by Jessie Cooke
“Sure thing, dude.” Brock’s eyes bore a hole in the back of his head as he went through the doors into the lobby. I couldn’t process anything other than Brock said I was his girl. While I was still reveling in that, he leaned in and brushed his lips across my cheek. “Is that okay?” He was looking into my eyes and I was swimming in his. Is it okay? That word doesn’t even begin to cover it. I dumbly nodded and he grinned again. He reached his scarred hand up and caressed the side of my face. It was such a gentle touch, and such a contrast with the hand that was touching me. He was looking at me like the emotions I had raging inside of me were coursing through his veins as well. He traced his fingers down my jawline and I shivered. “Cold baby?” he said, taking a step closer so that my back was against the wall. His hard, shirtless body pressed into me and my body was responding in eighty different ways. Most notably, I was going to have to change my big girl panties.
“Not cold,” I whispered.
“That’s too bad,” he said. “I was going to see if you wanted to go into that office behind you and warm up….” Oh hell yes!
“Well, now that you mention it…” my breaths were already coming in short little gasps and we hadn’t even kissed yet.
He grinned again. God, I love that smile. I didn’t take my eyes off his but I felt him reach over and turn the handle on the door. Once he’d pushed it open, he used his body to guide me through it. I almost fell over backwards when the wall was no longer a force to hold me up against the weight of his hard body. Brock saw it coming and put a beefy arm around my waist. “I’ve got you baby…” No truer statement was ever made. He had me…all of me…for as long as he wanted.
11
Brock
I was surprised at myself. I like Mick. We’ve had a great time over this past week working out together…the second I saw the way he was looking at Lizzie, I wanted to flatten him. I’ve never been a jealous person. I used to almost revel in the fact that other guys were ogling the woman I was with. It pumped up my ego and reinforced to me that I could get any chick I wanted in my bed. For the past month…maybe even longer…Lizzie has been the only one I want in my bed, and today I found out that I wasn’t going to be okay with other guys looking at her like that.
As soon as I touched her face with my lips, the anger was replaced with a deep, sexual yearning inside of me. Granted, I’m always horny…but the feelings I get when Lizzie is close go so much further beyond that. These feelings are on a level of myself that I’d never even known existed. They’re urgent and demanding and there is nothing in the world other than being able to touch her that will quiet them down.
I closed and locked the door behind us and then I took her by the hand and led her over to the desk. I opened one of the drawers and she gave me a quizzical look. Using my arm, I swept everything on it into the drawer and snapped it shut. “Lay down baby girl.”
Lizzie looked a little hesitant, but then I pressed my lips to hers and I heard her take in a shaky breath. She propped her butt up on the edge of the desk as we kissed and I lowered her back with my arms. I pushed up her shirt and kissed her belly by her belly button. She let out another shaky breath and I moved down just a tiny bit to where the little baby bump was. I kissed her there and in my head I said hello to the little guy. I put my hands on the sides of the shorts she was wearing, working my fingers underneath the elastic of her panties and yanked them both down. She squeaked at the feel of the cold wood of the desk against her warm skin.
I kissed down her thighs, one at a time and then I took her ankles into my hands and bent her knees and let her feet rest on the chair behind me. I was effectively trapped in the only place I ever wanted to be taken prisoner. I put my hands across the smooth skin of her inner thighs and nudged them apart even further and then I used my fingers to part her lips.
“Oh God, Brock!” I smiled at her and she smiled back. Then she closed her eyes and as I started tracing the outline of her pretty pussy with the fingers of my other hand and drawing circles around her clit with my tongue…she gasped and bit down on her bottom lip. Knowing that she was doing that to keep from screaming, egged me on. I let my index finger slide into her. She was so wet and my thick finger slid right into the velvety tunnel and her walls squeezed and she clamped down on me as I moved it in and out of her. She was gripping the sides of the desk desperately and I could see her little knuckles going white.
