Unexpected: Secret Baby of a Star Athlete

by April Fire

  I could see his cock twitch with excitement as I turned coyly away to slip off my panties, wiggling my ass back and forth for his viewing pleasure before I turned back to give him the full-frontal view. I had no idea where this level of confidence had come from - maybe I’d had it in me all along, or maybe he just brought it out in me -- but I liked it. And, judging from the look on his face, so did he.

  He'd long since cast aside his shirt when he got to his feet and strode over to me, so when he wrapped his arms around me, I could revel in the feeling of our hot skin next to each other’s. It felt good -- familiar yet thrillingly new. Before I had a chance to think, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me over to a small table that sat in the corner of the plane, then laid me out on it. The cool wood made me shiver -- or maybe that was just the look in his eyes when he knelt down between my legs and pressed his mouth against my pussy.

  My back arched off the table at once, my eyes closing so I could focus in on the feelings coursing through my system as his tongue flicked out against my clit. He sealed his lips around the entirety of my pussy, sucking gently for a few seconds, before centering on my sensitive labia and my slit.

  Fuck me, he was incredible. I couldn’t hold back a loud groan of pleasure, and briefly wondered how much the pilot could hear, before putting that thought from my mind and staying focused on the glorious pleasure he was bringing me at that moment.

  I wasn’t sure how long he went down on me for -- it could have been a few minutes, or it could have been a few hours. I was long-lost to the pleasure of it, too taken over to give time much thought. I was inching closer and closer to an orgasm but then, just as I found myself on the edge, he pulled back.

  “Huh?” I sat up, eyes wide and demanding.

  “I want to feel you come,” Jones murmured, quickly fumbling in his discarded jeans for a condom. A wave of arousal shivered up and down my spine and I lay back and parted my legs as he sheathed himself. I eyed him hungrily -- Jesus, they didn’t make them like this very often. He strode back over to me, took one of my legs, and draped it over his shoulder. Leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on my cheek, he positioned himself at my entrance and then, finally, entered me.

  I came almost as soon as I felt him inside me, that feeling of fantastic fullness washing over me once more. My pussy grasped for his cock as he thrust inside of me, and I dipped my head back, my chest heaving, as the pleasure of it tore through my body. I had never come like that before in my life, never found myself truly able to give myself up to the pleasure of a situation with that much readiness. Yes, the truth was still hanging between us and I would need to tell him what was going on at some point or another, but in that second, not one thing mattered to me other than fucking this man in that moment.

  When my eyes flipped open again, I found myself staring up at him. His gaze was heavy and full as he moved inside me, taking his time, as if determined for me to eke every inch of pleasure that I could from this orgasm. Call it my giving nature, but all I wanted then was to feel him come inside me. And not to linger on the fact that it was exactly what had gotten us into this situation in the first place.

  “Come for me,” I murmured, reaching up and touching his cheek lightly. “Please. I want to feel you.”

  That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed, picking up his pace and fucking me hard for a few seconds before he paused, froze, and came deep within me. The moment was perfect. The look on his face, the way his cock moved inside me when he finished, the way his hand tightened on my hip just a little. I could have happily stayed in that moment for a long time -- but then, he pulled out, and I was dumped firmly back into reality.

  Chapter Four

  When we arrived in the city, Jones turned to me as I was slipping my shirt back on over my head.

  “You want to grab some dinner?” He asked, and I shrugged.

  “Why not?”

  “I know this great place across town,” he flashed me a smile, and eyed my body as I dressed myself. “Though I’m tempted to take you straight back to my place.”

  “Hey, you’ve got to at least buy me dinner first,” I joked, and he shrugged.

  “Whatever the lady wants!”

  Before I knew it, we were in a taxi to a Thai place that Jones insisted I would love. We sat in silence on the ride over, both of us enjoying our secret little smiles as we thought about what had gone down on the plane. I knew I should have told him by now, but first -- dinner. That would be perfect. Somewhere neutral, safe, somewhere he couldn’t freak out too badly. It would be perfect.

