Unexpected Surprise

by Brooks, Sarah J.

  He opened the glass door to the terrace, and we stepped outside. The night was warm for November. Typical Los Angeles weather, unpredictable and extreme. I was so enamored with the view I didn’t see the man dressed in a pair of jeans and a polo shirt walk out to join us.

  “Oh, Michael,” Sinclair said casually as he turned to the man.

  “Mr. Harris.” Michael was dressed as he belonged at a polo club, but was this his butler?

  “Can you get a glass of chardonnay for my date and I’ll have a Grey Goose Martini.” His voice was warm, but commanding.

  “Right away.” Michael bowed as he turned and walk away.

  “I was half expecting him to wear a tuxedo and speak with a British accent.” I laughed.

  “Oh, who wants to work in a tuxedo? I have the staff dress up if we’re having guests, but I thought formal attire might put you off.” He turned to me, looking sexy and commanding.

  “I probably would have freaked a little, you’re right.” My heart was beating so hard, I thought he might see it pumping through the dress.

  “Yeah, I figured. I’m not Batman. I don’t live here alone with a grandfatherly, tuxedo-clad servant and cool gadgety stuff in the basement. I don’t save the world. I just make movies. I like my staff to be happy. Happiness makes people more productive. That tip for success I learned early on.” His eyes gleamed in the moonlight.

  I almost lost track of what he was saying. When we first met I was amazed by his gigantic wings and toned six-pack. He was ethereal and rugged. As he stood in the moonlight, his eyes sparkling, I finally saw the real him. The man who wasn’t hiding behind a rough commanding exterior or pretending to be a character from his movie. The man standing before me was one who didn’t fly off the handle when he met his one-night stand in his office and gave her a job. Found out he was a father and still brought her home. The man before me was an incredible person.

  “So, what you’re saying about your employees being happy is, you’re really an evil overlord master-minding your minions?” I felt flirty and playful, so I teased.

  “...and also a Daddy it turns out.” His face broke into a heartfelt smile.

  His butler brought us a bottle of Chardonnay in a silver frosted bucket and a martini glass. He set the glass on the table, opened the bottle of wine, and poured a little.

  “Would you like to sample the wine first, Miss?” He handed me a glass and offered me a taste.

  “I’m sure it’s delicious,” I commented as I took a sip of the cooled wine with a deep citrus bite. As expected it was perfect. “I love it.” I gave him a warm smile as he filled my glass.

  “Enjoy your evening. Let me know when I can get either of you anything else.” With that, he turned to leave.

  “Thanks, Michael,” I said as he walked into the house.

  Sinclair picked up his glass and raised it to the air. “To us,” he said plainly as he chinked his glass to mine.

  I was finally feeling a little more relaxed. “This is heaven.” I wasn’t sure why I was so comfortable, we were still wading in treacherous uncharted waters.

  “It is. You are so remarkably beautiful when you smile. I wish you’d do it more often.” He slid in behind me and kissed my neck, martini glass in hand. “You’re often so serious.”

  “Well, my boss puts a lot of pressure on me.” I wiggled my ass on his cock to make a point. It was so hard and felt just right against my ass cheek.

  He laughed and moved his hand around to my stomach and pressed himself against me.

  “You’re a very efficient and capable assistant. I doubt your boss is that demanding.” He gave my ass a gentle thrust as he sipped his martini. “Have you always wanted to be an assistant?”

  “Oh God, no,” I blurted out. “I mean… Why no, not always.” I shifted my voice to sound more regal… playing.

  He laughed, and his chest and cock vibrated against my backside. “Being an assistant is that bad, huh? Tell me then, what do you want to be when you grow up, Reyna?”

  “Being raised on a farm, the animals didn’t feed themselves. I got up early and had a lot to do before I was free to do anything I wanted. I became good at being fast and efficient. That’s why being an assistant was a logical choice. While I was doing mundane tasks, though, I let my mind wander. I’d create stories in my head and write them down. So, I’m secretly a screenwriter.”

