Chapter 4

Alexander

In a matter of about twenty minutes, I’d learned more about Casey than most women I’d ever met. She was different from the others. There was something so genuine about her. She answered questions without asking why I’d asked them, and she opened up to me in a way that was so damn refreshing. I could see in her eyes how badly she wanted a baby. Her face lit up when she talked about it.

“I’d be happy to contribute to the cause,” I said. I was slightly surprised to hear the words come out of my mouth, but it was too late to take them back.

Casey smiled back at me with a look of confusion. “I don’t understand.”

This was my chance to back down, but also my chance to change her life. It wasn’t that big of a deal for me, yet it could mean everything to her. Besides, lots of women her age—which I guessed was around twenty-six or twenty-seven— talked about having kids. When it came down to it, though, a lot of them didn’t actually want to go through with it. There was no harm in making an offer.

“You know, a free donation,” I said.

Casey looked all around her as if she was on some sort of hidden camera show. “But…like…how?”

I raised my eyebrows suggestively as I placed my hand on top of hers. “No plastic container needed.”

“Are you saying—?”

“We can make this happen, Casey,” I said, interrupting her. I wasn’t sure where this confidence was coming from, but I felt a sudden certainty that this was what I was supposed to do. I’d given plenty of donations in the past, so this one would be just like those, except with some added benefits. “If it’s what you want, I’m happy to help.”

It took all my self-restraint to keep from pouncing on top of her right then and there. Her chestnut eyes peaked through her wavy hair, seemingly searching for any hint of joking. I understood her hesitance. If someone had told me an hour earlier that I’d be offering up my sperm the good old-fashioned way, and to a girl I barely knew, I would’ve thought they were crazy. But something had changed. I was drawn to her, and she couldn’t afford a sperm donor. It seemed like an obvious match to me.

“And you’re serious about this?”

“Absolutely,” I said.

“Oh my god,” Casey said.

It wasn’t exactly an expression of shock. It seemed more like she was—have mercy—turned on. Damn was she sexy. I moved my hand ever so slightly to graze her breast, and she looked back at me with a look of determination I hadn’t seen from her before. It seemed we were both on the same page. I bit my lip in an effort to keep myself from pressing my lips against hers right there in the middle of her workplace.

I wasn’t sure how exactly this would work. Maybe we’d make arrangements to sleep together at one of our places, or maybe a hotel. That would be that. Before I had a chance to think about it any further, Casey pulled my hand and dragged me into what appeared to be some sort of break room. I looked around me. The room was bare except for a single round table with four chairs, a counter with a microwave and coffee maker, and an outdated refrigerator. I turned my head to see Casey locking the door behind us.

My heart began to pound faster as I grabbed her and turned her to face me. She turned and my lips crushed into hers. Our tongues danced together in perfect harmony. I wanted to drink her up. I wanted to devour her. I kissed her so passionately I thought I’d suffocate her, then moved my mouth down to her neck.

I slipped my hands underneath her blouse and bra, holding her plump, pert, perfect breasts in my palms. I found her two nipples and gently squeezed them between my thumb and forefinger, torturing her with pleasure. A bead of sweat dripped down my forehead and Casey breathed lightly into my ear and let out a moan.

“I’ve fantasized about this for so long,” she whispered.

Damn… this was really happening. I pulled her top over her head and she did the same to mine. There was no longer any need for her pink lace bra, so I unhooked it as we kissed harder and deeper. Casey unbuttoned my slacks and bent over to reveal her breasts as she pulled my pants down and gave me a squeeze. The blood was already rushing downward.

As I stripped Casey’s pants and panties from her voluptuous curves, I ran my hands down her thighs. Smooth as silk. My fingers went inside of her as we made our way on top of the table. Kissing her neck, I found myself wondering why the hell I had waited so long to talk to this receptionist who had been right in front of me for months. Donating sperm had never been this fun.

Casey cradled my chin in her hand as she pulled me toward her. Oh, how I loved a woman who knew how to take control. Her lips made their way from mine, down to my neck, then to my chest. Her cold lips made my heart race with every touch. She kissed my tattooed skin, her tongue tracing the lines of ink.

