by Jenika Snow
She gripped the blanket on either side of her and bit her lip hard. “I’m always this wet for you.”
“You want my cock, baby?”
“Yeah,” she said with a tight voice. For several seconds, all he did was move those fingers up and down her slit, faster and faster until she was moaning for more, begging for his cock. Then when she was about to curse at him to shove his dick inside her already, to stop tormenting her with the teasing, Rory removed his hand from her pussy and showed her the glistening digits. For a second, she tried to suck air into her lungs, and then he brought those fingers to his mouth and sucked the cream off.
God, he was so dirty, so fucking filthy, and she loved every minute of it. When his fingers were licked clean, Rory then leaned down and kissed her, speared his tongue into her mouth, past her lips forcefully, and made her taste herself. Without breaking the kiss, he reached between them, placed the tip of his monstrous cock at her entrance, and for a second just stayed there, not moving, not breathing.
The night and shadows wrapped around them, and the sound of the music and water lapping at the shore filled her head. He looked down at her, the darkness shrouding part of his face, making his eyes seem so dark. While holding each other’s gazes, he started to push his big cock into her. A gasp left her at the feel of him. He was stretching her to the point of pain, but that discomfort soon spread and morphed into pleasure, ecstasy that moved through her entire body and consumed her.
Sweat beaded along his brow, slid down his temple, and she wanted to lean up and lick it off. He made these low grunts as he started pushing into her and retreating. Over and over he did this, his face a mask of strain and concentration, and his eyes trained right on her. When he placed a hand on her hip, keeping her stationary for his penetration, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, just absorbing it all.
Her pussy squeezed at his cock, like the damn thing had a mind of its own.
He groaned, slamming his hands on the truck beside her head. The sound of his flesh hitting the metal, even though the blanket blocked it, filled her head and vibrated her body. “Don’t do that, baby, or I’ll come before I get you off.”
She reached up, wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, and pulled him forward for a kiss. He groaned against her lips, and in one hard, quick thrust, buried himself fully inside her again. His balls slapped her ass, the root of his cock rubbed her clit, and she clenched painfully, pleasurably, around his cock.
Wrapping her legs around his hips, digging her heels into his firm, muscular ass, she urged him to move within her.
“Fuck—”
“Me…” she panted. “Fuck me.”
His chest rose and fell, and she slipped her hands under his T-shirt, ran her nails over his hardness, and gasped when he jerked his hips forward. His chest was smooth, hairless, and she ran her fingers over the ridges of his six-pack. He closed his eyes and started moving in and out of her faster now, a little harder. When he opened his eyes, he stared at her for several long seconds but continued to thrust deep inside her.
The stretch and burn of having him in her, his large cock stretching her every time he penetrated her, had her head dizzy and stars moving through her vision. Sweat started to line her temples as she held off, straining not to reach her orgasm. She wanted it, but she wanted this to be prolonged.
Lena reached down and started rubbing her clit back and forth, not needing the extra stimulation, but she did this as much for a little extra pleasure as she was for Rory having some visual excitement.
“Fuck, that’s hot, baby,” he said in a harsh voice.
His breathing was guttural, and she felt it cover her face and neck, the humidity from it making her hotter. The discomfort and pain of him being inside her waned, and the pleasure became dominant.
“Kiss me, Rory. I’m so close.”
He didn’t deny her. He slanted his mouth on hers, kissed her for several seconds, but then broke away. Rory grabbed her hand, brought the finger that had been rubbing her clit to his mouth, and licked the digit, sucking the wetness off.
Rory was pounding into her frantically now like a man possessed. He rocked back and forth, slammed his cock into her pussy, and she felt her orgasm climb.
The hard, very male grunts that came from him had her pleasure exploding within her. There was a tightness that started at the base of her spine, moved throughout her entire body, and claimed every inch of her.
“Your pussy is so hot and tight, so fucking wet.”
The sound of their sex slapping together, of her pussy sucking at his cock was obscene and erotic. Lights danced in front of her vision, her body tingled, and she curled her hands into his biceps. She held on tight as he thrust hard and fiercely into her, making her body move up an inch on the truck. A gasp left her when he slammed into her especially hard.
Neck arched, throat bared, and moaning out as she climaxed, Lena couldn’t grasp reality, didn’t even want to. Rory grabbed one of her breasts, curled his big palm around it, and made these guttural noises. He moved his hand to her other breast, curved his fingers around it, and even though she still had a top on, she swore it felt like he had his bare hand on her flesh.
Her orgasm crashed through her, stealing her breath, her very sanity.
“Oh yeah, baby. Christ, I’m coming.”
“I’m already there,” she managed to moan out the words.
He grunted and groaned, and picked up his speed. He pumped into her once, twice, and on the third time slammed his dick so hard inside her that she slid up on the truck bed again. She felt him coming, felt the hard, hot jets of his cum filling her. His big body was so tense above her, and his muscles constricted and relaxed repeatedly. All Lena could do was ride out the pleasure, the high, and pray she landed on solid ground.
