by J. P. Comeau
“Not as amazing as you, Leslie.”
Then, he captured my lips once more, causing all of my worries and fears to fall to the wayside as we sank to the carpet of my living room floor.
17
Trey
Our clothes came off in a flurry as we rolled around, sinking the outlines of our bodies into the carpet. I kissed every crevice and sucked on every peak, tugging on Leslie’s puckered nipples with my teeth. Her legs spread for me effortlessly, like a warm knife cutting through butter, and as my hands explored her body, I buried my face between her breasts, allowing her curves to fully encompass me.
“Oh, Trey. Good God,” she groaned.
I growled against her skin as I kissed down her stomach. Finally, after what seemed like years of only exploring parts of her, I’d finally be able to taste her. I perched just beyond her dampened pussy, watching it pulse for me as her legs slid over my shoulders. The heat of her thighs warmed my ears. I felt trapped against her softness, and I never wanted to leave.
I wrapped my arms behind the backs of her legs and drew her forward, causing her to squeal and giggle before I lapped all the way up her slit.
“Oh, shit,” she hissed.
I lapped a little deeper, feeling her wet skin come into play against the tip of my tongue. She shivered for me as I pierced her folds with my tongue, seeking out that swollen nub as her juices coated my stubbled cheeks. I licked and sucked, exploring her wondrous pussy before I finally found that beautiful spot that made her entire body jump. And I sucked that fucker between my lips as her body flushed with red.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, yeah. Right there, Trey. Right there. Don’t stop. Holy fuck, don’t stop.”
I pinned her hips to the ground and moved upright. I pinned her knees to her stomach as I rested my forehead against her juicy skin. I lapped deeply, allowing the roughness of my tongue to do its job. And as I felt her lubricate my chin, the idea of that puckered asshole of hers baring itself for me was simply too much to bear. So, I slid my tongue down and paid it a bit of attention as she wiggled around for mercy.
“Oh, my God. That’s—that’s new. Oh, shit. That’s—holy fuck, Trey. What the—you just—oh, yes. Oh, yes. Holy shit, fill me up. Please. I need to feel you.”
I slid my tongue back up to her clit and flicked its tip endlessly. Her body shivered for me, her legs quaking as her thighs clamped around my face. I growled deeply against her pussy as she rocked back and forth. She bucked with a wild, ethereal motion that stopped my heart and restarted it, all at the same time. My cock stiffened with every sound she made. I felt my precum dripping onto her carpet as it longed to be buried inside of her.
I wanted her to come for me first, though.
I wanted to feel her climax against my face and on my tongue—to taste her excitement.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Trey! I’m coming! Don’t stop! Oh, fuck, don’t stop!”
I slid my fingers quickly inside of her pulsing pussy and crooked them against that pebbled spot I knew she had. And as her eyes flew open, her entire body locked out as her tits vibrated for my viewing pleasure. Her hands flew into my hair, gripping my tendrils so tightly that I thought she might rip them from my head.
Then, I felt it.
I felt that warmth as she coated me in her mark.
“Oh, my God,” she whimpered. Her body collapsed against the carpet as her legs fell away from my cheeks. “Trey, I can’t. Oh, God, it hurts so good.”
I chuckled. “I’m glad I can deliver such a rush of satisfaction.”
Her body settled heavily against the carpet as I kissed and licked at the inside of her thighs. I loved those little dollops of excess I could softly chew on with my teeth, and I marked her as many times as she let me. But, when she found her strength, her hands pulled me up her body by my hair, forcing our lips together in a bombastic kiss as she licked her juices off my skin which gave me enough time to line up with her entrance and push myself inside.
“Shit,” she hissed.
I grunted down the back of her throat. “So tight for me. So fucking perfect.”
Her warmth overwhelmed me, and the feeling of her nails holding onto me as I pounded against her glorious body filled me with a sense of… well, I wasn’t sure what I was experiencing. All I knew was that nothing felt the same anymore. Not when I was around her. Sex had never felt so amazing, and a woman had never tasted so outstanding, and the cries of a beautiful girl orgasming because of me brought me no greater pride than watching pleasure wash over Leslie’s features.
I never wanted it to end.
“Come for me,” she gasped.
I pinned her hands above her head. “You want me to fill you up, beautiful?”
She nodded quickly. “Yes, I need to be yours. Mark me, Trey. Make me yours.”
Her words were thrilling, and they stole my heart away. I pounded against her like a wild animal, growling and gnashing my teeth together as I quickly climbed to my precipice. I felt her pussy collapsing around me. I felt it milking me for all I had as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
And when her body finally popped, my cock exploded.
“Trey!”
I planted my hands into the carpet and rutted against her. “Oh fuck, Leslie. That’s it. Milk me. I’m com—I’m com—what the fuck?”
