, roughly pulling and tugging it in every direction. She’s soaking wet, which causes me to push into her harder and faster. In seconds, she’s on the verge of coming. Her walls constrict around my fingers, and I can feel that distinct feeling in my balls growing. I hold off my release, wanting her to reach her peak first.
I pull my mouth away from her pussy and continue to push into her with two fingers, watching her face turn into a blissful, gooey mess. Then I’m sliding into her. My pace is slow and soft. I want to tenderly love her body and make up for lost time.
Every touch, kiss, and stroke of my body is to remind her that I was never really gone, that I am still here with her. Her body hums with mine as her eyes open, peering into mine.
“Fuck me…” she orders, her teeth sinking into her lip. Something in me snaps, either from the fact that I haven’t had her in days or because she’s urging me to be rough. Whatever it is, I don’t know nor do I care.
I plow into her, our skin slapping together with a furious intensity. My balls are burning and begging for their release, but I wait, holding onto to Mimi with every shred of who I am.
“More. More,” she begs, her fingers digging into my backside, urging me to take her harder.
“I can’t… our baby…” I barely get out. My teeth are clenched and my jaw is hard as I maintain my pace. Her legs tighten around my midsection as she pushes her body up to meet my thrusts.
“Our baby is going to be fine. Now fuck me like you love me,” she grits out. Then she smiles, an evil, I-know-what-I-want smile, the kind that will have me bending her over the bed and taking her.
I grip her legs and hold them together, bending slightly, as I push them against her chest. Then it’s as if I’ve lost who I am. I’m fucking her like I never have before. We’re both panting. Her nails scrape against my chest, and my fingers dig into her hips with each drive into her.
Suddenly, I’m there… Her muscles clench me like a vice, forcing me to release my seed into her. Every loving fucking drop of me is in her.
“Yes!” she screams into the air. I can tell she’s coming as I open my eyes. Her nose is scrunched up and a wrinkle forms on her forehead. She’s beautiful when she comes…
I smile, so much so that I think it will be stuck to my face for many days to come.
“I love you…” I whisper, pulling out of her.
“Mmm… Me too.”
Double the Trouble
Mimi
I pull myself from the warmth of Corey and the bed and run to the bathroom. My bladder feels as if it’s going to explode. Just as I sit my ass on the toilet, the doorbell rings. Who the fuck could it be?
“Corey!” I holler out the bathroom door.
“Yeah, yeah... I got it, babe,” he replies, his voice is full of sleep. I know he has to be tired and hungry. Then again, he ate me most of the night, so that might be doubtful.
He stops at the bathroom door, giving me a shit eating grin. He’s in his undies and nothing else. His abs, dips, and ripples are all on full display. Looking at him, I know I’m addicted; he’s a habit I’ll never be able to kick.
A swallow catches in my throat. Corey is addicting, and I’ve just admitted it. I would love to say I’m over any insecurities I have, but I’m not. I know Corey’s mine, but things can happen. Things can change us.
“Hello.” I hear Corey’s devilish voice say to the unknown stranger.
“Sweet baby Jesus in a manger, please put on some fucking clothes.” The pitch in voice tells me Corey has just burned Jenna’s eyes right out of her head.
“Oh, come on…” Corey pouts, sighing. I close the bathroom door, finish my business, and wash my hands. I slip back into my bedroom and grab my sleep shorts off the floor, remembering the way Corey possessed my body last night.
“Tell him to put his clothes on! My retinas have been permanently burned out of my head,” Jenna says, sneaking up on me. I swivel around, clutching my chest. Jesus H. Christ. Does she have to be so quiet?
“Fuck! You scared me!!” I yelp.
She smiles some cheesy ass grin as her nose wiggles. What the fuck is she doing?
“Did Rex slip some LSD into your coffee or something? You’re wiggling your nose, and sorry to say it but if you keep it up, I won’t be able to claim you as my best friend anymore.”
She glares at me before saying, “Well, my nose is wiggling because it smells like someone’s vagina and penis blew up in here. Oh, by that I mean someone had some extremely raw, hot, satisfying sex.”
I smile while nibbling on my bottom lip. She has no idea.
“By someone you mean me and Mimi, right?” Corey butts in, a huge smile crossing his face.
Jenna puts her hands over her eyes. “I thought I told you to put on some clothes before you started talking to me again! I can’t handle it. I’m afraid your wang is going to slip out and start flapping around… Ugh, that would seriously be a disturbing memory.”
“Well, not only is it big, it’s also pretty…” Corey taunts, a cocky smile shining down at Jenna.
“My ears, my poor, little, fucking ears are bleeding. Bleeding!” she whines.
“Oh, they’re not bleeding. Stop being a baby,” I impatiently tell her, pushing through the doorway so I can go to the kitchen and get something to eat. Baby Winchester is a hungry one.
Corey and Jenna follow me, of course. I open the fridge and rummage around inside, deciding that I seriously need to buy some groceries. I grab a granola bar from the cabinet and turn around to find Corey lounging on the couch, remote in hand, and Jenna looking at me like I just kicked a puppy.
