by Sweet, Izzy
I’m on my tummy, crawling to the other side of the bed when he grabs me by the ankle.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
He pulls me back, dragging me across the mattress. My shirt, however, doesn’t seem to want to get dragged back with me. It catches and ends up above my breasts. My nipples rub across his soft Egyptian cotton sheets as he pulls me back to him.
I squeal and kick at him, but it’s useless. His weight comes down on top of me, crushing me. I try to push up from the bed, but all I end up doing is grinding his hard bulge into my ass.
“Oh, I like that,” he breathes hotly into my ear.
I shiver then he’s kissing my neck.
“AJ,” I moan and squirm. His lips are warm and wet as they taste me, teasing me. I’m so weak there, so sensitive. All it takes is a sweeping brush of his lips and he might as well be kissing my clit.
“If you want to come, Hailey, you’re going to have to tell me you love me.”
I feel his tongue lapping at my earlobe. Then he nips me. I jerk, he laughs. I push my ass into him. He groans and stops laughing.
“If you want this,” I counter. “You’ll have to release me.”
“We’ll see about that.”
His weight leaves me and I brace to be moved. A second later he’s rolling me over. I feel a deep, gratifying satisfaction when the sight of my exposed breasts forces a gasp from his lips. He stares at me, his eyes hot and full of hunger.
I take my own breasts into my hands and give them a squeeze. He groans with want as I play with them. I kneading them and lift them as if offering them to him. Moaning softly, I arch my back off the bed, wishing it was his hands doing all of this.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says in admiration.
I feel myself flushing with pleasure.
Embolden by his appreciation, I give both of my breasts one last squeeze then I pinch and pull on my nipples. Before I can even blink he falls upon me.
With a growl, he buries his face between my breasts. He breathes me in and rubs his face against me. I grab my breasts again and squeeze them together. Being squeezed between my breasts seems to drive him crazy. Back and forth he works frantically, his mouth and tongue moving all over me until finally he’s pushing my hands out of the way.
I cry out as he sucks my hard nipple into his burning mouth. He’s so hot and wet. It feels so damn good. Now he’s driving me crazy. He pulls back a hard suck and I’m coming up and off the bed, tasting his name.
“Tell me you love me and I’ll give you what you need.”
His words bring me crashing back to reality. I’m panting, hard. I look down at his face. My nipples are peaked and glistening with moisture. My breasts rise and drop with my every breath. I can’t do it, not yet.
He grins that cocky grin of his and starts kissing a wet trail down my tummy.
Oh no. I know what he’s doing. I squirm beneath him, he increases his pace. I try to sit up, he pushes me back down. I start to wiggle and try to scoot back. He grabs me by the hips to stop me.
“Stay still unless you’ve got something to say.”
I stare at the top of his head as his fingers hook into my boxers. He takes his time sliding them down my legs.
“AJ, please,” I implore him. “Why are you doing this to me?”
He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he bends down and starts kissing me. First he kisses just at my mons. He has to grab me by the thighs to spread my legs. His lips touch down on my inner left thigh. First he kisses down, towards my knee, then he follows a too sensitive line back up that leaves me breathless and twitchy.
“AJ, please,” I say again.
He continues to ignore me. I thought saying his name would get me some mercy from him. He moves on to the right thigh. Kissing, teasing. The sensation is so intense, so close to tickling, I can’t stop twitching.
I feel so vulnerable and exposed in this position. He has me spread wide, completely open. There’s nothing I can hide. He can see every pink bit of me. Especially my growing need. I’m so wet. So swollen. The throbbing just keeps increasing.
His kisses on my thigh have grown closer and closer to my sex. I hold my breath with anticipation. Then I feel his tongue lapping in the junction where my thigh meets my groin.
“Fuck,” I groan out as hot, sizzling pleasure floods me.
