Erin's Unexpected Lover (3 page)

Powerless, Erin held onto the bedcovers with
both hands, hating the way his hold constrained her movements, even
as she recognized how much it heightened her pleasure. There was
literally no escaping his hot, questing mouth. His only concession
to her next release was a brief cessation of sucking and swirling,
but then he wrung another and another climax from her, barely
letting her finish the previous one before causing another.

Twenty minutes later, she lay on the bed,
completely drained, though her pussy still pulsed with aftershocks.
It had been an overwhelming experience, but she’d never been so
sated—and he hadn’t even put his cock inside her yet.

That reminded her that Jared must be feeling
neglected. He was lying on his side next to her, as she remained
sprawled on her back, legs gaping open. It would take way too much
energy to close them. “I had no idea,” she said in a slurred tone
that made her sound like a strung-out junkie.

He smiled, looking pleased. “I hope you’ll
always remember this.”

She nodded, already feeling a hint of sadness
at the thought of this ending. “I’ll never forget tonight.”
Mustering a bit of vigor, she reached out to touch his cock,
tracing her fingers over the bulging veins and up to the tip, where
pre-ejaculate flowed in steady drips. “He’s big.”

Jared grinned. “I’m a big man.”

He was, at well over six feet, with his solid
muscles and broad shoulders. Still, his cock seemed
disproportionately large. “I’m not even sure he’d fit in my mouth.”
It was a half-teasing, half-serious declaration.

He made his cock jump by flexing his muscles.
“We could find out.”

Erin smiled, finding it easier to move as the
languid pleasure slowly faded from her body. “Yes, we could.” She
slithered down the bed a bit, turning on her side to face his cock.
The head nudged against her lips, and she parted them to take a
small taste of his pre-cum. He was salty, but with an underlying
hint of sweetness. It wasn’t at all unpleasant. Looking up his
body, she met his gaze, pleased to see how his gray eyes looked
like dark pools of melted platinum. “I’ve never done this before,
Jared.”

“Just do what feels right.”

Closing her eyes, Erin put her mouth around
him, grimacing a bit at the girth. He really was large enough that
she doubted her ability to engulf him completely. Patience and lots
of saliva proved to be the solution, and he was soon in her mouth
to the point where his head rested at the back of her tongue.

Experimentally, she twirled her tongue around
the shaft, paying attention to the way he groaned when the broad
part of her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock. She
focused on that area, applying pressure with her tongue that she
alternated with licks. Erin also tried sucking him, but it was
awkward with his size.

“Suck in your cheeks,” he said, placing his
hand at the back of her head. When she complied, he began to thrust
gently in and out of her mouth, slowly pushing the limits of how
deeply she could take him. “Try to relax your throat so I can go in
deeper, baby.”

Erin concentrated on relaxing, doing her best
not to panic at the choking sensation as he sank deeper inside her
mouth. After a moment, the sensation of not being able to breathe
passed, and while it wasn’t exactly comfortable, she could hold him
inside her throat. Cautiously, she returned to sucking him as he
rocked in and out of her, fucking her face with slow strokes.

His fluid was increasing, coating her tongue
and dripping down her throat. Putting a hand on his ass to steady
herself, she could feel the muscles twitching underneath her skin
and figured he must be getting close to coming.

Abruptly, Jared pulled out of her mouth and
shifted to straddle her. The head of his cock probed at her
entrance as he repositioned her. “I want to be inside you so badly,
Erin.”

She smiled, heart racing with excitement that
she would soon lose her virginity, and to a man she had never
expected. “I want that too.”

He looked annoyed, but she soon realized not
with her. “I don’t have any condoms here. I wasn’t expecting
anything like this, and I haven’t been seeing anyone recently.”
Looking hopeful, he said, “Did you bring some for your planned
night with Chip?”

Erin frowned. “No. He has a whole drawer
full, literally.”

Jared pushed in an inch or so, staying in her
untried passage for a moment before withdrawing. “I suppose I could
ask Mr. Edwin to bring some from my son’s room.” Again, he thrust
into her, going a little deeper, to the barrier of her hymen, where
he froze. “That would require tearing myself away from your pretty
pussy for a few minutes.”

“Plus, it could be awkward.” She couldn’t
stifle a giggle as she imagined Chip’s outrage at his dad bumming
condoms so he could fuck his ex-girlfriend. A dark, twisted part of
her liked that scenario.

