Knocked Up

by Christine Bell

  She blushed, then removed the hand that had been gripping him.

  “Tonight, after the party. My apartment?” he asked, his mind already conjuring up the image of the two of them entwined…already feeling her tight channel gripping his cock.

  She wet her plump lips and nodded. “After the party.”

  Hand in hand, they walked back down the stairs to discover the blue and white sheet cake waiting for them, but try as they might, the minutes couldn’t tick by fast enough. All he wanted to do was get Tawny back up to his bedroom and find out exactly how good she looked underneath her gauzy top. He wanted to feel her full breasts in his hands, wanted to twist her pretty pink nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Wanted to see how her body had changed as his son grew inside her.

  And Tawny herself did nothing to help his struggle. For the rest of the party, his phone buzzed every few minutes, and he would open it to find a text from her, detailing exactly what she wanted to do to him. How she wanted to feel him inside her. How she wanted to taste his hard length. How often she’d been thinking about it.

  By the time they got to coffee, Luke was fit to burst, and it was all he could do not to pull her into the bathroom and bend her over, not caring what happened so long as he got to make her every wish come true.

  Then, when Tawny finally said, “I’m feeling a little tired, I hope you guys don’t mind if I call it a night,” he practically ran out of his parents’ house, a giggling Tawny in tow.

  Chapter 18

  "Please tell me you're not actually tired?"

  He snapped the door closed behind them and turned to look at her.

  She was already flushed--though whether it was from climbing the stairs or from the heat of the moment he couldn't tell--and he reached out to her, hoping she couldn't hear the way his heart was practically pounding out of his chest.

  She grinned, then shook her head. "Wide awake. But...are you sure, Luke? I'm fine but I’m not the...I mean, I don't look the same. I might not feel like me." She chewed on her bottom lip and he squeezed her hand.

  "You're beautiful," he murmured, then took another step toward her and brushed her mane of hair back behind her shoulder. Cupping her chin with one hand, he forced her to meet his gaze and he continued, "Your eyes are gorgeous and soft."

  He ran his thumb over her heated cheek.

  "Your cheeks are full and perfect."

  His thumb trailed lower.

  "Your lips are amazing."

  He led her to his mouth and took her worried bottom lip between his own, trying his hardest to kiss away her doubts--to make her see herself the way he saw her. Because in his mind? Belly or no, she was the same gorgeous creature that had strolled across the grass that night at the race. She was the same beautiful girl who had tucked him in after the bar and had let him drag that terrible jersey over her head to see her full, gorgeous breasts.

  "Tawny," he murmured against her lips. "You are everything."

  She sighed, and he swept his tongue out to meet hers, tangling with it until she opened her mouth more for him, letting him explore her and pull her as close as he could. Her belly rubbed against his stiff erection and he knew she could feel his need, could feel how much just looking at her had made him want to explore her body, but he wasn't ready yet--before he took her, he needed her to know how he felt. Needed to show her.

  Gently, he kissed his way down the column of her throat, then sucked the little space above the hollow of her clavicle. "Your neck is gorgeous," he said, then kissed his way back up, sucking the space just below her ear until she shivered in his embrace.

  "Your hair and your ears," he whispered, then buried one hand in her hair, cupping the nape of her neck so that he could brush gentle kisses against the shell of her ear, teasing the lobe with his teeth before kissing deeper.

  Slowly, carefully, he trailed his fingers down her body, over the swell of her breasts, until he reached the hem of her shirt.

  With one quick movement, she grabbed his hand and shook her head. He pulled back.

  "What's wrong, baby?" he asked.

  "Can't we...can't we leave my shirt on. My belly..." Her voice broke a little and he got to his knees in front of her, pushing her hand away before pulling her shirt up over her belly and kissing her just above her belly button.

  "I want all of you," he told her. "Everything. Now take off your shirt. Bra too."

  With quivering hands, she did as he commanded and he stood again, standing back to see all of her.

  It was true the swell of her belly was bigger than he'd ever seen it before, but she was all the more beautiful for it. Her skin glowed even in the low light of his room and as he took another step toward her, he brushed against her sensitive skin and traced his way up to her full, beautiful tits.

  "Your shoulders are perfect," he said, skating over one stiff nipple until he reached her shoulder. From there, he dragged his nails down the toned length of her arm and up again.

  "Your breasts..." This, he wanted to tell her with his lips. He stooped down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, laving the perfect little circle, pausing only to pluck the sensitized tip with his lips.

  "Luke..." she breathed, but he didn't stop. Instead, he moved to the next breast, massaging the other in his hand as he sucked deeper still, loving the way her back bowed into him as he moved.

  "I want all of you," he told her again, and she shivered at his touch before moving to pull off his shirt.

  He let her, and when they were face to face again, he reached for his belt and unbuckled it slowly, letting it drop to the floor with a thwap as he made for the button and zipper.

  Her hands trembled as she did the same and when he was finally free of the confines of his boxers, he took another step toward her and circled her hands with his own. As much as it killed him to ask, he had to be sure.

  "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. "I've never seen you so nervous. Not even that first night.”

