by Freya Kane
Fear had kept me paralyzed in the endless cycle of sameness, but Ethan was offering me freedom and the open road.
And himself.
I looked around my room, trying to find anything that would hold me here and finding nothing. I grabbed my gym bag, the closest thing I owned to a suitcase and stuffed it with the only clothes I owned that fit properly and the few mementos that meant enough to pack.
I hefted the bag on my shoulders, not even surprised how light it was. My whole life didn’t even manage to fill that bag. Somehow it seemed fitting.
I dropped my keys on the kitchen table. The car Mama and I shared was gone, no doubt parked outside the bar.
I had a long walk ahead of me.
***
I stared at the plain wooden door in front of me. The shop had been deserted by the time I arrived, the pack of oil stained men that usually filled it long since having left for cold beer and hard barstools.
I didn’t even know if he would be home, but somehow I couldn’t picture Ethan heading to the bar that was Mama’s home away from home tonight.
I knocked, and my knuckles had barely brushed the wood when the door opened revealing Ethan, his face flushed with relief and desire. He didn’t say a word. He just glanced at the bag in my hand and pulled me inside, slamming the door and shutting out the world behind us.
As soon as the door closed, I found myself pressed against it as he claimed my mouth in a searing kiss. My bag dropped out of my hand, unnoticed, as Ethan’s tongue plundered my mouth, tasting every secret.
He pulled back and breathlessly said, “Tell me you’ll stay.”
“I’ll stay.”
“Fuck,” he growled. “We’re not going to make it to the bed if you keep that up.”
Wetness flooded me at the realization of what we were really about to do. That virginity that I’d held onto like a shield suddenly didn’t seem so important anymore.
“I don’t think I’d mind not making it to a bed later,” I whispered, surprised at the bold tone of my voice. “But for this first time, a bed sounds like the right choice.”
Ethan stilled. “You’re sure?” he asked, ever the gentleman.
“Very sure, Ethan.” His eyes darkened at the word and I found myself scooped up and deposited on the bed a few feet away. I moved to pull off my shirt, but he grasped my hands, stopping me.
“Let me.”
He pulled the tank top I wore over my head, slowly peeling the fabric from my skin like he was a starving man and I was the last piece of fruit on the table. He lowered his head to my chest, tracing the curve of my breast before pushing the cup of my bra down, freeing my nipple to his hungry lips.
Ethan’s tongue circled my dark nipple, his eyes laser-focused on the tightening flesh as he brought it to a hard peak. I moved my hand to my other breast, squeezing the soft globe as my breath grows harsh and ragged.
He had barely touched me, and I was already dizzy with pleasure.
“More,” I begged. “Please more.”
Ethan chuckled, his breath hot and damp against my nipple. He batted my hand away from my other breast and slid his hand behind my back, unfastening the clasp and tossing the bra away. He lowered his head to my other breast, giving it the same tantalizingly slow treatment until both nipples were hard enough to cut glass and sweat was beading on my face.
He kissed the skin between my breasts and licked a slow trail downwards.
“Tell me how wet you are,” he murmured against my skin.
“Dripping,” I replied, any self-consciousness evaporating in the sheer NEED pulsing through me. “I’ve never wanted anything this much. I want your cock inside me now, Ethan.”
He groaned, that same desperate noise he made every time I said his name, and I knew he wanted nothing more than to rip the rest of my clothes off and slam inside.
“There’s time for that soon enough.” He unfastened the button on my shorts and pulled the zipper down, tugging them off my hips and leaving me clad in just a pair of pale blue panties, the light fabric as much of a stark contrast to my skin as his hands were.
“Open your legs,” he said. “Let me see how badly you want this.”
I complied, spreading my thighs apart to reveal the large damp spot in the center of my panties where my arousal had already soaked the fabric. Ethan brought his face between my legs, his tongue tracing the damp strip of fabric. “So wet,” he said, “I want to taste every drop.”
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and eased them down, unwrapping my pussy like a present. When they were off, and I was laying naked and spread open on the bed he stopped and just stared at me for a moment before kissing me with an open mouth right where I needed it most.
My hips arched off the bed as his tongue snaked inside me, that first penetration preparing me for what was coming soon. All too quickly he pulled back, but before I had a chance to whimper my displeasure his tongue found my clit.
My skin was slick and swollen with my desire, and I was already so close to coming. Ethan sucked the nub of my clit into my mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue against that sensitive bundle of nerves and I exploded, writhing and bucking my hips against his mouth as he drank down my juices.
I grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and tugged him upwards, kissing him deeply and tasting myself on his lips. “Fuck me,” I whispered against his lips.
“I intend to, baby,” he answered back.