  When we arrived, I was stunned to see a cluster of photographers waiting outside the place.

  “Who’s in there do you think?” I craned my neck excitedly, hoping I might catch a glimpse of a supermodel or a movie star.

  “Uh, they’re probably here for me,” Jones shrugged sheepishly. I raised my eyebrows.

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, come on,” he offered me his arm. “Let’s just be quick about this and not give them anything to talk about.”

  I wrapped my arms around myself and kept my head down as Jones hustled me past the photographers and into the restaurant. Their cameras were flashing, making me blink uncomfortably, and I wondered who had tipped them off to us arriving.

  “Fuck, that was awful,” I shook my head, and turned to see the crowd of paparazzi still waiting for us. Would my child have to put up with this?

  “You want to just go back to mine?” Jones suggested. “We can get some takeout, and no-one will be trying to take our picture.”

  “That sounds perfect,” I agreed, and let out a sigh of relief. Jones quickly ordered us some food which was rustled up in a matter of minutes, and then we headed back out the door and hailed a taxi before heading back to his place.

  I gaped as we arrived outside the building he lived in.

  “You live here?” I exclaimed, and he looked up at the building and shrugged.

  “Yeah,” he nodded at a doorman, who quickly opened up the giant glass door to let us both in. “On the top floor.”

  “The penthouse?”

  “Damn right,” he flashed me a cocky smile and I couldn’t help but grin back. “Come on, let’s get up there- I’m freaking starving my ass off over here.”

  As soon as we got upstairs, Jones pulled a couple of plates from the cupboard and we went to town on our food. I had worked up a fair appetite with all that fucking, and now I was eating for two. The thought reminded me that I still hadn’t told him, that I was running short on excuses for not having done so. I took a deep breath and turned to Jones as I hovered a chunk of satay chicken a few inches from my lips, but before I could speak, he cut in.

  “So, you made it to this part of the city before?”

  And with that, I was all too happy for the conversation to head down an entirely different route. Yeah, I was being cowardly, but who could blame me? I was terrified, terrified that I was going to ruin his life, that he was going to reject me and hate me forever. That I would be forced into single motherhood rather than choosing it for myself.

  I ate hungrily and let him tell me about everywhere he loved in the city, why he had moved away from our hometown and how little he missed it. He told me how hard he had worked in college to get where he was.

  And then, when I could listen no longer without it being weird, he turned his questions on me- asking about how I got into my job, what I had done and where I had been in the years since I had last seen him. Compared to him, my life seemed so shockingly dull, but he made me feel as though I was the most fascinating woman he’d ever met. But then, he’d always had that skill.

  By the end of the evening, we were curled up on the couch with tea, reminiscing on old times together, all the shit we’d got up to in high school, and how deviant and ground-breaking it seemed at the time.

  How silly and generic it came across in retrospect. But it felt surprisingly good to just talk to him, and I found myself comparing him to how he’d been
back in high school, and how I found him now.

  Before I knew it, a few days had passed and neither of us had made any noise about me going home. I knew I was pushing my luck, but he seemed happy to have me around and I still needed to pluck up the courage to tell him what was going on with the baby.

  I knew it wasn’t fair of me to hold back on him, that I should have been open and honest as soon as I saw him, but…I was falling for him. I was developing a crush on him as fierce as the one I’d had when I first met him back in high school, but this time, I could actually do something about it.

  And yeah, I knew hooking up with him and keeping things casual probably wasn’t the best way to lead up to announcing that I was pregnant, but it gave me a chance to get to know him as he was now, as opposed to the thoughtless jock I’d been acquainted with way back in high school. He had some time off from the season, and we hadn’t made a point of leaving the apartment in a week. I was glad for the privacy, and even more glad for the distraction of his company.

  “You don’t mind me staying a little, do you?” I asked tentatively one morning, after the two of us woke up together, his arm draped over my waist. “It won’t be forever.”

