by Jenna Reed
Closing my lips around her clit, I give it a gentle suck, making her back bow off the bed while drawing out a throaty moan that sounds sexy as hell, and leaves my cock beading with pre-cum. I can already feel her walls quivering around my finger.
Her clit swollen on my tongue, begging to be devoured. I wonder whose heart is beating the fastest right now, mine or hers?
“Please, Elijah,” she begs, tilting her hips up again, so desperate for a release. She’s a greedy girl when it comes to pleasure, but I suppose I can give her one orgasm for now. It’s not like I can’t make her come again and again until she’s nothing but a gooey mess, filled to the brim with my cum.
I pull my finger all the way out and add a second, plunging right back into her. At the same time, I press my tongue firmly against the tight bundle of nerves between her folds. Nibbling and sucking on them, I draw out tiny gasps from her lips, telling me she’s growing closer to the edge.
As I anticipated, it doesn’t take her long before she explodes. Her release gushing into my mouth as her walls squeeze my fingers and her thighs quiver around my shoulders. Her whole body lifts up off the bed for a second, before slumping back down onto the mattress, her chest rising and falling as if she just finished running a marathon.
When I straighten to my full height and look down at her, I find her eyes are closed. A tranquil look contouring her features. She looks like a sleeping angel, delicate, fragile, beautiful. There is not a sliver of worry about the future in her expression, only overzealous joy.
For a second, I find myself just standing there watching her like a creep. Is it wrong to want to stare at the woman you love for hours? I don’t know, but if it is, then I don’t care, judge me, because Bailey’s worth obsessing over, worth gazing at all day.
She opens her beautiful green eyes, her emeralds finding mine in an instant as if she’s being pulled toward me. A smile tugs on her lips and it looks like even that takes effort for her. And as badly as I want her, I know that we have forever, so I can always wait.
“Do you want to go to sleep?”
“No, I want you to come over here and continue making love to me,” she tells me, and I swear my heart feels like it’s about to leap out of my chest. I make quick work of the clothing I’m still wearing, dropping them carelessly to the floor before crawling on top of her. Wrapping my arms around her body, I flip us, placing her on top of me.
Without any hesitation, she lifts herself, grabs my cock and positions it against her entrance before sinking down on my length, her pussy swallowing every single inch of me down to my balls. Holy fuck. Heaven… this feels like heaven.
She is so fucking wet, my cock slides in with ease, her channel relaxed from her orgasm, gives me no resistance. Her pussy wants me in there just as much as my cock wants to be inside of her.
Planting her hands flat on my stomach, my Sunflower steadies herself while starting to move her hips. At first she shimmies back and forth, unsure of herself and I am reminded of her inexperience. I realize we never done this position before and since all her sexual experiences have been with me, she has never been on top.
As always, the thought fills me with pride and possessiveness. She is mine and always mine. No other man ever had her and if I have anything to say about it, no other man ever will.
I place my hands on her upper thighs, but I don’t move her. I give her all the control and as far as I can tell she very much enjoys it. She grinds herself onto me, rubbing her clit onto my groin while impaling herself with my cock. Her fingers curl and her sharp nails dig into my skin. I groan at the slight pain and the immense pleasure.
“Fuck… you feel so good…” I grit through my teeth, dipping my head back into the pillow. She picks up the speed, lifting her ass up slightly every time she moves up before slamming back down on my cock.
I reach up to cup both of her perfectly shaped breasts, they feel heavy and full in my hands, and when I start kneading them, Bailey arches her body, pushing the swollen peaks farther into my hands. I roll the pink, diamond hard nipples between my thumbs and my fingers, drawing moans of pleasure out of her.
Her pussy quivers around my cock, her walls starting to squeeze around me, and I know she is close.
“Come with me,” I order as I keep pinching and tugging on her tender breast. “Ride my cock and come with me.”