He left my side long enough to shed his clothes, and I couldn’t keep myself from staring that the massive erection he revealed when his jeans hit the floor. The look I’d gotten a few days ago from the other side of the trailer couldn’t prepare me for his staggering size.
Ethan knelt beside me and slowly rubbed the head of his cock against my opening, my lower lips lips enveloping the swollen pink head. “Are you ready?” he asked. “I’ll try not to hurt you, but-”
I pressed my lips against his, silencing his worries, and he pressed forward. We both gasped in unison as he entered me for the first time. His thick length stretched me as he eased inside inch by delicious inch.
Halfway inside, I felt Ethan hit my barrier. He paused just a moment before thrusting deeper, sheathing himself fully inside my wet heat.
The sharp pain cut through the haze of pleasure that filled me. Ethan froze, the muscles in his arms tense as he held himself still and fought the urge to slam into me.
The pain gave way to a perfect fullness as he started moving within me. His perfect cock stroked every part of me, filling parts that I didn’t know had been achingly empty.
Ethan pulled out of me before thrusting again, this time taking me so much deeper. He rocked his hips and I met him thrust for thrust.
The wet slaps of flesh against flesh and the pleasure-filled gasps were the only sounds in our tiny sanctuary. Already I could feel my body stiffening as my release grew closer and closer. Ethan’s rhythm was growing erratic and I can tell he was close too.
Almost as an afterthought, I realize that we didn't bother with any kind of protection. Someone with my background should have planned ahead, but I realized that I wanted us to have an accident. I wanted to start our own family.
“River,” he rasped. “Baby, I’m close. I want to feel you come around me.”
“Yes!” I cried out as ecstasy washed over me, my body pulsating around Ethan’s cock. “I want you to come in me. Get me pregnant!” That was all it took for him. He thrust one last time, deep and hard enough to lift my hips off the bed. I felt the hot flood of his come spurting into my pussy. I shivered at the realization that he might have gotten me pregnant my very first time.
“I know it’s crazy,” Ethan murmured when he caught his breath, collapsing beside me. “But I kind of hope you do get pregnant. The thought of seeing you with a big belly is really hot, and I want the two of us to have our own family. We’ll be a lot better than our parents were.”
For the first time, I really saw myself as Ethan saw me. I wasn’t jus
t another poor girl from the wrong side of the tracks. I was someone who was going to make something of myself outside of this miserable town.
But first, I had a few more things I wanted to experience right here in this bed.
***
We slept for a few hours, our bodies sticky and satiated and content to shut out the world for as long as we could, but when I woke up with a pleasant ache between my legs and Ethan’s erection tenting the bedsheets I knew what I wanted to try.
I tugged the sheet off his body, revealing his muscled and tanned body, his hard cock curving up against his stomach. I ducked my head and took the head between my lips and sucked gently. His cock twitched in my mouth, and, emboldened, I took more inside.
The girth of his cock stretched my lips wide, and I flicked my eyes upwards to stare at Ethan though my dark lashes when I heard him groan.
"Fuck River." Ethan was staring down at me with a look of wonder on his face, and I would have smiled if my mouth hadn't been so full. Instead, I held his gaze while I sank down another inch.
It would have been easy to keep sucking until Ethan exploded in my mouth. We both would have enjoyed it, and I know he would have loved nothing more than to spread apart my legs and devour me in return, but my mind was on something a bit more forbidden.
I’d heard catcalls about my ass my entire life, and even though Ethan had never said anything like that to me, some part of me deep down knew that he wouldn’t say no to the chance to have me there.
I lifted my mouth off Ethan’s cock with a loud pop. “I want you inside me,” I demanded. The words weren’t just for show. My juices were soaking my thighs and my lower lips were red and swollen with desire.
"Did you bring anything?" Ethan asked as he sat up, his cock jutting out between his tanned thighs.
I shook my head. “Do you have any hand lotion?”
Ethan looked down, staring at the slick junction where my thighs met. “What do you need lotion-“ he trailed off as he realized just where his cock was going that might need lotion. “You’re sure?”
“I want you to be my first with everything, Ethan,” I said, laying back and opening my legs.
Ethan scrambled off the bed and came back a moment later with a tube of lotion. He put it down on the bed next to me before grabbing a pillow and sliding it under my hips.
“This would probably be easier with you on your hands and knees, but I want to watch your face.” Satisfied that I was comfortable, Ethan grabbed the lotion and poured a generous amount of the thick white fluid into his hand. He pressed a single slippery finger to the pink rosebud of my ass and pressed forward, parting the tight flesh against his invading finger.
Already twitchy with arousal, the penetration of his finger was a pleasant burn. A moment later, Ethan added a second finger and began spreading them apart slowly, stretching me to ready my last virginal place for his cock.
