SEAL'd Lips: A Secret Baby Romance

by Roxeanne Rolling

  I wrap my legs around his back and I feel his chest against my breasts and my stomach.

  His hands are on my breasts, cupping them gently.

  I can feel his breath against my neck, hot, heavy, ragged.

  He pulls off his shirt and pushes my body towards him, trying to merge with his flesh.

  Unconsciously, I’m grinding my pelvis against him. His cock pushes against me, right up against my swollen clit, and it already feels so good, even without him inside me. I’m rocking my body against him, riding my clit against his cock.

  It reminds me of when I would sometimes masturbate by riding my pillow, face down on my bed. Only this is completely different…

  “Let me show you something better,” he growls, and picks me up easily and places me down on the couch.

  With a single motion, he pulls off my soaked gym shorts and tosses them aside.

  Now I’m completely naked, with my wet hair in a mess around my head, which is pushed into the plush couch cushions. I’ve never been so vulnerable, but I love it.

  He pushes his hand down between my legs, his other hand on my stomach.

  I breathe in suddenly and sharply as his tongue does a broad stroke along my pussy, just barely touching my hot, swollen clit.

  I moan as he keeps licking me. It’s so intimate.

  It’s a good thing I shaved, I think to myself.

  But that’s the last thought that enters my head as the pleasure overtakes me, running like a bubble through my body.

  My body begins to shake slightly. This is so different from getting myself off. So much better.

  So much more intense.

  He’s concentrating on my clit now, using the tip of his tongue expertly, and I moan loudly without trying to. It just comes out of me, an extension of the intense pleasure I’m feeling.

  “I’m going to… come…” I manage to say.

  “Good,” he growls, pausing for just a moment.

  His hands are now gripping my ass, between me and the couch cushions. He’s holding on tight, and I grip his head with my thighs, squeezing my legs tight around him.

  The orgasm pulses through me.

  I let out a cry as it hits me full on.

  He doesn’t stop for a moment, continuing his magic with his tongue until I’ve reached my crescendo.

  He reads my body. He doesn’t just know what he’s doing—he anticipates my response, as if he knows what each shiver and moan mean exactly.

  “Your turn,” he growls at me, standing up.

  He towers over me and looks down.

  I feel miniscule in comparison to his massive, muscular figure.

  I’m still feeling the after effects of the orgasm, and I’m breathing heavily, my breasts rising and falling.

  He drops his shorts, kicking them aside as they slide easily down his thick, powerful legs.

  He’s buck naked, his erect cock pointing up and out, like a spear.

  I can’t keep my eyes off his cock. I zone in on it and I want it.

  “Come here,” he growls.

  As I move my head towards him, almost instinctually, he grips my head with both his powerful hands and pulls me towards his cock.

  Not that I need it.

  I couldn’t keep away from it if I wanted to.

  I purse my lips as I take him in my mouth.

  Oh fuck is this hot.

  My clit is throbbing intensely.

  I take him all the way in my mouth. His girth fills my mouth completely, and I long for it inside my pussy, filling me up in the same way.

  I jam my head down along his cock, until it hits the back of my throat.

  I gag slightly, but I fucking love it.

  He pulls my head away but I want more; I want his cock jammed inside my mouth.

  “You’re eager,” he growls. “That’s good, but I’m not coming yet. I need your pussy.”

  I keep my eyes locked onto his as I throw myself back down on the couch, which is wide and deep. I can throw my legs out, spreading them widely while I’m on my back.

  He lowers his massive body on top of mine, his cock falling right between my legs.

  “Fuck me,” I say, practically breathless.

  He just growls as his cock enters me. He doesn’t even use his hands. It just glides right in.

  Holy fuck.

  It hurts like nothing else.

  But there’s pleasure too, more pleasure than I’ve ever felt.

  “Does it hurt?” he says.

  His cock is pushing its way into me, very, very slowly.

  But its girth fills me and stretches me.

  I nod my head. “Don’t stop!” I say frantically, thinking that he might because he doesn’t want to hurt me.

  “Don’t worry,” he growls.

  His cock is all the way in and now he’s moving it in and out with quicker strokes.

  I’m groaning with the pleasure and the pain.

  The pleasure takes over and the pain is mostly gone.

  He’s riding me faster now, and gradually his strokes grow harder.

  He’s grunting as he rides me.

  I’m crying out as he’s fucking me harder and harder.

  Suddenly, the release happens, and my second orgasm bursts through me. It’s more intense than the first, incredible.

  My vision starts to go.

  My body feels light and exhausted at the same time.

  I’ve never felt anything like this.

  I’m looking him right in the eyes and his powerful gaze is piercing me, concentrating on me and me alone as he continues to ram his thick cock into me.

  Ryan grunts as he pulls out of me.

  My small hand instinctively moves to his cock, but his hand is already on it, sliding up and down it, from the girthy base to the massive head. I let my hand fall around his own and move my arm back and forth with his.

  A moment later, his cock erupts, and he comes, shooting his thick load onto my naked stomach.

