Friends with Benefits

by Amy Brent

  “She’s my best friend. My only confidant and—

  “You’ll do as I say. I think you need to be reminded of who the boss is in this relationship.” His hand snaked to the back of my head, and he pulled me close to kiss me. His tongue stroked mine, and I melted against him in heaven, but then he pulled away.

  “You don’t intimidate me. What are you going to do?” I knew I had him right where I wanted him, and taunting was what I did best.

  He reached for his belt and undid it before backing away and pulling it off.

  “You won’t hit me with that.” I scooted back, but he reached out and pulled me closer.

  “I’d never hit you with anything, silly girl. But I do think this could be useful. Maybe I’ll tie you up with it?” He belted a laugh and then undid his pants. “Stand up and undress.”

  I did as I was told wondering why it had taken us so long to get naked, and then he reached for my hand, and when I took it, he pulled me down into his lap where he’d slipped off his pants revealing his thick erection. One of his hands stayed around me, and the other massaged my stomach.

  “You promise me you won’t make me worry about you. Don’t run from me and don’t keep anything from me, Gemma. If we do this, we’re in it together. Do you understand?”

  “I agree. So, that means you’ll tell Lila soon?”

  “I’ll tell Lila in my own time. Don’t argue with me about it. I’ve got another baby girl’s need now to tend to.” A warm feeling washed over me. I was his baby girl now too like I’d always wanted. He lifted my legs up and turned me in his lap so that my legs were draped over his arm. Then he rubbed his thick cock against me and then nudged it inside my pussy as he kissed me deeply. I didn’t have to do too much but kiss him back as he rocked me against him, thrusting his cock up into my tight hole.

  I hissed in a breath. “It feels so good.” I threw my head back, but then he reached up and stroked my tender nipples, and I cried out as my first orgasm rolled through me with a shudder.

  “That’s a good girl. Feels good, doesn’t it?” He moaned and brought his mouth down to me again. It was like being consumed. His cock slicing me apart into little pieces and his mouth devouring me.

  After a moment, he lifted me up and turned me around to face him, his eyes darting down to my tummy. He placed his hand there and leaned forward, putting his mouth on my glistening pussy. I moaned and rested my hand on his head and then his kisses trailed up to the taut skin of my tummy, circling my navel, while his hand trailed up my thigh and found my soaking slit.

  “I’ll be gentle with you,” he whispered.

  I moaned and rolled my head back. “Please don’t. I want it.”

  “Oh, you want it hard, don’t you? How about we work up to that?” He stood and walked me to the bedroom where he sat on the bed. Then he pulled me down into his lap again, this time both of my feet could touch the floor and his cock pressed hard into my crack.

  I raised up, and he centered his cock against me as I inched down on him slowly. He stretched me to my max and then some. I hadn’t realized that through the weeks my little slit would tighten so much. Whitt enjoyed it too, and I could tell by the way he moaned into my ear, sending chill bumps down my back.

  “Are you cold, baby?”

  “No, it feels so good. I’ve missed you.” He held my hips and pumped me on his cock, and before long I had a nice steady rhythm, and he reached his hand around to flatten it against my tummy.

  As he did, he kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Yeah, baby girl, that’s so good. I can’t wait until you’re nice and round with our baby. I’m going to fuck you so good. You’ll love pregnancy sex. Lila’s mother always did.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear about Lila’s mother, while his cock was rammed deep, but I didn’t mind the soft vibrations from his voice against my ear. It created a nice little tingle in my pussy, and soon I had another orgasm.

  My body seized up, and I gripped his cock with my walls and milked him.

  Suddenly he lifted me up and turned us around, and I face-planted on the bed. Then his hips kicked into overdrive as he fucked me hard. “You tell me if that hurts, baby, but I need it.”

  “Take it, Whitt. Take all of me.” He saw the comment as a suggestion, and after he had stilled, which he said was to edge his release, he put me on my knees before him, my mouth watering hoping for a nice reward.

