Spring Romance

by Bailey, Tessa

  “Please, Andrew,” she moaned. “I need you to take me.”

  I lined my cock up with her pussy, grabbed her hips, and slowly slid all the way inside.

  “I feel so full!” she gasped. “It’s like having two of you inside me at the same time.”

  “The only way you’re ever going to feel what it’s like to be filled in both holes is with a plug,” I growled possessively before I began a punishing pace.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight of the plug peeking out of her ass as my dick slowly disappeared inside her pussy. It didn’t take long before her pussy was fluttering against my cock since the tighter-than-normal squeeze had me sliding against all her nerve endings.

  I popped the plug out as she clenched against me and she yelled my name as her pussy clamped down tighter than it ever had before. Her climax shook her entire body as she shuddered helplessly underneath me.

  “And this time, it’s for both of us,” I promised as I nudged her puckered opening with my cock.

  “Andrew,” she protested lightly, turning her head to the side on the pillow so she could look at me.

  “Nothing’s off-limits between you and me, Jocelyn. If you don’t like it, we never have to try again,” I swore. I knew the odds were in my favor that she’d like it a lot based on her reaction to the butt plug I’d just used.

  When she jerked her head in a nod, I slathered some more lube on. Then I felt her tense as the head of my cock started to push into her ass.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” I urged. “Don’t forget to breathe.”

  She hissed out as I patiently worked my way into her tight hole. My hands gripped her hips and I pulled her back onto me. I needed her to control the movement so I wouldn’t go too quickly.

  “Shove back against me,” I told her.

  I heard her gasp for air before she did as I’d asked. Slowly, she inched closer and closer, sliding her backside towards me.

  “Oh, God. So goddamn tight,” I groaned as my cock moved inside more easily.

  As I began to gently thrust, my balls slapped her ass with each stroke. I reached around her body and firmly stroked her clit, throwing her into another climax. Jocelyn screamed as I stiffened inside her, my hot come filling her ass. Then I gently pulled out and rolled to the side.

  I owned every inch of her body now. There was no doubt in my mind, and I’d made it pretty damn clear to her tonight too.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Josie

  “Ugh,” I moaned at Cee-Cee over a latte at the coffee shop down the street from my apartment. “Stupid flu bug is going to kick my ass. I just know it. I can already feel it coming on.”

  “Did you remember to get a flu shot?” she asked.

  She knew damn well that I hadn’t since I hated needles and avoided them like the plague as much as I could. When I was a child, a needle had broken off in my arm when I was getting a vaccine and I couldn’t stand them ever since then.

  “Of course I didn’t,” I grumbled.

  “No pain, no gain, Jo-Jo,” she chuckled, repeating back the mantra I used so often when I was pushing someone through a particularly difficult rehab.

  “You’re such a bitch sometimes,” I retorted good-naturedly.

  Cee-Cee had just taken a sip of her latte and spewed it across the table at me. “I can’t believe you called me a bitch,” she laughed. “Andrew’s language is rubbing off on you and I love it!”

  “Oh stop,” I grouched tiredly as I swiped at the coffee that had landed on my shirt. “I’ve called you one before.”

  “Yeah, but not in public like this. Usually, you save the love for when we’re alone,” she said as she wagged her eyebrows at me.

  I was so damn tired that I didn’t even have the energy to chuckle along with her. I’d spent half the night tossing and turning because of the tightness in my chest and finally got up when the coughing started because I didn’t want to wake Andrew. I spent the early hours of the morning huddled on his couch, watching reality television shows on demand. Luckily, I felt a little better after a hot shower and a dose of cough syrup, but that didn’t last very long as I was running errands before meeting up with Cee-Cee.

  “Go home and rest,” she told me now. “We can hang out some other time when you’re not feeling like death warmed over.”

  “But we hardly get to see each other,” I complained. “Our schedules have conflicted with each other the last five times we’ve tried to schedule something.”

  “The holidays are coming up soon, so things will be even crazier for me with work,” she admitted.

  “And the game schedule slows down for me,” I chimed in. “See, the exact opposite.”

  “We’ll figure it out,” she promised. “But not today because you need to be in bed and I don’t want to catch whatever it is that you have.”

  “Fine,” I griped. “I’ll go home and go back to bed.”

  “Love you,” she said as I got up and left.

  I wandered down the street, relieved when I reached my building. As I crossed the lobby to get to the elevator, I tiredly waved to a couple of neighbors as I walked past them. I pressed the button and leaned my head against the wall as I waited to hear the ping that let me know it had arrived. My head began to pound on the way up, and by the time I made it inside my apartment, I wanted to curl up in a ball and die, so I dropped onto the couch and closed my eyes for a moment.

  The next thing I knew, there was almost no light streaming through my windows as the sun began to set. I heard the chime of my phone and reached out to retrieve it from my purse to see what I had missed in the five or so hours since I’d gotten home. I was startled to see that there a couple of missed calls from Cee-Cee and Andrew. And a text message that had just come through.

  Andrew: Are you coming over tonight?

  Me: Don’t think so. I’m sick and just want to go back to sleep.

  Andrew: Sick?

