by S R Dyble
"Perhaps I could just watch?" I smiled, biting my lip again.
It made him jolt forward and he kissed me hard, scooping me up and backing me up against his dresser where my arse knocked various things over. Then, breathing hard, he stopped abruptly.
"I think you should stay here. My cock is so hard over that mouth right now, I need a cold shower."
Kissing my forehead, he turned and stalked into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly open behind him. I heard the shower turn on quickly and I thought about what I should do when my fingers led to my mouth and I traced my finger over my lips. Kit said he wanted to fuck my mouth. I hadn't given him oral yet, despite the attention he had always given me in that particular area. I suddenly felt like the worst girlfriend ever. I wasn't gonna lie, the thought of blowjobs always made me bork. The thought of getting Kit off purely with my mouth alone turned me on… I edged towards the bathroom door. I was curious, was it something I could pull off and would he want me to? Was there a technique I needed to know first? Did I need to google this shit? After already reaching for my phone, I placed it back down quickly and headed straight into the bathroom without a second thought. The second I got in there, all I could do was think. Think and stare. I stared in awe at how beautiful Kit was. He hadn't seen me yet, and I watched as the water ran down his perfectly sculpted back and over his arse that was just as perfect as the rest of his body. I knew I couldn't have sex, and that's what I wanted to do. So, I decided I'd do the next best thing and express myself to Kit the best I could. As I started to strip myself bare, Kit noticed me and stood astounded at me getting butt naked just outside of the shower.
"Holy fuck," he muttered to himself and I moved my hair from over my breasts and down my back as I took steps forward.
"Eves, I thought we couldn't have sex?" he asked as I brought myself up against him.
"This isn't fair," he added as I brought my lips to his.
He'd cleaned away all of the blood and muck that was coating his skin earlier and it left only his wet, beautiful skin. Beautiful skin that had been damaged and bruised. Against my thigh, I felt his erection brushing against my skin and I looked down and wrapped my hand around it. It made him stand still straight away until his hand tightened around my back.
"Woah, Eves," he panted as I began massaging his length within my grasp.
"Does that feel good?" I asked, placing my hand on his chest and gently pushing him back so he was pressed against the tiles. It was the first time I'd taken control like this and I was making sure to watch everything.
"Yes," he almost moaned and it made me want more. I looked up at him, his eyes closed as I bent down and brought his dick fully into my mouth.
"Fuck, Eves!"
I loved hearing him moan, and I loved his hand gripping the back of my head gently as I started to suck on his dick. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but what I was doing was sending him crazy. His dick was huge, and I'd imagined the full thing in my mouth. Reality was, I could only fit the tip in my mouth and to give his full length the attention I wanted I needed to draw it further to the back of my throat and massage the rest with my hand.
"God, you look so fucking sexy," he said as I looked up through my eyelashes.
The water from the shower was still trickling over us both. It ran over the back of my head as I withdrew from Kit's dick and then sucked it to the back of my throat over and over. Moaning again, Kit ran his fingers through my hair and held his hand there against my head.
"I'm gonna come, baby. I can't last another second with you sucking like that."
If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that I didn't want to swallow come. So gently I pulled my head back until Kit's dick popped free.
"Don't you want me to come in your mouth?"
I shook my head and he nodded.
"Come all over me," I said then, and his eyebrows raised as he brought his hand to his dick and started rubbing it. It made me want him even more, watching him wank before me. He closed his eyes briefly then stared back at me as my body crouched there before him. The water from the shower ran down the centre of my breasts and I rose up slightly and gripped the back of his thighs.
"Do you know how fucking perfect you look?" he asked, picking up the speed on his dick. I smiled, wanting to kiss him. Instead, I just looked at him, my eyes full of adoration.
"Come for me," I said then and it was enough to make him groan as warm come shot into the centre of my chest and over my tits. It started to run down my cleavage as Kit groaned some more and tightened his hold in my hair. Once finished, he reached down for me, making me stand up so he could kiss me hard. My semen covered breasts pressed against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.
"You fucking destroy me."
It made me smile, and he smirked before kissing my nose and lips.
"I love you."
"I love you more," I answered, my heart expanding just at the sight of him.
