Page 86 of Rebound
Soon after our night together, I got off to visuals of the way his body looked above mine. How every muscle and sinew shimmered and flexed as he fucked me. We barely spoke that night, much like the evening in Millie’s bathroom, but every sound he made played on a loop in my head. The orgasms I gave myself were some of the most powerful ones ever. Think shaking and screaming, and most likely scaring the shit out of my neighbours. I have no regrets.
Until I found out I was pregnant.
Since then, I’ve been…dry again. I’ve been wobbling between being angry at him for our past, annoyed that he’s so fucking beautiful and irritated that my well-laid plans are being totally messed up. So when I woke up this morning with a familiar ache, I took matters into my own hands. Then got home from work and did it again, making sure to send Patrick a picture of what he’s done to me.
I prop my iPad against his stack of baby books and adjust myself so the camera can see all of me. I straighten the shirt I’m wearing—a light pink full-sleeved one I stole from his cupboard earlier—so it covers everything and then slip in my earphones. As an audiobook listener, I’ve learned the value of using headphones during sex scenes and Patrick’s going to put them all to shame. Lube and two vibrators sit beside me as I smooth a hand over my bump.
I jump when the call comes through and take a minute before I press the button to answer it. Patrick’s face and chest appear on my screen and I smile as he stares at me. His hair is loose and flipped over to one side as his eyes rove over me, the corner of his mouth kicking up slightly. I bite my bottom lip and nudge the shirt aside, revealing a little more of myself and he grunts. Spreading my legs, I hitch the shirt up fully and tuck it under my breasts. The sound he makes is unidentifiable, but I watch his gaze linger on my belly before sliding down to my bare pussy.
“You shaved,” he whispers and I nod, dragging two fingers through my folds and parting them to give him a better view. “Jesus.”
“I wanna see you too, Trick.”
He sets his device down and I’m treated to the most incredible sight—he’s completely naked and his cock is standing upright. He wraps one large hand around the base and pumps it, our eyes meeting as I lick my lips. We stare as we touch and tease ourselves, my thighs tremble in anticipation. While I can make myself come, it’s nothing compared to what Patrick can do. But until he’s home, this is my only way.
“Look at that pussy. My pussy,” he growls and I nod, rubbing the tips of my fingers around my labia. “Daddy misses her.”
When I first called him that it hadn’t been with the intention of getting either of us riled up, but hearing him say it? I don’t think I can ever go back.
“She misses you too. Come home,” I say softly as his hand slides up his cock, over the head and back down. A light sheen now coats his length and I sigh. I love knowing I have this effect even from so far away he’s already leaking.
“I’ll be home soon, Lo. Pump that cunt full of me.”
My head falls back at the image and push two fingers inside. His groan echoes in my ears and I fuck myself slowly.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being stretched by my cock, fucking you hard and deep until you can’t take it anymore.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I shake at his low gravelly chuckle, but I don’t stop pumping my fingers. I force myself to focus on the screen and see his smile as he strokes himself slowly, lazily. I can tell from his expression that he’s not focused on his pleasure. This call is about me and he wants to watch. He slides his hand up, palm pressing to the crown and then back down, twisting around the base. I want to lick him, slide him down my throat and fill myself up with him.
“I know, Lo. A few more hours and you can have him. I promise.”
I bite my lip harder as I twist my fingers, pushing them as deep as I can at this angle. A whine escapes me because it’s not enough. I need him.
“Use your vibrator, baby. I’ll make sure you get what you need.”
I pull my hand away and sit up, back flush against the stack of pillows, and grab the light blue vibrator. His eyebrow quirks up and I grin, twisting the bottom so it starts buzzing and thrusting.
“Can’t wait to use all your toys when I get home.”
“Only if I can use them on you.”
His responding smile is filled with promise and I shudder. Then he nods and says, “Start with the lowest setting and tease your clit.”
I follow his instructions, keeping it slow as it rubs and strokes against my clit. My eyes roll back as the sensations overwhelm me. My hips jolt and I adjust the toy against my pussy, the steady vibration sends sparks of pleasure through me. It dawns on me that I haven’t had a real dick inside me for months.
“Inside you now, sweetheart. And up the speed.”
I fumble with the toy, but do as I’m told. I’ll be rewarded at the end anyway. With one hand, I spread myself open and slide the vibrator inside me with the other. Twisting it slightly until I have a better grip on the handle, I increase the speed and moan so loudly, I’m certain the walls shake.
“How does it feel, Lo?”
“Good,” I grind out as the toy thrusts inside me. “Not as good as you.”
“Right answer, baby. Now, guide the toy. Pump it while it fucks you.”
His rasp is accompanied by a sound and when I crack open my eyes, I see his hand pumping his cock faster. I move the toy, matching the thrusts as I guide it deeper. It will never go as far as Patrick can, but for now, this is the relief I’ve been aching for. I bend my knees and press my feet to the bed, spreading my thighs further apart. I’ve also never been more glad to have done yoga with the girls once a week; being flexible while fat and pregnant isn’t easy.
