“Is that why you’re in my bed?” I asked instead of answering. “Romantic intentions?”
Barry returned his hand to my side, thumb wiping back and forth over where the baby loves to kick when she’s awake. “Well, I figured sharing a bed might make it easier, you know, when you need help with your woes.”
“My woes?”
“Your horny woes. It’s very serious, I need to be on standby to provide assistance at a moment’s notice. And I’ve been out of town for four whole days.”
“Fourwhole days,” I repeated with fanfare. “Sounds like you maybe had some horny woes of your own.” I looked meaningfully down between us where his dick was most definitely still poking me.
“Well, that can happen when I know you’re here by yourself.” Barry boldly traced his fingers up my side and over my chest, stopping to press on a sensitive nipple, making me inhale. The nipple immediately went stiff and pointy under my shirt—his shirt. “Knowing there was no one here to help you.” He traced that hand back over my side, his fingers feather light until reaching bare skin. “What did you do with yourself?”
“I’m not insatiable. I can go a few days without an orgasm,” I lied. Big old lie. The shower head and my vibrator were put to their paces in those four days, and each time I came, it was only because I was thinking about my night with him.
His hand ventured to my hip, squeezing my ass once before slipping between my thighs. I shuttered a breath, sliding my top thigh back to give him easier access. He hummed, a knowing smile stretched over his lips and a sparkle in his eyes when he found me stupidly wet through my underwear. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him it was nothing—another lie—when he pushed my underwear to the side and slid a finger up my middle, circling my clit.
I let out an embarrassing breathy moan, but it only lit up Barry’s eyes further. He brought his face closer to mine, mouth hovering next to where I bit my lower lip.
“Usually I get my own room, but these last couple of nights I had to stay with one of the rookies.”
“Unfortunate,” I muttered, breathless. He pressed one of those long fingers into me and I moaned, my head falling forward. His mouth pressed against my cheek while he languorously finger fucked me with one finger, and then a second.
“Do you know how difficult it was for me? Being there thinking about you here with your toy between your legs, trying to make yourself come? I couldn’t even jack off in peace, I had to waste an unseemly amount of water thinking about you, you know that?”
“I’m sorry,” I breathed, though I wasn’t sorry. I was fucking electrified imagining him quietly coming in the shower multiple times a day. “If it’s any consolation, I probably wasted more water with the shower head you installed.”
Barry groaned at the image I painted and pushed his fingers deeper.
“Can I taste you?” he asked. “Please?”
And since he was so very polite, I couldn’t deny him. “I’m not supposed to lie down on my back.”
“Wouldn’t dare ask it of you.” He was panting, hot breaths over my mouth mixing with mine. “Would ask you to sit on my face, though. I’m not above begging.”
My face flamed hot, and I had to close my eyes from the embarrassment I was feeling. I wanted to claim I was too heavy, too wet, anything, but I’d seen Barry lift insane amounts of weight in the gym, and if he wasn’t embarrassed about my pussy being over his face like that, well then maybe I shouldn’t be either.
I nodded, whimpering when his fingers retreated from me. He pulled my panties down my legs, and I helped kick them offbefore scrabbling up the bed to straddle his face. My mind was pretty much an unending Jumbotron ofwhat the fuck what the fuck what the fuck, but then he started eating—and I meanjust going for it—and my thoughts turned to mostly static.
I knew that grinding my pussy on the face of my baby daddy, whom I swore I would not be developing romantic feelings for, was an objectively very bad idea. Extraordinarily bad.
Unfortunately, though, I really, really wanted to come on his face and then let him fuck me raw, and that feeling won out over reason.
I came faster than I had since he left, and Barry moaned right with me, holding my hands as I ground against his mouth, his tongue lapping in perfect pulses against my clit.
When it was too much and he showed no sign of stopping, I shuffled backward until he had to relent.
“You’re good at that,” I said, breathless.
Barry propped himself up on his elbows while I inched down his body. When I got to his boxers, I pulled them down until his hard dick sprung free. I grabbed it and he dropped his head back with a moan.
“Hannah, please let me sleep in your bed and be romantic to you until the baby comes, I’ll beg to eat your pussy every day, I swear it,” Barry said.
I huffed a laugh and sank onto his length, making us both curse at how good it felt. Was it always going to be like this with him? Was it always going to feel so intense?
When I was wrapped around him, he took my hands again, lacing our fingers together and letting me press on him for support while I started moving my hips.
“You have about two minutes of this before I get too tired to hold myself up like this,” I said, already a little winded while keeping my pace on his cock.
“Well, if you keep it up, I’ll come in about forty seconds.”
