by Ivy M. Jones
"Oh, Jesus. I went down on you without even thinking about it," he said, and I felt him move a hand to his hair to pull it out of his face. "I've never done that before unless I was dating the chick. You're the first woman I've ever lost my fucking mind with like that. And I’ve never had sex without a condom, I swear."
"Justin?"
"Yeah, pussycat?" I listened as he sucked air into his lungs, just as tightly wound as I was.
"I believe you-" The rest of my words were cut off when his mouth met mine, devouring me in his need.
He rolled us so that I was seated on his thighs, hovering over him.
"I'm all yours, pussycat. I'll never get enough of you." His hands stretched up to cover my breasts, play with my nipples.
I'd never felt so turned on, so insatiable as I did at that moment. I might have blamed pregnancy hormones, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew it would always be like this with Justin. I felt like I would never get enough. And if what he said was true, then he'd never get enough of me.
Slowly, I lowered myself down over his rigid flesh. I shivered at the feel of him, at the thought that neither of us wanted to stop this, looking forward to hours of the bliss I now felt, his swollen cock filling me.
"You've ruined me, pussycat. I never want it any other way now. Jesus, I can feel everything." His hands closed on my upper arms and I leaned down to kiss him, a wet, hot open-mouthed kiss over his lips that quickly had us both spiraling toward crazy.
I moved over him, sliding myself against him, feeling him inside of me, pressing into me. The smooth synchronization had my body tightening toward release before I knew what was happening. Our motions became rough and needy, his hands tightening around my arms, pulling me down roughly against him.
Then my vision was becoming hazy, my need to break over the edge keeping me from noticing anything else. My thighs were beginning to burn and the clawing need within me had manifested in a fine layer of sweat all over my body.
"You feel so good, pussycat. I can't hold out much longer. Get there," he implored.
"I'm so close..." My voice sounded throaty and thick in my ears.
"Fuck, pussycat. Get there!"
His words, the sharp needy edge lacing his tone, pushed me over the edge. I ground my body against his, my pussy wet and tight over him, barely moving as he pumped into me from below. I threw my head back in sweet relief as my orgasm climbed over me, blissful tremors wracking my body.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuu-uuuuck! Pussycat, I'm coming..." He moaned and my body shook as Justin held me in place, thrusting up into me over and over and over. I felt him grind hard against me when he came and my body shuddered once more with a last orgasmic wave of bliss.
His hands relaxed their grip on my upper arms and, boneless, I tilted forward, my chest landing on his with a sweaty thud.
"Marry me, pussycat?"
"Alright, Justin. You win. I'll marry you," I finally caved. People married for reasons other than love every day. Unlike Paul, Justin hadn't promised to love me forever and ever. If it ended, then at least he hadn't lied to me or made promises he couldn't keep. I had always hoped for a love match in my life which was why I'd been so distraught initially after Paul's betrayal. I'd thought that's what we'd had.
I could respect Justin for being honest with me about this. There was a pang in my chest. It would have been nice if he loved me...
I heard him sigh contentedly and then he rolled us, flinging a possessive leg over mine. His hands searched blindly for the comforter which had been pushed to the foot of the bed. He pulled it up over our naked bodies and settled in next to me.
His warm breath over my cheek felt divine as he dozed off, but still I felt the pang of disappointment.
It would have been nice if he loved me...
Justin
Light spilled into the bedroom, caressing Andy's exposed skin in illuminated streaks of light, fingers of sunshine brushing softly against her. I understood the pull Andy had on the sun. I knew that same need to touch her skin.
A yawn broke free and I let it crack my jaw wide open, stretching as I did so. It felt too early to be awake. Staying out late doing shows, I typically didn't drop into bed until the early morning hours and I had to wonder why I'd woken up.
There was a knocking noise from outside of the bedroom but I was too comfortable to move. I felt Andy shift against my hip and I was ready again. Wanted her again.
I was reaching for her, pulling her sleep-warmed body to mine, ready to feel the sweet grip of her around me, condom-free. The knocking noise got quickly louder and I realized with a start that someone was pounding on her front door.
Loath to disturb her, I carefully moved her sleep-heavy limbs from over mine and made my way out of the bedroom, pulling on my pants when I found them in the hallway. The knocking was becoming downright obnoxious and I worried that her landlord had come to kick her out until I remembered that she wasn't yet late on her rent. It didn't matter anyway. She was moving in with me one way or another.
Whoever was pounding on the door was being an ass about it. It sounded like they'd switched to kicking the door at some point which just pissed me off. We'd had a late, very active, night. Andy needed to sleep. If this fucker woke her up, I'd be busting a jaw in the very near future.
I noted that we'd never chained the door the night before and mentally swore I'd never be that careless again. Then I smiled. Pussycat had a way of making me forget all about being careful.
The pounding resumed, snapping me from my thoughts and I pulled the door open, practically ripping it from the hinges.
"Knock it off, asshole," I growled. Outside Andy's door was a man, probably in his late fifties, with light brown hair, wearing a charcoal coat. His clothes screamed money, but it wasn't until I happened to glance at his eyes – a piercing hazel with corners that narrowed, a shadow of some Persian or Middle Eastern descent in them – that I realized who I was looking at.