Being pregnant didn't allow as much lee-way when buying a ball gown. I didn't have a huge bump yet, but I still felt uncomfortable in everything I tried on. Like a bloody whale. I was the worst to buy clothes for at the best of times, but now that I had a little bump forming in my lower abdomen, it meant everything felt overly tight and uncomfortable. I was usually a skater dress kinda girl and they were probably my best bet to hide my bump.
Not very bally gown though...
"Are they gonna be here the whole time?" Lilly said from behind me.
Thank god Lilly was here with me, I wouldn't have been able to handle this much pressure alone. Most girls loved this type of thing, for me, this was a way of making myself look like a complete tit. I looked over to where she was looking and to Phil and Bob, who stood looking like a pair of dad's hanging around the waiting chairs in the boutique.
"They're here to keep us safe, Lill'. I don't have much choice."
She nodded and lowered her head. I know it bothered her that I needed protecting. I knew because it bothered me even more. It was already hard not being cautious and overly paranoid. I found myself staring at total strangers half the time, looking like a complete twat. Various members of the public were probably searching their faces for a spot, wondering why I'd been staring at them. When in fact, I was just searching for the next Ralph. Having Bob and Phil here gave me some relief, even if I didn't wanna be babysat. If I weren't pregnant I probably wouldn't have allowed it. Now, I lived and breathed for the little baby growing in my stomach, and I'd do anything to keep them safe.
"They're kinda hot. In a dad sort of way..." Lilly commented.
"What?" I asked, looking at her weirdly.
"That came out totally wrong!" she chuckled. "I mean like, a friend's hot Dad, that sort of thing..."
I closed my eyes, trying to absorb exactly what she was trying to say and then I sighed.
"You helping me find a dress, or what?"
"Yeah, sorry!" she smiled before getting back to work.
"Maybe we should look somewhere else," I said, swiping my hands through the hanging dresses.
"What about this one?"
I prepared myself for another dress that I knew I wouldn't wanna wear. Instead, I stood in awe at the long A-line dress that had a low drop V neckline with spaghetti straps. It was navy blue, silky and had a thin seam line across the centre waist. From there, a ton of fabric flowed perfectly downwards.
"Holy shit," I said under my breath.
"Bonus features," Lilly grinned as she turned the dress around to reveal the open back that had thin cords used to create a lace-up back. If that wasn't enough to make me ditch this dress, Lilly turned the dress back around to show me the high thigh slit on the left-hand side of the front.
"Oh, I can't wear that! My thigh will be on show as I walk and I won't be able to wear a bra with that open back."
Lilly sighed. "We can get you a magic bra for your tits, Eves. As for your thigh, who gives a shit? It's both classy and sexy. It'll only show a small section of your leg if y
ou open it up. Look, the fabric sweeps over itself to conceal your leg. It's not gonna come open on you."
"My back will look naked..."
"Your back will look classy and sexy."
Lilly stared at me as I analysed the sexy but elegant dress. It really was beautiful.
"If you don't try it on, I will."
"Fine!" I gave in and smiled when she squealed quietly.
The fabric felt like pure silk against my skin, and although the bottom of the gown looked thick it was actually thin and lightweight. The top of the dress was flush against my skin, showing my figure down to the waistline where the fabric flowed outwards. Despite having no bra on and knowing there was a slit at the front of the dress under the fabric, I felt incredibly sexy. Lilly was waiting outside in the dressing room and I waited to show her as the lady helping me laced up the back of the dress.
"You're all tied up," she said and I thanked her. "You ready to show her? There's a full-length mirror out there."
I had already seen it, it was bloody huge! A full-length mirror in a painted gold frame was standing up against the wall. Before looking into it, I had to show Lilly and I waited in anticipation as the lady opened the curtain.
"Oh my god, Eves."
Lilly stood up and came closer as I picked the fabric up and swished it a little bit.
"This dress was bloody made for you!"
I scoffed. "I wouldn't go that far, Lil'."
"I'm serious!"
Smiling, I eyed myself in the mirror, admiring the deep navy colour as it shimmered in the lighting.
"Are you getting this one?" Lilly asked me, looking at me in the mirror. I stared at myself longer, the feeling of regret filling my body.
I couldn't...
