CHAPTER THIRTEEN | JOSH
That damn tank top had been taunting me all fucking afternoon; the way the thin purple cotton stretched over her swollen tits, barely restraining them from swaying with every step, every breath…
But as soon as I suggested that we get rid of it, Vanessa recoiled and her shoulders shrunk together, like she was suddenly self-conscious.
“Can you turn the lights off first?” she asked, nodding towards a switch on the wall by the door.
I frowned. “You don’t want me to see you?”
Her supple skin looked radiant in the soft white light beaming down from the sconce on the ceiling. She looked perfect, and I wanted to see every inch of her illuminated…
“My body doesn’t look the same anymore,” she shrugged. “It’s changing…I look pregnant.”
“You are pregnant,” I reminded her.
Contrary to what my roommate would have you believe, I didn’t have a pregnancy fetish…but I did have a fetish for Vanessa, and pregnancy sure as hell seemed to suit her. Her sun-kissed skin was glowing, her natural curves were even softer than I remembered, and her tits…shit, they made my mouth water.
“You’re also stunning,” I added. And even though I meant it, she rolled her eyes in disbelief.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” she said.
“Do what?”
“You’re always saying something charming or sweet,” her eyes flicked up to mine, and in the soft light I saw the gold flecks sparkle in those pools of hazel.
“And that’s…bad?”
“Yes!” she stammered. “It’s bad if you don’t mean what you’re saying.”
I narrowed my eyes and took a deep breath through my lips, catching the taste of her coconut aroma on my tongue.
“I mean everything that I say,” I insisted. “I meant it when I said that you were stunning, and I mean it when I say that I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you all fucking day…”
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, clamping it gently with her teeth as her eyes widened around me.
“I know you want to make me the bad guy,” I whispered into her ear, feeling the heat of my own breath flooding the space between her neck and shoulder blade. “I know you’re desperately waiting for me to fuck up, so you can lump me in with every other asshole who has disappointed you or failed you in the past--”
“Stop talking, Josh…”
“No. We need to talk about this. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for you. I want to--”
“Stop,” she said again. And then she twisted her neck around and pressed her lips against mine. I opened my mouth and felt her tongue strike mine, wiping away all of the words that I wanted to say...
She pulled away and gripped the hem of her purple tank top. Then, reaching her arms into the air, she peeled the clingy fabric up over her shoulders.
I wasn’t done talking, but that kiss had stunned me silent. I watched from behind as she revealed inch after inch of soft, smooth skin; skin that was desperate to be touched.
I ran my open palm over her bare back, hovering an inch above her skin without making contact. I could feel the hot static of desire radiating in the space between my hand and her back, and as I moved my palm up towards her bare shoulders, I saw that I was leaving a trail of goosebumps in my wake. She jutted her shoulder blade backwards, filling my hand with her warm skin.
From behind, my eyes spilled down the slope of her collar bone and caught on the curve of her breasts. I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck and massaged her shoulders with my thumbs as a heavy swallow passed through her throat; another suppressed moan.
I felt a sharp twinge in my pants, and I imagined her soft walls milking my thick shaft as my mouth milked her engorged nipples.
Her hands suddenly gripped my wrists, and she impatiently dragged my palms down the rest of the way to her breasts. Then she clamped down, forcing my fingers to lock onto two handfuls of soft, hot, heaving flesh...
This time she didn’t bother sucking back the moan that escaped from her parted lips. She craned her neck back, pressing her spine against my chest and extending her chest out. I dug my fingers into her flesh, kneading the swollen mounds like they were putty in my hands. Her nipples were fat and dark, and she gasped when I pinched them between my fingers.
“Oh fuck, Josh...” she whimpered, her head sinking backwards until it came to rest on my shoulder.
The sound of her moaning my name made my cock burn hotter than a five-alarm fire, and I spread my legs apart so I could feel even more of her. She immediately filled the space between my thighs, pressing her thick ass against my erection and grinding slowly up and down.
My hands pressed down the ridges of her rib cage and squeezed around her waist.
“You’re fucking crazy if you honestly think that you’re anything less than perfect,” I grunted into her ear as my hands slid down towards her hips and found the waist of her denim shorts.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean...” she said in a murmur that sounded almost like a plea.
“I do mean it...” I kept my hand on top of the denim as I slid my palm over the crosseams of the crotch. Her legs spread apart and I rubbed her through the coarse fabric as a rugged moan escaped her lips.
There are so many things that I want to do to you…so many things that I want to make you feel…
“You don’t have to pretend,” she said. “This is just sex…”
Where had I heard that before? I thought, feeling suddenly frustrated.
“I just want you to fuck me, Josh...” Vanessa moaned. Those were the words that I had been waiting to hear…but I found myself pulling back.
I can’t do this. Not like this...
“Not yet,” I blurted out suddenly. I reeled back, and I was somehow just as stunned by the words that had come out of my mouth as Vanessa was.
“Wh-what?! What do you mean, ‘not yet’?!” Vanessa stammered, pushing herself away from me. A glare formed on her face as shock quickly turned into anger.
“I think we should…slow down.”
“Slow down?! Why? What are we waiting for?”
Good question, I thought as my dick throbbed beneath my jeans, already missing the weight of her ass in my lap...
“You still don’t trust me,” I pointed out.
