by Amy Brent
I was going to climax again. Ethan was burying himself in me at the perfect angle. He was hitting all the right places, and it was all I could do not to scream with delight when my body gave way to the orgasm. Ethan held my legs for me, dragging his hands up over my calves to hold my ankles, which he spread wide as he continued fucking me while I came.
For a brief moment, I thought I would have to tell him to stop. My whole body trembled uncontrollably and every muscle felt like jelly. Then, as my orgasm abated, that lust rose up inside me again.
I put my hand against Ethan’s stomach to stop him. He looked at me, eyebrows drawn together in concern and disappointment. I guided him down to the bed by his wrist and had him lie on his back. I knew what he liked, and I wanted to show him I could make him feel as good as he made me feel.
Once he was lying down, I climbed on top of him, facing the opposite direction. I rested my hands on his muscular thighs and lifted myself up over his hips. He didn’t need to be told what to do. He held his cock for me, and I lowered myself down upon it. As it slid inside me, I closed my eyes and tipped my face back to the ceiling.
I bounced up and down on, curving my spine to give him the best view I could. I knew he wasn’t going to last long. Soon his hips were bucking beneath me, and he was grabbing on to my waist with powerful hands. I continued riding him, even when his cock flexed and jerked inside me, filling me up with wet warmth. He growled with pleasure beneath me as he came hard and fast.
His orgasm made me climax in turn. I couldn’t help it. It rippled through me like wildfire. My pussy pulsed with excitement and pleasure as I came, tightening around his shaft while he filled me with his come.
This was what bliss felt like.
Chapter Seventeen
Ethan
Sunlight was beaming in through the open curtains in my room. I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands and rolled over, blurrily trying to find my phone on the table beside my bed. I fumbled around for a minute until I found it and then peered at the bright screen. I had three missed calls and a voicemail from my mother. I lay back against the pillow and called my voice mail service to listen to her message.
I could tell right away that she was crying.
“Ethan, Heather called me last night. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding something so important from me and your father. You’re having a baby! And with Devon? Please, honey, please call me. I want to talk to you about all this. Heather is upset. She’s not ready to hear it. But your father and I are. We want to be a part of this, sweetheart. Please call me back. I love you.”
I stared at my ceiling for a solid five minutes before I managed to work up enough nerve to call her back. She answered halfway through the first ring, and I imagined she had been sitting on the sofa with a book in hand anxiously waiting for me to call.
“Morning, sweetheart,” she said tentatively. “Did you get my message?”
“Oh, yeah, I got it,” I said, resting my forearm across my forehead. “I’m sorry you had to find out the way you did. I doubt it was a pleasant conversation with Heather.”
“No need to talk about that right now. She will come around, I’m sure. It’s just that Devon is her best friend, and you know how girls can be.”
“I guess,” I said, wondering if Heather hadn’t mentioned the surrogacy part of the story. Did my parents think Devon and I were together?
“Would you and Devon like to come for dinner tonight?” my mother asked. “I could make lasagna. That was my favorite meal when I was pregnant. And we can have tea and catch up, and it would be lovely, don’t you think?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose but found myself nodding. “Yeah, Mom, dinner would be nice. Seven o’clock?”
“Yes, yes, seven is perfect. I’ll see you tonight, sweetheart. I love you.”
“Love you too, Mom,” I said, smiling to myself as I hung up the phone. So she didn’t know about the surrogacy program. That was ideal. She wouldn’t understand and neither would my father. It was better for everyone if they thought Devon and I had gone into this whole thing while in a relationship. It was a little white lie that wouldn’t hurt anyone, and I was sure Devon would go along with it.
I rolled out of bed, showered, and then waited for Devon to wake up to ask her to join my family and me for dinner. I was surprised to discover I was a little nervous to ask her.
Eddison parked the limo in my parent’s cobblestone driveway. It was dark out already, and warm light was glowing from inside all the windows of the sprawling modern rancher. I stepped out of the car and took Devon’s hand. She joined me outside and wrapped her red coat tighter around herself.
“I haven’t been here in ages,” she muttered, looking up at the front door. “It’s exactly as I remember it.”
“My mom doesn’t like change,” I told her, “and neither does my dad. They’ll live here forever, I’m sure. No stairs. Perfect place for old people.”
“Your parents aren’t old,” Devon giggled.
I shrugged. “Older.”
Devon rolled her eyes, and we made our way up to the door. “So,” she said, “just to recap. We’re dating and have been for ten months. The baby was unexpected, but we’re thrilled about it? And we’ll deal with the rest of it later?”
“Yes,” I nodded as we arrived at the door. “We’ll have a fake amicable break up a few months after he’s born.”
Devon nodded. “Okay. Let’s do this then.”
I rapped my knuckles on the door, and not half a minute later, my mom opened it up and greeted us with a bright smile and outstretched arms. She hugged us both and then held Devon at arm’s length to inspect her.
“You look more beautiful than ever, dear,” my mom said to Devon as she cupped her cheeks in her hands. “You’re glowing. Ethan, isn’t she glowing?”
I chuckled as I shrugged out of my jacket and then helped Devon with hers. “Yes, she has been for a couple months now.”
