Protecting His Baby

by Nikki Chase

“You’re mine this morning. I’m going to make you beg for me,” he says, taking his lips off my nipple for a few lonely seconds. The air cools it down, only for it to grow warm again when Jacob breathes on me and captures it in his mouth again, where it belongs. At least for now.

  “Take off your pants. I want to see you. All of you,” he whispers in my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin deliciously.

  I meet his scrutinizing stare with lowered lids, surrendering myself to his intoxicating touch. He traps my gaze, not looking away as I lift my ass and push my pants down like he asked me to. The counter feels cold on my ass and thighs.

  “You know you want me. Look at how wet you are for me.” Jacob pushes himself between my thighs, spreading them wide.

  He presses two fingers into my soaking pussy with his palm facing up, going straight for my G-spot. My body stiffens at this unexpected intrusion, but I’m so soaked he goes in smoothly. He pulls back out and shoots me a cocky smirk while I look at the evidence of my arousal on his fingers.

  “Taste yourself,” he says. I can tell by his tone that he won’t take no for an answer. He presses his fingers against my lips, my juices smeared on my cheek and my chin. I part my lips and he thrusts in slowly. “Lick my fingers clean. And then maybe I’ll have a taste myself.”

  My clit pulses at the promise in his words. I suck his fingers into my mouth and clean them with my tongue. I taste sweet and musky. Sexual.

  “Good girl,” Jacob says, his voice hoarse with arousal. He grinds his rock-hard cock against my pussy, his sweat pants the only thing between us.

  “Now, what did I say I was going to do?”

  I hesitate. I may have been a stripper, but that’s it. I’m used to communicating my sexuality with my body, not my words. I’m out of my depth here. Softly, tentatively, I say, “Have a taste of me?”

  “Yeah. And how am I going to do that?” He’s going to make me say it. Damn it. Damn my brain that has decided to take a vacation right now. Damn my pussy that’s aching for him.

  “Eat my pussy.” I pull my eyebrows taut and swallow. He’s still touching me very lightly, teasing my clit with his finger over the hood.

  “Good,” he says with a satisfied smile. “Now say please.”

  “Please eat my pussy,” I say breathlessly.

  “Well, since you asked so nicely…” Jacob’s voice trails off as he sinks down to the floor and buries his face between my legs.

  He doesn’t start off easy, doesn’t continue teasing me. Instead, he puts his mouth on me and begins to lick, making me gasp with pleasure. If it wasn’t for the upper cabinet I’m leaning my head on, I’d have fallen flat on my back.

  “You taste delicious,” he says, taking his mouth off me for a few seconds while I catch my breath. “You know what? I changed my mind about the coffee.”

  I sit there on the counter, confused and panting, while I watch him pour himself some coffee into the mug I’ve taken out earlier. What the hell is he doing? Is this really the time for coffee? He takes a quick sip and shoots me a cryptic look.

  “Now, I need some cream. Think you have some for me?” He stalks toward me and, before I could reply, he sucks my folds into his mouth. His hot mouth. The heat sends my senses into overdrive when he places his tongue on my clit. With a few devastating licks, he finishes me, making me tremble and quake and moan for him.

  When I open my eyes, he’s standing between my legs, pulling his sweat pants off. He wraps his fist around his hard cock and shuttles it up and down. I stare at it and, even after climaxing just moments ago, I start aching for it.

  “Tell me you want me,” he says.

  “I want you, Jacob.”

  “What do you want me to do?” Jacob lines his cock against my opening and stares me down.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I say, no trace of shame left in my words. I’m not going to hold back anymore. I can’t hold back anymore. I add, “Please, Jacob. Fuck me. I’m begging you. I can’t wait any longer.”

  “Me neither.” He pushes inside me, forcing me to stretch and open up to take his thick cock.

  I feel him slide in quickly, assisted by my own wetness. He pulls me further toward the edge of the counter, grinding deeper into me. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. I feel the movements of the muscles in his back under my fingers.

  He presses one finger against my clit, making my muscles clench. He groans in response, our bodies connected and fully in sync with each other.