She giggled as her body collapsed against the floor, her forehead glistening with sweat. But, me? My orgasm was only beginning. Thread after thread of come shot from the tip of my cock until my balls were completely empty. And yet, somehow, with every movement I made, it somehow seemed to keep going. My eyes bulged as Leslie squeezed her pussy around me. I collapsed against her softness, my still-hardened dick sheathed inside of her warmth. I placed my face between her breasts, allowing her body to comfort me and cloak me away from the rest of the world. And it wasn’t until she started running her fingers through my knotted hair that I rolled off to the side before bringing her tightly against me and holding her close.
“Wow,” she whispered.
I kissed the crook of her neck. “I could go for a possible round two if you’d like.”
She snorted. “I don’t think I have round 1.5 in me, to be honest.”
I was the opposite, though. Leslie had stoked a fire within me that still hadn’t softened my cock. Even as we laid there, sweaty and panting from our efforts, I still wanted her. I still craved her.
I still needed her.
I kissed her shoulder, and it prompted her to turn around. And when her eyes met mine, I knew the conversation was about to take a turn. So, I took my attention off my cock and placed it onto her lips as she murmured a question that broke my heart.
“Why are you doing all of this for Rori and me?”
I tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear. “Because sometimes people need help. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Well, you’ve done a little bit more than help; don’t you think?”
I grinned. “Maybe just a bit.”
She leaned forward and kissed my lips. Just a soft, little kiss that any woman would have given any man in such a vulnerable position. But, for some reason, that soft, little kiss unlocked something deep within the darkened pit of my gut. And when the words rolled off my tongue like raindrops off blades of grass, they seemed to fit everything I was feeling for Leslie.
“You’re perfect for me,” I murmured.
My words made her blush. “Does that mean our business dinner trips aren’t business-related at all?”
I chuckled. “I’m just shocked you didn’t notice I was running my personal debit card for those dinners instead of the business credit card.”
Her jaw fell open. “So, we were on dates!”
I smiled brightly. “Hey, you were enjoying yourself, at least.”
She swatted at me playfully, and I quickly rolled her over, pinning her beneath my pining body. Her eyes sparkled with mischievous delight and happiness, and all I wanted for the rest of my days was to make sure sh
e smiled just like that. But all too soon, the smile fell from her face, and she sighed.
“We should get back to the hospital and relieve Suri. I don’t know if she’s working today or not.”
I eased myself off her. “You up for a shower before we head out?”
She held up her hand, and I helped her off the floor. “Only if it’s a shower we can take together. That’s my only stipulation.”
I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her against my naked body. “I didn’t realize we were talking about any other kind of shower.”
And as my hand slipped down to her ass cheek, patting it softly as she smiled up at me, my heartfelt fuller than it had ever felt.
Which made me wonder if things could ever stay like this between us.
18
Leslie
I woke up with a start on the couch in Rori’s hospital room and found that Trey was already at her side. The sun streamed heavily through the windows, and I sat up, feeling a little queasy in my gut. I held my head in my hands and felt my stomach ebbing and flowing as if it were waiting for me to stand up so it could project all of the contents of last night’s dinner onto the floor at my feet.
“Damn stress,” I murmured to myself.
Rori’s voice sounded on the far side of the room. “Wanna see if there are any cartoons on?”
Trey chuckled. “Only if I can snag a spot in bed. Cartoons are always better when in bed.”
“Yeah!”
I smiled at their interaction as I slowly stood up. I felt a little off on my feet, but I blamed that on my aching back. Between Trey blowing it out yesterday and that couch being completely unforgiving in its firm cushions, it was a wonder I could even move. And as I made my way for the bathroom, I heard both my daughter and Trey giggling at something on the television.
“Since when do you watch cartoons?” I asked.
I peered over my shoulder, but Trey didn’t pull his eyes away from the television hanging down from the ceiling. “Hey, a man’s gotta have his outlet somewhere.”
Rori giggled. “Yeah, Mom. Let him have his outlet.”
I snickered. “All right, you two. No ganging up on me today. Momma’s a bit tired.”
And when Trey winked at me, a flood of warmth wrapped around my heart before heating up the rest of my body.
A nurse came around and took Rori’s and Trey’s breakfast order, but I wasn’t very hungry. The queasy feeling in my stomach still hadn’t gone away, so I ordered myself ice water with some hot coffee to go with it. The past few days had been a whirlwind, especially with Rori being back in the hospital.
Once I got us home and settled in, I knew my appetite would come back. “You guys mind if I take a hot shower real quick?” I asked.
Trey shook his head but still didn’t look away from the television. “Enjoy yourself.”
Rori leaned against him. “Take your time, Mom.”
I gave them both a thumbs up. “Great. I’ll be out soon.”
I closed the door and stripped away my clothes before turning on the shower as hot as I could stand it. I stepped into the glistening streams of water and groaned as they battered my back. A nice, hot shower to sweat this shit out was exactly what I needed.
However, when I rose my head up to gurgle some hot water and rinse out my mouth, I doubled-over with my nausea.
And threw up right onto my feet.
Okay, something isn’t right.
After gagging and heaving before throwing up again, I heard Trey call out for me. I tried to disguise my voice as much as possible because I certainly didn’t want anyone busting in on me while my feet were covered in vomit. But, I needed to figure out what was going on.