“Oh god, yes…” She half moans. Her pussy strangles my cock as she explodes on top of me. Her head falls back and a silent scream paints her face and the climax runs through her. My own orgasm slams into me a second later, pleasure so intense, my vision goes black and my mind goes blank.
When I come back down to earth like a cloud floating in the air, Bailey has already collapsed on top of me. Her slender body pressed against mine, fitting perfectly into mine. I wrap my arms around her, holding her in place. I don’t think she is going to move the rest of the night, but I won’t take any chances.
I feel as if the puzzle piece I was holding onto all my life is finally in place. I was so stupid... so, so stupid. I knew something was missing. A missing piece in the puzzle that is my life. It was right there the whole time, I was just too afraid to grab it and put it in place. Not anymore. I will do whatever it takes to keep her, to keep my puzzle complete.
I open my eyes the next morning and find that we are in the exact same position. As predicted, Bailey didn’t even try to move. Her cheek is firmly pressed to my chest and a small wet spot at the corner of her mouth. I can’t help but chuckle. I don’t know why I find her drooling on me so adorable instead of being appalled by it.
She stirs and I tighten my hold around her, not quite ready to let her go, not ready for us to wake up and remember last night’s dinner. My heart is still heavy over it. I can’t believe my father said the things that he did about her. Even worse, she heard them. Guilt and shame fill me, two emotions I don’t often feel twisted into a tight knot in my chest. I should talk to her about this again. Explain, apologize, and hope she can forgive me for bringing her there in the first place.
I wait a few more minutes giving her a chance to wake up, rubbing my hand up and down her back, making sure she is awake. The shame I feel over this is gnawing away at me. I need to get this off my chest.
“I’m sorry I keep drooling on you,” she murmurs into my skin. “Not to boost your ego, but I’m pretty sure it’s because you look like a GQ model, and even my sleeping body knows that.”
“You can drool on me all night if it means I get to hold you and wake up with you on top of me,” I tell her, meaning every word. She tries to get up, but I hold her in place.
“I need to tell you something…” I pause, gathering my thoughts into one basket. “You know my mom left right after I was born?”
“Yes, I know,” she whispers and I can hear in her voice how sorry she feels for me.
“My mom didn’t just leave us… she also stole my dad’s money. Cleaned out the checking account, savings account, took the car, she left us without a penny.”
I’d never talked to anyone about this besides my father and my brother, and to be honest, I wasn’t planning on telling anyone else either.
Bailey’s gaze widens with shock. “Oh my god, Elijah, that’s terrible.”
“It gets worse…” I suck in a deep breath, smelling her sweet strawberry scent coming from her hair and body, calming me down. “When I was fourteen, she came to visit me. She would come to the house when she knew no one else was there. She told me not to tell anyone, that it was our secret and that she just wanted to see me. She told me that she loved me, and I believed her.”
“That, wow… I don’t know what to say to that… what happened?”
“She used me. She used my blind love against me, she used me to clean out my father's safe, and then she ran with the money just like she did before… without batting an eyelash.”
“Elijah! What the hell? Why didn’t you ever tell me about this?” Bailey pushes up onto her elbows so she can look at me. “I’m so
, so sorry. I can’t believe she did that to you. I don’t know how someone could do that.”
“I never told anyone about this because I was ashamed, ashamed that I have a mother like this and ashamed that I let myself be played. Ash and my dad know obviously, but apart from them, no one knows. I wanted you to know though. I want you to understand why I’m all fucked up, and it’s not an excuse for his behavior, but it’s why my dad is a complete asshole.”
“This definitely explains why your dad acts the way he does… and you are not fucked up. You were hurt by a woman who is supposed to love and protect you. She is the one who is fucked up, not you.”
Her loving words are like a caress, like a soft blanket being wrapped around me tightly. I don’t think I will ever get rid of the scar my mother left behind, but in this moment, I feel like they have become less deep.
