The Virgin Duet Page 13

  “If not her, I would have recommended Dr. Tomas. He’s known for—”

  She is cut off by a growl that makes the doctor laugh again. The laugh shows off a dimple in her left cheek, making her look even prettier. I probably look like hell. These pregnancy hormones are making me crazy jealous.

  “Long it is. I’ll have everything sent over first thing in the morning, get some liquids in her and something to eat. Make it a light dinner.”

  I say goodbye to the doctor and make my way back to our bedroom.

  When I hear the front door shut, I take off my robe and climb under the covers. I second guess myself if I should do this or not. Bray hasn’t invited me to stay in his bed but, hell, that’s never stopped me before.

  “Rebecca,” Bray says, and I open my eyes to see him staring down at me with a tray in his hand. “You need to eat,” he says, and puts the small tray of food on the nightstand beside me. He sits on a chair beside the bed, not joining me under the covers.

  “We need to talk,” I say, because my head is bouncing everywhere and I need to know what’s happening here. At least enough so I can sleep tonight. With so many questions rattling around in my head I know I’ll never pass out, even as exhausted as I am.

  “I know. Eat, then we’ll talk. Then I’m going to chain you to the bed, and fuck you until you can’t move. I’m going to fuck out every idea you have inside that pretty little head of yours about leaving me. Then when I’m done doing that, I’m going to eat your pussy until you remember who it belongs to.”

  BRAY

  I can tell by the widening of her eyes that she’s both terrified and excited by this idea. She doesn’t understand what she’s put me through these past months, and now that she’s back in my bed, I’m dead serious about holding on to her. No matter what it takes. She’ll never leave me again.

  I pull the tray from the nightstand to my lap and move to sit beside her on the edge of the bed. “I’ll feed you,” I say, and spoon out some of the chicken soup I made for her. She gives me a strange look but some possessive part of me wants to do this. I want to give her what she needs, and I know in this moment I can.

  She opens her mouth, licking her lips before taking the spoon into her mouth. My cock hardens at the innocent act. How can her eating soup turn me on so much? I know we have a lot to talk about but I feel like my body is on fire for her. I need to reassure myself she is here. Get myself under control, but first we have to talk.

  “First, I want you to know that I love you, and I was wrong for putting work before you. Nothing is more important than you, and I think I was too scared to admit that, so I buried myself in work. The day you left, I realized that and I ran home to tell you how wrong I’d been.”

  “Oh, Bray, I’m so sorry.”

  “No. You don’t have anything to be sorry for. The past three months have been miserable and I made some changes. I retired and turned my company over to my vice president. He’s been looking to take over for years and I was more than willing to let it go. Also, you were right about Cindy. The manager I turned her over to when I left hated her voice, but also caught her selling client information, so he let her go and pressed charges.”

  She gives me a smug look at that admission and I take it as a good sign and continue.

  “I pushed you away and kept denying my feelings because I was terrified of what I could become.” She gives me a quizzical look, but I know I need to tell her. I have to explain my fears.

  “I told you my parents died when I was eighteen, and only part of that is true.” I take a deep breath and tell her the rest. “My father was obsessed with my mother so much he sexually abused her as a form of control. That’s the reason I never had sex before you. I didn’t trust myself, and it was my way of controlling my fear.”

  She nods her head in understanding, but I haven’t gotten to the bad part.

  “When I turned eighteen, I had everything set up to take my mom and run away. I guess my father had sensed something coming and the day I graduated high school, he came home early from work. We were in the kitchen with our bags packed and about to leave. My mom tried to get in between us, but he wasn’t having it.”

  I take a deep breath and continue.

  “He tied me to a chair and choked her to death right in front of me. He made me watch everything. Everything, Tink.”

  I hang my head in shame and she reaches out to take my hands.

  “Chelsea and I had been friends since elementary school. She kind of knew my home life wasn’t good, so when I didn’t show up for graduation she knew something was bad. She walked in just as my father was untying me. I have no doubt he was planning on killing me next. But seeing her walk in the house caught him off guard and gave me enough time to grab a knife off the kitchen table and stab him in the chest.”

  Rebecca gasps and puts a hand over her mouth in shock.

  “He didn’t die right away, so I must have just punctured a lung. But I stood over his body and watched him die without a single regret.” I give the hand still holding mine a little squeeze and tell her the rest of the story.

  “Chelsea is from money, and her family had a few guys who worked security for her. She knew one she trusted enough to help clean up the mess.”

  “Who?”

  “Hank.”

  “Oh, Bray,” she says, and I see tears in her eyes.

  “He’s been with me ever since. He helped make the scene look like they killed each other in a struggle, and Chelsea backed up my story about the years of abuse because of my father's obsession. When I got older and started making a lot of money, the story came back out in the news, and since then I try to hide away from the scandal as much as possible.

