Chapter 22
Abigail
It turned out to be a nice evening out, even though the moment I got home, I raced to Isabella’s bedroom to see how she was doing. She was sound to sleep.
Confident Isabella was going to be fine, I bent and gave her a kiss on the forehead, careful not to wake her. Straightening, I turned and was surprised to find Devon in the doorway.
“How’s she doing?” he asked, stepping into the room and placing a little gift-wrapped box on Isabella’s dresser.
“She’ll be fine. She’s not as warm as she was earlier.”
“That’s good.” He stepped out of the room and waited for me to exit before closing the door behind me.
“Yes.” I stopped and looked up at him. So, what now? I really wasn’t sure. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and take comfort in his strength, but I held myself back unsure of where we go from here.
“I have a question for you.” He motioned for me to follow him and I obliged walking down the hallway and into his bedroom.
“Sure.”
“What’s the deal with his father?”
“What do you mean?”
“Who is he? What does he do? She told me she doesn’t have a father.”
“She doesn’t.” I shrugged as I sat on the bed and watched him loosen his tie and pull it over his head, tossing it onto the top of his dresser.
Chuckling, he gave me a look of exasperation. “That’s not possible. Somewhere along the way sperm came from a man.”
“That’s about it, he was just a sperm donor.”
“I see. When was the last time you saw Isabella’s father?”
“A few days after I told him I was pregnant.”
“He hasn’t supported Isabella? He hasn’t helped out at all?”
I laughed at how flabbergasted the idea seemed to be to Devon. “It’s not unusual.”
“He’s required to at least help financially. Didn’t you take him to court.”
“No.” This conversation was getting old. I’d had it numerous times over the years.
“Why?” He stopped undressing, his shirt partway unbuttoned.
“Because he’s not someone I want in our lives. It was a judgement call. And I’d never reconsider that decision, it was the right choice.”
“But Abigail - ”
Okay, this was getting very old and I was done with it. “Thank you for the enjoyable evening.” I left without giving him a chance to stop me.
Entering my room, I closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief. Leaning back against the door, I closed my eyes and gave myself a moment to settle. It wasn’t his fault for being curious; he wasn’t the first or the last. But I’d been living in this fantasy world for the past few weeks and had no desire to let reality dampen my mood.
Opening my eyes, I took a step away from the door and yelped upon hearing a knock at the door. “Abigail. I need to talk to you. Can I come in?”
Dammit.
“We can talk in the morning,” I called out, walking from the door and towards the dresser.
“No. I really want to talk with you. I have something to say.”
“You’re not going to go away until I let you come in are you?”
There was a pause. “No. Wasn’t planning on it.”
Rolling my eyes, I went back to the door and opened it. Devon was standing on the other side, shirtless, and looking way too hot for either of our goods.
Planting my hands on my hips, I shook my head. “I’m not going to sleep with you if that’s what you’re here for. Yesterday was stress relief. That was it.”
He chuckled, but the smile faded quickly enough. “I’m serious.” Walking over to the bed, he sat down and patted the empty spot beside him. “Please. Sit.”
I hesitated a moment ultimately doing as requested. Sitting, I didn’t get too comfortable. If he continued with the conversation we had earlier or was looking for a bootie call, his ass would be booted out of my room faster than he could say dildo.
Just to get it out of the way once and for all, I said, “It’s in the past, just let it go. I made a mistake, but Isabella was a wonderful consequence. Trust me when I say, it was for the best.”
“All right.” He gave me a weak smile. “I believe you.”
“Good. Thank you.” Releasing a sigh of relieve, I shrugged. It was feeling awkward currently and I simply didn’t know what to say. If he didn’t want to know more about Isabella’s dad or sex than what was he here for?
“Can I tell you something in confidence? Tell you something I’ve never told anybody?” His expression turned solemn.
Concerned, I turned to face him straight on. “Sounds like you really have something to say.”
“I do. I do. I didn’t mean to pry earlier.”
I nodded. “That’s fine.”
“Have I ever told you that I didn’t lost me virginity until I was in college.”
