THE BABY OATH

by Sophia Gray

  “Yes,” Antonia admitted, finally realizing what she’d wanted this whole time. Her body ached for him, her cells screaming out to be touched by his hands, his tongue, his teeth, his cock—every inch of him that she could possibly touch. “I fucking need it. Give it to me.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Antonia

  “Tell me what you want,” Cal said. He dragged his lips along Antonia’s cheek, drifting over to her mouth and lingering over her lips without ever meeting them.

  Antonia whined deep in her throat, desperate for Cal to finally give in and kiss her. It took all her power to restrain herself from reaching up and tugging him down onto her mouth, but she held herself back. She needed him to choose to kiss her, to prove that he wanted it.

  “Tell me what you fucking want,” Cal said again. His mouth hovered over hers stubbornly, his warm breath caressing her face while his fingers traced gentle lines on her stomach.

  “I want your cock,” Antonia whispered. She licked her lips, which burned with the desire to touch Cal’s. “I want it so fucking bad.”

  Cal chuckled and leaned forward, and for a beautiful moment Antonia thought she was about to be kissed, but instead he moved at the last second and gave a short peck on the tip of her nose. Despite her disappointment, Antonia giggled, only laughing louder when Cal began to tickle her ribcage. “Stop, stop,” she protested in between chuckles, fighting to keep her voice low so they wouldn’t wake either of the boys.

  “Mm, I don’t think so,” Cal said, grinning sharply above her. His eyes shone with a kind of merriment. He snaked his hands under her back to undo the clasp of her bra. “Yeah, let me see these beautiful tits,” he muttered as he slid her bra and shirt off of her body, leaving her topless and quivering underneath him.

  “You like them?” Antonia asked. She’d meant to sound sexy and teasing, but her question came out uncertain, wavering a little bit on the last word.

  “What do you think?” Cal said. His mouth and hands traveled down to her breasts, and he squeezed one while he teased the nipple of the other with the tips of his teeth.

  Antonia’s body felt like it was on fire, but a little bit of hope in her heart flickered out—Cal had avoided her question. This is just sex, she reminded herself. She rubbed the back of Cal’s skull as he licked and pulled more forcefully on her nipple. He’s not going to treat me nice. He’s not going to bullshit me. I should be grateful for that.

  Antonia pushed those thoughts of her mind and decided instead to focus on the blissful warmth of Cal’s body on top of her, the sensation of his hands squeezing and pulling and pushing her in whatever position he wanted her in. “Get out of this fucking shirt,” Antonia demanded. She pulled on the button-down shirt Cal was wearing, tearing it off his back. “I want to see you,” she added. She reached up to pull his head back toward her face so she could sink her teeth into the side of his neck.

  “Fuck,” Cal groaned under his breath, growling into her ear. He gathered a fistful of her hair and yanked her head up to encourage her to bite him harder. “Yes. Yes, baby, fuck.”

  Antonia dragged her nails up and down Cal’s back, digging into his skin until he hissed in pain. Good, Antonia thought as she bit and sucked harder on the base of his neck. He needs to feel me. He needs to memorize what this feels like, having me in control for a change.

  She finally got a good grip on his waist and bore down with all her weight until she flipped them over. Now she straddled him and pressed him as hard into the mattress as he had done to her a minute earlier. Cal’s hands were still in her hair, but his grip was softer now, as were his eyes, which gazed up at her almost sleepily. He looked so relaxed, his body willingly sinking under her weight, pressing down into the pillow beneath his head. His hands drifted down to her hips and he stuck his fingers into the waistband of her pants, pulling slightly but otherwise not making a motion to get her out of her jeans. Antonia had the power here, she realized. He wasn’t going to tell her what to do. If she wanted to bail right now, walk out and never talk about it ever again, he’d let her.

