by Nikki Chase
“Yes,” Heath says with a big grin stretching from ear to ear as he gets up and stalks around the desk to approach me, “I have heard about pregnancy hormones making women horny, too. And of course I’ll be happy to help you with that.”
“Uh… Thank you?”
Heath chuckles. “You’re very welcome.” He stands to the right of my chair and leans down, supporting himself with his hands on my armrest. “Then, kitten, if that’s not a problem, why have you insisted on finishing me with your mouth?”
Heat creeps up my neck and fills my face. I bet I look like a boiled crab right now.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Heath says, “I love having your pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Some nights when I’m at home, I jerk myself off to the memory of you staring up at me with my hard cock stretching your mouth.”
Heath’s words only fan the fire in my core. I can’t help but think about Heath with his fist shuttling up and down his thick shaft, fantasizing about me. God, that would be a sight to remember.
“I love it when you swallow every last drop of my cum. You always look like you enjoy it,” Heath says.
“I do enjoy it.” I don’t usually like giving blowjobs, but with Heath, it’s different.
Firstly, he has the perfect cock. I know, I know. There’s no such thing as the perfect cock because every one of them is a special snowflake. But Heath has the One True Snowflake. One Snowflake to Rule Them All. I start to wonder what movie that’s from, but it doesn’t matter. I was about to describe the perfect cock.
It’s big, thick, and hard as rock. The velvety skin, the spongy head, the bulging veins along the shaft… It’s the perfect specimen.
And the noises he makes… Jesus, those grunts and groans. They haunt my nights and force my hand down my panties as my pussy aches for him in the darkness.
Looks like we both suffer at night when we’re apart. Maybe his idea to move in together isn’t so bad. I’m going to do it eventually anyway, as soon as I get pregnant. So what’s the difference if we do it now?
Heath leans closer and levels his gaze at me, looking straight into my eyes like he’s trying to read me. “I’m happy to hear that you enjoy it, kitten, because I do too. But tell me one thing, why haven’t we fucked yet?”
“Oh. I… Uh… I was waiting for you to… Umm…” I stammer.
“You were waiting for me to ask you, just like this?” Heath asks.
“No,” I say. This is hardly the sexiest way to initiate sex.
“Because when you were sucking my dick and I pulled you away, you just did it harder and made me come. Care to explain?” Heath gazes deeply into my eyes, searching for answers. “Do you maybe want to back out? Have you changed your mind about having the baby? Because I need to know if you have.”
“No,” I answer quickly. “I haven’t changed my mind. I’m not backing out.”
If anything, I’m looking forward to experiencing the magic of pregnancy and labor. I can’t wait to see what a baby that’s half Heath and half me would look like.
“Then what’s wrong?” he asks again.
“Nothing.” I raise my gaze to meet his. “I just… I wanted you to… make me.”
Surprise registers in Heath’s sculpted features. His blue eyes widen and his thick eyebrows jump up, but soon he gets over it and his lips curl up into a sexy, hungry smile.
That’s the predator I’ve been waiting for. I knew he was holding back, and I wanted him to unleash his primal desires on me.
Without saying a word, Heath circles my chair. As he moves his hand along my armrest, his fingers graze my arm and my shoulder.
From behind me, Heath bends forward until his lips are almost touching my earlobe. I can feel his hot breath on my neck, and it sends goosebumps all over my skin.
“I thought you said you weren’t like the submissive girl in your story?” Heath whispers.
“I didn’t think I was. But maybe I am, just a little bit.”
I feel a huff of hot air on the back of my neck as Heath chuckles. He drags his lips across my skin, waking up my nerve endings with a heavy dose of pure pleasure.
Then, just like in my story, Heath says, “You’re in trouble now, kitten.”
What happens now? I haven’t begun writing the next part of the story.
Heath grabs the hair on the back of my head and turns me around to kiss him. His free hand travels down my front, undoing my buttons one by one. He grabs my tits roughly before he takes off my bra.