His gaze looked cold – cold and mean – and I had to grip the doorframe to keep from bashing his nose into his skull when he sneered, "Who the hell are you?"
"Justin. Who the hell are you?"
He ignored me. "Where's Andrea?"
"I don't see as it's any of your business, Mister."
He confirmed my suspicions about his identity when he looked down his nose to say, "As her father, it is my business. Are you the son-of-a-bitch who knocked her up?"
His hands were in his pockets, but I could see from his posture that he was white-knuckling it behind the fabric, trying hard not to rip into me. I sort of wanted him to- it would be purely defensive on my part if I knocked him into next week.
"What do you want?" I ignored his unbelievably rude question and attempted to look casual, leaning slightly back against the door.
Just try to push through the door, shithead. I will Take. You. Down.
"You obviously don't understand what I'm worth or you would answer my questions with a smile on your face, son."
I ground my teeth, my control slipping. "I'm not your son, jerkoff. And I know exactly what you're worth." I pulled my cell out of my pocket and dialed 911. The dispatcher asked me about the nature of my emergency and I paused for a millisecond before saying, "There's a guy here trying to get to my fiancée. He showed up at her door, trying to break it down."
I watched as Andy's father began to back up slowly, the look on his face pure malice. I gave the dispatcher Andy's address and was promised that a car was just down the street.
"Sir? I need you to close yourself inside your fiancée's apartment if you can," I heard the man say in my ear.
"I'll try," I conceded.
"I will get rid of that bastard," her father hissed. "Don't think for a minute I'll let her embarrass her family this way."
"Leave," I growled. "I will never let you near her." I didn't even bother to cover the phone as I threatened him.
There was a chirp of police sirens outside and I saw his eyes narrow. With a growl, he
turned on his heel and stalked off, going out the rear exit of the building, slamming the emergency exit door with open palms to force it open. When two uniforms, a man and woman, appeared thirty seconds later, I pointed to the rear door indicating that he'd left before I collapsed slightly against the doorjam.
In the end, they made me wake pussycat up so they could talk to her. I didn't want to, but they assured me that the man had run off and no longer posed a threat. He'd also run off before they could question him.
"Did the man identify himself to you?" The female officer had introduced herself as Officer Jackson earlier. She had a notepad out now and was scribbling something in it while her partner stood just outside the open apartment door.
I grimaced. "He said he was Andy's father." Since she'd already heard me tell the cops what the threats against her and the baby were, I knew that she wasn't going to take that news well.
"No!" Andy's hand flew to her mouth and she shook her head. "He cut me out of his life. There was no reason for him to come here. It must have been a mistake..." She had alighted on the edge of the couch once I got her into the living room, but now she perched even more on the edge, nearly rocking back and forth with anxiety. Her face paled and she looked like she might pass out again so I started talking to her, my voice low and soothing.
"He came here and asked for you by name. And he said he was your father," I explained, taking the clenched ball of her hands in mine. "That's all I know."
"Ma'am, do you have a picture of your father so that we can get a positive ID?"
Pussycat nodded vaguely, then got up to find one. When she returned, she handed me a framed professional photo of a smiling version of the son of a bitch who'd stood at her door less than twenty minutes ago, threatening her child.
"That's him," I assured them. I put the photo face-down on the table.
"Ma'am... Would you like to file a report?"
"No. I'm sure this is all a mistake," she whimpered.
"Andy, please. He practically kicked your door down. He said he was going to find a way to get rid of your baby, and it didn't sound like he meant that in a good way," I pleaded. "File a report, baby."
"You don't understand. If he found out, he'd never forgive me. He'd never be in the baby's life." She seemed to realize how absurd that sounded, given the man had just threatened her baby. She face fell in surrender and she moved to rub her temples. "And it wouldn’t matter anyway since he'll just make all of this disappear."
"Ma'am, are there other complaints filed against your father?" Officer Jackson lifted a brow in concern.
"Oh no, not like this. He just has PR guys on staff to deal with speeding tickets and stuff like that, since he's Law-" She swallowed her thought and looked down.
"Since he's law..." Officer Jackson pressed, trying to get Pussycat to finish her sentence.
"My father is Lawrence James," she finally sighed, looking back down at the floor, not bothering to look up as she held the photo out. "CEO of Dynamic Enterprises."
It occurred to me that the picture was most likely his PR still. In it, his too-white smile seemed false and pretentious. He was wearing a suit, much like the one he'd been wearing at Andy's door. But the polish of a business politico was easy to see, once I knew to look for it.
I passed the photo to Officer Jackson, who took a look as if to assure herself that we weren't lying, before setting the frame on the counter at her elbow. The look on her face was not reassuring so I said the only thing that came to my mind.
"Shit."
When Officer Jackson and her partner finally left, I hauled Pussycat into my arms and pulled us both down to lay on the sofa. She cried for a few minutes before we both nodded off again, but I only managed to fall asleep because I knew that Office Jackson, her partner, Officer Brown, and I had convinced pussycat to file that report. It might not do any good at all, but we wouldn't know for sure unless we tried.