“I’m ready, Ethan,” I said, trying and failing not to squirm under his attentions.
“So wet,” Ethan purred, coating his cock with the thick lotion. He lined his length up against my ass and pressed forward, his head breaching my tight hole. “Fuck River, you’re so tight!”
I sat up on my elbows, watching with rapt attention as inch after inch of that hard cock disappeared between the globes of my ass. When he finally bottomed out and every inch of my body was filled, Ethan held still.
Resting his weight on one hand, he reached between my legs, spreading apart the petals of my pussy lips to reveal the aching button of my clit. Ethan began thrusting into me, moving with slow, deep pumps that set nerve endings I didn’t even know I possessed on fire.
While his cock speared my body, his fingers worked their magic on my soaking pussy. Two of Ethan’s fingers pressed inside me, caressing my inner walls, while his thumb rubbed against my sensitive clit.
I could feel my body spiraling closer and closer to orgasm, and I knew Ethan wouldn’t be pulling out when he came. I wanted to feel his come filling me back there.
The endless stimulation was too much for me and I arched upward, my mouth open in a wordless scream of bliss as I came. My already tight muscles squeezing his cock were too much for Ethan to hold back any longer, and I felt him spill inside me.
Afterwards, we laid together, sticky with lotion and come, and feeling a bit more ready to face the world outside our door.
Ethan
Mine.
I know it sounds a bit caveman, but that’s the only word I could think since River showed up on my doorstep.
Somehow she had coiled her way into my heart, and I couldn’t untangle myself if I wanted to.
I watched her sleep that night, watched the rise and fall of her chest as the scent of sex hung heavy in the air around us. Then I fell asleep only to wake up with the feel of her lips on my cock and the offer of the last part of her body I hadn’t enjoyed.
We spent those first few days wrapped in each other, only surfacing from the bed long enough to microwave whatever I had stuffed in the fridge. The real world loomed outside our door, but somehow none of it seemed to matter anymore.
The few possessions we had between us weren’t enough to fill up the trunk of my car, but that just made it easier to make a clean break. A mechanic can find work anywhere, and there wasn’t anything tying River to this place but bad memories.
It was hard to believe that barely more than a week had passed since the first time I touched her and we were speeding down the highway, leaving this town in the dust.
River sat beside me, her bare feet propped up on the dashboard. The tank top she wore had ridden up, revealing the tan stomach that we both knew wouldn’t be flat for too much longer.
Our uncertain future should have been frightening, but hope was all I felt. This was our chance to start over and undo every wrong that had shaped our lives.
She was mine, but I was hers just as much, and whatever the road ahead threw at us, we’d face it together.
River
I took the pregnancy test in a gas station bathroom, clutching the cardboard box with hands that trembled with excitement. A few minutes later, I was running outside with the white stick in my hand and yelling, “It’s positive!”
Ethan picked me up and spun me around kissing me hard and running his hand over my still-flat belly.
We were going to have a family.
***
Eight months had passed since we ran away from our miserable small town and crappy lives. Ethan and I had ended up on the other side of the country, in a little town on the ocean in northern California. We both knew we weren’t suited to big city life, but the town we settled down in was so different than where we’d come from.
Ethan found a mechanic job quickly, and the mechanic’s wife ran a bakery next door. She was a kind women about the same age as my mother, but where my Mama lacked every maternal instinct imaginable, she was sweet and loved taking care of both of us. She gave me a job and started teaching me all the ins and outs of baking.
My skinny frame meant that there was no hiding my belly, and by the time I was eight months along, I looked massive. My belly stuck out in front of me like a mountain, and my breasts overflowed out of every top.
Ethan couldn’t get enough of it.
I was pretty constantly horny too, so it worked out. I had just locked up for the night and was getting ready to leave when Ethan tapped on the front window. Smiling, I unlocked the door and pulled him inside, locking it behind him.
Ethan was still dressed in his oil-stained work clothes, and I felt heat flood my pussy at the sight of him looking so strong and masculine. I glanced downward and saw the front of his jeans tented out with an erection.
Looks like the cars weren’t the only ones getting a bit jacked up tonight.
“I can’t wait until we get home,” Ethan growled, coming to stand behind me and pressing his denim covered cock against my ass. The counter hid us from the waist down, and with the lights off we were invisible to anyone that might
pass by, but I still felt exposed, and it made me even wetter.
Ethan’s hands were already unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them and my soaked panties down to my knees. I heard the soft noise of him pulling his own zipper down, and a moment later I felt the thick head of his cock slide between my pussy lips, smearing my wetness around as he teased me.
“Always so wet,” he murmured. “Love this pussy.”