Once both of them were sated and out of breath, he sagged on top of her, and for several seconds, they lay there, neither speaking but both trying to gasp for air.
When he finally pulled out of her body and lay beside her, she curled into his chest, held onto him, and finally let the tears come.
“I don’t want you to leave me, Rory.” He held her tighter, and she inhaled his scent, memorized it, and knew that this was going to be hell.
“Neither do I, baby, but I swear I’ll come back to you. I’ll always come back for you.”
“I know you will.” Even though she believed him, trusted him above all else, that didn’t assuage her insecurities, fears, and worries. All she could do was love him, wait for him, and hope that this really was for the best.
10
Two months later
“I miss you so much it hurts, baby.”
Lena lay on her bed, the sound of the clock ticking beside her the only noise filling the otherwise tense, stressful situation she felt like she was in.
“Ten more months to go,” Rory said, but she hated that he counted down.
“I know how many months, Rory.” Closing her eyes and breathing out, she rubbed a hand over her forehead. She was so tired, feeling like she’d been running a marathon the last month. Sitting up and balancing the cell between her shoulder and ear, she started unbuttoning her top.
“Baby, don’t be like that.” He sounded so exhausted, and she could only imagine the strain he was in working all day. Although she’d love to talk to him every day, the truth was she was lucky to get a couple of phone calls from him every week. He texted her more often than he called, but she couldn’t be upset. He was working his ass off, and she was trying to get ready for school next month.
“You’re right. I’m just tired.” Tossing her shirt into the hamper by her bed, she started undoing her bra. Her breasts felt heavy, and even the air hitting them had her wincing for a second because they were so sensitive. Cupping one of the mounds, she felt discomfort fill her. They seemed bigger, too. Her period was never regular, and although she’d gone months without having it, she’d never worried, not until she’d started having sex.
But sh
e wouldn’t tell Rory about any of this, wouldn’t worry him while he was away and trying to focus on his job. It was probably just the stress from the situation and because of Rory leaving.
Lena looked over at the bedside table, stared at the small white plastic back atop it, and could see the small, rectangular box within it. Yeah, she was worried about the stress of school and Rory leaving, and that was probably why she hadn’t gotten her period, but she also had gone out and bought a pregnancy test because … she just wasn’t sure.
“I’m going to get some sleep. I have to get up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow.”
“Get some rest. We’ll text later.”
“I love you, Lena.”
She smiled, and her eyes started to tear up. “I love you, too.”
Closing her eyes and breathing out harshly, she hated the situation all around. Rory wasn’t here, and if she was pregnant, her dreams of getting her degree would be shot, or at least would take her far longer to acquire than she’d planned. She also knew Rory couldn’t just up and leave the job, not unless he wanted to be screwed for future jobs from that company.
Her parents were working the night shift, and she knew that if she just went to sleep, maybe the morning would look better. But Lena couldn’t sleep with that pregnancy test staring at her from only a few inches away. Grabbing the bag, she headed to the bathroom. After she did what she needed to, she set the stick on the counter, washed her hands, closed the toilet lid, and sat back down.
It was supposed to take only a couple of minutes, but God, that felt like an hour. When she was certain the test had enough time, Lena picked it up, took a deep, steadying breath, and stared down at the screen.
Her world crashed down around her at the sight of those two pink lines, and at the fact she was pregnant.
Pregnant.
She was going to have a baby.
Rory’s baby.
She was alone for the next ten months, and she didn’t really have any close friends to talk to about this. She shoved the test in the plastic bag with the box, went back into her room, and shut the door. After sitting on the bed, she grabbed her backpack and shoved the plastic bag in it, zipped it up, and shoved it under her bed. God, Lena was screwed, and she didn’t even know where to start to get through this.
Looking at her phone, having the need to call Rory and talk to him, because he’d always been the one she turned to, Lena decided that until she knew what she wanted to do, she wouldn’t stress him out. If she decided not to have the baby, Rory would never have to know. He already had so much shit to go through as it was. He didn’t need this extra hassle.
Lying back on the bed, she curled her arms around her knees, closed her eyes, and let the tears come.
11
Three days later
Rory hauled the wheelbarrow of sand to the pad that would be part of the foundation and dumped it over. He did this over and over again, the hot, summer sun beating down on him. Wiping his forehead with the back of his arm, he looked around at the men working on the prison. They were a long ways from being done, and the work was grueling, but in the end, he just kept telling himself it was worth it.
“Rory, go get those bags of concrete and bring them over to Stu,” one of the guys in charge yelled out.
Rory grabbed a bag of concrete, hauled it over his shoulder, and went back for another one after he tossed it where it was needed. Being so far away from Lena was hell, and when he got back to the motel the crew was staying out, that flea and roach trap of a shithole, he was so fucking tired he had a hard time just finding the energy to pick up the phone and call her. But he needed to hear her voice to help wash away the stress and grime of the day.
More times than not, he couldn’t even fall asleep right away, no matter how tired he was, so he’d lie there and think about not being there for Lena when she started school, not being able to hold her, touch her … fuck her. No, he made love to her, he made her feel good, made her scream out for more.