  Her cheeks flooded with color. "I just want you to...I don't want you to change how you see me."

  He shook his head. "Never. Not ever."

  Her eyes softened as she searched his gaze. "Do you promise?"

  "I promise," he said, and she let her pants and panties slide to the floor before stepping from them carefully.

  Moving past him, she made her way to the bed and bent over, her hands gripping the rail at the edge of the bed.

  "What are you doing?" he asked.

  "I thought with..." She motioned to her belly.

  "Oh no," he shook his head, "I want to see you when I take you. I want you on top of me."

  She blinked, then turned back to him, wondering how on earth something like that might even work. Bouncing on top of him while she was as big as a house. Not to mention the fact she'd never exactly done that before.

  The concern in her eyes must have been evident because Luke took another step toward her and cupped her jaw, rubbing his thumb along her cheek in that comforting way of his.

  She glanced down, noticing how hard and big he was--even now, looking at her. Either he was the world's best actor or he really meant what he said. He really thought she was beautiful--even like this.

  Again, his lips found hers and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to savor the stroke of his tongue, the way he teased her teeth before pushing and pulling along with the kiss, deepening it until she had to remind herself to breathe for fear of being entirely swept away.

  It had been so long since they'd done this, and he'd waited just for her--for her safety. She wanted to make it good for him, and if she couldn't manage that while she was on top...

  Slowly, she broke away from his kiss and sank to her knees in front of him, gripping him firmly in hand before working him up and down.

  "Tawny, you don't have to..."

  "I want to," she said. And she did. She wanted to watch him writhe beneath her touch, and when his cock twitched inside her grip, her mouth watered in anticipation.

  Lea
ning forward, she took his head into her mouth, sucking the sensitive space before swirling the tip of her tongue around the curved edge. Already, a salty droplet clung to her tongue and she swallowed it, sucking all the while.

  Taking him deeper into her mouth, she moaned, hoping the gentle vibration might thrum through his body the way it did through her own.

  "Touch yourself for me," he muttered and, despite the rush of nerves, she followed his command. Her body felt so achy, so needy, for him. For Luke.

  Slipping her hand between her parted thighs, she circled her swollen bud and worked herself closer to the edge of pleasure, bobbing her head faster and faster with every passing stroke.

  She wanted him, wanted to feel him inside her, needed him to fill her up to the point of breaking her, but she was already so close…it had been so long.

  He gripped the edge of the bed and his knees buckled a bit, though he didn't fall.

  "Fuck, Tawny," he murmured, "I need to have you."

  But this time she didn't listen. She wanted him to have everything, and so she worked him as her mouth took in as much of him as she could manage. Gagging a little, she continued to hum as she fucked him with her mouth, stroking herself with every move.

  "No," he growled, and then he pushed her back and joined her on the floor. His mouth crashed against hers and she met his tongue without thinking, hardly without breathing. Their tongues twisted and turned and then they were lying on the carpet together, both lost in the push and pull of their bodies.

  She didn't know how he'd done it, but before she knew it, she found herself on top of him--ready to take him deep into her waiting channel. This, she knew, was the time when she should have rolled off and bent over. Or maybe when she should have crawled between his legs and fucked him with her mouth until his hot come spurted onto her tongue, ready for her to swallow in one gulp.

  Instead, though, she trusted him, rolled her hips back to tease the head of his cock with her wetness.

  "Don't you dare tease me," he murmured and she smiled down at him. "I want to feel your pussy clench around me. I want to feel you come."

  Another hot, hard shiver rolled through her at the words and she took him in hand, gripping him hard before taking all of him into her in one quick, deep thrust.

  It was enough to make her eyes cross with pleasure--he throbbed inside her, hard and big and needy, and she moved up and down without thinking. All the while, he held her belly, steadying her as she worked him up and down.

  She closed her eyes, wanting to focus on every little quiver of her pussy as she pushed him deeper and deeper still. And then, out of nowhere, she felt the rough, sweet sensation of his hand against her pussy, working her in tiny little circles until she lost control of her calculated thrusts and pulled back, fucking him with all her might.

  She needed more--wanted more. Wanted to fill herself with him.

  "That's it, babe," he murmured. "You're so fucking hot."

  And in that moment--in spite of her belly and her aching, swollen breasts--she felt like he was right. She felt sexy. And it was all because of him.

  Pleasure coiled low in her stomach then snaked up her spine as she worked him harder still, her walls tightening with every throb of his stiff cock, and she knew she was on the precipice. Close, so close...

  And then his thumb brushed over her sensitive clit and she was done, rocking up and down so fast and hard that she couldn't see, couldn't smell, couldn't hear. She could only feel the way her entire body stiffened and then stretched out into infinity, loving the ripples of pleasure as they swirled and spun inside her.

  "Luke," she cried, "yes, Luke."

  And then he joined her, his gorgeous muscles tensing beneath her hands, a groan erupting from his mouth as his fingers clutched her hips tight.

  “Ah, Tawny, fuck,” he growled, jerking and bucking beneath her, pinning her hips to his as he spurted deep inside her. His orgasm triggered another in her, and she held on for dear life, gasping and trembling over him.

