Reaching over, I open the top drawer of the nightstand and pull out my lube. I slide my pajama pants off, exposing my very hard cock, and squirt a little of the lubricant in my hand. Gripping it, I slowly stroke up and down, spreading it along my shaft, a soft moan escaping my lips as I do.
I've been fighting this hard-on all day. I couldn't fight it any longer by the time I came home. Any time my thoughts drift to her; it stands at attention. Just as rigid as we are in formations.
I let my head fall back against the headboard, closing my eyes as I imagine my hand is now her warm, wet mouth. Her head bobs up and down my shaft as her moans vibrate against it, her plump ass swaying in the air.
My vision is so hot, my cock is desperate for a release. My balls begin to tighten and it feels like electricity flickers across my skin. I know it won't be long before I come, but I don't want to. Not yet, anyway. I slow the pace of my hand, and each time I make it to the head of my cock, I grip a little tighter, giving a little squeeze. The brief moment of pain is exhilarating.
One day, she's going to be beneath me as I thrust in and out of her, filling her with my seed—hoping that one of them will be the lucky winner. I want to see her belly round and swollen withmy baby. Then, just maybe, twins will be in our future too. A boy who looks like me and a beautiful girl identical to her.
The thought is all I need to increase the speed, pumping up and down my shaft until my orgasm hits. Ropes of hot cum shoot out, coating my hand and stomach. My hand keeps moving, unfazed. I want to ride out this moment of pleasure for as long as I can.
I don't stop until I've emptied everything inside of me, and my cock goes limp. Beads of sweat line my brow and I blow out a labored breath.
Fuck, I can only imagine how good it'll be when I finally have her for real. Her hot pussy clamping down on me as I fuck her.
And just like that, I'm hard again. I don't bother with lube this time, instead I use my cum.
Chapter 7
Amberlee
Iwake the nextmorning, burning up. My throat is killing me and I feel like I'm about to die. It hurts to move, my body aches all over. Crawling out of bed, I take one of the throw blankets laying over the back of the chair in the bedroom and wrap it around me before heading to the kitchen. I'm dying of thirst and hope something cold can cool me off.
Stumbling into the kitchen, Maddy stands at the sink, loading the dishwasher. Didn't they do that last night? It's at that moment I break out into a coughing fit and my throat screams in pain.
“Well, look who finally woke up,” she says as she turns around to face me, stopping dead in her tracks. “Oh, shit. Amberlee, you look like crap.”
“I feel like it too,” I softly croak, the few words killing my throat.
Something is wrong. I've caught the flu or something. All I know is I feel like death won over and it's given me a one-way ticket to hell.
“Come on, I'm taking you to urgent care.”
“I can't. I haven't started the new job yet, so my health benefits haven't kicked in,” I remind her. Yeah, I could pay for it. I have money saved. But it's probably nothing some sleep and cough syrup won't cure.
“Do I look like I care? We'll take care of it if it's a money issue. Now go get dressed. I'm going to call Sally next door and see if I can drop RJ off until we're done.”
I know I won’t win with her, nor do I want to hear her mom voice, so I turn around and go back to the bedroom. I pull on a pair of shorts, bra, and a tank top. Then wrap the blanket back around me. Turning around, I slowly make my way to the bathroom and brush my teeth and hair. Once I’m done, I pick up my purse and head to the living room, where RJ is already waiting with a backpack in hand.
“Mommy says you're sick, so stay far away,” he tells me. I know he didn't mean to, but damn, he came off bitchy. I shouldn’t be thinking that word about a kid, no he came off like a smart alec. “Maybe you should wear one of them face masks.”
“You're right, RJ. Maybe I should.” That's all he needs to hear before he runs down the hallway, returning a minute later with one, handing it to me.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“Okay, let's go,” Maddy announces as she holds a small bag in her hand along with her keys.
It only takes a moment to get RJ over to Sally, who lives two houses down, and then we're off to the urgent care. Crossing my fingers, I say a little prayer that they're not busy. Sitting in a waiting room full of sick people with a four-month pregnant woman with twins isn't what I'd call the highlight of my day. What I wanted to be doing was unpacking my apartment, making it more my taste.
As we drive, Maddy takes the time to point out different spots. Sadly, I’m barely paying attention, but make sure to give an okayoccasionally, so she thinks I am. The more we ride, the worse I feel, and the harder it is to even swallow. I'm about to ask her how much farther we have to go when she makes a right turn into the urgent care parking lot and pulls into a vacant spot right in front of the door.
“You know you can take that mask off. It was sweet of you to put it on for RJ's sake.”
“No, I think I'll keep it on. Just in case what I have may be contagious, I don't want you catching it.”
“Okay then, let's get inside and see what's going on with you.”
We both get out of the car, moving at a snail's pace. We really are a pair.