Somehow Bailey has managed to make it better, heal me from the inside out, restore my trust and my hope that I can have the life I should have, that I now want. That one day I can have a family, get married and be happy.
Happy with my Sunflower.
15
Bailey
“I’ve got a quick meeting, and then I want to have lunch with you,” Elijah tells me, leaning over the desk, planting a soft kiss to my lips. I still can’t believe he’s mine, and that we’re really doing this. It has always been a dream of mine, but never would I have thought we would be together, and certainly nothing more than friends.
I nod. “Perfect. I need to look over the designs for the bar further.”
His fingers ghost against my cheek, and then he’s pulling away, walking backward toward the door while keeping his eyes on me.
“I love you,” he mouths and then twists around, pressing the elevator button. Seconds later, he disappears inside and I’m left alone to my own thoughts. I still haven’t told him I love him back, and it’s not because I don’t, because I do, I love him with my heart and soul.
I guess I’m just worried that the moment I say it, all of this will turn out to have been nothing but a dream. And I can’t bear that. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up. I sort through the designs looking over bar top options and bar stools, but everything blends together. All I can focus on is the fact that I still haven’t told him I love him.
The elevator dings and opens a second later and I’m about to tease Elijah, asking him what he forgot. Only it isn’t Elijah. A woman stands there, her eyes moving dizzily around the office space. Who the hell is she, and how did she get up here? Confusion settles deep in my gut. The woman looks like a blonde bombshell, with legs for miles. Surely she can’t be here to discuss something with Elijah, can she be? The long cream-colored trench coat she wears covers most of her body from view, making it hard for me to get a good look at her.
“Is Elijah here?” Her voice drips with annoyance.
“He just stepped out for a little bit, can I help you with something?” I try my best to hide my disdain for the woman from my voice since I don’t know her from Adam or why she is here. Judging people isn’t really my thing. She walks over to my desk, her eyes flicking over its contents
“Are you his assistant or something?”
I grind my teeth together, my anger reaching a very unreal height. She shifts impatiently on her feet, twisting her body to the side.
“I’m not, but if I can help you, then I certainly will.”
Tipping her head back, she laughs. “Help me. Oh, you can’t help me, sweetheart, unless you can tell me where Elijah is. I really need to talk to him…. Or more like, tell him something.” She pulls back the lapels of her jacket and there’s no way to miss it, the distinct baby bump protruding from her belly.
My mouth pops open, the shock on my face something I cannot hide. “Is that… is it his?” I manage to get out. I know it’s wrong of me, but I truly hope that it isn’t, because if it is, well that means a number of things, the biggest being that Elijah lied to me and that he’s going to be a father... to a baby I am not the mother of.
A sinister grin pulls at her red painted lips and I’m pretty sure I’m going to vomit. A hand drops down to the growing bump, and she rubs over it gently.
“What do you think? Of course it’s his. What do you think, I am some whore who doesn’t know who her baby daddy is?”
Suddenly I can’t breathe. I can’t do anything. Everything starts to close in around me. Elijah is having a baby. He’s having a baby with this… whoever she is…
“I was just dropping by to tell him. I found out a couple months ago but wasn’t sure when I should let him know. I guess no time is better than now.” She shrugs like it’s not a big deal, but it is, it’s a huge fucking deal.
“He’s uhh, he’s out right now, but I’m sure he’ll be back soon.” The acid in my stomach rises up my throat and I have to swallow it back down or face vomiting all over my desk. Shoving away from my desk, I start to grab my stuff. I can’t be here when he gets back, when he finds out. I don’t want to see his face or hear him lie to me again. Him lying to me once sure makes me wonder if any part of this was real.
I look up and find the woman twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger. “Should I like wait or what?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.” I point to a table across the room. “You can sit over at that table and wait for him.” I plaster on the fakest smile I can manage because the alternative is far worse, and there is no way in hell I’m going to cry in front of Barbie.