With one hand pulling my hair and the other one pinching my nipple, Heath says, “Get on your knees, kitten.”
The marble tiles feel hard and cold under my knees, but that’s not where I’m paying attention. I watch, rapt, as Heath unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.
“Pinch your own nipples,” he says.
I’m still wearing my pencil skirt, and I’m only naked above my waist. For some reason, this feels more indecent than being completely naked.
My boss is standing in his business suit, fully clothed, except for the open fly and the perfect cock jutting out through the opening. And I’m on my knees in my disheveled office wear. It feels pornographic.
Heath looks down at me and watches as he strokes his hard cock. His other hand rests on my head, guiding me forward. “Open your mouth,” he says, almost growling.
I swallow and part my lips. With my fingers on my own nipples, I can’t hold on to Heath’s thighs or push him away if it gets to be too much.
This feels like such a submissive act, and I’ve never done anything like this. But there’s something about Heath that make me crave being dominated. I know he can give me what I need, and so far he’s proving me right.
Heath presses the head of his cock against my lips. A clear glob of pre-cum has gathered at the tip, and I dart out my tongue to take a lick at the thick, salty liquid.
“Fuck,” Heath curses, his voice hoarse with lust.
That’s the kind of noise that will fuel my midnight fantasies. My core clenches as arousal drips out of me.
“So you want me to be more forceful with you, huh, kitten?” Heath asks.
I look up at him and nod, letting my lips slide up and down his shaft as I do, taking him in deeper into my mouth.
“Be careful what you wish for.” Heath grabs my hair and slides his hard cock inside. He thrusts in and out of me. His shaft gets slicker as it gets coated by my saliva.
I let Heath control the depth and the speed, while I just stay there on my knees as his cock saws in and out of my mouth.
He’s using me, and that’s exactly the way I like it. The way his cock twitches against the inside of my mouth… It drives me crazy, knowing that I’m driving him crazy. I can feel his pulse with my tongue.
As usual, when Heath gets close to coming, he pulls away. I start to suck him harder, but he knows I want to be overpowered today.
He pulls me by the hair before I get a chance to make him spill his seed on my tongue.
“Get up,” he says, his voice low and dark.
My legs are weak from having been on my knees, but I obey.
“Get naked. I want to see all of you,” he says, his gaze roaming all over my curves, searing his desire into my flesh.
Under his watchful eyes, I reach behind me and unzip my skirt. I let it fall to the floor, then pull my panties down, too.
My face grows hot as Heath stares at me like he owns me. His gaze lingers at my chest, which is rising up and down with my every breath. Then he shifts his attention to the juncture of my legs, where some wetness has escaped.
Heath pushes me against the wall and gets down on the floor. Before I realize what he’s doing, he runs his tongue over my wet folds, making me gasp. With every lick, arousal grows inside of me.
“You taste so good, kitten, but it’s time for my cock to get in there,” Heath says.
He gets up to his full height and corners me, his sturdy body blocking me and his hands on the wall caging me in.
“I’m
going to fuck you hard and put a baby in you,” Heath says with a lopsided smile.
In one smooth move, he grabs my thigh and pulls it up against his side, then he bends his knees slightly so his cock is right at my opening.
I’m so slick he only has to push gently to glide inside me. I gasp as he enters me, his gaze trapping mine as his thrust takes my breath away. My lips part with desire and I look up at him, begging him for more with my eyes.
But he tortures me, keeping his movements slow and giving me just a tiny bit more of him every time he pushes into me. Heath just smirks as I push my hips forward, offering more of myself to him. I bite my lower lip and whimper in frustration.
“Heath, please…” I say breathlessly.
“What do you want, kitten?” Heath asks. “Please what?”
“Please…” My sentence hangs in the air as I interrupt myself with a moan.
“Say it clearly,” he says as he pulls out of me again, slowly, agonizingly.
“Please, Heath…” I look into his eyes, but I realize he’s going to make me say it. “Please fuck me.”
“Say you’re begging me,” he says, clearly enjoying this. His blue eyes darken dangerously.