As much as I loved this dress, I wasn't going to pay over one-hundred pounds for a dress. It wasn't that I didn't have the money, because I had the chance during my last job to save money. That didn't matter. I was having a baby. Soon I'd need to start thinking about buying my baby things. I wasn't going to spend that amount of money on a dress when the same amount of money I was sure could buy lots of baby clothes.
"I'll think about it," I lied.
I hated lying to Lilly, and apart from the incident at Delta, I never had lied to her. I knew Lilly would encourage me to get it, I knew she'd tell me that I deserved it. I didn't want her to. I was going to pick a less expensive dress and be just as happy in it. At least, that was the plan.
"That means you're not getting it..." she said, sitting back down in the seat situated in the dressing room.
"I know you, Eves," she said before I could answer her.
Rolling my eyes, I picked myself up and made my way back to the changing room to get undressed.
"Does Kit know you're buying a dress? That you don't already own one?" Lilly spoke through the curtain.
"Kit has to know exactly where I am at all times these days, Lil'. So yes, he knows..."
"Surprised they don't keep a tally on how many times you fart as well..." she answered sarcastically.
As much as I wanted to smile, Lilly was just reminding me how chained up my life was already. Dress shopping with her was meant to make me feel somewhat normal despite there being two bodyguards/babysitters outside the changing room pretending to be shoppers.
"Don't remind me, Lil'."
"Sorry."
I could tell by the tone of her voice that she felt bad and I waited a few seconds after the dress came off over my head. I placed it on the coat hanger and ran my fingers over the fabric once more.
"Kit wanted me to take his credit card to pay for a dress."
"What? So why aren't you getting this dress?"
"Because I'm buying my own," I said sternly before opening the curtain.
"Shit, you get dressed quickly."
Smiling, I picked up my bag from the floor and pulled the long strap up my shoulder and over my head so it sat like a seatbelt over my chest.
"You could have that dress if you'd just let him pay," she said following after me out of the changing room.
"I've already been ripped of my independence, Lil'," I said, stopping and turning around to face her.
I made sure to speak quietly so passers-by wouldn't hear.
"I'm holding onto any independence I have left. I'm buying my own dress."
Lilly understood, I could see it in her face and she waited a bit and then looked back at me.
"Can't you be independent in that beautiful dress?"
I couldn't help but smile.
"You just wanna do my hair and make-up to match that dress."
"Can you blame me?" she grinned, following me out of the shop.
Phil And Bob made sure to follow after us. Dress shopping would have to wait for another day because I was exhausted after searching every shop in Hull city centre. I could see they were bored out of their minds.
Later that day, I sat in Kit's bedroom waiting for my grandparents to call. After telling them about my fainting episode they wanted to catch the first flight home but I made sure they didn't. As I waited, I ran my hand over my stomach.
"Hey, baby," I said, smiling down at my stomach.
Shortly after my phone rang and I picked it up to talk to my grandma. They were having a great time, at least, it seemed that way until I'd updated them on my recent visit to the hospital. Part of me wished I'd not told them, I hated the thought that their well-needed break was yet again being ruined by me. My grandma started describing a baby outfit she'd bought while on holiday to bring back. It was the first time anyone had bought anything for my baby and it made it all the more real. I was having a real baby that would need clothes. The thought made me eager to go out and buy more clothes but I wanted to wait until my twenty-week scan to start buying things. After hanging up with my grandparents I sat on Kit’s bed in deep thought and my mind drifted to the dress that I’d tried on with Lilly. I knew it was probably the last thing I should have been worried about but I was worried. Kit wanted to take me to the ball and I couldn’t find anything to wear. I remembered how beautiful I felt in that dress and I brushed it aside and went to search for Kit. I went to the one place I knew he’d be. The gym. The brothers had their own gym built inside of the house, in fact, they'd converted one of the downstairs rooms into a gym just for them and each of them used it religiously. Opening the door quietly, not to disturb him, I saw Kit throwing punch after punch furiously into a hanging punching bag. Seeing him like that always brought back memories. Bad memories of him, fighting evil men trying to get to me. To save me. Despite that, seeing him like this and so motivated and deep in concentration made my skin stand to attention. He was wearing a sleeveless vest and a pair of shorts and god damn, he was hot. Each punch and duck displayed his body differently and I lapped it up until he saw me there and he placed his hand against the punching bag to stop it from swaying so he could take me in. His face changed when he saw me. Until then he’d looked distracted and aggravated with thoughts on his mind. His face settled looking at me and I wondered what was on his mind the moment before he'd noticed me here. Whatever it was, it was enough to make him pound ten shits out of the punching bag.
