Page 32 of Because of Them

“God Audrey, you’re perfect.”

I tease her nipple with my tongue, savouring the tiny whimper she releases. My mouth closes around her breast, teethgrazing against her. When she writhes underneath me, I trail my fingers lower to toy with the waistband on her pants. The elastic band stretches easily and I dip my hand in. Her panties are soaked. Pushing them to the side, I run my finger through her hot, wet sex. With my thumb, I press on her clit.

“Is this okay?” I ask, hesitating at her opening. “For the baby?”

She doesn’t answer, instead lifting her hips and guiding my finger into her. She gasps as I pull it out, adding a second finger and pushing deep to massage her inner walls.

“Kiss me,” she whispers.

I pop my mouth off her breast, moving up to claim her mouth again. With a firm kiss, I curl my fingers inside her, pumping in and out.

“Please, Michael.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I will do anything and everything she asks of me, now and always.

I rub my thumb around her clit. Her muscles contract around my fingers as I move them ferociously, drawing the orgasm out of her. When she reaches a fierce peak, she grinds her hips up to fuck my fingers.

“Are you going to come all over my hand, Audrey?”

Her back arches off the bed. She moans into my mouth, and I continue to rub my fingers against her inner walls as she rides through her orgasm. She lets out a final whimper and collapses softly back against the mattress. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I lick my fingers clean.

God.Fuck, I forgot how incredible she tasted.

My cock strains, aching for relief, but all I want to do is bury my face between her legs and drown in her. She pushes against me, rolling us over until she is positioned over me.

Audrey kisses me firmly, then drops her hands between my legs. Her fingers unbutton my denim shorts but for some ungodly reason I reach under her shoulders and pull her up.

My balls scream at me, but I don’t care. The relief I was craving is no longer important. Nothing could ever be more important than Audrey. I need her to understand this was not about me. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close.

“Not tonight. You don’t owe me Audrey.”

She hesitates, her fingers still twitching as she reaches between us.

“I mean it. Plus, there’ll be plenty more of this if I have my way.”

Her head drops to my shoulder and I hold her close, ignoring the intense throbbing in my balls. It’s not exactly what I meant when I said not tonight, and I’ll probably have to deal with my cock later, but it’ll be worth it for this moment. To have been this close to Audrey.

To feel her completely relaxed in my arms. To get a glimpse into what our life could be like.

She lifts her head to look at me. “Should we get dinner then? I still want that greasy rotisserie chicken and hot salty chips.”

“Not yet.”

I kiss her forehead and she lays back down, snuggling into me. Her back glistens with sweat, goosebumps erupting where I caress her skin with my fingertips. We breathe in sync, soaking in each other’s comfort.

There’s something about this moment that is entirely foreign, but also intimately familiar. It’s so different to all the one-night stands and short-lived flings. It’s warm and comforting, the closeness filling a space inside me I didn’t realise was lacking. It feels … right.

Until she wriggles free, snatching her bra and top off the bed. She holds them over her chest as she stands at the foot of the bed. Hair ruffled, eyes wide, chest heaving.

“Well,” she squeaks. “That was fun.”

And I think being called fun is even worse than being thrown in the friendzone.

MICHAEL

My knee bounces. Underneath me, the hard plastic chair works to slowly steal all feeling from my butt. The air is stale and smells so strongly of cleaning products that each inhale burns my windpipe.

Beside me, Audrey crosses one leg over the other. Her ankle flicks in tiny, rapid movements, as shaky as her breaths. The twenty weeks banana I brought bounces in her lap, untouched.

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