  But her was throbbing, her pulse reverberating inside of her, begging to touch something real and hard and full of desire for her. She needed his cock inside of her, but not yet. She wasn’t going to rush things this time. Right now, she was going to explore Cal’s body from top to bottom, dominating it as thoroughly as possible, wringing out every moan she could possibly extract from the gorgeous man beneath her.

  “You fucking want me?” she grunted, pushing Cal’s head to one side to expose more vulnerable skin to bite and kiss and lick and suck. She marked him up all over his neck and collarbone, staining his skin with dark purple marks. Those will be a bitch to cover up in the morning, she thought. She smiled, proud of herself for creating reminders of their encounter that Cal wouldn’t be able to dismiss from his mind so easily.

  Cal swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly in his throat as he nodded. “Yeah. I want that tight cunt again.”

  “Hmm?” Antonia said. She pulled her head away from Cal’s and stared down at him from her higher vantage point. “You better treat it right, then. Get me ready.”

  Cal’s hand immediately sprang into action, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans and struggling with them until he got them pushed down to her knees. Antonia decided to give him a break and kick them off the rest of the way. A groan escaped from deep in her throat as his fingers slid under the edge of her underwear and played around in the wetness between her legs. “Oh, God,” she muttered, letting her eyes fall shut to focus more intensely on the sensations Cal’s fingers were drawing from inside of her. Heat sparked up her spine, and she couldn’t keep herself from rotating her hips around, practically riding his hand, grunting quietly under her breath.

  “You’re so wet,” Cal murmured softly. His fingers drifted down to her hole and gently poked inside. “So fucking wet. You’ve been thinking about me all day?”

  Antonia scoffed. “Yeah, right. You wish,” she said, even though it was sort of a lie. She bit her lip as Cal’s fingers dipped deeper inside of her, curling a little as he began to thrust in and out. “Fuck…” Antonia sighed out. She arched her back so that her torso draped over Cal’s and sunk her arm deeper into the mattress to brace her weight as she thrusted her over Cal’s hand.

  “So tight,” Cal murmured. He wrapped his hand around the back of Antonia’s head and pulled her forward until she was looking directly into his eyes, mere centimeters away from his face. “So fucking tight.”

  “You better open me up,” Antonia muttered, keeping her distance from Cal’s mouth but unable to keep her eyes from drifting down to his lips. They looked so tempting, so fucking sweet. She just wanted to pull on them, bite them, suck them deep into her mouth to taste as much of him as possible. But no, she couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t betray her real desires to him, even if he knew exactly what her pussy wanted.

  Cal shoved his fingers in deeper and moved around in circles. Antonia’s thighs trembled. Her spine arched almost painfully as he brushed up against the most sensitive spot on her inner wall. She grunted out, burying her face in Cal’s neck. She sucked on the skin underneath his ear and relished the sound of the moans that ripped from his throat, louder than ever before.

  Antonia moved her hips faster, rolling them as far as they could go as she pulled herself off Cal’s fingers and then sank back down onto them, over and over again. “Yeah, fuck me,” she murmured into his warm neck. She wrapped her hand around the back of Cal’s head just to have something to hold on to as she accelerated her pace, going faster and faster until she was practically bouncing in the palm of Cal’s hand.

  Cal’s mouth found her shoulder and sucked hard on the bone like he was trying to consume her marrow. His other hand drifted down from her head and rubbed over her back until he finally reached her ass. He growled into her skin and bit harder. Antonia cried out hoarsely while he pulled at the hem of her underwear, yanking at it until it snapped and fell away. Cal
grabbed one of her ass cheeks and squeezed it hard then slapped her ass and forced her deeper onto his fingers.

  “Yeah, fucking take it, baby,” Cal growled into her flesh. His tongue danced down her shoulder and then his teeth bit down her arm. He sped up his finger-fucking without warning, shoving in and out of her faster and harder and encouraging her to move her hips more forcefully by spanking her ass several times in quick succession. Smack. Smack. Smack. Heat radiated from the skin of Antonia’s ass to her pussy, making her hole quiver around its prize.

