Friends With Multiple Benefits (15 page)

Turning to him, she grinned. "Aren't you cute? I feel like doing you."

"Maybe later. If I don't give you your present now, I'm going to go nuts."

Slowly she made it up the stairs and his eyes were glued to her ass only about half of the trip. Near the top of the
climb,
he cupped one of her cheeks and said, "If the offer is still open, maybe we could head to the bedroom next."

They made their way into the babies' room and in the area in front of the bay window sat two matching blue and white stripped wingback rocking chairs with ottomans.

Her eyes lit up. "Oh my God. Where did you get these?"

"I found them online. I'm no expert at this, but I think they actually match the room, right?"

"They really do." Running her hand across the soft fabric, she smiled. She carefully sat in one of the comfortable chairs and rocked back and forth gazing up to his face. "I love them."

"One for Austin and one for Steve," he said as he sat in the matching chair.

"Well…" she
frowned, "…
those better not be the names unless you want to hear Victoria reminisce about the threesome she had with two guys with those names every time she comes over."

"Seriously?" He scowled. "I loved those names."

"I'm afraid so. Austin was thicker than Steve…" Pausing, she looked to the ceiling. "Or wait, was it Steve who was—"

"Please, stop." He slipped off the chair to his knees, took her foot into his hand, and pulled off her shoe. He worked her arch with his palms.

She sighed. "That feels good."

"How about we go back to the drawing board with the names then? I think if I hear Victoria describing her threesome, I'm probably going to throw up."

"Okay."

"I found a new baby name site."

"Did you?" she asked softly as he started working her toes individually. "Oh my God, that feels—"

"What do you think of Dylan and Griffin?"

She didn't reply. Her eyes were closed and she was languidly stretching her neck from side to side.

"Jillian?"

"What?" She opened her eyes.

"What do you think of Dylan and Griffin?"

"Sorry, I was zoning out there. Your hands are like magic." She thrust her hips back and forth, pulled her skirt up a little exposing her underwear to him. "Can we talk about it later?"

"Really?" He smiled.

"You know how they say there are pressure points in the feet that stimulate different parts of the body?"

"Uh-huh."

"I think you just hit one of the good ones." She raised her eyebrows.

Bringing her foot to his mouth, he kissed her big toe. "I think I just got a little hard."

She put her hand out to him. "Help me out of this chair and I'll take care of that for you."

The Leg Thing
movie was releasing nationwide on Valentine's Day and ten days before that was the night of the big Miami premiere of the film. Cringing before a
full-length
mirror, Jillian stood wearing only a full coverage bra and giant maternity panties. She groaned as she ran her hand around her enormous protruding belly. She turned to the side, gazed at her stretch marks on her stomach, then closed her eyes.

"Almost ready?" Brian strode into the bedroom then stopped in his tracks and sighed. "Come on, we're going to be late."

"I'm not going," she whined.

"What? Why?"

"Look at me. Just look at me."

"You look amazing."

"Amazing?" Turning to him, she sneered.

"Yes." He moved to her and cupped her rear end with his hand.

"My ass is huge. I… I…
have
stretch marks everywhere. I still have almost eight weeks to go and I look like I'm about to explode."

"You don't."

"Yeah." She frowned at her reflection in the mirror. "My belly button is never going to be the same."

Slipping down to his knees, he placed a gentle kiss on her lower back. "Your ass is still cute."

"Really?" She moaned softly.

"Yes, really." He slid her panties down a few inches and kissed the tops of her cheeks, one then the other.

"That feels good."

"If we had more time, I would explore them a little more." He extended his tongue and ran it down an inch into her cleft and she shuddered.

"Stop," she said, playfully. "You're going to make me all wet."

He rose to his feet and kissed her shoulder then reached around to cup her incredibly swollen breasts. "At least you're not throwing up
anymore
and these… just wow."

"They are too big." She studied them in the mirror, frowning.

Shaking his head, he widened his eyes. "There is no such thing as having too big of breasts."

"Yes, there is."

"No, there isn't."

"Maybe I'll let you rub them later if you're a good boy tonight."

"I'm always good." He raised his palms. "When do I not behave myself?"

"No ogling those young hot actresses."

"What? Me?" He scoffed. "When do I do that?"

"Um, last time I saw you with a young hot actress, you were naked and taking a shower with her."

"I was not taking a shower with her. She just happened to be in the shower room with me. She was having trouble with her plumbing or something."

"I'll bet she was." Jillian sneered. "Oh, God, I hope she leaves you alone tonight."

"I'm sure she'll behave herself as well. I haven't heard from her since that night you scolded her. I think she got the message loud and clear."

"She'd better or I might just punch her in the chest and one of her implants would probably burst."

"What? Those aren't fake." He gave her a skeptical look.

"You're kidding, right?" She turned back to the mirror and picked up a pink lipstick. "Everyone knows she has implants."

"No way. They're a little…" he paused
cringing, "…
you know, saggy, like real ones."

"Oh, you are saying real ones are saggy?" She shot him a disapproving look.

"Not in a bad way saggy, but in a normal way. A beautiful way. Fake ones can be so high up on a woman's chest and be so stretched out that they look like they're about to explode. I'm not a big fan of the fake ones."