She still had her eyes closed when I pulled out my fingers and my lips touched her pussy. She let them fly open and she breathed out my name. I took my time, exploring her soft folds and tight, wet tunnel like I was on vacation and taking a tour I’d looked forward to all year. Lizzie was squirming across the desk, trying to get me to tongue her clit. Instead, I pushed my tongue against her entrance and then I let it push all the way inside. Her thighs tightened and she moaned as I moved my tongue around inside of her. Her hands were on either side of my head now, driving my face in deeper. After a bit I took my tongue and let it slide along the inner parts of her lips, gently grazing the side of her clit and loving the way she jerked her hips up and let out a little whimper each time. Finally I covered it with my mouth, swirled my tongue around it and suckled it. She arched her back and moaned out my name. I love the sound of my name in that husky, lustful voice.
“Brock!”
I groaned into her and continued to swirl and suck and nibble on her clit. She was getting even wetter and I needed to feel her again. I slid my finger back into her and then a second and I started stroking them back and forth slowly while I flicked her clit. She was writhing across the desk now and I was getting more excited. My cock was stretching the front of my workout shorts so far it’s a surprise they didn’t rip open. I increased my pace, stroking faster and flicking harder. Her breaths were short gasps and after a few minutes of my tongue and finger fucking I felt her thighs go tight around my head and she called out my name again. Her fingers were digging into my shoulders now as she brought those sexy hips up off the desk and rode out her climax. I slowed my pace inside of her but I didn’t withdraw my tongue. I let it dart in and out of her pussy with fervor and when I finally pulled it out, I feasted on the juices that had landed on her inner thighs while my thumb continued to push against her clit. I looked up at her and was amused to see that she had her little hand over her mouth as if she was trying not to scream. I kept up the assault until I saw her head snap back and felt her push down hard against my hand and come a second time…biting so hard on her bottom lip that I worried she’d draw blood.
When she calmed down again I used her smooth leg to wipe my mouth and then I kissed her mound before sitting down into the chair behind me and pulling her into my lap. Her breasts and hard nipples crushed against my chest as she wrapped her arms around my neck and I pulled her in tight.
“Oh my God, Brock…oh fuck…oh Jesus…Fuck!” I grinned.
“You like that, baby?”
“Oh God…” she was gasping for breath and I was loving knowing that I did this to her. I also loved the feel of her naked ass and pussy against my thighs and pressing down on the thin fabric that separated her gorgeous skin from my pulsing hard cock.
She was sliding down my legs and off the chair like a snake before I realized what was happening. I felt her soft hands reach for the elastic of my shorts and I used my arms on the sides of the chair to lift up my butt and let her peel them off of me. My cock sprung free with relief and she caught the tip of it with her tongue, licking the pearl of liquid off it. I shuddered and she smiled up at me. Christ, she was fucking gorgeous. I grabbed her face in my hands and pulled her up into a deep kiss. She let her tongue roll around against mine and then made sure to explore every crevice before pulling back just slightly and licking my lips. I had my fingers on her delicious nipples and I started to bend down and get one in my mouth before I felt both of her hands envelop the shaft of my cock and squeeze it gently.
“Lizzie…”
She continued licking my lips and kissing me as she stroked me up and down w
ith both hands at a slow, almost leisurely pace. I was having trouble breathing but I didn’t want to break the kiss. I reached down and put my hand back between her thighs. She cried out against my mouth as I caressed her again. My fingers seemed to plunge back inside of her of their own accord.
She pulled her face back just far enough to look me in the eye as she pushed her hips into my hand and continued her sensual torture on my cock with her hands. She was gripping me tighter and I used my thumb to press into her clit. She made a sexy noise and moved her hips and her hands faster. I couldn’t take it any longer. I put my hands under her arms and brought her back up into my lap and leaned in and circled and then sucked a nipple into my mouth. She was groaning and rubbing her slick pussy against my hard cock. I felt her adjust, trying to catch it with her opening. When it nudged against her center the air was driven right out of my lungs. With one of her hard nipples still against my tongue, she rose up slightly and then in one swift movement she took me all the way inside of her.
