“Keep looking at me like that, Will. I like it.”
“Like what?”
He leaned over and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts. “Like you want to suck on my dick for breakfast and let me fuck you over the table for lunch.”
“What about dinner?” she whispered; her throat unexpectedly dry.
“Dinner? You’re going to ride my face. Hard. Until I can’t fucking breathe, for the taste of you in my throat and the scent of you in my nose. You’ll grind against my tongue, my chin. I’ll dig my fingers into your hips to hold you there.”
“Luke.” Her voice was breathy, as if she’d run up a steep hill.
“You asked.” He tugged her shorts down her legs and slipped them off until she was naked. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Without thinking, she placed her hands over her stomach, hiding it from view.
“What the fuck, Will?” He reached for her hands, kissing each wrist before he moved them out of the way. “Don’t hide from me. First, I don’t like it. And two, your body like this, it’s actually a turn on.” Then, he sat back on his heels, his face shellshocked. “Fuck me,” he breathed and ran his hands over his face.
“Are you okay, Luke?”
Luke’s heart raced.
His fingers itched to touch her bump. Their baby.
Because he was motherfucking confused. The sight of her ever-so-slightly swollen stomach had kicked his dick into high gear and punched a hole in his stomach. Like it had the previous evening when he’d put lotion on it. And unless he was misreading himself and his own desires, which he was usually in tune with, knowing that was his kid in her stomach totally and utterly turned him on.
He suddenly wanted to put more in her. To fuck her from behind without a condom while he ran his hands over her bump.
And, Christ, what did that make him?
“Luke? Talk to me.”
And explain what? That he suddenly had some kind of breeder kink that really wanted to be unleashed.
She placed her hands back over her stomach, and he fought the urge to uncover her again.
“Shit. Sorry.” He shook his head to clear it. “It just . . . you looked . . . well . . .”
“Pregnant?”
“Yes.”
Her face dropped and she reached for her cami top.
“Wait. Fuck. Okay. I’m just gonna say it. You naked with my baby in you is fucking hot, Will. Like next level, ‘suddenly need to fuck you holding on to your stomach’ hot—which I get is probably a lot kinkier in my head than it sounds out loud, because out loud, it sounds really fucking weird. And, honestly, I really don’t want things to get weird when we were just about to, well . . .”
Willow chuckled and spread her hands over her stomach. “You think this is hot?”
“Don’t laugh at me, flower. Honestly, for someone who never wanted kids, it’s a bit of a poleaxe to the head to realise it’s actually hot as fuck. My head still hasn’t put all the pieces together as to why, but yes, it’s really fucking hot.”
“And you didn’t realise this last night?”
Fuck, when he’d smeared her lotion all over her stomach. “In fairness, I did. But I was trying not to think about you and your body in the context of getting turned on. I was certain nothing was going to happen for me, so I just paid attention to what you needed. But now, we’re in a hotel room, and you’re all up in my space with that arse and those lips of yours, and I’m thinking about both of us getting off and then, bam . . .”
“Come here,” Willow said, opening her arms to him, and without thinking, he lowered himself to her, making sure the majority of his weight was not on the baby.
“It’s not weird?” he asked, burying his head against the side of her neck. She ran her hands down his back.
“I’ve spent the last four months praying I’m cute pregnant which is so superficial, I know. The fact it’s your catnip, well . . .”
“Watch it with the catnip talk,” he huffed, taking in the musky scent of her.
“It’s hot, Luke,” she sighed. “Knowing someone finds your changing body attractive makes being naked around them a lot less stressful. Feel free to carry on if your little freak-out is over.”
He slid his hands down her sides, allowing his thumbs to glide over her belly. “My little freak-out?”
Willow chuckled softly. “Yeah. That. Go back to telling me how I’m going to ride your face.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do.” He kissed her lips, chastely at first, then with feeling.
Slowly, he traced a trail of kisses along her collar bone, over her breast, down her sternum. When he got to her bump, he nipped, licked and kissed it, indulging himself in the feel of her, in the firmness of her stomach.
“Luke?”
He lifted his head to look at her. “Flower?”
“I need you. Like, right now.”
Swiftly he removed his boxer briefs and palmed his dick, heavy with need. His wallet was on the side table, and he reached for one of the condoms he kept in there.
“Wait. I never thought to ask. I mean, I assume having sex is okay while pregnant. Right?”
Willow ran her fingers up his thigh. “It’s perfectly fine. I mean, a sexually transmitted disease would be a really bad thing, and condoms are good at stopping them.”
“I’m clean. Got tested recently for the insurance for the label and tour. Part of some policy. But I’m fine with condoms until I can get tested again.”
“I’d appreciate that, to be safe.”
He kissed her firmly. “And once we know we’re safe?”
“Then I guess they become a little redundant.”
He grinned at her words because the idea of fucking her raw cranked him higher. “Fuck. You want more foreplay, flower?”
“I feel like every day since you pinned me up against the wall has been foreplay. I’m ready.”
Shit, he suddenly felt the same. Like his entire body was primed and ready. One glance between her legs, he could see how wet she was. How she glistened for him. Once the condom was rolled on, he lay down alongside her, turning her so she faced away from him.
“Are you sure you want this, Willow? Last chance to back out before I slide my dick inside you.”
Willow turned her head as far as she could and he met her lips with his own. “I’m sure.”
Luke reached between them, and after swirling his head in her wet warmth, he slid into her inch by inch.
She moaned, a reverberation he felt all the way down to his balls that ached. He’d not had sex in four weeks, a fucking record, but goddamn, it felt so good.
“Jesus, Will,” he gasped as he bottomed out inside her, her body quivering around his. He gave her a moment to adjust to his width before sliding out, easing from her tightness. “You feel so good.”
As she rolled against him, he reached over her hip to find the spot between her legs guaranteed to make her come. Her entire body shuddered as he circled her clit, savouring the way she lost her sense of rhythm. Kicking his head back into gear, he remembered what she needed. He split his fingers either side of her lips, massaging the sensitive area before returning to her clit. His entire being focused on Willow and what she needed. Whatever it took to make her come with his dick twitching deep inside her. “I want to feel it. I want to feel you choke my dick as you come. I want you to feel you’re not alone. I’m here. I’ve got you. Whatever you need.”