  “How Hollywood,” he remarked with a note of sarcasm as his hand began to course slowly up my body.

  The feeling of his hand and cock through the thin silk material of the dress was making me crazy. I took a sip of my wine and moaned a little leaning my head back onto his as his hand traveled dangerously near my breasts.

  “I just optioned a script to the Fungus Film Lab, so we’ll see where that leads.”

  His hand stopped just as he was cupping my left breast. “That’s a great little indie production house. What’s the film about?” He grazed his finger over my nipple, and I breathed in.

  “It’s about a little troll that wants to be a giant. He sets out to defeat a massive giant plaguing his village and ends up befriending him. The twist is, the giant has a learning disability, and that’s why he’d been so mean to villagers and other trolls. It’s a cute, feel-good film… and it’s funny. I was inspired while I was pregnant with Arianna, thinking of all she might face being raised by a single mom. I loved the little troll idea… everyone is a giant in their own way. I have other films, but a friend of mine hooked me up with Fungus.” I hoped he didn’t mind discussing my film, but I loved talking about the stories I’d written or was planning to write. “I have a love story, Gothic, paranormal… fun.”

  He was driving me so crazy with his hand that it was hard to concentrate. His fingers smoothed over my nipple and back and forth until his hand glided down my body and rested on my hip.

  “I’d like to read it...” His breath was hot in my ear.

  “Sure.” I bit my lip as I felt heat swelling between my legs. He was getting me so aroused.

  “Put it in my reading box on Monday, or you’re fired.” His tongue wet the inside of my ear, and I felt myself gush a little.

  Him wanting to read my screenplay, looking out at the city below like royalty, and his curious hand… I was losing it.

  “I love the little troll idea. Too bad I didn’t get it first. You talk like a true screenwriter; passionate about your work. And if it’s even humanly possible, you’re even sexier when you talk about your work. So… sex first or dinner? I know it’s already pretty late, you must be starving.” He took a sip of his martini, set it on the table, and traced my lip with his chilled thumb.

  “You’re hard to resist.” I stared into his amazing green eyes and felt the connection between us tighten.

  “I’m trying to be; I’m glad it’s working.” His finger traveled from my lip to my chin.

  He planted a light kiss on my lips and thrust his pelvis forward, again I felt his needy cock.

  “My bedroom is there.” He turned me around and opened a set of French doors.

  He opened the doors and revealed a stunning master suite. At the center was a king-sized bed draped in a soft steel gray fabric. On either side of the bed were brushed metal bedside tables and at the right corner was a sitting room and a master bathroom.

  As soon as Sinclair entered the room, he removed his shoes, so I did the same.

  “Well here’s where all the magic happens.” His voice was thick and heady as he stalked towards me. “I plan to have you over and over again.” The look on his face was sexually deviant; we were playing again.

  “Perhaps I’ll have you,” I countered as I grabbed him and threw him down onto the bed.

  “That works too.” He laughed.

  Chapter 15

  Sinclair

  She pushed me onto the bed and straddled my middle as she lifted my shirt. “Arms up,” she commanded, and I obeyed, delighted she was taking charge.

  I liked strong women; they were challenging. I�
��d let her take the lead for a while and then I’d turn the tables on her and send her to the moon. She was my goddess, and I planned on being her god. As soon as my chest was bared before her, she dipped her perfect body towards mine and claimed my lips. Her mouth was warm and sweet. She let her legs drape apart and cradle my steely cock between her thighs.

  My hands caressed her ass and rode her silky dress up higher and higher until it was bunched under her breasts. As her mouth danced upon mine, my hands slid up to find she was wearing quite a substantial bra.

  “What’s with the armor?” I rasped into her mouth.

  She wiggled herself on my engorged cock more. “I have a kiddo to feed. I thought the dress looked better without milk stains on my tits.”

  I almost flipped her under me and fucked her senseless, snarky little vixen. I didn’t want to destroy this slow burn, and yet, I had to be inside of her. She was too much. She ground herself on me, creating a mind whirling friction, scrambling my brain.