  “Not at all,” he shrugged. “I know what they can be like back in Gravesville, don’t worry. You need some time away.”

  “Thanks,” I smiled at him nervously. Tell him. Tell him now.

  “Besides, you do pay your rent in the most pleasing manner.” He came around the counter and put his arms around my waist, planting a kiss on my neck. I nuzzled against him without thinking, not letting myself linger on how much of a couple we were starting to become. He took a deep breath and leaned away from me, and I turned to look at him.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “Can I ask you something?” He cocked his head at me.

  “Sure.”

  “We’re not…we’re not serious, are we?” He confirmed, his eyes widening with nervousness.

  I shook my head.

  “No, we’re just having fun,” I shrugged, feeling my scalp prickle a little with worry. “Why do you ask?”

  “I…” He trailed off, and I stared at him, eyebrows raised, until he continued. “I’m seeing someone else.”

  “What?” I jumped away from him.

  “It’s nothing serious!” He protested. “I just thought you should know!”

  “Who is she?”

  “She’s just someone I know through work. He held his hands up. “Why does it bother you so much? I thought we weren’t serious!”

  “We’re not!” I yelled, not intending to be as loud as I was. “But…fuck, you could have told me, you know?”

  “I know, I know,” he conceded. “But I wasn’t sure what you saw this as, I didn’t want to disappoint you.” “Come on, Jones, I’m not a child,” I spat at him. “You need to give me some fucking credit!”

  I went to the bedroom, and started gathering my things. Jones followed, his brow furrowed.

  “What are you doing? Are you leaving?”

  “Yeah, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of you dating half the city,” I shot back. I knew it was harsh, but I just…I expected him to be more open about this kind of stuff. I deserved that much, didn’t I?

  “Kyra, come on!” He protested. “I’m being honest with you, I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

  “It is a big deal, alright?” I spat in his direction, my voice so full of vitriol that he quietened down. “Because I didn’t come here to just…fuck you.”

  “Then what? What did you come here for?” He demanded, throwing his arms in the air.

  Was I really going to tell him? Like this? While my emotions were whooshing about the place so hard I could barely keep them in check?

  “I’m pregnant,” I felt tears pricking my eyes as I turned to him. “And the baby’s yours.”

  Chapter Five

  “What in the hell are you talking about?” Jones’ eyes widened at once.

  “I’m pregnant,” I closed my eyes, the words I was saying finally sinking in. “And it’s yours.”

  “That can’t be right,” he shook his head, never taking his eyes from mine. “We used a condom, every time, we were so careful.”

  “Not careful enough, apparently,” I shot back, feeling the enormity of the situation overwhelm me like a tidal wave.

  “Are you sure it isn’t David’s?” He asked. “It has to be. I mean, you guys have had--“

  “It isn’t,” I shook my head. “He-we didn’t have sex for a couple of months before the wedding. We were saving it. We wanted it to be…special.”

  As soon as those words came out of my mouth, it seemed like Jones finally accepted what was happening. And that he was pretty damn angry about it.

  “Why didn’t you tell me before?” He demanded, pacing back and forth next to the bed. “If that’s why you came here, why did you let me…do all that stuff?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Why did you let us do all the dating stuff if you had to tell me this?” He pressed me. “I mean, all this time, you’ve been acting normal, and--” “I wanted to have a chance to actually get to know you,” I replied, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at him.

  “So you’re keeping it?”

  “Yeah,” I nodded. “I am.”

  “And you want me to, what, pay for it or something?” He stared at me.

  “I wanted to give you the chance to be in this baby’s life,” I explained. “It seemed fair. I mean, you would have wanted to know, right?”

  “Yeah, I guess,” he wrinkled up his nose. “But…just not like this.”

  “How was I meant to tell you?” I demanded, exasperated.

  “Just…” he trailed off, letting the unspoken words hang in the air between us. I raised my eyebrows at him.