“I’m begging you. Please fuck me,” I say between pants.
Heath smiles and stares at my face as he slowly pushes back into me. But this time, he doesn’t stop halfway through. He spears balls-deep inside me, stretching the walls of my pussy and impaling me with his cock.
He’s bottomed out. Good. I’m filled to the brim. Any bigger and he’d tear me into two. Like I said, it’s the perfect cock.
I let out a moan, and Heath puts his hand over my mouth. “Be quiet, kitten. People may hear you if you get too loud.”
I bite my lower lip until it hurts, until I suppress the urge to scream. But Jesus, the way his cock strokes my insides… His cock rubs deliciously against the sensitive spots in my pussy. I don’t know if that’s my G-spot or if the G-spot is even real, but right now my whole pussy feels like one big erogenous zone.
I’m already close to coming from all the teasing and the build-up. I’ve been waiting for Heath to take control of my body, and now that he has, it feels even better than I could ever imagine.
Heath watches intently as I start to shudder, my pussy muscles clenching around his cock. “That’s right, kitten. Come. Come on my cock. Cream yourself all over me.” He picks up his speed and starts to fuck me harder, sending me over the edge.
At the edge of my consciousness, I realize Heath is coming, too. He grabs my hips tightly and pulls me onto his cock, even as he slams into me. Every thrust is urgent. The need for release overpowers everything else.
“Come inside me, Heath,” I moan. My body shakes involuntarily.
Heath goes into overdrive at my words, his fingers digging into my flesh almost painfully. He fucks me with abandon, chasing his own peak. He grunts as he unleashes with one deafening blow. His breathing is erratic as he explodes inside my soaked pussy.
Heath tenses and grinds against me before he comes down from his climax. Then, gently, he pulls me into his arms and leans his forehead against the wall. “Fuck, kitten, that was amazing,” he says.
“I know,” I say, just as blown away by him.
“Move in with me?” he asks.
“Okay,” I say, without thinking twice.
“Tonight?”
“I’ll go home and pack now.”
“I’ll pick you up at the end of the day.”
Kat
“Tell me what he’s like, in bed,” Jane says excitedly on the other end of the line. “I still can’t believe you didn’t jump him earlier, by the way. I wouldn’t have waited for the ink to dry on that contract.”
“I don’t know. He’s good, I guess,” I say into my phone.
I was okay with giving Jane all the sordid details in the beginning. But ever since I moved into Heath’s apartment, I’ve been holding back on the deets.
I don’t know why. I’d never had any problems telling Jane all about my conquests previously, but somehow this feels different.
Maybe it’s because Heath’s famous and this could be a huge scandal if the story got out. But that’s not it. I trust Jane to keep this a secret.
I just feel like… Heath has such a public persona that strangers know lots of little things about him—things that I don’t even know about him. So when I learn something about him that only I know… I kind of want to keep it to myself.
“That’s all?” Jane asks. “Come on. Dish.”
“I can’t talk now, Jane. I just got a good idea for my story and I want to write the next part now, before it gets away from me. My challenge of the day is to write four thousand words.”
“Wow, that’s a lot.”
I’m failing at my other challenge, which is to remain indifferent to Heath, so I need to step my game up some other way to make up for it.
“I know,” I say. “I should go now. Thanks for the bank account details, by the way. I’ll set up some kind of an automatic payment schedule so you’ll get my portion of the rent every month.”
“Thanks, Kat. I hope I’ll find a new roommate soon so you won’t have to keep doing that. I’m really not looking forward to it, though. You’re, like, the best roommate ever. I know it’s temporary and I haven’t even met the candidates yet, but I’m already disappointed in my new roommate.”
I laugh. “I’m sure you’ll find someone nice, Jane. Miss your face!” I say before I hang up.
Sorry, Jane, but Heath’s the best roommate ever.
Don’t get me wrong. Jane is great. I lived with her for years, and I had no complaints. I’d move in with her again in a heartbeat.
But she’s no Heath.