"You checking me out, Blondie?"
A smile edged the corner of my mouth.
"I need a tall glass of water, right about now," he commented, staring down at my body and then back up again.
“I came to talk to you.”
“What’s bothering you?” he asked and I frowned. How did he know something was bothering me?
“You said you wanted to talk to me, and I know by the look on your face that something is bothering you…” he answered my thoughts as if he’d heard them himself. I nodded and waited a few moments before answering as Kit found his towel and wiped his skin dry.
“I can’t find a dress to wear to the ball."
Raising his eyebrows, he shook his head.
“You mean, you put Bob and Phil through all those agonising hours of shopping and you didn’t find somethi
ng to wear?”
I closed my eyes and smiled, still feeling guilty for dragging them around town with me and Lilly.
“I’m serious. I can’t find anything to wear and If I can’t find something I’m not going.”
Again, he raised his eyebrows and bit his lip, eyeing me.
“It sounds like a life or death situation, Blondie. What you gonna do?”
“This isn’t funny,” I said deadly serious.
“I don’t believe that you and Lilly can’t find a dress for your fine ass, I don’t believe it for a second.”
We can, I just won’t pay over one hundred pounds for it…
"Come here," he said, a smile edging at the sides of his lips.
I didn't make any attempt to move and so he scooped me in his arm and pulled me towards him.
"You're all sweaty!" I whined as he tried to pull me closer.
"Just a kiss," he edged closer, pulling me so that my face collided with his.
I giggled against his mouth and loved how he scooped me into his body.
"You need a shower," I said once our lips separated.
"You wanna join me again, Blondie?" he winked, making my cheeks burn.
Despite everything I'd done with Kit I still felt embarrassed when he mentioned certain things.
"I love making you blush," he chuckled before kissing my forehead. I rolled my eyes.
"How are you feeling today?" he asked, rubbing his knuckles against my stomach.
It was a gentle, loving act that he repeated regularly.
"I'm okay," I answered honestly.
I wasn't going to be able to relax one hundred percent with madmen still trying to get to me and Kit. Now the fact that I couldn’t find a dress to wear to the ball didn't help either. Despite all of that, here with him and his brothers, I felt protected and safe. I could relax here with him and that's exactly what I was going to do for as long as possible.
In the shower, Kit held me close and gently washed over my skin with the lather he'd created in his hands. It felt so good, especially when his fingers brushed over my nipples as he carefully washed over my breasts and stomach. My back was pressed against his chest and his growing erection wasn't unnoticeable against my behind. Laying my back on his chest, he continued his trail, his hands finding their way to my stomach and there he cradled my bump whilst kissing my temple. I turned around shortly after and wrapped my arms around him. Once we kissed, I decided to return the favour and washed Kit as he had done for me. I created a lather of soap in my hands and began massaging them over his shoulders and down his impeccably well-built body. Running my fingers through each ripple on his six-pack I smiled as the water ran over his head and down his back to his gorgeous arse. He was so beautiful even with scars so visible on his skin. I tried not to get upset when I saw them because I knew the pain that had been inflicted to earn them. My imagination led me to places thinking about it and I compressed the thoughts so I could just enjoy this with him. I savoured every little touch and Kit's erection had grown to full attention by now and I stared down at it and then back at his face. I decided then that I would repeat what I’d done the other day, but it made me want Kit all the more and all I wanted to do was have sex. The nurse had suggested we’d hold off on sex for a few days and I was going to do that until at least tomorrow evening to give my body the time to get back to normal. As much as I wanted Kit, the fear associated with having sex was enough to stop me. I was afraid that having sex could potentially start the bleeding again and hurt our baby. Having his full length within my grasp made me want him even more than I already did, and if that wasn’t enough to make me ravenous, hearing Kit moan as I massaged his dick within my lips made me crazy with need. I had to do something so I took matters into my own hands, literally. I reached down with my spare hand and began massaging myself so that I could feel something that I needed. It made my eyes flutter and I continued, allowing myself some ease from the desperate need I had.
