Page 6 of Big Baby
I kissed her neck, licked at her chest, and only a few seconds after me, while I was still coming down, she came hard, her pussy clenching and unclenching around my softening cock, sending fresh zaps through my over-sensitive body. The little noises she made would stick with me forever, these breathy, light huffs of pleasure that petered out as she came back down.
Together, we worked to calm our hearts, to find our breaths.
We laid like that, still connected, just existing, until she patted me on the shoulder blade and told me she couldn’t breathe.
I rolled off her, landing with a grunt onto the bed at her side. And we panted, looked up at the ceiling and panted, trying to settle our dual racing pulses.
“That was…” I started, unable to put into words what she’d just done for me. Never had sex been like that. Never had I experienced a connection as intense.
“Mm hm,” she whispered, her voice high.
I found her hand and held it tight, and there we remained, looking up at the ceiling, the illusion shattered, our bodies satiated and our minds on fire. At least mine was.
What the fuck was I supposed to do now?
Chapter Three
Zora
“You’rethebiggestidioton the planet, Zora,” Noah grumbled at me, rummaging through the drawers in the office with a frantic energy that wasnothelping me. “I can’t find any.”
“Shit!” I hissed, jumping in beside him to look as well. My body was buzzing with stress, making my fingertips tingle and my heart feel all stupid and fluttery.
I knew they kept a stash of them in here. Or they used to, before Bailey took over and made it a much more aboveboard place to work. We no longer lied about our identities; we were way more upfront about safety, kinks and whatever. And apparently, we no longer kept a stock of morning-after pills in the office drawers.
“Bailey’ll kill you for this,” Noah said, tutting and shaking his bleached blond head.
I looked at him wide-eyed. “It’s my fuck-up, I’ll fix it.”
And it was the biggest of fuck-ups. I’d just lost myself in the man in every way. Nothing like that had ever happened before. I always had the most level of heads when at work, even when I had to fake it; my mind was switched on for keeping myself safe, both physically and mentally.
But Harry… he’d twisted up my sensible brain like some kind of demon. I wasn’t supposed to have sex that night, even with a condom. It went against our safety protocols. I wasn’t protected after coming off the pill because it made me fucking suicidal… oh holy shit.
“You’ll have to go to the pharmacy,” Noah winced, standing up straight when we both came up empty again. “What were you thinking?”
“That he was a good fuck, and we had condoms?” I paused. “That we failed to use.”
God, why had I done that? Why hadn’t I stopped him? Truth was, it hadn’t occurred to me. I’d been so deep into what we’d been doing that the thought of making him wrap it up didn’t once enter my mind.
Idiot.
I was for sure an idiot.
What type of whore wasn’t on birth control?
The kind that got suicidal with hormones and squicked out at the idea of the coil but was bracing herself for the appointment, anyway. I was good at keeping myself safe, refusing cream pie scenes even when I was on the damn pill.
Until Harry. Until our scene finished and I wanted more from him. Lost myself and any sense of level-headedness I might have once had.
Then he left, dragging himself away with a scatter of kisses over my body and a longing look. That’s when it crashed down. When I could still feel him between my legs, his cum pooling under my ass to remind me what a fucking dumb bitch I’d been.
“What time does the pharmacy open?” I asked Noah, looking at him with panic in my eyes, thrumming through my veins. I wasn’t even dressed yet, had stumbled out of the session with Harry, my robe thrown haphazardly over my ravaged body, on a mission to get my hands on those damn pills as soon as my mind switched back on.
Noah found me while he was returning from one of the rooms with a bucket and a mop in his hand, and dropped everything to help. My angel.
His phone was in his grip, his brow furrowing. “8am,” he said.
“Six hours from now.” I nodded, steeling myself. “That’s fine. I have no more bookings anyway. Bailey had me on strict no dicks near my cooch duty.” I winced. “I’m gonna go home and get some rest, grab it in the morning.”
