Fucking baby hormones have me in an uproar. If I’m not sobbing my eyes out, I’m laughing at nothing or pissed off over stupid things or burning out the batteries on the sex toy I’ve had for years now. At this rate I’m going to need a replacement. Today has been a horny day. Being at the office sucks. I keep telling myself it’s only a few more hours until I get on the plane to Seattle and then it’ll be better.
I’m sitting at my desk, trying to think about anything but dick, when my cell buzzes a few feet away. I see Bill’s name but not a picture since I didn’t take one of him.
“Hello,” I answer on speakerphone.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he replies.
“I can’t wait to be on the plane. I can’t concentrate for shit today,” I tell him.
“That’s why I’m calling,” he sighs. “I’m going to have to cancel this weekend. I’m going to be stuck working and I don’t want to leave you all alone.”
“Honey, nooooo,” I whine. I don’t think he knows how insane these hormones are. “Bill, I need to see you. I miss you.” The sex is a big part of it but I like spending time with him. There’s no arguing, no real worrying about the baby.
“I wish I could,” he says. “I’m so sorry, I can’t get out of it, or I would.”
And just like that I go from horny to sobby. I’m talking full on waterworks. The ugly kind of crying I see GIFs of on Tumblr.
“Please don’t cry, sweetie,” he pleads.
Yeah, that does nothing. I know it’s not his fault. Life happens. If I wasn’t pregnant I wouldn’t be sobbing. I don’t even want to be crying now. For a fleeting moment I consider calling Eric because don’t think another round with my D cell operated friend is going to cut it.
“This… I don’t…” I can’t even talk. “I’ll call back,” I manage to get out and then hang up. I look at the doorway to see a concerned Dawn standing there.
“Is everything okay?” She comes in and closes the door behind her.
“No,” I answer and reach for my Kleenex.
“What’s wrong? Can I get you anything?”
“The fuckwad that’s making Bill work? He canceled the trip, Dawn,” I sniffle.
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry,” she pouts. “Did he at least try to reschedule.”
“I hung up. I was crying too hard.”
“Do you want me to take you home? Are you okay?” She looks clueless as to what to say to me.
“No, I’ll be okay. I drove here anyway.” I planned to drive to Dad’s and then he was going to take me to the airport.
“Okay… should I get you some water or something?”
“No, thanks.” What I need she’s in no position to give me.
“Okay… hug?” she offers.
“Uh, thanks, but I’m okay.” It’s sweet of her to offer but it would just be awkward.
“I’ll just be outside if you need me,” she tells me as she turns to leave my office.
“Thanks.” I watch her walk out and lean back in my chair. What the hell am I thinking getting involved with a man in Seattle?
I swear I must be bound and determined to destroy everything good in my life one day at a time. Right now I hate being pregnant. It sucks.
To make matters worse, one of the guys from accounting who bathes in rank cologne passes my office and the stink wafting off of him makes my stomach turn violently. The next thing I know my head is in the trashcan and I’m cursing the Bordeaux I drank on Valentine’s Day that got me in this position.
After I empty my stomach into the garbage, I get up to go to the bathroom and rinse my mouth out. I bring my phone with so I can look for different flights for another weekend, but it dawns on me that I don’t have any more free weekends between now and the wedding. The weekend after this is the shower and then the weekend after that I’m helping with the favors and centerpieces. Then there’s the bachelorette party. Ugh.
I text Bill after I’ve calmed down and gotten myself together a little to let him know I’m okay and I’ll see him at the wedding. Unless he can come here for a weekend I won’t be able to see him until then. This sucks.
To make matters worse my mind flashes back to Eric a few days ago, lifting boxes and threatening to spank me… Jerk. I was fine until he started teasing me.
Technically Bill and I never said we were exclusive…
That has to be my vagina talking. I’ve never cheated on a spelling test, much less a boyfriend. Technically, no, Bill and I don’t have an agreement about exclusivity. I don’t know how I’d feel about him being with another woman.
Let’s call Eric!
No, I’m not calling Eric.
I don’t know exactly what his situation is with Holly but it’s not fair of me to show up every time I need an itch scratched. It doesn’t matter if there’s no one who scratches my itches better. I know it would fuck with my head if I was him.
As good as I’m sure the sex would be, I’m not calling Eric. End of story.
I have keys but I’m not using them. I didn’t call so I’m not really breaking any promises to myself. I am, however, squeezed into a red dress with a low neckline and a wearing a pair of black pumps that are guaranteed to give him wood. Not calling first is risky but right about now I don’t care. I feel like I’m climbing the walls and almost two hours with my battery operated friend did next to nothing for me. I don’t care if it’s the most basic, textbook sex ever. I just… I need to be with someone and not something.
So I knock on the kitchen door and hope he’s home because I’m not going to Fossils in this getup.