Easing out, he pushed back in again slowly,
this time to her hymen and a bit beyond. The stretched, burning
sensation made her shift uncomfortably, and he put his hand between
them to find her clit. “Still, it’s the only alternative.”

As his fingers fondled her clit, she arched
against him, bringing his cock a bit deeper inside her. “Maybe you
could pull out at the end?”

He groaned, letting his body in a bit deeper
as his fingers continued working her slick button. “That’s a good
idea.”

“Definitely,” she said, thrusting against him
as his cock breached her hymen, ripping through the delicate
barrier as gently as he could. It elicited a startled cry from her,
but his fingers on her clit soon soothed the pain.

“God, you’re tight, Erin.” He sank deeper,
taking her an inch at a time. “I’ve never had such a tight pussy
around me.”

“I hope that’s a good thing.” She moaned as
he pinched her clit and slipped in deeper.

“It’s amazing, but I’m afraid I might not
pull out in time.” Jared bottomed out inside her, his balls
pressing against her labia, and his cock stretching her pussy to
the point where she didn’t know if she wanted to scream from
pleasure, pain, or both.

“Oh, that could be a problem.” It was hard to
focus on any problems with a man’s huge cock buried completely
inside her. The head rested against her cervix.

“Yes.” He seemed to be straining to hold back
his release as he withdrew a couple of inches before slowing
thrusting into her again. “What was your last period?”

That was an embarrassingly intimate topic,
though she knew it was ridiculous to feel shy about it when they
were having sex. “About two weeks ago.”

He groaned. “Two weeks from the beginning or
the end?”

It took a moment to focus as he continued
stroking her clit and thrusting into her, alternating shallow and
deep strokes. “Um, beginning.”

Jared cursed. “Okay, I have to pull out now.
It’s too risky.” He said the words, but he didn’t move. His face
was red with exertion, and he seemed to be struggling with the
decision.

“Oh, don’t leave.” She tightened her thighs
around his waist, clamping him against her. The thought of him
pulling out of her body before taking her over the precipice again
was unbearable.

“I don’t want to, honey, but you could get
pregnant.” He cursed again. “It’s way too likely, since you’re
young and no doubt fertile.” He said the last part with a groan of
pain. “I’m sure your womb is ready, and there’s an egg just waiting
for a sperm to come along.” A growl of pleasure accompanied his
next thrust into her, and he let the full length rest inside her.
“If I keep going, you’ll swell up with my baby inside you. Is that
what you want?” The husky exhilaration tingeing his tone suggested
he liked the idea a lot.

“Yes,” she shouted, honestly convinced it was
the best idea ever. If the alternative was this bond ending
prematurely, of having him pull away from her and facing the
possibility of never feeling this way again, she’d agree to have
ten babies with him, all at once. “Fill me with your cum, Jared. I
don’t care what happens tomorrow. I need you right now.”

He groaned, his hand leaving her clit to
slide under her ass. “I’ll take care of you,” he promised with
clear sincerity. “Whatever happens.” As he thrust in and out of
her, he angled her hips a bit, so his cock hit a spot deep inside
her that made her cry out and flex around him. “You’re mine now,
Erin.”

“Yours,” she consented, matching his thrusts
as the fire burned low in her belly, spreading outward with such
strength that her entire body shuddered and shook. “Make me yours,
Jared.”

His cock convulsed inside her as her passage
clamped around him, wringing every drop of his precious cum from
his dick. Her orgasm crashed over her, and tears streamed from her
eyes. She sobbed his name as she came, and Jared gave a hoarse
shout as he sank deeply inside her, spilling the last bit of his
essence against her cervix, where it would have easy passage to her
possibly waiting egg.

Eventually, the euphoria passed enough for
them to separate a bit, roll onto their sides, and cuddle on the
velvet comforter. Erin rubbed her cheek against his chest, trying
to remove the moisture there.

“I meant it,” he said quietly.

She looked up, chin propped on his sternum.
“What?”

“I meant that I’ll take care of you. If you
want the morning-after pill, I’ll get it for you. If you want to
see what happens, I’m okay with that too. If you get pregnant, I’ll
provide for you however you want me to.”