  “I never realized the connection between the three of you.”

  “I told you this story, Tink, because I need you to know how afraid I was I would become that man. Why I need control and order in my life. You blew up my perfect plan and changed everything about me, inside and out. I never saw you coming, and damn, did you make an entrance.”

  She smiles a little at my joke, but it’s nothing but the truth.

  “I love you, Tink. And though I have fear, I want you beside me every day for the rest of my life.”

  I finish feeding her the whole bowl I made and I take the tray away and set it on the nightstand. I need to bond our bodies and I can’t wait a second longer. “Pull back the covers, Tink. I need to see you.”

  She hesitates for a second before scooting down and pushing them off of her body. She’s absolutely the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen and seeing her belly round with my baby makes my hard cock even harder. Her hips even seem fuller, making me picture myself grabbing onto them as I drive my cock inside her.

  Her eyes trail down my body and stop at my noticable erection trying to bust out of my pants. She’s got a longing in her eyes, and I know she wants to taste me as much as I want her to taste me. I look down and see there’s a wet spot on the front of my dress pants where my precum has leaked through. My clothes suddenly feel too tight and I can’t breathe with them on. She keeps her eyes on me as I strip down naked and climb on the bed. I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest. I’ve been without her for months and I finally have her again.

  I’m not sure she realizes how much I really meant about chaining her to the bed. The dark thoughts I’ve been trying to keep at bay are pushing into my mind. I can’t be like him, but I’m not sure there is any turning back at this point. I’ve gone past the point of no return, I’m not sure there ever was a chance of it from the moment I saw her. I just have to learn to control it.

  I can feel the soft shake of my body. Like I need my next fix and I’ve finally got what I need in my hands. It’s right here for the taking. Maybe not allowing myself to find relief these past few months wasn't the best idea. Every time I would start to stroke my cock, my mind would flood with images of the things I’d done with my Tink. Eating her pussy until she begs me to let her cum. Her thighs shaking ar
ound my face while I eat her like a starving man. I was starving. I still am starving for her. Nothing is ever enough.

  The thoughts are intoxicating and painful all at once. I wouldn't allow myself to do it. I’m not sure if it is because of the pain of missing her or if I am punishing myself for letting her slip away. Now I’m second guessing myself, because my control is razor thin.

  “We need to make up for lost time, and I won’t last long with the way I feel right now. I haven’t cum since the last time we were together, and I need you to help me take the edge off so I can be good for you. I’m so full of cum, I’m not sure you can swallow all of it.”

  I look down at her sweet mouth and press my lips gently to hers. Trying to calm myself. Her touch somehow calms me but also makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. Chaos. That’s what she is. What I need. She makes me feel alive. “I can take all of you however you want me to,” she says, and begins to kiss me back more aggressively.

  I break the kiss and tell her what I need. “Just lie back and let me use your breasts. I’ll cum on you, and then you can take me in your pussy.” I need this to take the edge off so I can be gentler with her.

  She nods her head, and I give her another kiss on the lips before moving up to straddle her chest. “Thank you, Tink.”

  Making sure I’m up far enough on her body that I’m not hurting her, I line my cock up between her big beautiful tits. They’re more than a handful and her big pink nipples are rock hard. I can tell they are aching for attention and soon enough they’ll get it. My cock has pearls of cum falling off the end already and I use it to smear a trail on her chest. I’m dripping so much that lube isn’t necessary and she’s slick within seconds. “Now push your breasts around my cock, Tink. That’s it, make it nice and tight around me.” I lean forward a bit and grab the headboard as she pushes her tits together. I rock my hips a little and watch as the tip of my cock peeks out from the top as I thrust forward.

  “Oh God, that’s it, Tinkerbell. I’m so close.” Just seeing my cock fuck her is enough to make me cum, but my fairy does it one better. She leans up a little and licks the end of my dick the next time it peeks through, and I lose it. “Fuck!” I shout and feel my balls tighten. I haven’t made it ten pumps before I’m cumming. Her one little lick was all it took to send me over the edge, and I’m cumming all over her creamy, plump tits and neck.

  I continue thrusting my hips like it is her pussy I’m fucking, so my cum is all between her tits and rolling down her chin and neck. I’ve completely marked her, and the sight of it has me cumming more.

  My cock is still hard even after cumming all over her. I climb off her chest and within seconds, my hips are between her legs and I’m pushing my still rock-hard cock inside her tight, dripping pussy. She shouts in shock and pleasure and throws her head back, exposing her cum-covered neck.