A smile crept onto my lips, as I cocked a brow up at him. “College?” he had to have been fucking with me. “I lost mine a little sooner than that.”
Giving me a sheepish grin, he shrugged.
“Why so late?” This was getting interesting. I certainly wouldn’t have been able to guess that was what he wanted to discuss with me. “Why are you telling me this?”
“I was a bit of a loser throughout school. It wasn’t until I started college that I started to have some appeal to women.”
Looking at the glorious man before me, with the finely defined muscle, it was hard to believe that he was anything less than a lady killer. But as I thought about it, there were lots of men that looked hotter as they matured. Maybe he was just a late bloomer?
“So, I ask again, why are you telling me this?”
“One of the first women I was with was pregnant.”
I stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to say. Devon Townstead being a dad wasn’t information that was publicized and quite frankly a shock. Wait a moment, did he say was?
“We had a brief relationship and I didn’t even know until after the fact that she was pregnant.”
“After the fact?”
“A few months after we stopped seeing each other, I found out she’d been pregnant and had an abortion.”
“Ohh.” My heart sank for him. “Would you have wanted to keep the baby?”
He sighed, leaning back on the bed, bracing himself up with his elbows. “That’s a question I’ve been debating in my mind for a long time now. I was in my first year of college, and I was finally getting interest from girls. I didn’t have much money so I’m not sure how much support I would have been financially. But I would’ve tried. I may not have seen the success that I have now if she’d kept it. But maybe I would have. It’s purely speculation, either way. I’d like to think I’d have wanted to keep the baby and made a go of it.”
Nodding, I lay back on the bed, stretching out beside him and propping my head up with my hand. There were so many questions I wanted to ask him but refrained. If he wanted to tell me more, he would.
“I’m also mentioning this for a second reason.”
“Which is?”
“Last night, there’s a step we forgot.”
I didn’t have to think about what he was referring to, it came to me, “We didn’t use…” How could I have been so stupid as to not have thought about it? The man had more sexual partners in a month than I’d had my entire life! So, so, stupid.
“Which leads me to ask, are you on anything?”
“Of course. Birth control pills.”
He smiled. “Good.” He rolled over to his side and smiled, giving my outer, upper thigh a squeeze. “That’s one less thing to worry about then.”
“Yes, it is.” Could you imagine, a baby with Manhattan’s most eligible! It would be a media circus. No, thank you. One thing I’d discovered over the past few weeks is that I hated the limelight. It made me feel insecure and anxious.
He leaned over and brushed his lips across mine. Smiling, I playfully nipped at his lower lip. Chuckling, he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping between my lips seeking out mine. As our tongues touched and began to dance, a jolt of electric pleasure raced through me igniting a fire between my legs.
As I lost myself in the feel of his expert tongue toying with mine, I felt myself being pushed backwards against the mattress. All worries, fears and insecurities dissipated as his lips left mine and began to work their way across my jawline and down my neck.
Closing my eyes, I lifted my chin and relished the feel of his lips and tongue while basking the faint smell of his cologne.
Damn, I loved it when he kissed my neck. His teeth and tongue worked in perfect harmony, tickling while sending little jolts of pleasure and pain through me. It was as if the nerves in my neck were directly connected to my core. By the time his lips made it to my collarbone, my fingers were gripping tight to the blanket below me while my pelvis gyrated, waiting and hoping for his cock.
“Devon,” I moaned his name as be undid the front of my blouse and pushed the fabric aside to expose breasts covered in a white front-clasp lace bra.
“Yes, baby,” he replied running the tip of his tongue along my collarbone and stopping at the center of my chest.
I didn’t answer as his fingers flicked open my bra, allowing my breasts to burst free.
His mouth continued its journey between the aching mounds before working their way to my left breast. As his tongue circled around one nipple, his hand worked on the clasp on my jeans. By the time his hand had the jeans undone and slithered under the denim to palm my damp core, his mouth was playing with nipple, teasing the hard bud before sucking it in.