Her eyes stung with tears. “Dammit, I’ve done
nothing but cry today,” she said with a soggy smile. “These are
good tears,” she hastened to assure him. “You’re wonderful, Jared.
I feel so safe and protected.”

“I feel amazing,” he said softly, burying his
hands in her hair to caress the now-frizzy curls. “I’ve wanted you
for so long.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

Jared looked uncomfortable. “It’s not easy to
want to have your son’s girlfriend, to think about her, fantasize
about her.” He cupped one of her breasts, lightly rubbing the
nipple. “I’ve imagined you like this a hundred times in the last
couple of months, since the first night Chip brought you home to
meet me.”

“Oh.” That was unexpected, and maybe a tad
alarming. How could such a hot, confident man like him lust after
her? She was only a few months into her first semester of college
and had nothing to offer him. She voiced the thought aloud. “You
can’t want me, Jared. I’m nothing. I have nothing. I don’t even
have parents. They’re both losers. If my older sister wasn’t so
decent, I’d still be living in foster care.”

He shrugged. “I don’t give a damn about any
of that.” His hand crept lower, to cover her stomach. “Besides, you
can give me something I want very much, and that’s a family. I’ve
always wanted more children, and someday, if you’re ready, I’d like
you to be their mother. I want you.”

Her head whirled, and she blinked, certain
she was dreaming. “You mean, like long-term want me?” At his nod,
she blinked again. “Wow.” How did she respond to that? “Well,
that’s…”

“Overwhelming and too much pressure,” he said
decisively. “I’m not going to force you into anything. I wouldn’t
even try to compel you to have my baby if you get pregnant tonight.
That’s your decision.”

Erin shook her head. “Termination is not a
decision I would ever make. I support a woman’s right to decide for
herself, but I already know I couldn’t have an abortion, except
maybe under some very limited circumstances.”

He seemed pleased. “That still leaves you the
option of emergency contraceptive. Shall I send Mr. Edwin to the
drugstore?”

Erin giggled, trying to imagine the stuffy,
starched butler buying Plan B. “No, that’s an indignity from which
he might never recover.”

“Well, you have ninety-six hours to take it,
if you decide to.”

Snuggling closer, she licked his nipple
before responding. “I don’t think I will. I kind of feel like this
was all fate or something. Like tonight was supposed to happen, so
whatever happens was meant to as well.” She frowned. “Is that
hopelessly ridiculous?”

He shook his head. “It’s beautiful.”

Scooting closer, Erin put her arm around him.
“So, will you marry me if I’m pregnant?” It was a bold question,
but she was only partially teasing. She yearned to know just how
serious he was, and how long-term he envisioned.

“Honey, I’d marry you if you weren’t
pregnant,” he said with utter conviction. “I’d fly you to Vegas
tonight and elope if you’d let me.” Jared put up a hand. “But I’m
not suggesting that. This is all new, and you deserve time to
adjust, to figure out if this is what you want.”

“Plus, I have to tell my sister.” She drew
her bottom lip between her teeth. Megan might not be thrilled to
find out she was contemplating a relationship with a man old enough
to be her father. Flexing her hand, she caressed his abs. Not that
he looked or felt like a father.

“So, we wait and see what happens?”

She nodded. “I think I know what might happen
next.” Wrapping her hand around his semi-flaccid cock, she stroked
him to hardness again.

“I think you might be a fortune teller,” said
Jared with a laugh, drawing her against him for a repeat
performance.

Epilogue

Eighteen months later, Erin married Jared
with their nine-month-old daughter near them, in Aunt Megan’s arms.
It hadn’t been a shock to find herself pregnant after that night,
especially since they’d indulged in several more careless nights
that week, before making an effort to get birth control. Being
pregnant hadn’t meant she was ready for such a serious step as
marriage, and they had spent a lot of time getting to know each
other and deciding their futures belonged together.

As she danced in her husband’s arms, with Zoe
cuddled between them, she looked around. Chip was over at the bar,
sloppy drunk and with his arm around some girl, who seemed to have
borrowed a dress that was two sizes too small. She felt a well of
pity for the boy who was now her stepson, but that was it. Chip
didn’t approve of their marriage, but she couldn’t do anything to
change that. All she could do was ensure her husband still offered
support and communicated with Chip, while hoping he sorted
everything out before fucking up his life permanently.