Devon shot me a look that I couldn’t read, but I saw the sparkle in her eye and the curve in her lips. She was definitely radiant tonight.
“Thank you for having us over,” Devon said.
“I’m so happy to have you. Come, Gavin is in the kitchen opening the wine. Would you like a glass, Devon? I know one glass isn’t frowned upon, but if you’d prefer, we have nonalcoholic options. Iced tea, tonic water, soda?”
“I would actually love a glass of water,” Devon said as we rounded the corner to the kitchen.
My father, Gavin, was pouring wine into three glasses as if he had expected Devon to decline the drink. He had a face full of white whiskers, something I wasn’t used to seeing. He greeted us with a warm smile and handed me my glass of wine.
“Congratulations, son,” he said, patting me on the back. “When your mother told me about you two, I nearly started crying. Best news we’ve had in some time.”
A little flame of guilt lit in my belly. To distract myself, I raised my glass and toasted the new baby. My mother handed Devon a glass of water, and we all clinked our glasses together.
Within thirty minutes, we were all sitting around my mother’s immaculately set dining table. Candles of varying heights littered the table runner and hosted flickering flames. The plates, crisp white and trimmed with silver edges, were steaming with cheesy lasagna that was making my mouth water.
We dug in, and I watched Devon close her eyes across the table from me at the first bite. Her lashes were long and cast shadows over her high cheekbones in the amber glow from the candles. Her cheeks were rosy, and her lips were plump and wet with gloss. Her dark hair was pulled back in a bouncy ponytail that had given me several hard-ons in the limo ride over. I couldn’t stop thinking of pulling it while I fucked her. She caught my eye, gave me a smile that stopped my heart, and then looked at my mother.
“This is delicious,” Devon said. “Thank you so much.”
“You’re so welcome, dear,” my mother said. “You’re eating for two now. There’s more in the pan in t
he kitchen. Feel free to help yourself. You get first dibs.”
Devon smiled before turning to my father. “So, Mr. Garrison, what’s new? I haven’t seen you in ages. Tell me everything.”
My father beamed like a boy on Christmas morning and leaned forward with his elbows on the table. “Well, for starters, we’re family now. Call me Gavin.”
Devon flushed, looked at her plate, and then smiled up at me. “All right.”
My father then proceeded to launch into dozens of stories of his adventures over the last decade. He and my mother were world travelers, so most of his stories consisted of things they had done or seen in foreign cities like exploring the catacombs and tombs and pyramids in Egypt or wandering through ancient ruins in Pompeii. I was overjoyed by their exuberance and caught myself getting a little too excited in general.
This was all temporary.
In four more months, Devon would give birth to a little boy—my little boy. Then she and I would part ways as cited by our agreement with One Billion Fantasies. She would proceed with her studies at NYU, and I would continue running my company and raising my child.
Alone.
This feeling of togetherness that I had would not be the same this time next year. I would be sitting here with my son beside me, probably spitting up on a bib my mother bought for him, and Devon would be somewhere else. Somewhere new with someone who wasn’t me.
The rest of the evening went well. Devon was a giggling, bubbling, warm ray of sunshine throughout the night, and her joy spilled over into my mother and father. I liked seeing them all that way. It had been a long time, and I knew my parents had been hoping to be grandparents sooner rather than later. Heather had taken most of the heat from them. They probably assumed I was too busy to have kids and too tied up in my one-night stands to want them.
We waved goodbye after getting in the limo, and once we had pulled out onto the street, Devon leaned back in her seat and smiled at me. “That was a lot of fun. I’ve missed your parents. They’re such wonderful people.”
“They clearly missed you too,” I said as she kicked off her shoes and put her feet on my lap. I rested my hands on her ankles and then absently began giving her a foot massage. “They will probably want us to do this more often.”
“I’m okay with that,” Devon said, rubbing her belly. “Your mom is an excellent chef. That lasagna was out of this world.” She yawned and covered her mouth. “Sorry. Sleepy.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I said, kneading the bottom of her foot with my thumbs. “It’s a half-hour drive home. Close your eyes.”
She was asleep within minutes, but I still continued massaging her feet. I’d been paying attention to how she rubbed them when she was curled up on the sofa. She was starting to get a bit sore, which the doctor told us would happen, and I wanted things to be as easy for her as possible.
When we arrived back at my house, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the building. We rode the elevator with her draped in my arms. She smelled like honey and vanilla. I rested my cheek on her head, her hair tickling my nose, until the doors opened with a small chime. I stepped out, shouldered my way into my suite, and eased the door quietly closed behind me with my boot.
Before I realized it, I was laying Devon down on my bed rather than her own. I eased her arms out of her coat and undid the zipper on the side of her dress. I helped her out of that too. She moaned, still half asleep, and rolled out of it. I covered her up with my blanket and went about my routine of brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed.
When I joined her beneath the covers, I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the small swell of her growing belly beneath my palms. I nuzzled my chin in the groove between her shoulder and neck, breathed in the smell of her, and closed my eyes.
This was what bliss felt like.