  Her mouth parted from mine, and she sat on me, driving my clothed cock up into her warm cavern as she swiped her dress over her shoulders. Her bra was formidable, but her nimble fingers danced around behind her and released her full, erect tits. Wow, they had grown. They were delightfully thick and round. My hands grabbed for them, and she stopped me, kissing my knuckles.

  “They’re full of milk.” Her face reddened some with what I assumed was an embarrassment.

  Right, of course, her breasts would be engorged; she was breastfeeding our kiddo.

  “Does our daughter need milk? Should we do something?” I asked, being clueless about these things.

  At the mention of the word, “our daughter,” my heart stopped for a moment. The enormity of a “daughter” still too daunting to tackle.

  “She’s got plenty.” Reyna’s beautiful smile returned. “But I’m not sure you want it, so I think these might be off-limits until I can pump.” She was playfully smug.

  “I’ve waited too long for them, so I’ll help you. Whatever you need. I just want to get them as soon as I can.” I wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into, but I was ready for it, and more than ready for her.

  “Are you serious?” she asked, surprised.

  “I think so, yeah.” Why not?

  “Well, since you’re um… more dressed than I am. Can you go into the foyer and get my bag? There’s a breast pump in there.” Oh, okay… I could easily say breast pumps were a first in my sexual life. I was game; why not? Her breasts being so full was fifty percent my fault, so I’d help her pump.

  “No problem. Wait here. Why don’t you make yourself more comfortable while I’m gone? I love those panties you’re wearing, dear. I’d like them better, though, if they were on the floor and not on you.” I looked at her with dark seduction.

  This made her giggle as she stood up and wiggled her way out of them.

  “Like this?” she asked as she lifted her hand above her head, dangling her panties between her fingers.

  Standing before me, bare from head to toe, her beautiful body was perfectly silhouetted in the low light. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Her form had changed. Having a baby had given her more curves and a rounded stomach. My groin was pulsating with desire. The most remarkable change, however, was the long thin line drawn across her lower abdomen. She’d had a C-section, and there was a demure scar still a pinkish red. Her battle wound for the effort of birthing our child. She seemed a little worried to reveal the new her, but she kept a brave face.

  She dropped her panties to the ground. “Happy?”

  “I will be,” I growled as I left. “God, you’re gorgeous. Get ready; I’m gonna love every inch of you when I return.” A smile lit across her face, her fears evaporating before me.

  Michael had set her things in the spare bedroom as I’d instructed. I found her bag and finally understood why she carried such a large one. Inside were diapers, bottles, a set of little clothes with tiny butterflies on them. My heart melted. Also, there was a nondescript black sack inside which I assumed was her pump. Not wanting to be caught rummaging through her things I brought the whole bag back to my bedroom. She was waiting for me on the bed, lounging on a large pillow with her legs casually spread.

  She sat up as soon as I entered the room. “I’ll take that,” she said, getting off the bed.

  I set the bag on the table and let her retrieve the pump. “This will take about twenty minutes, sorry.”

  “For feeding our child? Why on earth would a mother ever feel sorry about that?” I hated that her confidence was waning.

  She had to know how beautiful she was and what a remarkable thing she’d done giving birth.

  “It’s just… I feel a little like a cow on the farm.” Her eyes met mine, and then I saw the honesty in them.

  “Nature is nature. We rutted like monkeys in the zoo before all of this pumping business.” I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her soft neck.

  I smelled the lingering scent of her perfume there and the heat of her arousal. “You sure you don’t want my help? I’d be glad to assist in any way I can.” I eyed her enormous breasts and just imagined massaging them as they expressed milk, the sustenance for our child.

  “It’s kind of gruesome.” She bit her lip, and I held her tighter.

  “I seriously doubt it. At least let me hold you while you do it.” I nibbled at her neck, and she sucked in air. “Take your time. I’m just gonna love on you while you milk those fabulous tits.”

  “You really want to help?” She took the pump out and brought two cups and the machine over to the bed.