It was after noon when I finally woke for good and pussycat was already up making coffee. She was still wearing the same clothes she'd pulled on when the cops showed up, puttering around the kitchen getting the coffeemaker chugging.
"Haven't gotten in the shower yet?" I asked, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist.
Her sharp inhale was evidence that I'd startled her but she immediately sank into my embrace and I once again felt dizzying gratitude that she'd knocked on Tyler's door. Her body fit so perfectly into mine, it was like we were made for each other. God, I was getting sappy.
"No. I just got up because I was starving. I need coffee, too." The aroma of brewing coffee chose that moment to spread through the kitchen and her body went stiff. I let her go as she grabbed for her purse on the counter, digging until she found her nausea pills. I took them from her shaking hands, afraid they'd all end up down the sink otherwise, and pressed one into her palm before pulling open cabinets to search for a glass.
The sound of the sink turning on made me swivel my head to look and I chuckled to myself when I saw pussycat with her head under the faucet. Apparently, she couldn't wait for a glass.
Her body sagged against the counter so I picked her up and carried her to the couch where we both waited the quarter hour or so until the pill kicked in.
"Thank you," she whispered, finally pulling her body out of the fetal position she'd been holding.
"I told you I'd take care of you, pussycat."
She nodded, though it was obvious she was thinking about something else, worry etched on her face. Terror flashed over her features for a moment so brief, I might have imagined it. But then she began looking around, panicked.
"What?" I asked.
"I need to go."
"What? Go where? It's a Sunday." I cocked my head in confusion.
"No, I mean, we need to go. I have to get out of this apartment." She looked around wistfully.
When she got up, I followed her into the kitchen where she proceeded to pour us both cups of coffee before handing one to me. Then she was pulling cups out of the cabinet, setting each one on the counter before she headed for another cabinet.
"Again, I'm not following, pussycat." I put my hand over hers as she reached inside for a mixing bowl and lowered her palms to the laminate of the countertop.
"You get your wish, Justin. I'll move in with you. Today." Her voice was high and tight and that panicked look was beginning to take over all of her features.
"Calm down," I begged, pulling her hands from the death grip she had on the edge of the kitchen counter.
"Once my father finds out I filed that report, he'll find out who you are. He'll find out about Dark Fire and he'll do everything he can to ruin you. I have to fix this."
Her panic began rooting in me, but my worry was for her, not myself. I didn't give a shit about what her father said about me. "Fix this how, baby?"
"I have to call him. Tell him the cops pressured me into it. Then I'll make him a deal- As long as he leaves you alone, he'll never have to see me again. I'll disappear. He'll check here but I'll be gone. I don't care what he tells the press about me to explain why I’m missing."
I turned her so she was facing me directly and lifted her up so that she sat on the counter and stared into her eyes.
"I will take care of you, pussycat. Let me?"
Her body hunched over and sobs shook her shoulders. "Don't you get it, Justin? You shouldn't have to! This is so fucked up!"
She pressed her hands against her face but I peeled them back off and made sure she was looking into my eyes when I spoke.
"This is fucked up, you're right. But none of it is your fault."
She looked up at me through red-rimmed eyes, tears running down her cheeks, and I couldn't help myself. I wanted so badly to kiss her senseless. So I did. Her initial surprise melted away with the first sweep of my tongue against her lips. I felt her body relax just a fraction, then she started leaning against me, emboldening me to go deeper, make her crazy for me.
When her hands slid up aro
und my neck, I inwardly cheered. When she relaxed against me fully, I moved my hands to her waist, gripping her tightly and pulling her closer. She was moaning a little as I pulled her completely against my fly, letting her slide tightly over me, making me more reckless in my kiss.
My hands slipped under her ass and her legs wrapped around my waist, locking her sweet heat against my waist. I lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom, never breaking the kiss. I set her down on the sink counter, kissing her neck as I pulled her shirt over her head, then moving my lips to the lace edge of her bra.
Her fingers were already at my fly and I was briefly coherent enough to be glad I'd never put my belt back on. My thoughts dissolved into nothing more than desperate need when her hand wrapped around my length.
Less than a minute later, we were both naked as I flipped the shower on, letting the water warm up, Pussycat's legs wrapped back around my waist, our lips clashing hard and hungry. I stepped into the spray, taking the force of it with my back, and pressed her against the cool tile wall so that the water kept us both warm, hitting me on my left side and her on her right. Water dripped into our faces, soaking our hair and making skin slip against skin, but it didn't slow us down. The steam curtained us in, a layer of hot desire wrapping around us.
The steam continued to wrap around us as we twisted together, finding completion in the fogged air of the shower. My sated body broke out in goosebumps, then a layer of sweat which was quickly washed away and since my knees were about to give out, I lowered us both to the floor of the shower, her body still tight around mine.
I continued to shake well after I started to get soft inside of her. But she held me, not pulling away, just letting our bodies stay pressed against one another. It was only after I heard her snore lightly that I realized she'd fallen asleep.
Andy
"I usually don't cry so much. I swear." Justin handed me the marker and I quickly wrote Charity on the top of the box I'd just taped up.