  Me: Yeah, cold or flu bug.

  Andrew: On my way.

  Me: NO! I don’t want you to catch it too.

  My eyes drifted shut as I waited for his response, but it never came. Instead, the sound of his key in the lock woke me again. I turned my head and watched him stride towards me.

  “Hey, sweetheart. You don’t look so good,” he whispered as he held his hand to my brow to check for a fever.

  “That’s because I don’t feel so good,” I told him.

  He crouched down beside me. “How can I help?”

  “Really, Andrew. You should probably go,” I insisted. “I really don’t want you to get sick too.”

  “Too late for that. If you’re this sick this fast, then you would have been contagious yesterday evening, so I’ve already been exposed to all your germs,” he pointed out reasonably.

  He did make a good point, and it would be nice to have someone to spoil me while I felt so horrible. I hadn’t really had that since I was a little girl when my mom pampered me whenever I got sick.

  “Can you get me some chicken noodle soup?” I asked. “And some juice? Anything other than orange because it would burn my throat.”

  He smiled, looking relieved to be able to help. “Of course. Is there anything else you think you might need from the store while I’m out?”

  I thought about it for a moment and decided that I might as well stock up on all the things that might make me feel better. “Vanilla ice cream and bananas for milkshakes, lime Jell-O, and some more cold medicine.”

  “Got it. I’ll run you a bath as soon as I get back. It shouldn’t take me more than twenty minutes,” he said. “Why don’t you try to get a little more rest while I’m gone?”

  “Mmmkay,” I murmured as I curled into a ball on the couch.

  Andrew gently placed a blanket over my lap and a pillow under my head so I’d be more comfortable before he left.

  The next two days passed by in a blur for me, and I only got worse as time went on. Andrew barely left my side, taking care of work from his laptop and cell phone
and canceling any meetings he had on his calendar. By Wednesday morning, he had reached his limit of patience and insisted I go see a doctor.

  “There’s nothing they can do for me,” I argued between coughs.

  “Maybe not, but I’ll feel better if you go. So if you’re not going to do it for yourself, then at least do it for me,” he pleaded.

  I could hear the exhaustion in his voice. It was the only reason I relented. “Fine. You can take me to the urgent care clinic down the road.”

  “I’ll just call my doctor and ask him to squeeze you in,” he disagreed.

  “No, Andrew. My insurance only covers specific providers and I don’t even want to go in the first place. I haven’t had a reason to see a family physician in years, and I don’t think my OB/GYN can take care of this. So take me to the clinic,” I insisted.

  “I want you to get the best care possible,” he worried. “And if money’s a problem, I’ll just pay for the visit.”

  “You don’t need to do that when my insurance will cover it if I go where they say I need to go,” I grumbled. “Do you want me to see a doctor or not?”

  “Yes,” he hissed out. “Fine. I’ll take you where you want to go, but if I don’t like the care you receive, we’re going to talk about this again.”

  “Whatever you say, Mr. Bossy Pants,” I said as I rolled my eyes at him.

  After we sat in the waiting room at the clinic for about an hour, I decided that I probably should have taken Andrew up on his offer to get me in to see his doctor instead. Just as I was about to tell him to see if his doctor could still see me today, they called my name.

  The nurse practitioner took my temperature and checked my vitals. My fever was pretty high even though I’d taken some ibuprofen earlier, and she made a tsking sound of disapproval as she looked in my sinuses and listened to my breathing.

  “It looks like acute bronchitis and a pretty nasty sinus infection. I’m going to prescribe you some antibiotics for the sinus infection since the symptoms are fairly severe. You need to make sure you take them until you run out, twice daily. If you don’t finish the prescription, the infection can come back again.”

  “I’ll make sure she takes them all,” Andrew volunteered. “Is there anything else I can do to help her get better more quickly?”

  “Lots of rest and plenty of fluids are all that she needs. But if the symptoms worsen or she doesn’t feel better in a couple of days, then you should bring her back in,” she instructed.

  Andrew looked very serious as he listened and jotted down a couple of notes on his phone. “Consider it done.”

  She looked between us for a moment and gave one additional piece of information. “You should also know that the medication can lessen the efficacy of any oral contraceptive you might be taking and use alternate forms of birth control until after your next cycle.”

  On that note, she handed me some paperwork and promised to send my prescription to my preferred pharmacy so it would be ready to pick up later today. When we got back to my apartment, Andrew got me settled as quickly as he possibly could so he could run out and grab my medication and a few other things we needed. Then he spent the five days treating me like I was breakable until I finally felt well again.

  I’d missed a full week of work even though I’d started to feel better after a couple of days. Andrew had insisted they could make do without me and he wasn’t going to risk a setback just because I thought I would be okay. I hadn’t argued too hard because doing stuff around the apartment had managed to wear me out. I couldn’t imagine being able to properly treat one of the players in that condition.

  It wasn’t until we went to bed tonight that he finally touched me. Our kisses quickly moved from a gentle exploration of each other to a carnality that was startling in its intensity.

  “You need to wear a condom,” I rasped out. “Remember what she said about the medicine I had to take and the pill.”