“Seriously…” She huffs, almost stomping her stiletto-heeled foot.
I walk around the desk, sliding my phone into my jeans while slinging my purse over my shoulder. I start to walk toward the elevator when the unnamed woman’s manicured hand reaches out and grabs onto my arm.
“Where are you going? You can’t leave me here alone!” She’s looking down at me like I’m a peasant and she’s the queen, and I guess to her, that’s what I am. I’ll never be able to compete with her, or the fact that she’s having his baby.
“I have to go. He won’t be long, I promise.” I shrug out of her hold and continue toward the elevator. I order an Uber on the way downstairs, since going to get my car isn’t an option right now. I don’t want to be anywhere near Elijah.
There is no way in hell that I’m going to risk running into him. It might be a hefty bill, but I’m going to go to my father’s house. My Uber pulls up outside the building a few minutes later, thankfully before Elijah shows up. As soon as I’m in the confines of the vehicle, the tears start to fall, painting my face in anguish, in heartache.
I can’t breathe without him, but knowing he is having a baby with another woman. I can’t live through that. I won’t be a second option, not when I can be a first for someone else. And that woman, she has money written all over her. She’s going to take, and take, and take until there is nothing to take from him.
“Are you okay, miss?” the driver asks, his voice startling me from my newfound reality.
“Yeah,” I croak, wiping at a couple of lingering tears. “I am now.” Sucking precious oxygen into my lungs I try to calm my erratic heartbeat, but every breath makes my chest ache, every breath reminds me that I no longer breathe for myself but for a man that I love more than life itself. A man that now is no longer mine, maybe he was never mine to begin with.
I always thought if we ended it would be over something stupid, something so mundane neither of us would understand why, but never did I think it would end this way, so sharply, so disjointed. The pieces of my heart shattered at her words.
Three days. That’s how long it’s been since I saw his face. Since I tasted his lips. My heart aches. It hurts to breathe. I’m dizzy with exhaustion. I’m barely sleeping, not so much because I can’t. Mainly because every time I close my eyes, I see them together. Married. With more kids. Happy and in love. Living the life that he and I were supposed to live. It doesn’t just hurt to think about or see, it kills me.
He’s called and texted non-stop, but I can’t bring m
yself to answer the phone or read the messages. I don’t want to talk to him. I don’t want to hear him spout more lies. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to believe him, that he didn’t have sex with anyone else without a condom. Like I could ever be his first.
A knock on the door drags me from my thoughts. The door pushes open and my dad’s salt and pepper colored head pops into the room. “Hey sweetheart, you want to come down for dinner?”
“I’m not really hungry, Dad.” Even I can hear how depressed my voice sounds. This is pathetic. I’m pathetic.
“Bailey, you need to eat something.”
“I ate some oatmeal…” I try to think of the last time I ate. “This morning.”
“It’s seven at night, honey. You haven’t eaten in almost twelve hours. Also, Elijah called again. I think you should call him back and talk to him. I don’t know what happened, but he sounds really upset about whatever it is. I know you both have had fights before, but you’ve always made up.” Of course, Elijah would use my father against me. I roll my eyes so hard I’m pretty sure I just saw my brain.
“He said he was going to come here if you didn’t call him back. The boy sounds heartbroken.” That gets my attention, not the heartbroken part but the part about him coming here. The last thing I need is to see him. I finally got myself to stop crying.
“Do not let him come here! I don’t want to see him. I’ll get a hotel and won’t tell anyone where I’m going if you let him come here. We’re not friends, we’re nothing.” I slam my closed fist down on the mattress. My chest rising and falling at a rapid rate, giving way to the raging inferno inside me. I’m close to a volcanic eruption.
“Woah, Bailey!” My dad raises his hands and takes a step toward me. He looks like he wants to hold me, but it’s not his touch I need, and if he thinks his presence is going to calm me right now, he’s wrong. Nothing can fix this. Nothing.