Just a little closer, just move to the left a bit, I mentally urge him. I want nothing more than to have him touch me. To have his hot, wet mouth covering me. To have him eating me. The desire is so strong, so intense, I’m moving my ass and hips, needing to get him there.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he chides me and puts a stop to my movement by grabbing me by the waist.
“If you want me to lick your pussy, Hailey, you need to say the magic words.”
“Fuck me,” I groan out and fall back against the bed.
He chuckles, “Those aren’t quite the words I was meaning.”
His head drops back down and he hovers above me. I curse and sit up as he blows his hot breath all over me. The hot air is a torture to my swollen, pulsing sex. It only makes me more aware of how needy I am. More aware of the wetness. Especially as I seem to cool and chill immediately after he stops blowing.
“Say it.”
“I love you.” I’m just as shocked as he is as his head lifts back up. The words just popped right out of me.
He blinks slowly. “What was that?”
“I love you.”
There, it’s out. There’s no going back now. I’ve said it, and by the look on his face, there’s no forgetting.
A range of emotions seem to pass over his face. First there’s surprise as if he wasn’t sure if he heard me correctly. Then there’s understanding. I catch a glimpse of joy before it’s pushed away, replaced by a desperate hunger. I recognize that hunger, I’m feeling it right now but not used to seeing it staring back at me.
“I wanna hear you scream it, baby,” he growls out.
He drops down again. There’s no warning. His hot mouth is suddenly covering me.
I grab at the bed, my nails tearing at the sheet. His tongue, bless that tongue, swirls my clit. I’m so worked up, so on edge, it’s only seconds before I screaming out his name.
I am my orgasm. No other part of me exists. I am electric, thrumming, all-encompassing explosion.
I burst. It’s more than lightning and thunder, it’s a full-blown hurricane. My hips buck and rock. It feels as if I’m swept up by something and carried away. I know I’m flooding his mouth, gushing and convulsing with my release. He licks up every drop. I feel him vibrating, he’s making hungry sounds as his tongue laps at me.
There’s no time to catch my breath, no time to drift back to reality. He appears above me, positioning himself between my thighs. With one hand he undoes his pants. There’s no time to remove them, only enough time to open them.
“I love you, Hailey,” he says so tenderly.
He bends down and kisses me. Then, in one powerful stroke, he drives himself into me. I’m stretching, so full around him. I cry out against his mouth. He pulls back, and then drives back harder, deeper.
I can taste myself through his kiss. His tongue pushes through my own lips. He’s thrusting everything he can into me. I get that feeling again that he’s trying to bury himself in me. The way he clutches me, the way he thrusts himself into me, he’s giving me it all.
Take it, I have no choice but to take it.
I hold on to him. It’s all I can do because the way he’s giving it to me, I feel like if I don’t hold on, I’ll fall off and who knows where the ground even is. Up is down, right is left. I’m bombarded by so much pleasure, so much sensation, I can’t even mentally process all of it. I wrap my legs around his hips. My arms go around his neck.
He breaks the kiss by pulling away and then I feel his hand on my cheek.
“Look at me, Hailey,” he says, his voice strained. He doesn’t stop pumping the long, hard length of his cock in and out of my
wet heat.
My ears hear him, but my brain doesn’t register it. I’m moaning, soft, throaty sounds that roll off my lips, bubbling up from the pressure building in my core.
“Look at me,” he says harsher.
He thrusts hard into me, slamming himself against my inner barrier and my eyes bulge open in surprise.
His eyes capture mine. I feel dazed and confused at first, but the intensity of his gaze feels as if it’s piercing my very soul and shocking me back to reality. I can see everything in his eyes. The barriers are all gone. He’s removing the mask.
At first, I want to look away because it feels as if I’m looking at something I shouldn’t be seeing. Like I’ve taken a wrong turn, stumbled into a room that’s off-limits and glimpsed something that’s secret and meant to be private.
But he won’t let me.