Chapter Eighteen
Devon
When I woke, I stretched, reaching my arms over my head and moaning obnoxiously. It was my favorite part of my morning routine. I liked the way my muscles drew tight and then relaxed when I finally ceased stretching and reveled in the warmth of the sheets.
When my foot hit someone else’s leg, I recoiled and shimmied to the edge of the bed. I rolled over to find myself staring at Ethan.
I was in his bed again.
I had absolutely no recollection of how that had happened. I remembered lying with my feet in his lap in the limo and then him telling me to sleep. Falling asleep with Ethan Garrison massaging my feet in the back of his limo was not something I ever imagined I would have the luxury of experiencing. And the way he had looked at me last night, there was something different there, something that had me wondering what was transpiring behind those dark eyes of his.
He must have carried me from the car to his room. To his room, I thought as I stared at him. He was lying on his back, face slightly turned away from me, with one hand resting across his ribs. The other was hanging slightly off the other edge of the bed. I admired the lines of his cheekbones and jaw and fixated on the steady beat of his pulse at his throat. His cheeks and neck were darkening with stubble. I liked him like that. It suited him in a strange, rugged sort of way that was a stark contrast to the sleek businessman persona he wore Monday through Friday.
He was so perfect.
I sighed and ran a hand over my belly. It was growing, that was for certain. If I wore loose shirts, I could conceal it, but I knew that wasn’t going to last much longer. Soon, I would really be showing, and there wouldn’t be any way to hide it.
There wouldn’t be a need to hide it, either. Heather knew I was pregnant and so did Ethan’s parents. I didn’t care if anyone at NYU knew.
A little wave of excitement went through me. I was going to have Ethan Garrison’s baby in four short months. I let my eyes wander all over Ethan. I followed the line of his side down beneath the blankets.
I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him taking care of me last night. He hadn’t wanted to interrupt my sleep. He wanted me to be comfortable. He had tucked me in.
I pulled the blanket up over my head and slithered down his side, settling above his hips. The blankets were draped over my head like a tent. It was dark under here, but I knew his body like the back of my hand now. I ran my hands up his thighs and over his hips. I traced the lines of his abs and heard him sigh contently above me. He was still sleeping. I was sure of it, but I knew I could get him hard easily enough.
I traced my hands down over his lower stomach. I felt the veins there and followed them down to his cock, which was firm and ready for me. I took him in my hand and ran my tongue over the tip of him. I took his balls in my other hand and gently rolled them in my palm as I opened my mouth and sealed my lips over his cock. I rested my tongue against the bottom of his shaft and then, ever so slowly, worked my way down until he was pressing into the back of my throat.
He was moaning after a few pumps inside my mouth. I paused, rolling my tongue over his tip, when he shifted his hips.
The covers were suddenly lifted up. His abs tightened as he peered down at me beneath the blankets.
“Hey, you,” he said a little breathlessly. “What are you doing down there?”
I took his cock out of my mouth and smiled up at him. “Thanking you for taking care of me last night.”
“Oh,” he said, his eyes closing when I sealed my lips over him. “Carry on then,” he said, and the blankets fell down over my head, plunging me into warm darkness that smelled like his deodorant and musky man smell.
The solitary darkness didn’t last long. I sucked him off, my cheeks puckering as I suckled, until he ripped the blankets off and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
“I like to see you,” he said, his eyes locking on mine as he pushed me down on his cock.
I never broke his gaze. He rocked his hips against me and took as much of him as I could. It didn’t take long for his muscles to tighten up. His cock bobbed in my mouth. I caressed his balls and ran my tongue up his shaft while holding him in
my mouth.
He moaned, pressing his head back against the pillow, as he came in my throat. I swallowed all of it greedily until he was done.
I crawled off of him and wiped my lips with a finger. He watched me out of the corner of his eye as his chest rose and fell. I smiled at him.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” he said softly.
“I think I have a bit of an idea,” I giggled, glancing at his crotch.
He rolled his eyes and chuckled and then rolled onto his side to face me, propping his head up with one hand. He had bedhead hair. It was jutting out all over the place, and I liked the chaotic edge it gave him. It especially complimented the facial hair.
“I know that giving is better than receiving,” I said slowly, tracing a finger over my knee, “but I’m going to be honest. This pregnancy is making me crazy horny, and I don’t think I can leave this bed until you make me come.”
“Is that a threat?” Ethan asked playfully, one dark eyebrow arching dramatically.
“If it is?”
He grinned and got to his knees on the bed. “Did you think I could let you leave after that? You thought I would have the self-control not to eat that pussy of yours? Not after that. Not when I know how wet you are.”
I blushed.
“Take off your panties,” he said.
I lay down on my back and pulled my thong off. I tossed it aside, and Ethan crawled between my legs. He went down flat on his belly and looked up at me. I met his gaze between my knees, blushed even more fiercely, and let my head fall back against the pillow with an excited giggle.
He started off slow. His fingers traced the outside of my pussy, just grazing the skin of my lips with a feather-light touch. I waited for what felt like an eternity until he ran one finger up my slit. I was so wet. So swollen. Sucking his cock and swallowing his come had made me so horny.
