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“So the buildup was worth it?” When all she did was whine in response, I chuckled. “Start sliding the dildo in and out. And keep your other hand on the buttons.”
“I’m not even sure I need to turn it on,” she said with a weak laugh. “I’m so fucking close. Your voice is unfairly sexy.”
“Is that so? Then if I ask nicely, will you come for me?”
“Yes,” she said, voice pitching up as she fucked herself with the dildo. She was so wet, I could hear it slide in and out; the noise enough to make my eyes flutter.
“Leah, please. Let me hear you come. Please, I need to hear it.”
“Niall,” she whimpered, breath coming in fast waves, faster and faster until— “Fuck, Niall. You better be coming too. I—”
She trailed off, words melting into a puddle of sighs and moans and heavy breaths. Relief that I’d accomplished making her come hit me first, then the shuddering wave of my orgasm that tore through me as I spilled onto my thighs.
We sat in silence for a long moment as we caught our breath. But before we could completely even out, I asked, “Do you want another one?”
The Bubbly Feeling
Leah
Iwas in big fucking trouble. After Niall talked me through five fucking orgasms, only calling it a night because he had a game the next day and couldn’t stay up any longer, my Instagram feed decided my thirsting wasn’t done and fed me video after video of fan-made thirst edits. Apparently my baby daddy was popular enough for that. And while a tiny, irrelevant part of me was a little upset all these folks had the hots for him, the horny part of me was eternally grateful. Like, how many other people get to have hot clips of their man without having to make them themselves?
Not like Niall was mine in any capacity.
Co-parents, that’s what we are. And maybe edging toward fuck buddy territory. Now, I didn’t exactly want to go there, but he jerked off to me first and I was entering a state of horniness I’d only ever experienced after my first time. And Niall was so much better than Kyle had been.
The fuck buddies situation would be totally fine so long as I could keep my feelings in check. While pregnant. And while he continues to act like the perfect golden boy he is.
Fuck my life.
Especially now as I walked in to the women’s shelter to volunteer with him and his horde of hot teammates with my raging hormones in tow.
Though I did do some research and it’s too early for me blame my horniness on the pregnancy just yet. Which means it was all Niall’s fault.
Stupid, hot, sexy, thoughtful man.
“Leah!” the Italian player on the team shouted at me as I made my way through the lot and to the shelter’s volunteer door.
“Hey, um …” Only a handful of the guys had properly introduced themselves when I went to the stadium. And while Niall had given me everyone’s names, I had trouble adding more names to my memory database. My twenty-five students kinda took all that space up.
“Ricci,” he said, then pressed a hand to his chest and straightened his shoulders. “I won the honor of hosting your baby shower.”
“Were you the instigator of the baby shower? Because I got roped into a work shower because of that call,” I mockingly chastised him.
“Ah, no, no, no. It was Brooker, I think. Or maybe Sosa or Fuller. Those three are the usual troublemakers.”
“What?” Brooker shouted from the register desk next to the entrance.
“Nothing,” Ricci said quickly. “Anyway, my girlfriend is very excited. She just moved here from New York and she needs some local friends.”
“Oh, I’m not really a friend person, sorry,” I said, cringing.
“Ah, she will change your mind. She’s got a very … bright personality.” He smiled and we started over to the registration.
“Hey, Leah. I got some of those ginger candies from Rosa in case you’ve got any nausea while we’re here,” Brooker said once we approached, taking one of the candies out from his pocket.
“Dude,” Ricci hissed as he smacked Brooker’s arm. “They might not be dating, but you can’t hit on Christenson’s … co-parent.”
“What? I was just trying to be helpful. Why does everyone think I’m hitting on every woman I’m nice to?”