  “Yeah?”

  “I don’t know,” he sat down next to me, turning his back so I couldn’t see his face. “Do you want me to be…I mean, do you want to raise this baby by yourself, or…?”

  “I don’t know,” I sighed. I didn’t realize how little thought I’d given to all of this ridiculousness, but now we were speaking about it, it was becoming clearer, more blatant.

  “Why not?” His voice was small and a little accusatory, and I snapped my head around.

  “Because you…the life you lead, it’s not exactly conducive to raising a baby,” I pointed out.

  “What does that mean?”

  “You’re dating a bunch of people, you play football all the time and you have training and shit for that, the paparazzi follow you around…” I reminded him. “It might seem normal to you, but…”

  “You don’t know if you want your kid raised around that. Our kid,” he corrected himself.

  “I guess.” My voice was small, the future between us spreading out terrifyingly in front of me.

  “Then why tell me about it at all?” He stood up again. “Why not just fucking have the thing and raise it by yourself?”

  “What?”

  “If you don’t want me raising this baby, you shouldn’t have come here at all,” he snapped. His expression was scattered -- part anger, part fear, part confusion, part something else I couldn’t put my finger on.

  “I had to give you a chance!” I exclaimed. “I had to get to know you before I could make this decision!”

  “Oh, and you got to know me by fucking me, right?” He snapped back. “And that’s your decision made?”

  “I don’t know, I just need more time, this is all such a mess,” I ran my hands over my face.

  “Maybe you should take some time away from me,” he suggested, his voice cold. “Maybe you should go.”

  “You’re kicking me out?” I asked, my voice incredulous.

  “Is it safe for you to travel?”

  “I guess, I’m only a couple of months along,” I replied. He turned to me, and reached over to put a hand on my stomach. His touch made me jump. He quickly withdrew, and turned away from me once more.


  “Then I think it would be best if we both took some time to think about everything that’s going on,” he suggested. “I think you should…go. Now.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah,” he responded firmly. “I just…fuck, I can’t believe you kept this from me as long as you did. I have every right to be pissed, but I don’t think you should be around to see it.”

  I got to my feet defiantly, wobbling slightly, and strode over to the bag I’d dumped in the corner of the room when I’d first arrived.

  “Fine,” I snapped. “I’ll be out of your hair. Call me a taxi and I’ll get down to the train station and you never have to hear from me again.”

  “Never?” He looked up at me, and I could see a flicker of panic in his eyes, a flicker that told me his mind was far from made up yet. I wanted to sit next to him, to lay my head on his shoulder, to talk through with him how we were going to deal with this.

  But if he wanted me gone, I would be gone- the ball was in his court, and he had firmly batted it back in my direction. I had been prepared for this. It was time for me to put my money where my mouth was, and get the fuck out.

  “Well, that’s up to you, isn’t it?” I replied curtly, stuffing my clothes into my bag and swinging it over my shoulder.

  Before he had a chance to say anything else, I strode for the door, not even bothering to wait for him to call me a taxi-I would find one sooner or later, and I needed some time to clear my head as it was. As soon as I heard the penthouse door click shut behind me, the tears began to fall and I I wondered how in the hell I was going to face all of this alone.

  Chapter Six

  I ran my hand over my bump. I couldn’t take my eyes off the way it lifted my shirt slightly, my body growing to accommodate the baby inside of me. It was still an odd feeling; one I couldn’t get my head around in its entirety. I was having a baby. I was only, what, three months or so along, but it was drawing closer with every day, with every minute, and that was both exciting and terrifying in equal measure.

  I pulled myself to my feet and headed through to the kitchen to make myself something to eat; if there was one thing I’d noticed, it was that those extra two hundred or so calories my doctor had recommended per day were frequently turning into a whole extra meal. I didn’t mind too much about putting on weight- it was something of an inevitability, after all. I knew that part of it was just my comfort-eating now that I couldn’t drink to get my feelings out of my head.