About thirty seconds pass before Eric opens the door… shirtless and in a pair of very low slung basketball shorts.
“Uh… hey?” His eyes scan down my body, lingering at my cleavage before he continues.
“My trip got canceled but my hormones didn’t,” I explain. “Please tell me you’re alone right now and willing to offer your hard up baby mama a pity fuck.”
“I would never pity fuck you, Sookie. Come in.” He takes a step back so I can walk in.
I step into the apartment and stand in the kitchen while he closes the door. This feels… I don’t know what the word is. Awkward, maybe? Not wrong, but not completely right either.
“It’s Friday night and you’re not at the bar,” I observe.
“I close Tuesday through Thursday and let Chow take the weekends,” he tells me. “I go in Sunday to do the paperwork.”
“Oh. Well that’s good to know.” I lean with my back against the wall. I’m terrible at being seductive. It’s just not in my wheelhouse.
Thankfully, Eric doesn’t need seducing. He steps closer, reaches up to grab the back of my hair so he can tilt my head back and crashes his lips to mine. Of all the problems we’ve had, sex was never one of them.
My lips part for him and he immediately takes advantage. I moan as our tongues dance and I don’t fight it when his large hands grab onto my thighs so he can lift me up. My legs wrap around his waist and he reaches behind me to unzip my dress. I can feel him getting harder by the second. When he breaks the kiss so we can breathe his mouth goes straight to my newly bared tits. I’ve gone up two cup sizes since he last saw them.
“Fuck, these are glorious,” he groans against my bare flesh. He sucks lightly, moving closer to my nipple. “Couch or bedroom?”
“Bedroom,” I answer. For some reason, I don’t think this is going to be quick.
Eric carries me to his bedroom, pausing on the way to kiss me for a faint moment as he presses me against the wall. When he’s had his fill he carries me the rest of the way.
“Take this shit off,” he growls, tugging on my dress. I don’t see him move before his pants disappear.
I start tugging my dress up and Eric impatiently pulls it the rest of the way off. He whips it over his shoulder and then he pounces on me. The sex with Bill was good but it wasn’t Eric good. There’s something about the way Eric and I fit together that just blows my mind.
He pushes me onto the bed, crawling up to hover over me. I can feel his erection rub against my thigh as his lips seal around my left nipple. As he suckles he reaches down to play with my wet folds. His deft fingers rub my clit in slow circles.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he purrs once he releases my nipple with a pop.
“Two hours with Big Blue,” I pant. He knows what I’m talking about. The toy was a gag gift from him for my birthday one year after we broke up.
“You should’ve come over sooner.” His hand moves away from my pussy right before I feel the head of his cock run through my folds, ending at my opening. His eyes lock onto mine as he starts to push into me. “Is this what you need, Sookie?” he asks as he fills me.
God, yes. Exactly what I need.
My answer comes out in this gaspy, moany sound while my legs wrap around him to pull him deeper into me. I don’t fight it when he grabs my hands and pins them above my head. My back arches and my hips move, stroking his thick, solid shaft with my warm and very wet walls. I need him to move.
His eyes flutter closed for a moment. With a deep breath they open again, blazing down at me. He pulls his hips back until just his tip is inside of me. Eric is good to me. He’s not trying to torture me, so he drives back in hard. He starts thrusting quickly, filling me again and again.
“You know I’m keeping you here until you can’t fucking walk, don’t you,” he pants as his hips start to piston.
“Yes!” The answer rushes out of me without thinking twice about it. Not only will I be unable to walk by the time he’s done with me, I’m sure my brain will be mush too.
He drops his head to tug my nipple with his teeth. His free hand finds my other breast so he can roll the nipple between his fingers. Eric’s hips start to roll as he fucks me.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I want to feel you cum, baby, so fuckin’ bad.”
It’s not going to take much to make me cum. The pressure is building fast and I swear if Eric keeps looking at me like that…
Part of me feels guilty for doing this. Not just because it could potentially fuck things up with Eric, but because Bill doesn’t deserve this. I’ll come clean about it and he’s either okay with it or he’s not. Right or wrong, I know I can’t stop right now. It feels too damn good.
“Ohgodohgodohgod!” I cry out. The waves start crashing down on me, making my muscles twitch, tense and jerk. I’m pretty sure I kicked his thigh unintentionally, not that it stops him.
He’s just getting started.
I don’t know what the fuck happened or if this is going to ruin things between us, but I’ve never been able to turn Sookie down. My girl needs to be serviced; she’s getting what she wants.
When her first orgasm crashes over her I pause a moment just to watch her gorgeous face. Good fuckin’ Lord this feels good. As soon as she starts to calm down I pull out and sit back on my knees.
“Flip over. Hands and knees,” I command. I want to give her that spanking she fuckin’ needs.
