Sex, Vows & Babies_Mixed Into Love

by Rochelle Paige

  It felt like it took forever before my body stopped shuddering and I could open my eyes enough to focus on Dane. I found him kneeling between my legs, staring down at me while his fist was wrapped around his hard length. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, watching you come and knowing I was the one who took you there.”

  He positioned himself against me, rubbing the head of his cock against my opening, and I froze and tried to clench my legs together. “Crap,” I mumbled when his startled eyes searched my face. “About that. Other than me, you’re the only person who’s ever done that.”

  He cocked his head to the side, his passion-filled eyes flaring even hotter. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

  I lowered my eyes as I nodded, an embarrassed flush creeping up my neck and onto my cheeks. “I’ve never done this before. It’s new to me. All of it.”

  “So sweet.”

  He pressed his body against mine and swiped his thumb across my cheek.

  “So precious.”

  He kissed me gently on both eyelids.

  “So mine.”

  He captured my mouth in a deep kiss, our tongues tangling together until my embarrassment disappeared.

  “But we don’t have to do this yet, not if you aren’t ready.”

  My eyes drifted back open, and I stared up at him so he could see how much I meant what I was about to say. “No. I want this. Now. Here. With you.”

  He tilted his hips and nudged inside me, about an inch. Maybe less, but it felt like I was being stretched wide. Slipping his hand between us, his thumb circled my clit until I loosened around him a little. He slowly worked his way in further until he bumped against the barrier.

  “You sure you want this?” he asked again.

  “Yes.” I dug my nails into his ass.

  “It’s going to hurt,” he warned, his expression turning remorseful.

  “Now, Dane. Do it already!”

  His eyes didn’t leave mine as he surged forward, tearing through the proof of my innocence. It was more painful than I’d expected, but also more profound—taking him into my body and feeling a sense of connection that defied the short amount of time we’d known each other.

  He held still, seated deep inside me, waiting for a signal from me. He was shaking with the effort, and his fingers bit into my waist. When the pain started to lessen, I wiggled my hips experimentally, making him suck in a harsh breath.

  “You feel so fucking good. Almost too good. If you keep moving like that, I’m not going to be able to hold on to my control for long.”

  I wrapped my legs around his body and dug my heels into his ass. “I’m good now. You don’t need to hold back anymore.”

  He reached under me and lifted my hips higher, and I swore he went even deeper on his next thrust. After a few hard pumps of his hips and his mouth tugging on one of my nipples, I flew apart again, my walls pulsing against his cock.

  “Mine!” he roared as he followed after me, my pussy milking his cock.

  “Wow,” I breathed after he collapsed onto the mattress next to me and I managed to catch my breath. “That was amazing.”

  “Incredible,” he agreed.

  “But fast.” I hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but it slipped out anyway.

  Dane didn’t seem to mind, laughing as he pulled me into his arms. “Fast can be good, especially when it means you won’t be as sore tomorrow.”

  With his mention of the next day, even though I’d just lost my virginity to him, I was already thinking about doing it all over again.

  5

  Dane

  “This is really where you want to go today?” I asked, staring up at the unique white building with a rounded awning and plenty of windows while we walked across the quad hand-in-hand.

  She laughed, her blue eyes lit with happiness. Then she tried to race ahead, tugging me along with her. “Haven’t you learned not to ask me that question yet?”

  She made an excellent point since her choices over the last few days often had me wondering, starting with Chick-fil-A the first night. I was willing to take her pretty much anywhere she wanted to go, regardless of cost, but she was happy playing tourist at all the usual places. We’d already been to the Fox Theatre, the Georgia Aquarium and a Walking Dead themed zombie tour. When she’d pointed at the World of Coca-Cola as we left the aquarium and said she wanted to do it the next day, I’d groaned a little at the thought. And yet, there I was—heading inside with her.

  I dutifully followed her through the museum, enjoying the section about the history of the business. I laughed my ass off when Addilyn couldn’t resist trying to touch the vault that supposedly held the secret recipe, making her jump back because an alarm went off. It was more fun than I expected—except for when I wanted to punch a polar bear in the face when I took her picture with the mascot, and he slipped his arm over her shoulders.

  The tasting room was another story altogether. It started off well with the usual flavors, but it went downhill from there.

  “Here, try this!” Addilyn shoved her tasting cup into my hand. It was filled with a golden-yellow beverage. I took a small sip and wrinkled my nose at the super sweet taste.

  “It’s almost like drinking bubblegum.”

  “It is,” she giggled as she filled my cup with a sample from Brazil. “Here, this one should be better.”

  The flavor was closer to ginger ale with a hint of berries and helped wash down the sweetness of the one before it. We worked our way through each of the stations, and the naughty sparkle in her eyes made me ultra-cautious when she handed me an Italian drink named Beverly.

  “Why do I feel like you’re up to no good?”

  “Who? Me?” she asked innocently. “Whatever could you mean? I just wanted you to try the most popular drink in the tasting room.”

  The attendant standing a few feet away from us tried unsuccessfully to stifle their laughter at her antics. I shifted my gaze her way, and her face heated at being caught.

  “Is it really the most popular flavor?”