  Jacob unleashes and lets his desire take over, making me gasp in pleasure. He thrusts deeper, harder, giving me what I need. All I can do is hold on tighter and slide my hips further toward the edge of the counter, letting him have his way as I shut my thoughts down and let my lizard brain take over.

  I cry out as I let go, my fingernails dragging across his back as my orgasm cripples me. My pussy clenches around Jacob’s cock. I cling to the wave of my climax as he continues to fuck me until he finally grunts, slamming into me. He comes deep inside me while my body convulses.

  We stay there for what feels like hours, but is probably more like two minutes in reality. I lay my head on his broad shoulder, feeling his body rise and fall with his breathing, hearing his breaths get deeper and more regular. Still, we hold each other close, my body still shivering from the aftershocks, every once in a while.

  Jacob

  “Jacob.” Jessica’s shoulder shifts under my forehead. “Uh, my thighs are kinda sore.”

  I smile against the column of her neck, inhaling the scent of vanilla on her skin. My hands travel down to her full ass and squeeze the cheeks, pulling her against me.

  “Jacob!” Jessica shrieks.

  “Am I a good neighbor now?” I whisper in her ear.

  Jessica is blushing when I pull out of her, her eyes looking away, seemingly stuck for words. That's fucking adorable, and it's giving me some strange fuzzy feelings in my chest.

  She hops down from the counter and I watch her ass wiggle away while my cum drips down the insides of her sexy thighs. I just know it's an image that’s going to stay with me for the rest of my life. When I’m old and jacking my wrinkled dick off, I know I’ll be thinking about this moment.

  When Jessica comes back—fully clothed, to my disappointment—I hand her a fresh mug of coffee and give her a meaningful look. I can almost tell the exact moment she remembers what I did with the coffee. She flicks her gaze toward some other part of the room to avoid me.

  “See you again tonight? Maybe we can drink some tea instead. You know, to help you sleep,” I say.

  She continues to drink her coffee in silence.

  I bet I can get her to say something. I ask, “Before I go home, why don't you tell me who you meant by ‘they’ yesterday? Who are these people who are looking for you?”

  “I said you can stay here if you insist. I didn't say I was going to tell you anything.” There she is. She's back, the hothead. It's messing with my head how different she is in bed and out of it, but I love it.

  “Well, I’m going to find out anyway. That's what neighbors do, right? Get all up in each other's business?” I blow on my mug of coffee and take a small sip, while from the corners of my vision, I watch her snap her head toward me in anger. I smile to myself. It's so fun to mess with her.

  “That was not what I said and you know it,” she says in an overly calm voice, anger simmering just under the surface.

  “Okay.” I shrug. I watch in satisfaction as she sags when she realizes I’m not going to escalate the conflict. “I’m fully awake now, thanks to your coffee—and cream.” I wink as I raise my mug toward Jessica. “That was excellent cream. Fresh and sweet and--”

  “I get it. Good cream. Ha-ha. Double entendre. Very funny. Nice joke,” Jessica says in a flat tone while she glares at me over her mug of morning coffee.

  “Patience. There's a point to what I’m saying. What is it?” I raise my gaze toward the ceiling like I’m trying to remember. “That
's right. I'm awake now,” I say, looking at Jessica's threatening eyes with amusement. Soon she's not going to be able to keep her cool. “So I may as well do something productive with my day. Maybe I’ll look into Steve, your Tinder date. Or Caine, the guy who wants to meet up with you.”

  “You’ve been spying on me?” She raises her voice and her eyes widen.

  “Like I said, I’m just going to help you, and I don't care what you have to say about it.”

  “How did you find out about them? Did you put cameras on me? Are there cameras in my house?”

  “That's a great idea, but I didn’t.” I place my empty mug in the sink, where it makes a metallic hollow sound. I give Jessica a sweet smile as I turn around to get to the living room.

  “You're not answering me. How did you find out about Steve and Caine?” Jessica stands in the kitchen with her hands on her waist, glowering at me.