Sookie’s still breathing hard but she follows my command. I pull her hips so she’s at the perfect level. I slide back into her wet sheath. Before I start to move I give her a hard smack on her right cheek. This time when I begin to fuck her I go slower so she can feel every long, thick inch that I know she’s been missing.
“Fuuuuck,” she groans and rocks back to meet my thrusts.
I give her the same slap on her left cheek. My hips swivel as I slide into her. When my thighs are pressed against hers I grind against her ass. With another smack on her ass I pull out. I continue this slow in and out for a few minutes, trying to keep my composure. It’s been a while with Sookie and she’s hands down the best fuck ever. I know if I do cum it won’t take long for me to get going again. I still want to last.
“Mmm, so fuckin’ good.” I give her another hard smack. I’m not going to bring up her “boyfriend”. I don’t want to ruin this moment.
“Yes! Fuck!” She shouts and rolls her hips.
“That’s my girl,” I growl. “Fuck me, Sookie. Show me how bad you want my dick.”
Her hair flips over her shoulder and her eyes are full of list when they meet mine. Sookie moves herself along my shaft, rocking forward until just my tip is inside her before she pushes back. In a move I don’t expect, she sucks on one of her fingers and then reaches back to play with her other entrance.
“Mmm, you should see how sexy that looks,” I purr. My hands go to her cheeks, giving them a hard squeeze. After a few moments I push her hand out of the way. I suck my thumb before I start to circle her rear hole, applying a slight amount of pressure. “Tell me if you want more,” I say, with my eyes still on hers. The lust clouding her face makes my cock twitch deep inside of her.
“Just fuck me,” she moans. Her walls flutter quickly and Sookie’s head drops to the bed.
I keep my hands where they are and I start to pull her back against me as I thrust forward. I fuck her hard, the way she likes, earning more of those delicious flutters. She’s about to cum again. The very tip my thumb breaches her back entrance as I continue to pump in and out. I’m pretty fuckin’ sure she’s going to take me with her when she cums this time.
“Yesyesyes! Eric… Fuuuuck!” Her moans become shouts and when her pussy clenches it’s so intense she almost forces me out of her.
“Fuck!” I hiss. My hips jerk a few times as her orgasm rips mine from me. I fill her with my cum, groaning loudly. My cock pulses inside of her, making her moan with me. I’m nowhere close to done yet.
“Ohmygod,” she breathes. Sookie’s body goes limp and she whimpers quietly with her aftershocks.
I pull out and flip her onto her back. My hands go to her inner thighs so I can push them back. I groan when I see my cum dripping out of her pussy. Mmm… so fucking sexy.
I look back up at her face as I slide two thick fingers into her core. I don’t hesitate to twist and curl until I find her g-spot. The sound that comes out of her throat makes my cock twitch.
“Is that good, Sookie?” I purr. I settle my other hand on her bump and use my thumb to rub slow circles around her clit.
“Yes!” Her hands clutch at my sheets. Her back arches while her walls grip my fingers over and over and over again. “Ohgodohgodohgod!”
I can’t help myself when I scoot back so I can lean over. My lips seal around her clit, sucking the way she likes. Every few seconds my tongue flicks out to lick the top of her opening. I missed the way she tastes. Holly is good, don’t get me wrong, but she’s not as good as Sookie. Not to me anyway.
I need to make her cum one more time. I’m already getting hard again and seeing Sookie’s beautiful face while she cums coupled with the way her fluttering walls are gripping my fingers is going to be enough to get me hard enough to fuck her again.
Sookie grabs my hair and holds my head in place while she chants my name in a sweet, breathy way. She trembles when she cums again and I’m sure there’s a puddle forming underneath her.
“You need a break?” I ask quietly before I go back to licking her clit. I’m not rubbing her g-spot anymore, but my fingers are still slowly pumping in and out.
“Nope,” she answers. Her thighs are shaking.
“Mmm, good.” I sit up on my knees. I pull my fingers out, using her juices to coat my shaft when I pump a few times. I rub my head against her clit, making her shiver and my cock twitch again. My eyes are on her drenched pussy as I put my tip at her opening and start to slide in slowly. I’ve had a lot of sex with Sookie and I’ve never felt her this wet. “Do you think you can get up and ride me?” I ask as I give her shallow thrusts.
“Uh huh,” she nods, her eyes fluttering shut. Her hands go to her nipples and tug on them.
Fuck, I think I can make her cum just doing this. If the way her pussy trying to suck me in is any indication, I think I should at least try. My thumb goes right back to her clit. She doesn’t get more than my head pumping in and out of her warm sheath.
“You want to cum like this first, baby? It feels like you’re going to… and it feels fuckin’ perfect.”
She makes some sort of noise and tugs on her nipples again. I continue on like this for a few minutes until she cums with a silent scream. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. I’m so fucking in love with this girl it aches. Fuck.