  “It is,” she answered cautiously.

  I turned back to Addilyn. “I’ll try it, but you’re going to give me something I want to taste later.”

  A pretty pink blush tinted her cheeks, but she nodded in agreement knowing exactly what I meant. She should, too, considering how I’d become addicted to devouring her pussy.

  I sipped at the drink, barely able to swallow down the bitter fluid. My lips twisted and I shoved the cup back in her hands.

  “And that’s exactly why it’s the most popular,” the attendant added. “The reactions to Beverly are priceless.”

  Addilyn gulped the remainder down, licking her lips when she was done. “Bitter doesn’t bother me,” she said as she wagged her eyebrows. Considering how she’d swallowed my come down after giving me her first ever blowjob, I couldn’t really complain about her preference for bitter fluids and she knew it. So did my cock, and I had to shift as it hardened and pressed against my zipper at the thought of her plump lips spread open around it.

  “Lucky for me, you’re so damn sweet,” I whispered in her ear as we wandered towards the last section of drinks to taste. I looked at the selection we could pick from and muttered, “I just want an orange pop or something simple.”

  “You mean a Coke,” Addilyn corrected.

  “No, I don’t want a Coke. I want an orange pop.”

  She found it on the screen and poured one for me. “Just so you know, down here it’s called an Orange Coke.”

  “An Orange Coke?” I echoed, shaking my head. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

  “Maybe not to a Northerner like you, but that’s what it’s called anyway.”

  As we exited the museum, they handed us each a glass bottle. “Now, this is a Coke.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she laughed while we wandered around the souvenir store. We didn’t find anything she wanted, so we headed back to the hotel. She’d been staying with me since that first nig
ht, even though her roommate hadn’t been around when we’d stopped back at her apartment to pick up some of her stuff. Addilyn had tried arguing about it, insisting that she’d be safe there, but I’d refused to let her stay anywhere else but with me until the end of her Spring Break. She’d eventually caved, getting all misty-eyed when I’d told her I didn’t want to be apart from her so soon after taking her virginity.

  What I hadn’t told her was that she wasn’t going back there once school was back in session either. I figured that was a fight for another day, after I’d tied her to me in as many ways as I could. I wanted her addicted to the pleasure she could only get from me, the same way I’d become obsessed with giving it to her. Over the last few days, I’d come to know her body almost as well as I knew my own. I’d explored every peak and valley, but that didn’t stop me from wanting more. Wanting it all—my ring on her finger and my baby in her belly.

  She was only twenty, but I’d been pleased to learn she was planning to graduate a semester early and only had one more to go. Even if I knocked her up right away, she’d be ready to give birth right around the time she was done with school. It was probably selfish of me, but I couldn’t bring myself to give a damn. Not when I knew she was mine, and had been from the moment she’d let me inside her tight pussy and I popped her cherry.

  I never wanted out of it, but I tried to remember how new to all of this she was and to take it a little easy on her. That didn’t mean I wasn’t on her every opportunity I had, though. There were plenty of other things I could do besides sinking my cock deep inside her. Speaking of which…

  As soon as we made it back to my suite, I lifted Addilyn off her feet and dumped her onto the couch, following her down onto the cushions. She’d worn a flirty little skirt when we’d gone out, making it easy for me to smooth my hand over the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her breathing escalated, and I knew she was already wet.

  Skimming my fingers higher, up to her panties, I groaned at the feel of the drenched fabric. “You’re fucking soaked for me, baby.”

  Her lips parted, and a soft whimper escaped.

  “I want my something sweet,” I growled, ripping her panties down her legs. “It’s later, and I earned it with all that crap you made me taste at the museum.”

  She lifted her hem until her skirt was bunched around her waist and parted her legs. “I’m not going to argue, not when I’m the one who benefits most from having your mouth on me.”

  Her voice was full of need, huskier than usual. My cock hardened even more at the sound, and at the sight of her glistening pussy spread out before me to feast on. It felt like my cock was going to tear through my pants, I was so desperate to be inside her. But I’d taken her once today already, when we’d woken up, and she’d been sore afterwards. The poor bastard was going to have to remain patient a little bit longer, while my mouth enjoyed every minute of the wait.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered, kissing and licking my way up her inner thigh. After I nudged her legs further apart and wedged my shoulders between them, I spread the puffy lips of her pussy apart with my thumbs. “And so fucking mine.”

  Bending my head low, I licked her pussy from bottom to top, flicking my tongue over her clit at the end. Her flavor exploded on my tongue, and like an addict it made me crave more. I devoured her—nibbling and sucking until she begged me to let her come.

  “Please, Dane,” she panted. “I don’t think I can take any more. I need to come.”

  Tightening my hold on one of her hips, I thrust my tongue into her tight, little pussy. Her walls clenched around me, and I knew she was close. After one more slow swipe of my tongue, I clamped my lips around her clit and sunk a finger inside her. Twisting and pumping my wrist while I sucked on her clit and flicked it with my tongue, I relentlessly pushed her higher and higher until she shattered in my arms. Right where she belonged.