  “I have my ways.” I grab my stuff, leaving the blanket on the floor after a momentary hesitation. After wolfing down my waffles, Max has apparently fallen into food coma on my blanket.

  When I look back into the kitchen, Jessica's still waiting for an explanation, so I say, “Listen. It doesn't matter how I found out. All you need to know is you can't do this without having someone on your side. And it seems to me like I’m the only one here. You have no choice but to accept my help. The sooner you accept it, the better.”

  Jessica clenches her little fists and crosses her arms. Even normally, her tits defy gravity with how high they sit on her chest. But when she does this, it only makes her tits look more tantalizing. I tell myself to be patient. I bet I’ll spend more quality time with them again soon.

  “Think about it,” I say. “The fact that I can find out about them on my own just goes to show that I can help you. I can find these guys and stay one step ahead of them. You’ll be safe.”

  She still looks furious, but I can tell the gears are turning in her head. She's a proud woman who will not admit it, but soon she'll see my point. She needs rescuing, and I’m the right guy for the job.

  “Where do you think you're going?” Jessica asks when I walk past the kitchen toward the back of the house.

  “I’m going out the back door. You said you didn't want the neighbors to assume things about you. I can go straight to my back door from here,” I say. “Oh, I left my number on the counter. Call me if anything happens. If not, we’ll see each other tonight. It's not like you can ghost me again this time.”

  I hold the door handle while I look back to see Jessica's furious face. “See you tonight, neighbor. Or should I call you roomie instead now, roomie? Hmm… Maybe not. It doesn't quite have the same ring to it. Later, neighbor.”

  As I walk out the back door, the breeze delivers the scent of fresh grass and morning dew. The first rays of light fall on the ground in splotches, shaped by the tree branches and leaves.

  I take a deep breath of the fresh morning air and think about what just happened.

  Wow. The way our bodies fit together is just something else. But beyond that, I can tell she gets off from letting me boss her around, tell her what to do, use her body however I want. I can't get over how fucking responsive she is to my touch, and how eager she is to follow my orders, to do things that bring me pleasure, to be the thing that brings me pleasure.

  I’d always remembered that night with Jessica fondly, to put it mildly. But, over the years, I’d convinced myself it was just nostalgia making everything seem better in my memory than it really was.

  But we still share the same chemistry as before. Together, we're just as good as I remember.

  There's no way I'm letting Jessica go now. I'm already fantasizing about fucking her tight pussy again, tasting the honey between her legs again, maybe even shove my cock down her throat. God, just think of all the things I can do with a girl like her.

  I feel myself stir in my pants. Fuck, you’d think I’ve never gotten laid before, the way my body reacts to her. I'm like a junkie now, hankering for my next fix.

  Jessica

  “I still don't understand why you couldn't have told me at my place, or even at any other place in Ashbourne, for that matter,” I say as the waiter walks away from our table, having taken our order.

  We’ve driven all the way to the next town, Dewhurst, and Jacob hasn’t answered any of my questions, insisting we were going to talk at the restaurant.

  “I didn't say I couldn't. I said, ‘I have to tell you at Le Grande,’ which was true, because I’d made the reservation. I just felt like having a nice meal for once.” Jacob smiles when he notices my scowl. He does that. He seems to find my anger amusing, for some reason.

  “So you told me to come out here for nothing?” I ask, partly in an attempt to distract myself from how good Jacob looks.

  He’s wearing a black blazer over his blue crewneck shirt tonight. The guy cleans up well. And ironically, seeing how well he’s dressed just makes me want to undress him.

  “Come on. It's not for nothing. You're enjoying this,” he says with certainty. “At least the dressing up part. If you didn't, you wouldn't have gone through all that trouble. Nice dress, by the way.” Jacob's appreciative gaze travels down my face and my neck, and rests on my cleavage.

  I should be annoyed that he’s avoiding giving me an actual answer again. I should be regretting my dress of choice tonight, a skin-tight red little number with a low-cut neckline.