“Okay, come on, take what you need.” I pull away and lie on the bed next to a panting Sookie. I’m not entirely convinced she can move.
Her arm flops across my chest but that’s as far as she goes.
“I think… I think I need a minute,” she pants.
I roll on my side. My hand goes to her bump so I can rub slowly. I start to kiss the side of her neck, up to her ear.
“Take your time, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper before sucking lightly on her earlobe.
“You know… I really am a shitty person,” she says, seemingly out of nowhere. “I really don’t understand why you even like me sometimes.”
Truth is, I don’t know, but that doesn’t make her a shitty person.
“We fit,” I tell her. “I’ve had days where I wanted to walk away from you forever but I knew I would be miserable without you in my life. You’re not a shitty person. You’re fun and sweet, sometimes, you have this… I don’t know what to call it but it draws me to you like a moth to a flame. You’re the one person that gets me, other than Alcide, and as shitty as we can be to each other, we’re even better when we’re loving each other.” I don’t know if that makes any sense, but it sounded good in my head. I lift my arm to show her my SS tattoo again. “I look at this every day and remember why I need to better myself. I’ve loved you for eleven years and that is never going to stop. If anyone is shitty, it’s me.”
Sookie sighs and shakes her head.
“You’re not shitty, Eric. I don’t fall in love with shitty,” she reasons.
“Neither do I.” I kiss her jaw. “I fall in love with beautiful… funny… fierce… stubborn…” Each word is broken up by kisses. “You’re an amazing person, beautiful girl.”
Sookie turns on her side to face me. She looks troubled and a little sad, which isn’t what I was expecting to see. “Then why can’t we ever make it work, Eric?”
“Because I’m an asshole and I don’t compromise.” It’s that simple. I know that, which is why I’m working on changing.
“Two fucking peas in a pod,” she sighs and closes her eyes.
“Yeah,” I agree. “Do you love me?” I ask quietly.
Sookie’s eyes open and they’re glassy with tears. She takes a deep breath and answers, “Too much.”
“There’s no such thing as too much when it comes to loving you.” I prop up on my elbow, leaving my hand on her belly. “We have a reason to try harder now,” I tell her. I feel a little bump on my hand, making me freeze. “What was that?” I whisper, staring down at her belly.
“Ummm… I don’t know,” Sookie says. Her eyes shift down to her belly. “I think she kicked, maybe?”
My eyes start to sting. Fuck. I can’t cry… it’s not manly.
“She… she kicked me?” I sniffle. Fuck me. I thought I loved this little baby before, now I’m… she’s… fuck.
“I think so,” Sookie says quietly. “She’s never done that before, at least not that I could feel.”
I lean down and press a lingering kiss on Sookie’s lips. “She either loves me or hates me,” I chuckle quietly against her lips. I press my fingers down where I felt the kick and get another little bump. That’s definitely a kick. Her mom kicks in her sleep and that’s just about how it feels.
“I straddle that line daily,” Sookie jokes and then offers me a slow kiss that includes her fingers combing through the hair at the nape of my neck.
I rub her belly as we kiss. It doesn’t get too intense or passionate, but I’m definitely feeling things. Good things. I shift on top of her, making sure not to apply too much pressure on her belly. We’re still kissing slowly when I line my tip up with her opening and slide in. Our tongues dance as I begin to pump in and out, feeling her warm, velvety walls flutter softly around my shaft. This is something I’ve only ever done with the gorgeous woman below me. I’m making love to the mother of my daughter and it feels… perfect.
The best part is that Sookie’s not fighting it. Her kisses are as passionate as mine and her limbs are wrapped around me, urging me a little deeper with every thrust of my hips. Her little moans and gasps between kisses confirm that she’s feeling all the things I am. When her eyes meet mine, I can see the girl I fell in love with eleven years ago staring back at me.
She pushes on my chest to get me to roll over and when I do, I bring her with me. Sookie sits up and puts my hands on her tits while she rocks back and forth. I’m fully sheathed inside of her and I feel every pulse of her tight core as she rocks, slowly milking me. Her hips start to move in slow circles, going around and around for a few seconds before she leans back to brace her hands on my thighs to begin rising and falling slowly. I can see her wetness glossy on my shaft. Her swollen pink lips stretch as my cock fills her and in a matter of seconds I feel her juices starting to coat my sac.
This is where we both belong, together, making love, fucking, and everything in between. Not just because the sex is amazing. Because my heart and soul belong to her, and I know she feels the same. My eyes travel between her pussy stretched around me, up to her nipples. Her nipples are tight, begging to be sucked on. I stay right where I am as my eyes travel up to her face. She probably wouldn’t be considered the prettiest girl based on society’s standards. To me, she’s the most beautiful girl in the world.