  Ryan

  It’s afternoon, the next day. The sunlight is streaming into my kitchen, where I’ve just lunched on a steak and a huge pile of potatoes. I worked out this morning, going beyond my normal max, so I know I’ve got to carbo load and get in my protein if I want to keep the gains going.

  Lily fell asleep right after we fucked, and I drove her back this morning, to a beat up old house that she shares with a thousand roommates or something. She was still sleepy in the car ride back. We kissed and I said we should meet up again today.

  Meanwhile, my cock still grows instantly hard at the mere thought of her.

  She was incredible.

  Except for a certain innocence about her, I would have never guessed she was a virgin. She was drawn to me, doing everything instinctually, sinking her mouth around my cock, for instance.

  It wasn’t exactly slow like I’d promised myself, but it was fucking hot.

  But there’s business to take care of today. There are things to do. I can’t be thinking about a woman all day, no matter how fucking sexy she is, no matter how hard she still makes my cock, just thinking about her.

  I make a few phone calls, making sure that the new office is ready. Sounds like everything is set up.

  I don’t bother calling Johnny, the black hat hacker, since I’ve gotten everything I need from him.

  I grab another laptop and load up the information I need: the Simmons algorithm along with the unpublished research paper that Johnny delivered.

  Lily said she was onto something, and not to insult her intelligence, but I’ve been in this game for years, and if she can find it, then I can too.

  But an hour later, and a couple cups of strong coffee later, I haven’t found anything that she was talking about. Maybe she was mistaken.

  But maybe she’s right. Sometimes it takes another programmer with a different mentality to find something you can’t. I may be a good programmer, but I’m not block headed enough to think that I can see everything, or find every solution. Some people are, and th
at’s what gets them into trouble.

  I don’t regret, however, fucking her, feeling her sweet pussy gripping my cock as I plunged into her.

  My phone rings. It’s Sheila, the secretary who’s now working as the de facto office set up person.

  “I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Hudson,” she says, nervous.

  “What’s up?”

  “Well, I wanted to let you know that we’ve gotten the office set up. The crews were here in the morning and the cubicles and phones and computers and everything were delivered… everything’s fine.”

  I check my watch, turning my wrist slightly.

  “Sounds good.” I paid good money for everything to be set up as quickly as possible, so that business can go on as normal. I don’t see the point in waiting around while the business flounders—that’s money that could be coming in.

  “The thing is, Mr. Hudson, is that there aren’t any sales.”

  “Well…” I say, dumbfounded for a moment. “How often do you expect sales?”

  I realize now I don’t have a good idea of how much we’re actually selling or at what frequency.

  “Usually there are some calls, at least… But today, there’s absolutely nothing.”

  “Maybe it’s just a problem with the phones,” I say. “Check everything. Get a couple good people to do some tests and make sure everyone has our correct contact information… Although that all should be the same.”

  “OK, Mr. Hudson.”

  I hang up the phone just in time for it to ring again.

  This time it’s Marty.

  I groan. I don’t need to talk to him right now. He’s just going to want to tell me about some women he fucked at the beach or something.

  “Marty, what’s up?”

  “We’ve got to talk, Ryan,” he says. “Can you meet me at Lugino’s for lunch?”

  “I’ve already eaten.”

  “This is important, Ryan.” His voice sounds anxious. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him like this before. There’s a rare urgency in his voice.

  “I don’t have time to listen to you brag about your beach trip,” I say.

  “We’ve got to talk about your business.”

  “Since when do you want to talk about business? I thought this was just a hobby for you.”

  “I’ll admit that… well, I do feel a certain responsibility when things are going… well, poorly.”

  “What the hell are you talking about, Marty? Could my business really be doing that horribly that you’re suddenly concerned about your own reputation?”

  “Basically,” says Marty.

  Shit, then it must be really bad.

  “I’ll be there in fifteen,” I say, hanging up the phone, not even waiting for a reply.

  I drop what I’m doing and race over to the restaurant, one of these fancy lunch places that suits Marty’s taste. I doubt he knows of any other types of restaurants.

  The waiter takes my order for a water and I pull out my phone to wait.

  A few minutes later, Marty arrives. His suit is rumpled and his hair is messy and plastered down onto his forehead with sweat.

  “What the hell happened to you?” I say.

  “Don’t worry about that,” says Marty. “We’ve got a big problem.”

  “An image problem or something? What? Did I run over some old lady and not even notice? You know, I paid her for the damages, plus a whole lot extra. She’s probably wheeling around in the Rolls Royce equivalent of a wheelchair.”

  Marty makes a grimace instead of laughing. “No one’s buying your algorithm,” he says.

  Something clicks… The phone call with Sheila earlier. She was saying there weren’t any calls coming through, but I figured it was just something to do with the office wiring or something.

  “Yeah?”

  “Seriously,” says Marty.

  “But the Simmons algo isn’t even out yet. What are they using in the meantime?”

  “That’s the thing,” says Marty. “I can’t believe you haven’t heard. His algorithm is already incorporated into a fully functioning enterprise system… it’s ready to go… boom, just like that.”