“Oh fuck!” I grabbed her ass with my hands and I tried to rock in and out of her slowly and make it last for a minute…but I was completely gone by now in my head. She felt so incredible wrapped tightly around me like a custom-made glove and being inside of her was like nothing I’d ever experienced. As I bounced harder, she grasped hold of my shoulders and responded by meeting my strokes with her hips. Clutching and gripping onto each other so tightly I feared I might bruise her, she rode me.
After a few seconds I reached down between us and let my fingers find her clit again. She moaned loud and I couldn’t give a fuck if anyone heard her. I twisted and rubbed and tapped against it while she made all her sexy little groaning and moaning and panting sounds. My head felt like it would explode with the raw sexiness of it all. “Oh my God, Brock! I can’t…I can’t take anymore…”
I smiled. “Come for me again, baby…one more time.”
I amped up my movements and placed my mouth over hers. I circled and stimulated her clit until I felt her reach down and grasp my wrist. I grabbed hers and then the other one and I held onto them tightly as I slammed my cock up into her. The chair was groaning under my weight but I didn’t care if it collapsed. I wasn’t going to stop. She had her pretty head thrown back and her mouth opened and deep, sexy moans were coming out of her throat. I felt practically feral as I thrust up into her as hard and fast as I could, over and over…. When I felt her body ready to come again I put my mouth against the side of her face close to her ear and said,
“That’s it baby girl. Come for me…come with me…oh fuck! Come with me baby…my baby…my girl.”
She cried out at the same time my body went tense. I’d had some damned good sex since Lizzie and I got together, but I was almost unprepared for the force of the orgasm that ribbed through my core and totaled everything in its path on its way to the surface. I hoped that she didn’t have any plans on going anywhere, because I knew that I was going to need this for a very, very long time.
12
Lizzie
As I got ready for the event the next morning, my mind went back to the mind-blowing sex that Brock and I had in the office. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I was still tingling from it the next day, I think.
When we finally broke apart, we got dressed reluctantly and he kissed me passionately again. We decided that we should go out one at a time…just in case. Before he ducked out he’d taken my face in his hands and said, “Mine.” That one word gave me chills. I wondered if he could possibly have any idea what connotations that single word held for me. No one had ever been happy to call me “mine” before. My mother spent most of my life telling people…right in front of me…that they shouldn’t ever have kids because all they did was ruin your figure and take up your precious time. I wasn’t sure what time she was talking about since an hour a month to take me to the mall and make sure I had all the best clothes in case someone ever caught us out as a family and took a photo…was about all I got. Then there was my daddy. This big, handsome man that always smelled good and gave me the nicest smile…. All I wanted was to be daddy’s little girl, like other girls I knew. They would talk about how their daddies would read to them and play in the backyard with them and take them places just to show them off. My daddy gave me exactly one smile and if I was lucky, a pat on the head and then he was finished with me. I grew up thinking that maybe if I had been prettier he would want to show me off like my friend’s dads did them. Frighteningly, a few years ago I found out the truth…I wasn’t going to think about that now. I’d spent so much time trying to get those vulgar thoughts out of my head…I wasn’t going to ruin my good mood by letting them back in. The way that Brock looked at me made up for all of that and every second of my life that I searched for acceptance… Maybe one of these days he can even be the someone I searched for to love me….
My romantic thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. I figured it was Cassie because she was picking me up. I looked at the clock…she was early.
“You’re early….” I pulled the door open and on the other side was none other than Nolan Wright…in the flesh. “Mr. Wright?” I’d met him twice, both times at events where I was working and he was there because he was usually one of the generous benefactors.
“Elizabeth. May I come in?” Why would Nolan Wright remember my name and even better, why would he be on my doorstep?