“What?” I question. “Did I forget a special date? An appointment?”
“Well, I obviously need to remind you that you have an appointment this afternoon since you fail to remember most things lately. But that’s not what is on my mind…” From her tone, I know I’ve forgotten something.
I look at the calendar on the fridge, my fingers skimming to the date. February 28th?
“Is it Tuesday or Wednesday?” I ask, not sure what day of the week it is. I don’t even follow along with how far along I am; I just know peanut will be here in September.
“Actually, it’s Thursday,” she informs me, her shoulders sagging. The guilt sinks in. I’ve been slacking as a friend on so many levels. So many.
“Thursday…” I mutter under my breath. “Where the hell did the rest of the week go?”
“Well, it was probably spent arguing with Corey, and then roughly two days of it was spent making up.”
I nod my head, taking another bite of the granola bar. She’s right. I have been fighting with Corey for days and neglecting everything else. Homework, her, life in general.
“Okay, shittiest best friend award goes to yours truly. What have I forgotten?” I admit, sighing.
She smiles. “Oh, nothing. I just wanted to hear you admit that you’re being a shitty friend.”
My mouth falls open and I shoot daggers at her. “Oh, really? You just wanted to hear me admit what a shitty friend I have been?” I chew the rest of my snack and trek over to her, my fingers digging into her sides.
A loud laughter erupts from her throat as she giggles at me, her hands trying to force mine away.
“Am I still a bad friend?” I tease, ready to attack her again. She takes a step back, brushing her hair from her face.
“Yes,” she replies. I
ready myself for another attack, but she holds her hands up in a truce. “Wait… You are, but you could make it up to me by having a double date night. Me and Rex, and you and Corey.”
Corey comes over to us, his arm slinging over Jenna’s shoulder. “That’s a really good idea,” he comments, winking at me. The second Jenna realizes a half-naked Corey is hanging off her she’s scampering away from him like he has the bird flu.
“What did I tell you…?” she shrieks, shielding her eyes from him.
“That you like looking at me half naked…” he counters, coming over by me and giving me a soft kiss on the forehead.
“No,” she protests, her eyes still covered. “I said. Put. Clothes. On.”
Corey narrows his eyes at her, pretending as if he didn’t hear her. “Did you say to take the rest of my clothes off?”
“God, no…” she snorts. I let out a small laugh, loving the interaction between the two of them. They have come so far in such a short time. They went from being lovers, to enemies, to frenemies, to now friends.
I give Corey a light shove toward the hall, hoping he gets the idea. He looks at me bewildered. “Go put on some clothes before Jenna goes and tells Rex you’re walking around the house naked.”
“Speaking of Rex… Did he ever tell you about the time we were kids and he got his willy…”
“Go!” Jenna and I say in unison. The second he is out of ear shot, I tell Jenna he’s gone.
“Do you let him do that every time company comes over?”
I give her an are-you-fucking-serious look. “Do you honestly think I have company? And I wouldn’t know if he does this a lot because this is the first time we have seen each other after sex in weeks. I mean, it’s the first time he actually stayed since we didn’t fight afterward.”
“Right. About that… What’s going on? He looks really happy… I mean seriously happy.” She keeps emphasizing that he’s happy, and the more I think about it, the more I see it. He really is happy. I haven’t seen him smile this much since, well, ever.
“We fixed things. Not until after he and Declan got into a fight, though.” I run my fingers through my hair, realizing just how nasty it feels. I need to shower. Like yesterday.
Jenna raises an eyebrow at me, hoisting herself up onto the counter “You mean that sweet boy, Declan, hit Corey?” There is far too much excitement in her voice.
Rolling my eyes, I explain, “Yes, that sweet boy, Declan, hit Corey. Not really hit, more like punched.”
“Really?” Her eyes grow big. “Did he get punched back?”
“Nope,” I respond. Now that we’re talking about it, I find it weird that Corey didn’t sock him back. I would’ve.
“Strange that he didn’t hit him back…” she trails off, and I would have to say I agree. It is strange.
“Anyway, we’re better now. All I want to do is focus on the future with our baby and move on with our lives.”
“’Kay, loser. I just wanted you to know we are coming over here tonight for pizza, movies, board games, and whatever else you decide. You also have an appointment this afternoon at four. Oh, and remember how I was telling you that you missed something important?” she mentions, jumping off the counter and walking toward the door.
“Uhh, yeah. Then you told me it was a joke.” I’m so confused by this girl, completely and utterly confused.
“Rex asked me to marry him and I said yes,” she nonchalantly reveals, sending me a wicked smile as she opens the door to the apartment and walks out. My mind is digesting the words as I quickly walk toward the door to catch her.
“You bitch! Get back here!” I yell down the hall, trying to keep the smile off my face.
“Later…” she replies as she continues walking away.
What a fucking snatch.
***
“You’ve gained five pounds since your last appointment,” the nurse notes, scribbling on a piece of paper she has in her hands. Fantastic. It has to be all those veggies chips I’m eating.