  “You should take all of it, Gemma.” He held his cock as I closed my hands behind my head, interlocking my fingers so he could hold onto my forearms to pull me closer and deeper. His cock slipped in and out of my throat, farther than I’d taken him before, and I wondered where he wanted to put it. In me or on me?

  I thought about the cook and how he’d sprayed her breasts, and before I knew it, he was rough fucking my throat, hard and fast. I truly was taking it all. I gagged and coughed as I pulled away, and he lifted me up and lay me back nudging between my legs. His hand stayed on my stomach almost protectively, and he put his head into me and eased inside.

  “That’s our little baby in there, Gemma. You’re going to have to listen to me and let me take very good care you. Do you understand? I was so crazy with worry for you.” His hips worked harder, and by the time he got through talking, we were slapping together, our bodies creating a clap that rattled the walls.

  “Yes, so you really want to do this with me? Have our baby?” His earlier comments about getting rid of the baby had me worried, and I hoped he wasn’t settling.

  “Yes, more than anything. I didn’t even know I wanted it until you told me, but I wasn’t about to let my heart want it until I knew you were going to keep it. I’m so happy, baby.” He leaned down and kissed me, and he kept his lips locked tight on me as he thrust hard bringing on his own release.

  “I’m happy too, Whitt.” Knowing his heart was full of happiness for me and the baby made my chest swell with pride. I loved him so much, and now we had something to share with one another.

  I’d let him have his way and behave, not fighting him when he wanted to take care of me, and for once I’d finally have something that I’d never dreamed I could have; a family of my own.

  Chapter 23

  Whitt

  Gemma was an amazing girl, and I couldn’t wait to have her big and pregnant beneath me, and the vision was clear in my mind as I filled her up.

  That’s what had gotten me into the situation in the first place, but it felt so amazing sinking into her and dousing her with my seed, that I couldn’t help myself. It wasn’t like she’d get any more pregnant and while I felt a bit guilty for not being more responsible and putting her in the situation, I know, I’d probably do it all over again the same way even though my life was basically screwed. Gemma deserved better too.

  She yawned and fell against me. “Are you feeling bad?”

  “Just weak.” She ground her hips and smiled as if she wanted me to know she was still hungry for more.

  “Let’s go shower. It will make you feel better.” I stood and lifted her up to carry her.

  “That sounds good.” She let out a sigh, and I relaxed in my arms. “Besides, I can’t have you falling asleep with your mouth full.” I laughed a wicked laugh, and she giggled.

  I put her down once in the bathroom, and as she leaned over to turn on the shower, I slid my hand between her cheeks and under to cup her mound. She was still slick and wet, and when I slid my fingers in she was loose from my cock stretching her.

  She moaned and steadied herself against the shower wall, and I stepped inside and offered a hand.

  “I want more.” She reached down and stroked my cock, and it swelled even bigger in her grasp.

  “Take it then.” I put my hands behind my back, and instead of her kneeling down and sucking me, she put her arms around my shoulders and lifted herself up, balancing her feet on the sides of the tub, and centering herself before working down on it.

  I brought my hands around her waist and steadied her. “Gemma, be careful.” She weighed so
little that I lifted her up and pushed her back against the shower wall, thrusting myself deeply, brushing my cock against her g-spot which was still puffed and prominent from before.

  She moaned and leaned on me, melting against me as if we were fused; still worn out from the strenuous morning. And just when I thought she’d lost all of her energy, her orgasm had her holding on tighter and grinding against me.

  Her channel pulsed around my cock and I poured into her, pulling her down so hard against me, her nails dug into my back as she cried out. I pulled out and washed her little slit, my load dripping into my hand before then washing down the drain.

  “Let’s get to your bed,” I said as she leaned against me. I walked her on lazy legs, her own as clumsy and awkward as a baby giraffe’s, to the bedroom.