He wants me to see it. His gaze holds mine as if he’s daring me. As if it’s saying, look away and tell me you can’t take it.
I can’t look away, I’m mesmerized by the passion in his eyes. I’m entranced by my reflection. At this moment, I can see the way he sees me and I’m completely floored by it. There’s no doubt left. AJ isn’t just spitting game to keep me in his bed. He loves me, utterly and completely. He might even love me more than I love him.
I watch the break, completely awed and honored to witness the event. His eyes dim, his lips slack, and I feel he’s disconnected for a moment as he lets go. He cries out and just witnessing him reach the pinnacle of pleasure, knowing he’s there because of me, because of his want for me, his need for me, sends me spiraling towards my own.
There’s something so intense about looking into each other eyes as we explode. My own cries join his. I feel his warmth filling me, his cock twitching and pulsing inside me. I grind against him as my walls convulse and milk him.
It’s the most primal, raw thing I’ve ever experienced. We’ve given ourselves completely to each other. It’s as if our very souls just spoke to each other.
When we’re done, he collapses on top of me, his weight causing me to sink further into his fancy soft mattress. I don’t complain, though. I enjoy the weight of him. I start to stroke my hands up and down his back. He practically purrs into my neck. I want to savor this moment forever. I want to savor him.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The following morning, I’m rudely awakened by his air raid siren and I silently vow to change that alarm the first chance I get.
AJ untangles himself from me. He brushes a kiss across my forehead and rolls out of bed. We slept together last night, locked in each other’s arms, comfortably naked. We made love slow and deep while looking into each other’s eyes. I can’t even count how many “I love yous” fell from his lips.
He’s still naked now and I enjoy watching him stand and walk to his closet. God, he has such a nice ass.
He reappears, dressed for work and looking far too much like Andrew. I try to push that thought away. For this relationship to work, he’s made it clear he wants me to think of him as AJ.
I sit up, the sheet drops to my waist. He comes to the edge of the bed, bends down, and kisses me.
“Good morning,” he says as his mouth pulls away.
“Good morning,” I respond and then I can’t help but giggle as he fondles my breast.
This early I’m ticklish.
“Don’t have too much fun without me,” he says wistfully and steps back.
I smirk and give a small shake of my head, “Have a good day.”
He starts to walk out of the room. I let my head drift to the side as I openly ogle his ass. Suddenly, he stops and spins around.
“Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?”
I straighten in surprise, busted. “Uh, sure… I don’t really have anything to wear, though.”
He grins, “I’ll have something sent over.”
“Okay, that sounds great.”
His eyes roam down to my breasts and then flick back up to my face. “Be ready by six.”
I grab the sheet and yank it up. “I’ll be ready.”
“Have a good day, gorgeous.”
“You too, AJ.”
***
I spend most of the day just doing a lot of nothing. It’s great. I take a shower, clothe myself in one of AJ’s work shirts. I roll the sleeves up and wear it as a dress. I enjoy my coffee, eat leftovers for breakfast, and binge out on my soaps.
Later that afternoon there’s a knock on the door. I answer the door assuming it’s the dress AJ said he’d send over.
I’m taken aback as the door swings open. Standing in the hallway is a gorgeous blonde haired woman. By the pinched look on her face and the narrowed look to her eyes, she doesn’t appear to be happy to see me.
A wrinkle of disgust appears on her little nose as her blue eyes take me in from head to toe. “I knew it.”
I want to slam the door in her face for the way she’s looking at me, but she pushes past me and walks into the apartment.
“Is Andrew here?” she asks, her red heels clicking against the floor.
She’s dressed as if she just stepped off a New York runway. Her hair is curled, her makeup is perfect. There’s a black purse slung over her shoulder that probably costs as much as I make in a year.
She walks around as if looking for AJ, as if she’s familiar with the place.
“No,” I answer, lingering by the door. I’m hoping she’ll decide to leave.
“Good,” she answers. “We need to talk.”