  “Fuck,” he hissed. “I don’t even have any on me.”

  I groaned in frustration because it felt like it had been forever since we’d had sex. “Isn’t it guy code to carry one in your wallet at all times?”

  “Not when you’re in a committed relationship and your woman’s on the pill so you can go bareback,” he sighed.

  “I think I might have one around here somewhere,” I offered and laughed lightly when he growled in response.

  “Why would you have condoms in an apartment you moved into after we were dating?” he demanded to know.

  “Because I got them as a gag gift from one of Cee-Cee’s friends at my fake bachelorette party,” I explained. “Let me go look.”

  I dashed out of the bed and dug around my closet for the gift bag the girls had given me that night. And sure enough, there was a condom at the bottom.

  “Tada,” I said triumphantly as I tore the package open before crawling on the bed and in between his legs. Then I rolled the condom onto his hard-on and climbed over him.

  I let myself sink slowly onto his cock, adjusting to his size as he entered me. It had been a long time since I’d used a condom during sex and it wasn’t as comfortable as going without.

  “I want to ride you,” I said, and he groaned.

  I began to move slowly, sliding up and down on his cock as I braced my hands on his chest. My nails were digging into his skin and were probably going to leave a mark. My eyes were locked with his until he lowered his gaze to stare at the sight of his cock disappearing inside my pussy. His hands clutched the sheets as he tried to hold still and I took control. His face was strained with the effort it was taking, and I could tell how much it was costing him.

  “Mine,” he rasped as he lost control, surging up and wrapping his arms around my back.

  I loved the feel of my breasts crushed against his chest as he fucked up into me. His hands tightened on the cheeks of my ass as he eased me up and down his shaft. When he surged again, his cock pushed all the way inside me to his balls. My pussy started to clench around him again and again as I began to climax.

  Once he knew I was coming, Andrew didn’t hold anything back. He slammed his cock into my pussy over and over, going so deep that I could feel my ass hit his balls on each stroke.

  “Now,” he grunted moments before I felt the heat of his come through the sheath of the condom that separated us.

  I collapsed in his arms, completely sapped of energy after our lovemaking. His arms loosened as he rolled me to the side and pulled out of my body.

  “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, sounding concerned.

  “I’m great,” I answered. “I so needed that.”

  His eyes lit with relief as he smiled at me, his dimple flashing in his cheek. “Let me go get rid of the condom,” he said before he went into the bathroom.

  I heard the flush of the toilet and running water. When he returned, I could still barely move. I hadn’t been joking when I’d said that I had needed that. It was amazing how much better I felt now.

  Andrew climbed back in bed and spooned me from behind. His hand gently rubbed along the side of my body in a soothing motion.

  “Andrew,” I whispered softly after a while, unsure if he’d fallen asleep already.

  “Yeah,” he murmured in response.

  He’d taken such good care of me this last week, getting me whatever I’d needed to get better and even things I hadn’t known I’d wanted. He’d made my banana milkshakes just the way I’d asked for them—with cinnamon and nutmeg the way my mom had when I was little. He’d bathed me, fed me, and done my laundry. If I’d had any lingering doubts about the depth of his feelings for me before, they were long gone now. That knowledge gave me the strength to say those three little words.

  I turned my head towards him, my gaze locking with his. “I love you,” I whispered. It was a truth I’d known for a while now. “So very much.”

  His eyes flared with satisfaction as a huge grin spread across his face. “You do, huh?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I sighed.<
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  “About damn time you admitted it,” he muttered.

  I laughed lightly at his reaction. “Don’t you have anything else you’d like to say?”

  His expression turned serious, the smile slipping from his lips and his eyes burning with adoration. “I love you too, sweetheart. I may not have said it quite that way before, but every time I’ve told you you’re mine, that’s what I really meant.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Andrew

  “I love you,” I heard Jocelyn say before she ended our call.

  A couple of weeks had passed since she’d finally admitted that she loved me, and now, she didn’t let a single day go by without telling me. We’d also begun to spend less time at her apartment, and I made sure to bring a couple of her things home with me after each time I slept at her place.

  I wanted to get her as comfortable in my space as I possibly could before I broached the subject of her moving in again. And there was no way in hell I was going to wait until her lease was up either. I didn’t care if I had to buy it out. I wanted her living with me now instead of waiting until next summer.

  I pulled the engagement ring I’d bought for her last month out of the top drawer of my desk. I wanted her to have something as unique as she was to me, so I’d worked with a local jeweler to have the ring designed for her. I’d carefully selected the eight-carat cushion-cut diamond that sat in the center of a platinum setting surrounded by another two and a half carats of round diamonds on the sides.

  I’d picked the ring up yesterday, but I’d been working on it for more than a month. It had taken a few weeks for the jeweler and I to agree on the final CAD design and then another couple of weeks for him to actually make it. When I showed it to my parents last night, my mom cried before she admitted that she had been so worried that I would never settle down with a good woman. Now, she was tremendously relieved that I’d ended up with Jocelyn because she’d always thought she would make a wonderful daughter-in-law. I couldn’t help but tease her about how she’d tried to get my brother to ask out the woman I was soon going to ask to marry me.