  When the blood finally stopped rushing in her ears and she was able to open her eyes again, Luke was there, staring up at her. His gaze was warm and sweet as he traced his fingers over her hips.

  “You’re amazing. I’ve been thinking about that for weeks,” he murmured with a laugh.

  She waited for the nerves to arise. For the embarrassment and uncertainty to swamp her again, but it never came. All she felt was…happy.

  She slid off him to his side and he held her close.

  “Are you hungry? I don’t know if that Cheez Whiz cut it and I can order a pizza or something,” he asked softly.

  She shook her head and burrowed as close as she could manage with her belly between them.

  “Nope, I’m good.”

  Lie.

  She was great. And, from here on out, she was going to stop second-guessing every good feeling she had. It was time to let go and see where this thing between them could go for real. No more holding back.

  The baby was good, things were awesome between her and Luke and she felt almost invincible. It was only up from here…

  Chapter 19

  "Ow." Tawny woke with a jerk and clutched her stomach, rubbing the spot where her ribs had just smarted.

  Luke shot up like lightning, and even though she was still groggy, he grasped her hand and tugged it toward him. "What? What's wrong?"

  She shook her head. "Nothing, nothing. The baby is kicking, that's all."

  "The baby..." He glanced down at her tummy and, as if their son knew, he kicked again.

  "Can I?" Luke's hand hovered above her stomach and she nodded, pressing his palm to her and guiding him to the place where the little foot was drumming against her.

  "There he is," she said. "He was tired of us sleeping, I guess."

  Luke smiled up at her, then leaned in and dropped a deep, passionate kiss on her lips. It was almost...loving.

  She swallowed hard, her heart stuttering. God, she was crazy about him. "I should probably get going anyway. I have a lunch date with Suzette."

  Luke glanced at the clock. "It's nine thirty. There's plenty of time for you to stay here and maybe you and I could...make up for lost time." His hand trailed from her stomach to the underside of her breast and she shivered with a little thrill of pleasure.

  “I would love to. But I do have to shower and get dressed,” she said, taking another glance at the clock. Might be a nice way to start the day…

  "You do that. I'll go for a quick run and when I get back?” He dropped another kiss on her lips, then moved to her throat, nibbling at the sensitive skin until her heart pounded and her head swam.

  “Okay, okay.” She pushed him away with a laugh, half wanting to let him convince her he should skip his run altogether, but knowing if she didn’t shower now, she never would. "Go for your run. I can't let you distract me."

  He rolled his eyes, and when he stood from the bed to dress, she laid back and watched him, studied the way the muscles of his ass flexed as he bent over for his clothes, the way his defined back practically rippled when he put on his shirt. Was there anything he did that wasn't completely and totally sexy?

  Already, she was regretting telling him to start his day, and as he turned around to face her, she glanced away if only to prevent herself for following her instincts and sinking to her knees in front of him, taking him in her mouth and--

  "Alright. I'll be right back." His voice broke through her fantasy and she gave him a shaky nod as he disappeared through the door and she rushed for the bathroom.

  Turning on the spray of the water, she wondered if she ought to just let the cold water run down her back and cool her off.

  Pregnancy hormones. It's just pregnancy hormones messing with me. The book said that in the third trimester I would be...

  A complete horn dog? Okay, the book hadn't said it quite like that, but it was definitely the gist of things.

  She just had to take a deep breath and focus. So she did.

  And w
hen she got out of the shower?

  She was still about as pent up as a long-term convict.

  So she dressed and walked back into the room, thankful that Luke would be here soon to ease the ache of longing, but when she opened the door, she found brown eyes staring back at her instead of Luke's cool, blue ones.

  "Rex," she said with a grin.

  He waved, a slow grin tugging at his lips in return. "Hey. Just came from the bakery and thought my brother might want some breakfast. There’s more than enough for all of us, though.”

  "Oh, that's sweet."

  Thank god she had gotten dressed before coming out of the shower. Her cheeks flushed at the thought.

  It was out of the bag now, though. Whether they were or were not an item had been questionable for the past eight weeks and now, it was official.

  She dug deep and couldn’t find an ounce of regret about it. The only thing she regretted was letting Luke go before getting in one more romp, because now they had company.

  There was always tonight. Or tomorrow, she realized with a start. The thought warmed her from the inside out. She sat down across from Rex at the little table in front of Luke's kitchenette and he slid a toasted bagel toward her.

  "Is this--?"

  "Everything. Luke loves them and mentioned you do too. In fact, he talks about your cravings more than you probably do."

  She laughed. "That's sweet." She spread butter over the bread, then crunched into it. Okay, this wasn't sex, but it was almost as good. Her mind drifted back to Luke’s magic hands and she shivered.

  Almost.

  "I swear, I've never seen him this excited and keyed up. Except, you know, when he talks about his bike shop." Rex shrugged and took the butter from in front of her.

  "Bike shop?" she repeated.

  "Yeah. He never shuts up about the place. He went to every race he could just to save up for the damn thing. I can't blame him, though, it’s a solid idea. There are no custom shops in the city. Not to mention it’ll get him the hell out of Alhouette.”