Releasing my breast, his mouth shifted to the other one as his hand slipped under my matching lace panties to stroke my slit. With each pass, he’d pause to tease my clit, making me buck and moan against his fingers.
I expected him to slip his fingers into me, but he didn’t. To my dismay, he instead pulled his hand from my panties and released my breast from his mouth.
“But - ”
He didn’t reply, but instead moved his lips and tongue down my stomach. Opening my eyes, I watched as he slowly teased his way down my body, every inch bringing him closer to my mound. The need for him within me came to the point where I could barely handle it. I silently begged him to get it over with and fuck me before I died from anticipation.
Pausing at the top of my jeans, he looked up and caught my gaze. There was a hunger in his eyes that sent shivers through me. I’d never had a man look at me with such intensity before; it made me feel sexy and desirable in a way I’d never felt before.
“I’ve been dying to see how good you taste, sweetie,” he growled as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and slowly slid them down my hips. I’d become so wet between my legs that the removal of my jeans sent a shiver through me as the coolness of the air tickled my pussy through the wet lace.
“Devon, I… ” My heart raced. God, how I wanted to see him with his head between my legs, devouring me.
He smiled a second time. Damn him and that devilishly wicked smile. “Tell me you want my tongue on you. Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.”
He tugged my panties down my hips and off, tossing them to the floor, then grabbed my knees and urged my legs further apart. The shy part of me resisted at first, but the hunger and need within me overruled any embarrassment and I allowed my legs to be spread.
To my dismay, he stood and leaned over me, kissing me once more before lowering to his knees so his head was between my legs. Grabbing my hips in his strong hands, he pulled me down the bed so that my bottom was at the edge.
Bowing his head, he kissed my mound in a series of light butterfly kisses until I was bucking against his mouth. “Please, Devon. Please.”
“Please, what,” he murmured adding his fingers to the torture, stroking my pussy while taking care not to touch my clit or dip into my core.
“Please put your tongue in me,” I responded, captivated by the sight of his tongue working my pussy. There was such a sense of power that came with watching a man go down on me, worshipping my pussy. It added to the excitement.
“Why?”
I groaned out loud. What in the hell did this man want from me! “Because I need to come. Please, Devon.”
“Those are the magic words baby,” he murmured, spreading my pussy lips with his fingers and beginning to run his tongue along my slit. With each pass, he’d pause at my clit and take a moment to suck and flick it, sending tremors of pleasure through me.
I began to buck against his mouth, trying to make him give me what I needed. However, it seemed that the needier I became, the more he teased. Surely this wicked man was going to kill me.
“I can’t take my more,” I groaned.
“I think you can.” His tongue and lips began to focus on my clit as he slipped two fingers deep into me with one quick, forceful thrust.
I cried out. He was going to make me come; the combination of his mouth and fingers would be my undoing in no time. And he was relentless. The desire within me was building to a point where I could barely take it another second.
Releasing the blanket, I grasped his shoulders, my fingernails biting into the flesh and leaving deep crescent marks. He didn’t seem to notice as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue.
In and out, in and out. His tongue was relentless, greedily lapping up my juices as they greeted his tongue.
Oh god, this is to much!
Oh fuck. Oh god. Devon…
I couldn’t think as my mind blanked out and the pleasure took over. In one massive sweep of pleasure that made my body convulse and me scream out, I came. He groaned, burying his mouth against my core and lapping up the evidence of my orgasm.
“Please, please. Come here,” I begged.
Lifting his head, he obliged standing and leaning over me, his mouth covering my as he kissed me deeply. The taste of me on his lips sent my desire into a frenzy once more. That I just came and still needed him so badly was a new sensation for me, but that’s how it was. I kissed his back with every ounce of passion I had within me as my fingers fumbled with the clasp of his jeans and then zipper.
With more effort than I had anticipated, I managed to undo his pants and pull them down over his hips, quickly followed by his boxer briefs. His dick sprang forth, a dollop of precum forming at the tip. Without giving it any thought, I leaned forward and my tongue lashed out at the tip.