  This is what she wanted, what she hungered for in the middle of a thousand lonely nights when she’d woken up alone, wishing her life had gone differently. But this was real. It was happening. Cal kept biting down on her arm, sucking hard enough to leave a mark and sending sparks of pleasure deep down into her bones, making her feel like her skeletal system itself was vibrating with newfound energy. She never wanted it to stop.

  But she still needed more. She needed to take back the power she felt she lost the night before. She needed to prove to Cal that she wasn’t one to be fucked with. She wasn’t one to be toyed with and ignored.

  Antonia reached down and yanked Cal’s fingers out of her. He whined slightly in protest when she pulled her mouth away from his neck and shoulder, but then lifted her hips to hover above his face.

  “What do you want from me?” Cal asked. He licked his lips and stared up at Antonia’s cunt, which was flushed with heat as her blood pumped faster inside of her, making her acutely aware of parts of her that she didn’t usually even think of.

  “Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to,” Antonia said, parroting back Cal’s command from earlier. She dropped her hips, pressing her wet pussy lips against Cal’s mouth, and rubbed back and forth until he opened up, brushing his tongue against her hot hole.

  Antonia moaned out. She rolled her hips back and forth until she got Cal’s tongue on her clit and his lips sucked the sensitive area around it.

  Cal moaned into her pussy and his eyes sparkled with mischievous enjoyment as he ran the length of his tongue over her. To Antonia, it felt like his tongue was generating an electric current right in the center of her pussy, sparks shooting out in wild bursts.

  “Fucking do it. Eat me out,” Antonia grunted. She clenched Cal’s head harder to brace herself as she fucked his face, moaning a shade too loudly as his tongue slipped inside of her, spreading her open wider, licking up the juices that flowed from her arousal.

  Cal’s gripped her ass, squeezing and pulling her skin whenever he wasn’t spanking her, reminding her that he could still turn the tables at any moment if he wanted to. God, that idea got Antonia hot, too. I want to suck his cock, she realized as she grinded herself down harder onto his mouth. I want to suck him until he blacks out from desire to fuck me.

  Smack. Smack. Smack. Antonia’s ass was on fire by this point from Cal’s spanking, but the pain only made her wetter, and her hole clenched around Cal’s tongue while her clit sizzled like a little point of concentrated heat, a little star shining from inside of her. It was growing larger and larger, getting hotter and hotter by the second, becoming so intense that some part of Antonia became frightened. Let’s stop this now, a little scared voice inside of her said. I don’t know if I can take this. I don’t know if I can handle all of these big feelings inside of me. I haven’t felt them in so long.

  But when she tried to pull her hips away from Cal’s mouth, his arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her in place even as his tongue went still, suspended in place right outside of her hole. His eyes drifted up to meet hers, silently asking permission to keep going. Antonia cleared her throat and wiped some of the sweat off her forehead. Her leg muscles burned with exertion as she braced her weight on her knees, keeping her hips totally still above Cal’s face. She considered her options for a moment. She could back off, tell Cal to stop, and promise herself never to do this again. She’d be safe that way. She’d never have to feel this way again. She’d never have to confront the beautiful terrifying power between her legs, the potential energy there that scared her more than anything that Cal could ever do or say.

  Fuck that. She lowered her pussy back down again so that her clitoral region collided with Cal’s willing and ready tongue, her most sensitive nerve endings getting ample attention while the hand on her ass drifted forward between her legs, his fingers finding her hole again. Fuck that, I need this. I can’t keep hiding away from what I want. I can’t keep lying to myself. I need to be fucked. I deserve it.

  “Suck me, baby,” she grunted out, moving her hips back and forth to start up a rhythm. Cal’s fingers slid deep inside of her and curled to find that one special spot. His tongue swirled around her clit, rubbing it this way and that, making her feel things that she’d never felt before. Her body felt like it was being remolded, all of her baggage ripped away to make room for the star expanding inside of her, the light that grew larger and larger in between her legs.