“Josh…” her face tightened with frustration, but the anger had started to fade. “It’s just--”
“Don’t,” I cut her off, already predicting what she was about to say. “Don’t tell me that this is ‘just sex.’”
She blinked up at me, speechless.
“We’re having a baby, Vanessa.”
“Josh, we talked about this--”
“I know we did,” I said. “And you said that you were going to give me a chance.”
“I am giving you a chance! That’s what this is!” she said, waving her hand between our bodies: her trembling chest, my stiff cock pitching a tent in the front of my jeans.
“Oh really?” I challenged her. “Are you sure this isn’t just a ‘moment of absolute desperation?’”
Her face darkened into a scowl.
“What do you want, Josh?” she asked. Her eyes met mine, and I found those flecks of gold again.
“I want you to see me as a partner, not an opponent,” I said. “I want you to know that I’m on your side. I want you to let me earn your trust. I want to be able to tell you that you’re beautiful, without you accusing me of being a liar. I want you to be honest with me--”
“You want me to be honest?” she cut me off curtly. “Here’s some honesty, Josh: I’m scared shitless, ok? I’m having a baby with a guy I barely know. That’s scary.”
“I know.”
“No you don’t,” she shook her head furiously. “How could you possibly know what this is like for me?”
Her eyes were filled with emotion, and she pushed herself further back on the bed, collapsing into the nest of pillows and folding her arms over her chest.
“Then tell me,” I said gently. “Tell me what it’s like for you.”
Even though she was glaring at me, I could see the emotions passing through her eyes, like images spinning around on a slot machine.
I had been strong for a lot of people. As a firefighter, I had to be. I had stood by as families watched their home burn to the ground. I had delivered bad news. I had offered a shoulder to cry on when victims of a fire realized that their friends or family or pets hadn’t made it out of the house in time…
Keeping a straight face wasn’t always easy, but I knew I had to do it; I knew that it was my job to be strong for other people. It was a duty; an obligation.
But when I saw Vanessa curled up in the nest of pillows, shivering and fighting the emotions that were flooded her face, I felt something different. I wanted to be strong for her. I wanted to be her shoulder to cry on. Not because it was my duty or obligation…but because I wanted to make her feel safe.
I crawled across the bed and landed beside her in the pile of throw pillows, leaving a wide gap of space between us.
She stared at me in silence for a few seconds, and then her expression softened and she slowly rolled towards me, closing the distance between my body and hers. She pressed her back against my chest and she nestled her head on my forearm, and when I slipped my arm around her waist she didn’t squirm away.
We stayed like that for a while, tangled up like a pair of misshapen spoons, neither one of us saying a word.
“I want to trust you, Josh,” Vanessa said finally, breaking the silence. “And I want to believe that we can raise this baby together.”
“I want that, too,” I told her. I pressed my lips against the back of her neck, then kissed a trail along the ridge of her shoulder. I stopped when I reached her arm, then I slowly pulled my lips away.
“And I want this...” she murmured softly. Her hand found mine, and she guided my palm along the hill of her hip bone, towards the waistband of her denim shorts.
My dick sprung back to attention, and I gulped.
I knew that we were playing with fire…and I knew that sex was just like pouring gasoline on the flames. The smart thing to do would be to get the blaze under control, before it spread any further…
Her hand was sneaking back towards my cock, and I knew that if she made contact, I’d be done for.
“Pinky…” I intercepted her hand before she could reach the bulge in my jeans. My breath came out in ragged puffs on the back of her neck.
“Tell me you don’t want me,” she dared me. “I was honest with you, and now I want you to be honest with me. Tell me you don’t want me.”
My dick is about to burn a hole in the front of my pants, I thought darkly. It’s obvious what I want...
“Tell me,” she demanded.
“Of course I fucking want you,” I growled into her ear. Then I plunged my hand down the front of her denim shorts. Her pussy was hot and wet and my fingers slid straight between her swollen lips.
She sucked a breath between her teeth and bucked her hips backwards, grinding her ass against my cock.
“Tell me you don’t want to fuck me,” she whispered as my fingers slipped around her mound, trying to find traction in the sticky mess of soaked denim and hot skin.
“You know I want to fuck you,” I grunted as I plunged a pair of fingers into her hole. Her hips bucked up and I felt her walls contract around my knuckles as her body flailed around on the nest of pillows.
I didn’t realize that she had gotten my pants unzipped until I felt her hand grip around the base of my shaft. Her fingers knew exactly what to do, and it wouldn’t take more than a few tugs for me to explode…
I dug my fingers deeper inside of her hole and hooked onto her walls, pressing into her soft spots. Her hand slipped up my dick and latched around the rim of my thick head. I grunted and she tightened her grip.
I shoved my arm deeper down the front of her denim shorts and dug into her clitrois with the heel of my hand.
“I want you too, Josh,” she murmured, nodding her head back as I circled the rim of her sopping wet hole. “I want all of you…your hands, your fingers, your cock, your mouth…”
“Then let me in, Pinky.”
I dragged my lips over her shoulder, leaving another trail of kisses as my fingers made a final plunge into her pussy. I felt her insides spasm and she gasped, then her head rolled back against my chest. Her hand squeezed onto my dick and she gave me a furious jerk. My balls clenched and I grunted as I shot beads of hot come over the small of her back.
Afterwards we looked at each other as we caught our breath, and we both realized what we had just done; something crazy, maybe even stupid.
But that didn’t stop us from doing it again...