  She climbed into bed and snuggled down into the covers as I stretched out beside her. It was the middle of the day, but I knew she’d soon drift to sleep, so I stroked her back.

  As I stared at her peaceful body, I couldn’t help but think she had a long road ahead and I was grateful that she’d decided to keep the baby. I just wasn’t sure I was ready to be a father again.

  I heard the soft purr of her breathing and glanced over to find her sleeping. I had wanted to stay with her until she was settled, but I really needed to get back to work.

  Ashley was coming to the office to talk to me about her resignation. After the incident with Gemma, she’d changed her mind on our sexual arrangement. I couldn’t blame her, and though I hadn’t been so sure it was the best thing last week when she first hinted, with Gemma’s situation, I knew it was right all along.

  I kissed her cheek and sat up, and there on the bedside table was a tablet with a pencil resting on it and a half-drawn smudgy image.

  I leaned across and pulled the book to my lap and flipped through the pages. Gemma was a talented artist, and I couldn’t get over the attention to detail she’s put into the sketches which looked to be drawings similar to one of my spas. I turned the page to find another of a gorgeous pool and fountain, and one with a grand entrance that was unlike anything I’d seen. If Ashley did go through with her resignation, I just might be in the market for a new designer. And Gemma just might have a job.

  I leaned over and put the tablet back in place, hoping not to disturb her, but her face twisted, and she winced as I eased her back in place.

  “Are you okay, Gemma? You look a bit green.” I had no sooner said the word, when she crawled from the bed, still naked with damp hair, and hurried to the bathroom. I hated to leave her. I got up and pulled on my pants, but before I could make it into the bath to check on her, I heard her front door open.

  Someone had a key to her house, and it could only be one person. Gemma heaved, and I turned around contemplating where to go as Lila’s voice rang out.

  “Gemma? It’s me, Lila. I just came by to—

  I stopped in my tracks as our eyes met and the shock on her face was pure horror as she looked me up and down. My hair was damp, and I had only put my pants on. My underwear lay on the floor beside me, and I wasn’t wearing a shirt. There was no way I could deny anything, no more lies, no more excuses, the truth was out. I’d always known that one day one of my lies, which were solely in place to protect my daughter, would come out.

  “Daddy?” She stepped forward and picked up my shirt which was close to the bed. “What’s going on? You are sleeping with Gemma?” Her mouth hung open, and she shook her head. Tears filled her eyes as she threw my shirt at me.

  I held out my hands in a calming motion. “I can explain,” I said the words, but I had no idea what the hell I was going to say to fix any of it. It was a bad deal all around, and no matter how I tried to explain it, someone was going to get hurt.

  She lifted her chin and squared her shoulders, looking so much like her mother that for a moment I felt as if I’d cheated on her. “Save it, Daddy! You’ve done nothing but lecture me about Daniel and our age difference, and you’re sneaking around with Gemma who is my age!” She wrapped her arms around her stomach and stared at the floor.

  “Mother would be sick,” she whispered. Then she met my eyes with a defiant glare. “I’m moving out, and I’m marrying Daniel, Daddy, and there’s nothing you can do or say about it.” She pointed to the floor and stomped her foot, and I was one second from taking her over my knee and giving her a spanking. I’d done it a few times in her childhood and decided that type of punishment didn’t suit me.

  Anger had my blood pumping, and though I knew she’d been upset to see me there, she was not going to talk to me that way. “Watch your tone, Lila. I’m still your father.”

  “Father? What a joke! You’re sleeping with my best friend who you practically raised no less.” She narrowed her eyes. “How long has this been going on?” She flashed me a burning look so full of ire that I was shocked I didn’t drop dead.

  The awkwardness stretched out as I paused. “Since I hired her on at the office.” I wasn’t going to dignify her with an explanation of our first kiss and decided if Gemma wanted to fess up on that one, she could. “You’re not up and moving nowhere, young lady. We’ll talk more about this when Gemma feels better.” She was heaving on the other side of the door, which she’d pushed shut upon hearing Lila’s voice.