“Good thing I’m in a hospital,” I murmured to myself.
After cleaning myself up and getting back into my clothes, I eased my way out of the bathroom. I walked over to my cell phone charging on the floor by the couch, and I quickly unplugged it, then pulled up my text messages with Suri. I wanted her to come by and stay with these two overgrown children while I went in search of an answer to my nausea. But, as I started typing, my period tracker sent a notification to my phone.
And it stopped me in my tracks.
You are now eight days late.
My jaw hit the floor before Trey’s voice sounded across the room. “Leslie?”
My eyes snapped up, and I jumped to my feet. “I’m so sorry, I forgot about something. I need to step out and make a phone call.”
Rori’s eyes met mine. “Everything okay?”
I nodded quickly. “Once I make this call, it will be. Trey?”
He held up his hand. “I’ve got this. You go. And let me know if there’s anything I can do.”
I rushed toward the hospital room door. “I will, I promise.”
My stomach sank to my toes as I made my way out into the hallway. I closed Rori’s room door before I shot off an emergency text to Suri, telling her to get to this hospital immediately. Then, I gripped my phone and bolted for the nurse’s station, where a very young-looking resident stood to her feet with a smile on her face.
“Can I help you with something?”
I leaned in and lowered my voice. “My daughter’s in Room 611 over there.”
She nodded. “I’m aware. Do you want to see her chart? Nothing’s changed as of right now, but—”
I sighed. “I kind of need something, and I need it to be kept away from the two people in that room.”
The young woman blinked. “All right, what seems to be the issue.”
I looked around before I started whispering. “I need a pregnancy test. Is there anywhere in this hospital where I can buy one?”
Her eyes widened before she came around to my side of the desk. “Follow me. I can quickly run your insurance and get you tested down in the emergency room.”
I followed quickly beside her. “You’re a Godsend, thank you.”
And as another wave of nausea bubbled up my throat, I swallowed it down as best as I could as I made my way to the emergency room, hoping and praying that life wasn’t about to do this to me right now.
Especially since things were on the up and up with Trey.
19
Trey
Aurora threw her head back in laughter. “He dropped an anvil out of nowhere!”
I chuckled. “That’s pretty silly, isn’t it?”
She took a bite of her mixed fruit. “I mean, how did he even get it up there? What did he drop it off of?”
I pointed my finger at her. “These are the types of questions the American public needs.”
She pumped her fist into the air. “Yeah! Someone like the president!”
I laughed alongside her, and for the life of me, I couldn’t remember the last time I had laughed like this. Aurora had an outgoing personality, and her love of old school cartoons poked at the small part of me that still wanted to relive my childhood. I peeked down at the small girl nestled against me, and I couldn’t help but notice how much she looked like Leslie. They had the same color hair and the same shape for their eyes. She had Leslie’s petite yet strong nose. She even had Leslie’s broad shoulders.
I wonder if our kids would like her, too.
“Mr. Trey?”
I blinked. “You can just tall me Trey if you’d like.”
She smiled. “Okay, Trey. But why are you staring at me?”
I winked down at her. “Don’t you know? I’m helpless in the presence of a beautiful girl.”
She smiled even brighter than before. “Thank you. That’s nice.”
I nudged her softly. “No thanks needed for the truth… kiddo.”
We paused before she wrinkled her nose at me. “Maybe just say my name next time.”
I nodded. “I’m not a kiddo kind of guy, am I?”
She shook her head. “Nope. You’re a first-name kind of dude.”
I turned my attention back to the television. “Well, then I guess you’ll have to put up with me calling you Aurora.”
I swallowed hard. “Are we friends?”
She slid her small hand into mine. “Why wouldn’t we be? I like that we’re friends.”
I squeezed her hand softly, trying not to cry. “I like that we’re friends, too.”
As I sat there, watching cartoons while holding the hand of the most precious girl I’d ever come across, I wondered if I would ever have a daughter of my own to dote on and protect. I wondered if she’d look like me or if she’d look more like her mother. And I wondered if she would be just as headstrong and as brave as Rori had been through all of this chaos.
But, the hospital door bursting open caused me to jump to my feet as my fists balled up at my sides. Whoever the hell thought they could come in that hot and ruin mine and Rori’s moment together had another thing coming.
Until Rori gasped. “Auntie Suri!”
I watched Leslie’s best friend practically throw herself at the little girl. “Oh, my goodness. Are you okay? How long have you been here? What happened? Where’s your mother?”
I cleared my throat. “She’s going to be okay now. We’ve been here since last night. She’s allergic to dust mites. She had another allergic reaction, and Leslie hasn’t come back from slipping out into the hallway.”
Suri’s eyes met mine. “She just left you with Rori?”
I nodded. “We’ve been watching cartoons for the majority of the morning.”
“Yet, you have no idea where Leslie has been all morning.”
I blinked. “I know she took a shower, but then she—”
Out of nowhere, Leslie popped into the room. “Suri, out here.”
I pointed. “There she is. Everything okay, beautiful?”
Suri wrinkled her nose. “What did you just call her?”