  Instead, heat spreads across my cheeks and throughout my entire body, only to concentrate between my legs. Shit. It's the way he looks at me, like I’m already his possession, like he’s about to ravish me and make me like it.

  I have to admit Jacob has a point. I do enjoy this, I suppose, but only because I don't often find an excuse to dress up. Most of the adults I know in Ashbourne are married with children, and have no time for nights out. My dresses were getting lonely in my closet.

  “Okay. Fine. Whatever,” I say. “Just tell me what you learned.” I still have no idea how Jacob found out about Steve and Caine, and I hate not knowing. But at the same time, maybe that means he knows what to do in situations like this, where to look for clues.

  “I’ll tell you if you take off your panties and give them to me,” Jacob says with a straight face, like he’s just asked me to pass the salt or something.

  “Are you crazy?” I look around at the other well-dressed diners and the waiters in tuxedos. I lean forward and stare at Jacob across the table. Keeping my voice low, I ask, “Do you realize where we are?”

  “Of course. I'm the one who made the reservation.”

  “That's not what I mean! This is a public place. I can't just take off my…,” I drop my voice down to a whisper, “...panties.”

  Jacob bursts into laughter. He regains his composure under my angry stare and says, “Then I guess you don't want the answers that much.”

  “Damn you, Jacob. You said you were going to help me. You call this helpful?”

  “I’m still helping you. You just don't get to know every detail of how I’m helping you.”

  “What?” My jaw drops. “What kind of weird reasoning is that?” I can't believe he's going to play me like this.

  “You know it makes sense, though. You're not going to be safer if you knew,” Jacob raises one eyebrow and smirks, knowing he's won.

  He looks at the tabletop like his gaze can penetrate the wood and see underneath my clothes at my soaked pussy. One look at my panties and he’d know. He’d know how desperate I am for him, despite my cool exterior.

  Even though Jacob spent the past three nights on my couch, we haven’t spoken much because he wouldn’t tell me how he’d found out about Steve and Caine.

  “What if someone recognizes me? I'm a teacher. Have you thought about how bad I will look if someone from the school sees me?”

  “Yeah, I’m glad you asked. I have thought about it, actually.” Jacob's smirk is beginning to really bug me. He can't blame me if I threw my drink in his face after what he's said and do
ne tonight. He says, “That's why I took you here. For days, I used your back door because you said you didn't want any rumors. Here, nobody knows you as the high school teacher.”

  I can't believe he's planned this. On one hand, I’m outraged that he has the nerve to tell me to go commando. And yet the way he consumes me with his gaze continues to cause tingles in my core. Could I be excited about this? Do I secretly want to do this?

  When the food arrives, Jacob smiles at me and starts eating like we're just a normal couple out having a nice dinner, like he hasn’t just blackmailed me.

  I can’t stand just watching him eat like nothing’s wrong. “Why aren't you saying anything?”

  “I told you, I’ll tell you if you do what I said. I’m ready any time you are.”

  I can't believe I'm actually going to do this. Even when I was on stage, I never had to take my panties off.

  I scoot my ass toward the edge of my seat to hide more of my legs under the crisp white tablecloth. God, it feels so wrong to do something this filthy in such a swanky place. And judging by how absolutely drenched my panties are, I’m loving it.

  I quickly slip my hand under my dress, hook my finger in the waist of my panties, and pull it down. I shift back in my chair so the friction helps to move my panties down my thighs. When they reach my knees, I nudge them with my hand until they gather around my ankles.

  Jacob keeps his watchful eyes on me, his lips growing wider into a smile when he notices me wiggling in my chair.

  I yank my panties off and, taking off one shoe, I let them dangle from my foot. I find Jacob's foot under the table, press my foot against it with the panties trapped in between, and move up Jacob's leg.

  He feels warm through his jeans. I want to feel the front of his pants, see if this is turning him on as much as it is turning me on. But I don't want Jacob knowing how much I want him.

  The entire time, he continues eating like nothing strange is going on under the table, only occasionally smiling at me with satisfaction. That look makes me weak in the knees. Why does his approval have this effect on my body?