I moved my hands to her breasts and pulled them together. Then I took both nipples into my mouth at the same time and sucked on them. I felt her nails digging into the back of my head as I began to explore lower down her body. I kissed the underside of her breasts, her navel, and within seconds my head was between her delicious, pale thighs.

I glanced up at her, catching her eye. It looked like her eyes were begging me to eat her pussy, while simultaneously telling me she was terrified of what I was about to do.

I leaned forward and met the lips of her pussy with a kiss every bit as passionate as the making out we’d just been doing. My tongue stretched inside her, fucking her as I tried to reach as deep inside her as possible.

She cried out and rose her legs up, so that they rested over my shoulders. I pushed her back and spread her wide open, sucking on her clit and drinking every drop of her soaking pussy. She squirmed in pleasure as I devoured her like some monstrous predator.

When I felt the shudder of orgasm rush through her, I grinned.

“Good girl,” I said, then stood up and aimed my throbbing cock right at her soaking pussy.

With a single, powerful thrust, I was inside her.

I leaned over her, wrapping my arms around her and crushing her breasts against my chest as my cock slid all the way into the very core of her body. Our lips were a force to be reckoned with, finding their way back to one another at any given opportunity. She bit my lip and took a firm grip on my behind, her nails digging into the firm muscle of my ass.

She was going to draw blood, I thought.

I reached Casey’s center as she let out a moan. “We have to be quiet,” she giggled. “The bosses will hear us.”

“Too late,” I growled.

As I went deeper and deeper, she clawed into my back, a substitute for the moans she couldn’t let anyone hear. It only made me want to go in further.

My peak was coming. I rose up and grabbed her breasts firmly in my fists as I let myself enjoy these final few moments. Finally, release. The orgasm seemed to come right from the very core of my body, surging through me, and pouring into her pussy in a torrent of ecstasy and passion. It went on and on, my cock cumming and cumming. I thought it would never end. Never had I experienced such a long, intense, ecstatic orgasm. We both shuddered in pleasure as my orgasm set off a wave of pleasure in her body. Then I collapsed onto her, gasping for air.

For several minutes, without saying a word, we alternated between filling our mouths with one another’s tongue and trying to catch our breath.

When Casey finally spoke, all she said was, “Wow.” That about summed it up for me, too.

Before I could come up with something to say, Casey began to cry. It wasn’t a full-on sob-fest, but several tears rolled down her cheeks. She tried her best to hide them from me, but there they were. I definitely had never encountered this after sex before, but something told me it wasn’t about the sex.

“Is everything alright?” I asked.

“It’s nothing,” Casey said.

I gently rubbed her naked thigh with my thumb. “Come on. What’s on your mind?”

“I just can’t believe this really might happen for me,” she said. “I might get to be a mother. I’ve dreamed of this my whole life.”

“You will get to be a mother.”

Casey laughed. “You do know how this works, right? There are no guarantees.”

“Well, then, consider yourself lucky,” I said. I puffed up my chest and blurted out the words before I could think about how they sounded. “Because you have a sperm donor who’s really passionate about this cause and willing to donate as much as needed until the goal is reached.”

My declaration brought more tears to Casey’s eyes, but I knew these were different. These were tears of hope, of happiness. For the first time in a while, I felt like I was doing something meaningful. Sure, donating sperm at the clinic was significant, I supposed. But seeing the woman at the other end, the person longing for a child, was everything. I supposed most of those women weren’t as good looking as Casey, but I still had to admit that our break room romp was a hell of a lot more fun than jacking off to a magazine in a tiny, impersonal room.

As we gathered our clothes and clumsily dressed ourselves, we made light of the situation. Casey made a joke about not having anticipated this on her daily agenda. I retorted with something about not needing to hit the gym after that workout.

I finished buttoning my shirt and walked toward the door, but Casey’s outstretched arm pulled me back. “Alexander,” she said, “thank you.”

“No,” I said, smiling. “Thank you.”

I walked out of the clinic with my head held high, the imprints of Casey’s hands still fresh on my back. Another successful sperm donation was complete.