Apart from the fact that Heath lets me stay in his outrageously spacious penthouse apartment with views of the New York City skyline rent-free, he also has impossibly high cheekbones and a jaw that has been chiseled by the gods themselves.
With looks like that, he can get away with anything. Seriously. When he looks at me with those sharp blue eyes, I forget everything and as if hypnotized, I nod along to anything he says.
And let’s not forget the fact that he’s been fucking me the way I’ve always wanted to be fucked, the way no man has ever fucked me before. I don’t know how I’ll ever go back to normal, vanilla sex after Heath.
After only a couple of weeks, I’ve already made myself at home in this apartment. I like it here, and that’s not just because it’s a nice place, but also because it’s Heath’s place. His scent permeates the space, marking everything within the apartment as his. I wonder if I have that same scent on me, too.
I know it’s still a long way away, because I’ll still be here through the nine months of pregnancy and the first few months after that for breastfeeding, but I’m starting to dread going back home to live with Jane again.
Yes, I prefer Heath’s company to my own best friend’s.
It’s strange. I don’t know Heath as well as I know Jane, simply because of the length of time I’ve known them.
But with Heath, it’s like I’m a hungry black hole. Every little thing about him—down to the brand of shampoo he uses—is interesting. I can’t help my curiosity. And every little thing that I learn about him only fuels my desire for more.
Like right now.
Heath’s just told me why we had to buy that particular wine from the south of France. His dad has a brain tumor and, even though he’d gone under the knife to get rid of it, it came back and now it doesn’t look like it’s going away. He’d always wanted to try this wine so Heath got it for him, in case he’d never make it to the south of France himself.
I thought rich people didn’t have problems, but I guess I was wrong. Some things can’t be solved with money.
I wrap the soft knit blanket tighter around my shoulders. It’s warm because it’s the middle of summer, but the wind is pretty strong up here, among the tall buildings. The blue in the sky is deepening into a pre
tty purple.
“So did they like the wine?” I ask, changing the subject from Heath’s dad’s illness to something a little happier.
“Yeah,” he says. “My dad has always been into wines, so a good bottle is always a safe choice for his gift.”
I smile. “They’re lucky to have you as their son.”
“I’m lucky to have them as my parents, too,” Heath says.
I’ve come to enjoy our conversations. Every night, I’m sitting up here, either going through the catalogs of successful romance authors, or working on my own manuscript. And each night, Heath finds me here and tells me about his visit to see his parents.
He does that every day after work, which I think is really sweet of him. I wish I had someone like him in my family, someone who’d show me that level of concern.
“What about your family?” he asks.
“I told you. I don’t want to talk about that.”
“Come on,” he says, giving me a smile as he twists his body on the couch we’re sharing so he’s facing me. “I told you about mine. It’s your turn to tell me about yours.”
“We never agreed on that,” I retort.
“With a little more practice, you’d make a mean negotiator, kitten,” he says with a chuckle. As the colors in the sky deepen, Heath’s pupils dilate, darkening his blue eyes. He says, “But I happen to be pretty good, too. How about you tell me just one thing about them? It can be anything.”
I let out a sigh. I know he’s not just going to let this go. He can be like a dog with a bone sometimes. But a part of me is happy that he’s as curious about me as I am about him, even though my life is evidently a lot more ordinary than his.
“My dad was an author. Is. I don’t know,” I say finally, staring out into the distance, at the glossy, tall buildings with glass surfaces that reflect the weakening glow in the sky.
Even though we’re all the way up here, I feel like we’re in a secret garden because of the lush shrubbery growing in big pots placed all over this outdoor deck. I feel like whatever I say here will remain here.
“You don’t know if your dad still writes?” Heath asks.
“I don’t even know if he’s still alive.” I catch the look of pity in Heath’s eyes and, before he can say “sorry,” I decide to tell him something happy. “He used to read me bedtime stories. When I started writing my own fairy tales, he gave me critiques and suggestions. We had a lot of fun writing stories together.” I pause. “We said we were going to do a father-daughter book tour together.”