"I agree, but Amanda has teardrop implants."

"What the hell are those?"

"They look natural."

"I'll say." He widened his eyes.

Turning back to him, she frowned. "Keep it up celebrity shower boy."

"I'm just kidding." He held back a laugh.

"Yeah, right." She returned to the mirror and dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a tissue.

He glanced at his watch. "Oh, crap. The car is going to be here in a few minutes and we still have to pick up Victoria and Jim."

"Okay. Okay, I'm almost ready."

Two blocks away, Victoria and Jim sat across from one another on opposite sofas in the living room. He in an expensive suit and her in a beautiful gown, they looked amazing. The baby was spending the night with Victoria's parents and the two were looking forward to a star-studded night on the town.

She gazed out the window as he looked her over wearing a hungry expression. "You look incredible."

"Thanks," she replied casually.

"No, I mean, you really look incredible."

Turning to him, she grinned. "Oh, really? It sounds like someone's horny."

"We haven't done it in more than a week and yes, I really, really miss you." He adjusted the front of his pants shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

She shot him a suggestive smile. "Well, why don't I pencil you in later for an hour-long appointment?"

"I'm not sure I can wait that long."

"Sorry, babe, you're going to have to. I'm not about to get myself all messed up fooling around with you. It took me an hour to get my hair to look like this."

"And it looks great."

"Thanks, but you'd better try to control yourself."

"It's getting bigger." He glanced at his groin then gave her a
wide-eyed
look.

"That's because you keep touching it."

"Okay, I'll stop." He tore his gaze from her then sat up straighter on the sofa. Placing his hands on his knees, he took a deep breath. "I'll be okay."

Victoria rose to her feet then headed to the window. "What time are they supposed to be here again?"

Jim checked his watch. "Not for five minutes."

She separated the curtain and glanced out the window to the mulch beds, bending just slightly at the waist accentuating her curvy rear end. "You know, we really need to weed out there. I can't believe they are so big again."

"Oh, crap," Jim began, his gaze locked on her ass. "That's not the only thing that's big again."

"Must be all that rain we got last week."

He quickly got to his feet and headed for her with his growing erection straining in his pants. He pressed it between the cheeks of her ass. "I really don't think I can wait."

Her eyes drifted closed and she moaned. "My God, that feels good, but really this isn't the time."

"I'll be fast," he whined. "And I won't mess you up at all."

Craning her neck, she looked back to him. "You promise?"

"I promise."

"I'm serious. Make it fast."

"Okay."

"And if you mess me up at all you are in trouble."

While she slipped her panties down her legs, he worked his cock through his zipper. Then he folded her dress carefully up and onto her back. After drinking in the sight of her gorgeous parts, he slipped inside her slowly.

"Oh God." She moaned.

"Oh, Victoria." He worked his hips back and forth with his eyes closed and his hands on his hips.

She bent over further and moaned loudly as he pumped into her faster. Suddenly the black limo pulled up in front of the house. She waved her hand back at him. "Crap, they're here. Hurry up."

"Okay." After glancing out the window, Jim closed his eyes tightly and flexed every muscle in his body as he drove into her harder and faster.

"Come on."

The car horn beeped twice and Victoria said, "I'm serious. Finish now or you're going to have to wait."

"Okay. Okay." Jim moaned breathlessly. "Almost…"

"You feel so good." She gripped the curtains with both hands as she bent at the waist and pushed her hips out rocking back and forth timing herself with his thrusts.

"Oh my, God… yes… yeah…" He held his breath and lifted up on his tiptoes.

Suddenly there was a knock on the window and both Victoria and Jim's eyes blasted wide open in shock.

"Shit." Victoria slipped away from Jim and they both struggled to catch their breath.

"Who was that?"

"I don't know, but fix yourself up and let's go." She pulled her panties up and straightened out her dress.

Jim concealed his still swollen erection in his pants and took a few deep calming breaths. "Sorry, I just couldn't finish."

"It's okay." She headed to the mirror on the wall and gazed at herself smiling. "I still look good. You can't really tell that you were just violating me, can you."

He looked her over. "No, not at all. How about me?"

She turned to him and her gaze went to his groin. "You better keep your hands in front of your, you
know,
until the swelling goes down."

"Okay."

Covering the problem area, he cleared his throat. "Yeah, I'm ready."

"Let's go."

Brian rushed back to the car wearing a grin. He slipped in next to Jillian. "You're not going to believe this, but—" Noticing the driver gazing back at him he curled his lip.

Jillian said, "Believe what?"

"Um, well." Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "They were doing it right by the window."

"Right now?" She scoffed.

"Yep." Brian gave the driver a timid smile. "Um, they'll be right out."

After nodding, the driver pushed a button on the dashboard and the dark glass partition rose between them.

"You know, I'm not surprised." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, me neither," he said and they shared a knowing look.

"Here they come."

Victoria led the way down the sidewalk with Jim following close behind. Brian sighed. "Just look at them."

The chauffeur got out and headed around the car.

"I know. It's sickening. Can't they control themselves? They're like animals or something." Jillian shook her head.

"I did just log a few minutes admiring your naked ass before we left too."