I shake my head. “You should leave.”
The woman ignores me. She walks over to the couch and sits down. She crosses one leg over the other gracefully. Then she grabs up the remote I left lying on the cushion and clicks off the TV.
“Did Andrew tell you about me?”
I sigh. I really just wish she’d leave. We look at each other. She looks exactly like every other girl I’ve seen Andrew parade through the office. Expensive and high maintenance.
“Andrew’s not here. You really should leave. I didn’t invite you in and this is his place.”
She smiles as if she’s amused by me. “I’m Tiffany. I’m Andrew’s fiancé.”
I want to smack her across the face. The violent urge unsettles me. I’ve never felt like getting in a fight with another girl before but hearing her say she’s his fiancé while sitting there all haughtily brings out the claws in me. I settle myself down with were. You were his fiancé.
“Normally,” she goes on, “I wouldn’t worry too much about you. Andrew does have his flings.” She rolls her eyes, “I understand men have their needs….”
Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. I walk over to the couch just to grab my phone. I half expect her to stop me. I’m within reach. She smirks at me as I dial Andrew’s number and lift the phone to my ear.
“Are you calling him?” she asks.
I give a curt nod of my head.
The smile that forms on her face makes me sick to my stomach, “Good, let him know I’m here. I came over to tell him the good news.”
“Hailey?” Andrew answers. I can hear confusion in his voice. He’s probably wondering why I’m calling him and not texting him. “Is everything okay?”
She laughs. I feel all the color drain from my face. “I’m pregnant. Andrew and I are expecting a baby.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Hailey? Hailey?” Andrew repeats worriedly.
The phone starts to slip from my hand, snapping me out of my shock. My fingers tighten and I click the phone off.
Tiffany is still laughing as I race for the bedroom. I have to find my clothes, I have to get out of here before Andrew shows up.
I’m such a fucking idiot!
I stop at the door of his closet and lean against the wall. I’m wasting precious time, but I feel the torrent of tears coming. I have to keep it together. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Right now, I just have to survive this. Later I can break down and let it all out. I won’t give Tiffany something el
se to laugh about.
Chin up, I tear through Andrew’s closet looking for my little blue dress. I have absolutely no respect for him and don’t care if I mess up his overly organized crap. Shirts and pants go flying. I pull open his drawers only to leave them hanging on their hinges.
Unfortunately, I come up empty handed. What I wore the other night is nowhere to be found. Even my shoes are gone. Bare foot it is.
I give the closet one last sweeping inspection and almost lose it as I spot the black velvet box on the floor. I must have thrown that jacket and it fell out.
FML I’m the other woman. My chest starts to tighten. I feel like I’m going to be sick. I have to get out of here. I’ve already wasted too many minutes.
I run from Andrew’s bedroom, heading for the kitchen. My purse is on the counter. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Tiffany stand from the couch. I disappear into the kitchen, snap up my purse and shove my phone in it.
“Are you leaving?” Tiffany asks as I rush for the door. “I was hoping you’d stick around so we can discuss this with Andrew…”
Is she serious? If I were her, I’d be saying something like Bye, bitch. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass.
I clench my teeth together and grit out, “There’s nothing to talk about.”
I grab the door handle and yank it open. On the other side is a very surprised delivery man. One hand is raised as if he was about to knock. He’s holding a garment bag in his other hand with a box balanced on the crook of his arm.
We blink at each other and then he clears his throat. “I, uh, got a delivery here for a Hailey. Are you Hailey?”
I hear Tiffany clicking up behind me and I’m half tempted to just push past the guy and continue making a run for it. But I’m shoeless, and there might be shoes in that box, so I say, “Yes, I’m Hailey.”
The delivery guy looks relieved and unloads the garment bag and box on me.
“Oh, what do you have there?” Tiffany asks from behind me, too close for comfort. I can smell her perfume. It’s sickly sweet and reminds me of cotton candy.