“Um…I was actually getting ready to go out, sir.” He ran his eyes over my boy shorts and bikini top with a look of distaste, making me feel like a naked whore in the town square.
“This will only take a moment. Please, it’s important.”
I stepped back and let him inside. He glanced around the apartment and once again I got the impression that he didn’t approve. “I only have a few minutes…”
He had an envelope in his hand. He held it out to me and said, “This is for you to do whatever you would like to do with it. It’s only half of what I intend to give you.”
I was confused. “I’m sorry, what is it and why are you giving it to me?”
“I want you to do one of two things for me; Elizabeth…the first choice is to go through with the abortion you had planned.” I instantly and without even thinking about it, brought my hand down to my stomach. This man had no right attacking my child…. That was my first moment of experiencing a true maternal instinct. This whole time, I had been afraid that I was like my mother and I didn’t have one. “The second choice is that you let me arrange for the DNA testing in-utero and you say nothing when the results are offered up to Lance Fields.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” He looked taken aback by my tone. I didn’t care. How dare he come to my home and presume he had any right at all to have a say so in what I did with my baby?
“May I sit?”
“I would rather that you didn’t,” I said.
He chuckled at that and said, “I do have to give you points for your moxie.”
“Mr. Wright, you have thirty seconds to tell me what this is all about before I ask you to leave.”
“Ian has it in his head that he and that…oaf he is infatuated with are going to raise a baby together…your baby. I can’t let that happen. First of all…it’s unnatural, but Ian has too much going for him. If he’s going to insist on doing this gay thing…then he should be doing it with someone higher class. A baby will tie him to that Mormon behemoth for the rest of his life. I’m not going to let that happen.”
“So…” I wanted to make sure I worded this carefully… “You would rather I experienced an abortion…my baby ceased to exist…or…what exactly were the DNA results going to say if you “fixed” them?”
“I’ve heard tale you’ve been carousing with that other crude friend of Jacob’s…what’s his name?” I didn’t answer him and he went on to say… “Brock Carter, that’s the one. We can make it his baby.”
“I’m sorry, but I think you might be slightly deranged. There is no way that this is Brock’s ba
by and there is no way I would lie about it if I could get away with it for…your ridiculous reasons and your money…I’m sickened that you think I would.”
He had an eyebrow cocked as he tossed the manila envelope onto the coffee table. “I don’t care whose baby you say it is…as long as you deny it belongs to Lance.” Then he gave me another once over and with pure disgust on his face he said, “I’m sure no one would have trouble believing you had a one night stand with a stranger even.”
“Get out of my house,” I said, pulling open the door. He stood where he was and said,
“This is your chance to rise above the fact that your mother is a whore and your father gambles for a living…Oh! I almost forgot…. There’s that little matter of the trouble he got into in Colorado….”
“Get the fuck out!”
“Such harsh language. I suppose I can’t fault you for that, considering where you came from. I do believe the statute of limitations hasn’t run out yet in Colorado…and I know that I can come up with more money to un-silence the family than Michael Saint produced to silence them. Oh the shame that will bring to your dysfunctional little family.”
“Get out!” I screamed so hard and so loud I think I may have busted a vein in my throat. He smiled and left, leaving the envelope behind on the table. I slammed the door behind him and stood there breathing hard and fast. He just mentioned the other girl…he didn’t say anything about me…The thoughts were beginning to accelerate inside my head. I was trying to slow them down so that I could breathe but they wouldn’t. My breaths were coming in gasps and my heart hammered against the wall of my chest. Oh shit! The room was spinning. I squatted down on the floor before I passed out. I felt sick…Oh Jesus! I’m so sick! I concentrated first on slowing down my breathing. If I didn’t slow down, I wouldn’t get a deep enough breath in to keep from passing out. My peripheral vision was beginning to cloud up…fuck! What the hell was I going to do?