  She made herself comfortable, and I snuck in behind her. “Yep. I want to help. Show me what to do.” This was starting to be fun.

  “Well, these go on here.” She suctioned the plastic cup to her breast and turned the machine on. It was a little milking machine, pulling at her tit and expressing milk from it. I felt the heat of her embarrassment.

  “You don’t have to watch this.” Her face was flushed red.

  “Okay. I won’t watch.” I kissed her neck. “How about I help with this one. I see you have another pump here.”

  “It’ll make it go faster, I guess.” She was finally conceding.

  “Great, show me how it works.” She took the pump out and did the same thing, suctioned it to her breast and turned it on. “All you have to do is hold it. The pump does the rest.”

  “Darn.” I pretended to pout. “They look fun to play with.” I gave her breast a little squeeze.

  “Um unless you want to have milk all over the sheets, I’d keep the playing to a minimum.” She settled into my arms while the pumps worked on her breasts.

  While she pumped, I nuzzled her hair, kissed her neck, and earlobe. After a while, I talked a little dirty talk, telling her how I was going to suck on her pussy until she filled my mouth with another kind of milk. She laughed and tried to concentrate on what she was doing, but I was a marvelous distraction.

  After twenty minutes, she was done.

  “Good job,” she congratulated me and put everything away.

  As she was packing stuff back up, I took off my clothes. When she returned to bed, I was as naked as she was. My hand lazily stroked my cock, keeping it at attention for her return.

  “Do you need help with that?” she asked in much the same manner I’d asked to help her pump her breasts. “I could go get the pump again.” She had a devilish glint in her eye.

  “Oh, heavens, no. I’m pretty good to go here,” I teased. “All I need is you and that glorious pussy of yours.”

  “Are you sure? Everyone can use a helping hand from time to time.” Her hand moved over mine and lovingly pumped up and down my engorged shaft.

  All my cock wanted was her. I kissed the top of her head, letting my hand drop to my side. I just enjoyed the feel of her skin on mine. After a few gentle strokes, her warm mouth came down over the tip of my cock. Her hot tongue swirled and lapped up the lubricant dribbling out. My balls ti
ghtened under her expert care. It wouldn’t take much to make me blow. If she deep throated me, I’d be a goner.

  I propped myself up on my elbows. “I’m really ready for you, love,” I said, encouraging her to move on before I shot cum in her mouth.

  She licked down my shaft and gave my balls a sweet kiss.

  “Are these mine now?” I asked, moving my fingers over her nipples, touching the tender areolas.

  She presented her beautiful breasts to me. “Do what you will, sir. They’re all yours.”

  I massaged her wonderfully soft tits for a minute before I leaned into her and popped one in my mouth. I could taste the sweet milk still lingering on it, so I sucked hard. It was only a taste, enough to understand what breasts were really for.

  “Oh,” she moaned, “my God.” Her voice was ragged and aroused.

  She must’ve been sensitive after pumping. I swirled my tongue around the tender bud before moving on to the next. I was quite impressed with how well she had recovered from having a baby. The baby weight barely showed, and where there was a little extra softness, it only made her more sensuous.

  I enjoyed exploring her new curves. While I’d only seen her body once before, I loved the subtle changes motherhood had given her. I worked my way down to the long scar across her belly where our child was brought into the world. The thin deep pink line looked proud and perfect, the remnants of a harrowing night. I kissed her round belly focusing on her belly button as she squirmed.

  “My body has changed a lot,” she confessed as if it was some sort of crime to have given birth.

  “I was just thinking about how much I love this part.” My voice glided over her soft skin as I extended my tongue to taste the painful scar.

  Her body arched, and she let out a graveled groan.

  “Does it hurt?” I stopped for a moment.

  “No, it’s just… it… feels weird.” I wasn’t sure she liked my licking her scar, but she didn’t seem to hate it. “Shall I continue or ease on down the road?”

  “Continue.” Her breath was throaty and impassioned.

  “Well, then. I love every inch of you.” I kissed her scar before I descended to graze my stubbled chin across her pelvic bone.