God, he missed her.
“Rory, man, you up to let loose tonight?”
He looked at Greg, one of the guys from Arizona who was working on the job. He didn’t know any of these guys aside from the two he worked at the garage with back home, but he’d come to be friends with a lot of the guys, although they’d never hung out more time than it took to drink a beer.
“Let loose? You mean guzzle a beer and crash for the night?”
Greg set a two by four beside a pile of others, grabbed the rag hanging from his shoulders, and wiped off the sweat and dirt from his face. “Nah, well, yeah on the guzzling beers. No work tomorrow means being able to actually enjoy the drinks.”
“I’m already fucking tired, man. I don’t think I’ll last,” Rory said and grabbed another bag of concrete, moving it toward the others.
“Come on. Don’t be a pussy.” Greg was determined, that was clear. “It’ll be good for the guys to get together and let loose.”
“At the motel rooms? I’m sorry, but you gonna cram everyone in a room?”
“Hell no. I ain’t being stuffed in a small room like a sardine with a bunch of men.”
Rory chuckled. “I don’t know, Greg. Sleeping on my day off sounds about right.”
“You can sleep all you want tomorrow. Just come and party. I’ll know for sure where it’s at when the shift ends.”
Rory thought about it as he continued to work, and although he should have said no, these men were away from their loved ones as well and obviously wanted to let loose and forget about that shit for at least a few hours. The more Rory thought about it, the more it sounded like a better idea.
“All right.”
Greg slapped him on the back, his grin wide. “Thatta boy.”
Rory chuckled again but got back to work. The sooner this day was over, the sooner he could chill for a while before crashing for the next twelve hours.
Rory hadn’t meant to drink so much, but after work and when he’d gotten cleaned up and ate, he’d headed to the house of one of the local guys that was working on the job with them. The living room was packed with a lot of the guys from the jobsite, but there were also a lot of women, ones who were wearing “fuck me” clothes, hanging off the guys’ arms, and screaming, “I’m easy and ready.”
He was drunk, and right now crawling into bed at that rat motel sounded like heaven. But he also couldn’t deny that it felt good not to worry about anything right now except what was the next drink he’d have.
He’d been working his ass off at the jobsite, and he missed the hell out of Lena.
He pushed past people and headed into the kitchen. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and tossed his empty bottle into the trash.
“Hey there.” One of the girls came up, her blond hair clearly not natural because of the black roots, and her tight as fuck shirt barely covering her chest. She was also wearing these pants that looked like they should be worn under another piece of clothing, or maybe something she’d wear when she went to bed. The bleached blonde leaned against the counter beside him, looked up with this smile he assumed was trying to look seductive, and moved an inch closer.
“Not interested,” he said before she could say or try anything. But clearly, she didn’t care because she turned and faced him, pressing her tits to the side of his arm, and he shrugged her off again.
His cell vibrated in his pocket, and he knew who it was before he even saw the screen. He missed Lena so fucking much and thought about her constantly, but he didn’t think talking to her right now was probably the best idea. He put his cell back in his pocket, took a swig from his beer, and felt the room spin. He’d had a few shots, several beers, and was already trashed. He should stop right now and either hitch a ride with someone who was heading out or just call a cab.
He moved away from the blonde with the big tits, headed up the stairs to the bathroom, but when he tried the knob and heard the moans coming from inside, he walked over and leaned against the hallway. There was a room right ac
ross from him with the door open, the light off, and currently free of people fucking.
He could sit on the edge and wait until they got done screwing in the bathroom, and then once they were done, and he’d taken his piss, he’d leave. He wanted to go back to the motel and call Lena, hear her voice, because she always made shit seem better. He was in a strange state, around people he’d only known for a few months, and it was real damn lonely.
He made his way into the bedroom, stumbling and having to reach out and hold the wall to steady himself. He felt like he was getting drunker by the second. Damn, he couldn’t even hold his alcohol anymore, but maybe that was a good thing. After he was sitting on the bed, he got his phone out and started texting Lena.
He’d let her know it was too noisy right now, but he’d call her when he got back to his room. He just didn’t want to talk to her all fucked up like this because it did shame him in a way.
Rory stopped texting for a second and scrubbed a hand over his face. He needed to focus, suck down major amounts of water, or maybe throw up and get some of this alcohol out of his system. Opening his eyes and focusing on the cell again, he finished his text.
Baby, going to have to call you later. Too noisy here for me to hear you.
He read the text a few times, making sure it made sense, and then hit send. He shoved his cell in his front pocket and laid back. He’d just rest a minute until they were done, then find someone to take his ass home. But as his eyes closed, the heaviness slammed into him, and he felt himself drift off. No, he couldn’t pass out here, and not now. He needed to get back to his motel room.
The sound of a woman giggling had him prying his eyes open and forcing himself to sit back up. The blonde from downstairs with the too tight shirt was leaning against the doorframe. She came inside, but Rory tried to stand, not about to be trapped in here with her. But he was so drunk that when he went to stand the room tipped and spun and he had to sit back down.