“Don’t worry, baby, I still love you,” Corey reassures me as we walk down the hall to a patient room.
“Shut up or you’re going to be about two pounds lighter…”
“Why’s that?” he goads me.
“Because I’m going to cut off a very important…”
“In you go…” the nurse directs, ushering us into the room. I glare at Corey as he smiles because I am unable to finish my sentence.
I sit at the end of the examination table, and Corey takes a seat against the wall. Yeah, you better stay away from me. I might stab you.
“Any new symptoms? You said you had morning sickness? Any headaches or light headedness?” The nurse is pumping questions out like they are going out of style.
“Nope. All is good in pregnancy world,” I answer quite sarcastically, and I can tell the nurse is getting annoyed.
“Alright, Doctor Clive will be in shortly.” She gets up, locks her computer, and leaves. Silence passes between me and Corey, and then he starts laughing for seemingly no reason.
“What is so funny?” I gripe, my fingers digging into the white paper on the table. The room is stuffy, and the mirror in front of me shows my ever growing reflection back at me.
“You’re what’s funny. You want me to go give the nurse her head back?” he admonishes.
“I didn’t bite her head off…” Did I? I can be snarky without even thinking about it.
“You kind of did, but she probably deals with tons of pregnant women.” For some reason, Corey’s comment has me thinking about my mom. I haven’t told her I am pregnant yet, but soon there will be no hiding it. Not just because of my body, but because of my insurance. My dad will be getting a bill for my last appointment any day now.
“Hey, where did you go?” Corey asks concerned, his hand landing on my thigh.
“My parents. They don’t know yet. What am I going to say to them? How will I explain to my dad that I went off to college to learn and somehow ended up knocked up?”
“Hey now…” he says soothingly, his hand moving up to my face. His hand is soft as it encompasses my cheek. His warmth and smell surround me, filling every missing piece inside. “My parents don’t know either, not that my dad would really care. But my mom… My mom would. She would want to know her granddaughter or grandson.”
I nod. I know what he means. Our families will want to know what we are having. Hell, they will just want to know that we are even having a baby. I hate talking to my mom, but right now, from one mother to another, I feel like I need to call her and tell her myself.
“We could tell them together…” I offer shyly, not really sure what he will say about it. We never discuss our parents. I know all there is to know about Corey’s dad, and he knows that my dad is constantly having affairs with his staff.
“We could…” he says, his voice so smooth. “Or we could find out what we’re having first and live in the moment before we have to explain it all to them. The most important thing is that we’re happy.”
I nod again, my emotions all over the place. “Look at me,” he commands. I bring my eyes up to meet his. “You and me, Mimi. We are what matters, not our parents or anyone else. Just you and me. If we’re happy, that’s all that matters.”
It’s then, of course, that the doctor decides to come in and crush the beautiful moment that Corey and I are having.
“Ah. Hello, Mimi. How is pregnancy treating you?” Dr. Clive questions. A smile tugs at my lips, and I hold back a smartass remark.
“It’s splendid.”
“Good,” he says, cracking his knuckles. “We’re going to do an ultrasound today to see if we can see what the sex of the baby is.”
I give Corey a confused expression, but all he does is smile at me softly. I lean back onto the table as the doctor grabs a bottle and pulls a very large machine that is sitting in the corner over to us.
“The gel is going to be cold; otherwise, you shouldn’t feel any discomfort.” Relief runs through me.
Thank the Lord because if I would have had to walk out of here feeling like I had been assaulted, I was going to lose it.
I pull my shirt up, and the doctor squeezes the bottle of gel. Cold dollops fall onto my skin, and though I want to let out a shriek, I don’t.
“Cold, huh?” Corey remarks, his hand finding its way into mine.
“Very.”
Doctor Clive pushes a bunch of buttons then moves the screen around to face us. He has a Doppler in his hand and when he places it against my skin, a blob pops up on the screen. It’s like looking through a glass of water. He moves the device around on my belly until he finds the spot he wants.
A couple clicks later, I’m waiting for him to say something, anything. Moments pass as my eyes stay glued to the screen to see our baby’s body come into focus. It looks like a really big baby.
“Well, goodness…” Doctor Clive says under his breath.
“What?” Corey and I ask in unison, an uneasiness settling into my bones.
“Well, I can tell you right now that you’re going to be parents, but not to just one baby.”
“What do you mean not to one baby?” Corey asks. I think I’ve already figured it out. We cannot be having two babies. TWO BABIES! My eyes grow wide as I watch Corey’s face for emotions.
“I mean, there are two babies in there.”
Corey’s eyes grow to the size of saucers; his face turns as white as the sheet I’m lying on.
“But… What… How…” he sputters through a numerous amount of words as the doctor continues to click on things.
Dr. Clive pushes a button and a heartbeat starts to sound through the small speaker. Tears well up in my eyes at the sound of life - lives that Corey and I created.
“Yes, definitely two babies,” Doctor Clive states, looking at us with a smile on his face.
“Would you like to know the sex of the babies?” he enquires. The question doesn’t bother me; it’s when he says babies that I actually start to freak out.