  Lila spun and glared at me. “I suppose you are going to threaten me now and take away my trust fund? Disinherit me? Well, it’s happening regardless, Daddy, because I’m pregnant!”

  It took me a moment to register the words and then my eyes narrowed, and she took a step back. “Lila.” My baby was pregnant, and so was Gemma? How could this be happening all at once? I knew I couldn’t be angry considering, so I stepped forward and pulled her into my arms. She was stiff a moment and then she collapsed against me, tears pouring from her eyes and splashing my bare chest.

  She pulled away and stared at the floor wiping her eyes. “I’m so scared, Daddy.” I hated hearing the words from her mouth and hoped that Daniel had been at least as good a sport as I had been. “I love him, Daddy. I just want you to love him too. I don’t want to bring my baby into the world where the two men that mean most to me can’t get along. Daniel’s willing to try; he just wants to be accepted by you. He knows how important it is to me.” She pulled back and stared at my bare chest. She looked like she was struggling to find her next words. “Do you love—

  The bathroom door creaked open, and it took a minute to see that Gemma was in trouble. She’d pulled on a bathrobe, but hadn’t had the strength to tie it before she stumbled out seemingly incoherent and collapsed.

  Lila screamed and headed across the room, and thankfully, Gemma wasn’t banged up much, but for a skinned spot on her chin.

  “We’ve got to get her to the doctor. She’s stone-cold, and with her being sick, she could be dehydrated.” Lila moved fast and grabbed Gemma some clothes as I got my own back on. Then I scooped her up and ran to the car as fast as I could.

  She roused about halfway to the emergency room, but I was not turning around, not with my baby on board. Lila had tried to push a little water from the sports bottle she’d taken from her purse, and she got her take a few sips.

  “I’m sorry, Lila,” she whispered, but Lila shook her head. The two were piled in the backseat like they had been as teens when I’d take them to the mall. And I glanced back in the rearview almost expecting to see my daughter as my little girl.

  “You could have told me. Now hush and save your strength.” Being a forgiving person, I had a feeling that Lila wouldn’t stay angry long and when she heard about the baby, I knew she was going to be excited. So, I hoped. But I wasn’t going to tell her until we both could, but all I worried about from the moment Gemma hit the floor, was if she’d lose the baby.

  Chapter 24

  Gemma

  I didn’t know what had happened to me when I roused in the bed and felt Whitt leaning over me. I’d caught the crinkle of the paper and figured he was looking at the sketches I kept by my bed. It had been my nightly
ritual to sketch a design, and as of late most of mine had been in reference to hotels and resorts.

  As soon as Whitt’s weight had shifted around me, it was like I’d suddenly lost my balance only I was lying down.

  I’d been so queasy, and though I was alert when I’d heaved, nothing had come out. I’d already expelled all I had in me, and there was nothing left. My mouth was dry as a bone, and I coughed, and my throat felt like I’d swallowed sand.

  I remembered the moment Lila had arrived and how I’d heard them arguing, and it was all so hazy and hard to tell what was a reality. By the time I heard something about a baby, I couldn’t tell what was being said or comprehend, but I thought that Lila knew all about me being pregnant.

  In the car when I tried to apologize, I knew she was disappointed in me and if I hadn’t been in such terrible shape, I knew that burning in her eyes would have been anger against me.

  I never wanted to disappoint her, and I’d been so selfish in my actions that I couldn’t blame her if she decided that we couldn’t be friends anymore. She deserved better than a friend like me. I’d targeted her father since we were younger, and though I loved him dearly, I should have stayed away.

  I felt the car lurch as we stopped and then everything was moving very quickly. Whitt reached in the backseat to scoop me up, and Lila hurried out of the opposite side to find a wheelchair which they quickly put me in and wheeled me inside. Lila pulled me to a stop in front of the front desk, but Whitt did the talking.