  6

  Addilyn

  As we pulled into the parking lot at Stone Mountain Park, I could hardly believe it was already Friday. A whole week had passed since Dane walked into the bar and basically swept me off my feet. In some ways, it felt like the time was flying by. In others, it was as if it had been much longer than a week. We’d been together non-stop the whole week, so it was almost as if we’d been dating for—I had to do the math in my head; if the average date lasted for about three hours, and we’d met one hundred and sixty hours ago— four or five months.

  We’d managed to cram an entire relationship into one week, and it was hard to picture going back to my life without Dane in it. But I refused to think about him leaving on Sunday, not when we still had the weekend to spend together.

  I smiled up at him as he helped me out of the car. “It’s the perfect day to be outdoors.”

  “Then I guess it’s a good thing you finally let me make our plans for the day.”

  “Whatever,” I laughed. “I’m the one who tossed it out as a suggestion, and the only planning you did was to plug the address into your phone for directions.”

  “That’s what you think, but maybe I’ve got some surprises in store for you today.”

  We were making our way to the entrance, but I stopped to look up at him. “You didn’t need to do anything else. This week together? It’s been amazing.”

  He pressed a kiss to my forehead, making me feel all squishy inside at his show of affection. “But I want to do more, Addilyn. I’d do anything for you, so you’re just going to have to get used to it.”

  We hadn’t really talked about what was going to happen past this weekend, but he made comments like that all the time. He was acting like we’d have a future together, but I didn’t see how it would work with him in Chicago and me in Atlanta. I wasn’t going to graduate until December, so leaving the city wasn’t an option for me. And he owned a bar up north, so I didn’t see how he could move down here. It was a problem, but one I hadn’t broached with him yet because I was almost afraid of what his answer would be. Instead, I focused on the time I knew I had with him. Like today.

  “C’mon,” I urged him.

  We grabbed our wrist bands and headed to the Summit Skyride first. We’d made it to the park right when it opened so there weren’t a lot of people around, and we had the high-speed cable car to ourselves.

  “I’m a little nervous,” I admitted softly. “I’ve never been on something like this before.”

  “It’s okay, baby. I’m right here with you,” he assured me, pulling me into his side and wrapping his arm around me. As we rode up to the top of the mountain, we stayed nestled together. Each time I looked out the window, Dane distracted me with a kiss. By the time we made it to the top, the cable car was the last thing on my mind. All I could think about was finding excuses to get Dane’s lips on me again.

  Then we stepped off the cable car and made our way through the building and back outside. The views were stunning from eight hundred and twenty-five feet above the ground. Especially when we reached the edge to stare out at the Atlanta skyline.

  “I’ve lived here for three and a half years, and I never realized how gorgeous the city was.”

  “I’m sure it’s beautiful, but it doesn’t hold a candle to what I’ve got my sights on.”

  I turned my head his way and found him staring at me instead of the amazing view. “Stop,” I laughed, pulling his head down to be able to reach his lips. The kiss started off gently, my mouth brushing against his lightly before I swiped my tongue across his bottom lip. Then his mouth opened, and he took control. The kiss grew more demanding. More passionate. It spun wildly out of control. We were both panting for breath and didn’t lift our heads again until we heard the sounds of a conversation drifting our way.

  “Whoops, I kind of forgot where we were for a minute there.”

  “Only a minute? I guess I’ll have to do better next time.” He grinned at me, completely unconcerned about us having an audience.

  “One of the things I like the most about the time we spend together is how much
fun I have with you.”

  “So it isn’t all the orgasms I give you?”

  I heard a gasp from behind me, but I didn’t turn around. I didn’t want to know who’d overheard him. Instead, I yanked on his arm and headed back to the cable car area. “I think you need to work off some of your spare energy. You’re a bit too smart-mouthed this morning.”

  “Only because I didn’t get to work off my energy the way I like this morning,” he grumbled as we climbed onto the cable car.

  I’d woken up before him and snuck into the shower to get ready, which meant we didn’t share one like we’d done all week long. But I’d wanted to get to the park when they opened to avoid the crowds, and showering with him slowed me down big-time since he spent as much time dirtying me up as we did getting clean again. “You snooze, you lose, bucko.”

  We explored the rest of the park over the next couple of hours. We played a round of mini-golf, which I somehow won—probably because Dane let me. Then we took a ride on their full-size locomotive train. It had open-air cars and circled the mountain for about five miles. The trip lasted about half an hour, and we spent about twenty-five minutes of it kissing. Then we headed out on a tour in an open-air vehicle that went from land to water and back again. The tour guide was fantastic, and I was blown away by the idea that we were able to take a cruise on Stone Mountain Lake without having to change vehicles. I even got to take the wheel and drive it for a couple of minutes. It was wild!

  Afterwards, we headed to their ropes courses that went through the treetops. I’d never done a hike like it before, and I was even more nervous about it than I’d been about the cable car when we first arrived.

  “Let’s do the highest one,” Dane suggested, moving us into the line for it after they’d strapped us into harnesses.

  “I don’t know about this,” I muttered when we passed the first course about twelve feet up. Then we reached the next one, twenty-four feet off the ground, and my knees started to shake. When we finally got to the top, a full forty feet in the air, my whole body was trembling.