  “What the fuck?”

  I grab my phone again and hit the standard tech websites. They’re not saying anything about it, but that makes sense, since they tend to just focus on personal gadgetry. But I heard over to another site, one that focuses more on business tech…

  …and there it is, staring me in the face.

  I check this site almost every day, but somehow I must have missed it.

  “Simmons’s Algorithm Packaged and Ready to Run,” reads the headline.

  “Fuck,” I say. “How did they pull this off?”

  “There’s something else,” says Marty, handing me his phone.

  There’s an article with a picture of me at the top.

  The headline reads, “Douchebag Billionaire Voted Douchiest in…”

  I stop reading and hand the phone back to him.

  “So?” I say.

  “So?” says Marty. “This is huge. It’s not just this site. You’re everywhere. They’ve got all this dirt on you from over the years. Remember that time that you…”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I say. “I get the idea. You don’t need to give me the whole history.”

  “And that time that you fucked that waitress right on the table in the corner of the restaurant, right before the dinner rush…”

  I wave away his words with my hand. That’s all ancient history at this point.

  “This is a coordinated attack,” he says. “This is something they’ve been planning. They got all the articles out on the same day… And they’re all up to date and accurate.”

  “It’s slander,” I say. “Let’s sue them.”

  “It’s not slander if it’s true, and they’ve done their homework… honestly, I’m impressed… an incredible PR team.”

  “Why do you care so much about this?” I say. “It’s just your own reputation, right? But when have you cared about that?”

  “Uh,” says Marty, pulling at his necktie uncomfortably. It’s damp from his sweat. “I may be having a personal financial crisis.”

  “Dad cut you off?”

  “Something like that. I don’t want to get into details.”

  “All I care about is whether you can get me out of this,” I say. “Or I’m finding someone new who can handle it properly.”

  “Come on, man, we’re old friends.”

  I just stare at him. “I need you to seriously do your fucking job,” I say, coldly.

  “No problem,” says Marty, eager to agree with me. “I’m already on it. I even made a visit to the office…”

  “You actually have an office?”

  “Of course,” says Marty, trying to play it cool. But he knows too damn well that he’s been bragging to me about spending all his time at the beach with models.

  “I need to work on the coding side of things. You’re going to have to handle this bullshit PR stuff. I need you to clean up my image so that my new product can destroy Simmons’s.”

  “But do you have a new product?”

  “Don’t worry about that,” I say.

  Lily

  “Oh my God!” says Hailey in an exaggerated voice. “You fucked him?”

  “Shhh!” I say, looking around nervously.

  We’re in a crowded coffee shop near our apartment.

  “Don’t worry,” says Hailey, waving her hand dismissively. “Everyone here’s on their laptops.”

  It’s true. Supposedly, coffee shops used to be a place to socialize. But here, in the modern world, everyone’s just on their laptops, with their headphones on.

  “I think I even saw a guy over there watching porn,” says Hailey.

  “Eww,” I say, making a face.

  “Don’t give me that,” says Hailey. “Now you’re one of us. You’re one of the initiated. And you can obsess about sex all the time like the rest of us.”

  “It’s not like tha
t…” I start to say, but Hailey cuts me off.

  “Oh,” says Hailey, her face falling. “It wasn’t any good? His cock wasn’t… you know?”

  I have to laugh at this. I may be inexperienced, but Ryan’s cock was completely massive.

  “It was…”

  Hailey’s face is too funny, waiting expectedly for me to say it… She’s hanging on my every word.

  “It was amazing,” I finally conclude, getting some enjoyment out of her face.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah,” I say, lowering my voice. “It was… really incredible… I had no idea it could feel that way.”

  “You did everything?”

  “I think so,” I say.

  Her face lights up in surprise.

  “Oh,” I say, realizing she thinks I’m talking about anal or something. “Maybe not… everything, if you know what I mean… But it was everything for me… I’m no longer a virgin.”

  I know Hailey likes to talk about sex a lot, and I’ll sometimes hear her talking about it with her other friends. I know she’s going kind of easy on me, knowing that I might not feel comfortable discussing exactly everything about the experience.

  “Well, cheers,” says Hailey, raising her coffee mug.

  We clink our mugs together and grin at each other.

  “So now you’ve just got to find a decent guy,” says Hailey. “I don’t see you as the type for a bunch of flings… Then again, it might do you some good… embracing that side of yourself… until you get a little more experienced, and then you can go after exactly what it is you like…”

  “Well,” I say. “About that…”

  “About what?”

  “Finding another guy…”

  “Oh no!” says Hailey, her eyes almost popping open in worry. “You’re not falling for him, are you? Really? The douchebag billionaire?”

  “Oh,” I say. “No…” But inside, I’m wondering if I’m not. After all… Well…

  “I can see it in your eyes,” says Hailey. “It’s already happened. I should have warned you about this.”

  “About what?”

  “About falling for the first guy you sleep with. You know, when you’re a virgin, it just seems so wonderful, but trust me, there are better guys out there than the douchebag billionaire. Didn’t you see all those articles about him?”