  Cal’s probed the sensitive spot on her pussy wall in circles. His tongue thrust faster. Antonia whined almost pathetically, although at this point she was well beyond shame. She didn’t care if she sounded stupid. She didn’t even care if it turned Cal off. This was about her right now, her pleasure, her body. She wanted to discover the limits of her body, to find out what sensitivities lurked under her skin that were not emerging from Cal’s touch. She wanted to transgress all the rules she’d set for herself, everything she’d told herself she had to be in order to be a good mother. She wanted to be more than that tonight. She wanted to take the shape of all of her potential identities, all at once. I’m a warrior, she thought as she took Cal’s fingers in deeper, grunting in satisfaction as his tongue made teasing circles over her clit. I’m a giver. I’m a taker. I’m generous and I’m hungry and I’m sexy and I’m fucking sex-starved and I deserve to be everything that I am, all at the same time.

  Cal’s fingers fucked into her faster, his tongue matching the pace while his lips sucked on her clit, making her feel like her entire body was burning in the most delicious way imaginable. She grunted out. She rolled her hips wildly despite the pain in her knees. It didn’t matter. Her body could take it. She knew it. If she was strong enough to give birth, she was strong enough to take this pleasure and make it her own.

  Her hair was a sweaty mess by now, clinging to her face, so for a long moment she couldn’t see anything, all of her surroundings obscured by a brownish blur. She pushed the hair away from her face and her eyes fell back down to meet Cal’s viciously focused gaze. He was staring at her as intensely as anyone had ever looked at her before in her life, gazing unblinkingly with such passion that Antonia almost had to avert her eyes. Almost. It was like staring into the sun, but somehow she thought that this wouldn’t make her go blind. Instead, it felt like she was seeing something for the first time, like a secret had been revealed to her.

  He’s a giver, too, Antonia realized. That’s what she was seeing in Cal’s eyes: a desperation to please. He wanted to make her come. No, that wasn’t quite right. He needed to.

  That was the thought that took her over the edge. “Oh! Oh, fuck! Fuck me! Yes!” Antonia cried out. She tossed her head back and bit down on her own hand to suppress a scream as the star of pleasure inside of her blew apart, sending amazingly pure sparks of sensation up and down her legs, echoing inside her pussy as it went into spasms around Cal’s fingers.

  Antonia’s hips jerked forward on their own, involuntarily thrusting back and forth several times before coming to standstill, her cunt still gripping hard on Cal’s fingertips. “Shit,” she groaned. She pulled back a little so she wasn’t suffocating Cal then let herself collapse on top of him. “Shit, that was…fuck…”

  Cal pulled his fingers out of her pussy, his hand coming up to grip her shoulder instead, and for a moment Antonia was certain that she was about to be shoved off him, maybe even pushed to the floor.

  But that didn’t happen. Instead, Cal’s hand drifted down her naked b
ack, petting over her spine for a couple seconds before drifting to the sensitive skin of her ass. Antonia thought maybe he was trying to get something started again right away, but then she realized that he was just giving her a massage. Somehow he was able to guess exactly what she needed, reading some secret code of her body to determine what would feel most pleasurable to her in that exact moment. She sighed happily and buried her face in Cal’s neck, kissing his skin lightly, temporarily unafraid of being seen as soft or vulnerable or weak. She felt proud of herself, her skin buzzing with a sense of accomplishment after her life-changing orgasm. It took a few seconds before the ability to think coherent thoughts returned to her.

  “That was…,” Cal trailed off, unable to put together a full sentence even after several long minutes of peaceful silence. “Thank you.”

  Antonia perked her head up at that and cocked one eyebrow at Cal. “Thank me? What are you, crazy? Thank you!”

  Cal chuckled and rubbed gentle circles at the top of her ass, pressing his thumbs into the base of her back. Her eyes rolled back into her head as tension seeped out of her body like water raining from a leaf. “You’re really fucking sexy, you know that?” he murmured above her head.