  The sight of me all over her makes more cum shoot out of my cock. I start thrusting hard, claiming her body again, but carefully because now she’s pregnant with my baby. The sight of my cum on her, and the knowledge that my seed is growing in her body has me rabid. I use the palm of my hand to rub the cum into her body, around her neck and all over her breasts. I want her surrounded by me, and only me. When I completely rub it into her skin, I lean down and suck her nipple, tasting myself on her and driving my obsession with her to the point of insanity.

  I lean up and look into her eyes, not stopping my hard thrusts. “Tink, tell me you’ll never leave me again,” I growl and move a hand down to where we are joined.

  “I’ll never leave you again,” she says breathlessly.

  “Never,” I say more firmly, and rub my thumb on her clit.

  “Never!” she shouts and I feel her body tensing up. She’s about to go over the edge, and I’m right there with her.

  “You’re mine,” I growl and thrust hard one last time, holding my hard cock inside her as I empty my load. I rub her clit as her legs lock up and she shouts her release. A beautiful blush blossoms across her body and all I can think is how my perfect my fairy is.

  Our orgasms leave us heaving for breath, but I’m nowhere near finished with her. I kiss down her body as I pull out of her, and shoulder my way between her legs.

  “Bray, I’m messy down there. Don’t do that right now,” she pleads and tries to cover up her pussy.

  “Move your hands, Tink. I made this mess down here, and I plan on cleaning you up.” She reluctantly moves her hands out of the way, and I push her legs apart and up, making her knees rise and exposing all of her to me. I see our passion leaking out of her, rolling down to her asshole and run my fingers through it, following the trail. When I touch her ass, she flinches, and I smile to myself. “We’ll get here one day, Tink. But not today,” I say, and just run my cum-covered index finger around her tight pink ring.

  With my other hand I penetrate her pussy and start to rub her g-spot. She holds her knees up while I finger her with one hand and press against her ass with the other. I can hear her moans of excitement and lean down to kiss her clit.

  My fairy starts to rock her hips and it doesn’t take long before she is begging for another orgasm. Her pussy is so pretty and swollen and I kiss and suck her lips to help ease the ache. I’m working all of her pleasure points with my hands and mouth and tongue, I want her to know how much pleasure I can give her. That I will do this and anything she needs if she stay by myself side. That is she wants to lay in this bed all day everyday with my face attached to her pussy I would gladly do it.

  Before I know it’s happening, she’s cumming. Her body tenses up, her pussy pulses and she grinds her clit against my face. Tink is completely using me for her pleasure and my hard cock couldn’t be happier about it.

  Once I’ve wrung the last of her orgasm from her, I sit up and lean back on my heels. “Turn over, Tinkerbell, I’m not finished yet.”

  She laughs lazily and I help her roll over, and stick her ass in the air. My cock is still fully hard and painfully aching as if I haven’t cum twice already. But seeing her like this, with her big round ass up and exposed, I don’t think cumming one hundred times would make a difference.

  I lie down on the bed under her and turn over so she can sit on my face. I want her to be comfortable, but I know in this position she cums hardest. I position her knees on either side of my head and gently pull her hips down so her pussy is directly over my mouth.

  “I want you to cum on my face, Tink. I want you to ride it hard, use me for your pleasure. I’m going to finger you, and use your honey to jerk off with, so don’t worry about me. I want you to cum as many times as you can before your legs give out, and then I’ll hold you up so you can cum some more.”

  “Oh, God, Bray,” she says shakily.

  “Just Bray, baby. God isn’t getting anywhere near this pussy.” Tink lowers her pussy on my face and I get to work.

  I lick and suck and finger her to three orgasms before her legs can’t hold her up anymore. I came sometime before the first orgasm hit her, and I came again on her sixth one without even touching my cock.

  We are a sticky mess as we fall asleep and all I can think is I hope we are stuck together like this for eternity.

  “Let’s take a look at the baby, shall we?” Dr. Long says. Normally this is done by a technician, but I have personally contacted her to make this appointment and explain that I want special treatment no matter what the cost. Money always seems to make people more agreeable.

  I start to have a panic attack when we walk into the OBGYN’s office, but luckily Tink feels it, and just by holding my hand, soothes me. I have so many fears when it comes to her being pregnant and having a baby, but I know as long as she’s with me, I can do anything.

  I sit in a chair beside Tink and hold her hand as the doctor puts the jelly stuff on her stomach. “You’re far enough along, Mommy. Would you both like to find out what you’re having?”

  “No.”

  “Yes.”

  We look at each other and smile. “T
ink, I need to know. There is so much that is unknown and I can’t stand any more surprises with this baby. I have to have control over something.”

  She reaches up and touches the side of my face, and she sees all the anxiety I have in my heart about her and our child. I want to give her everything in the world, but I need this. She gives me a small smile and nods in concession. “Okay, let’s find out,” giving the doctor the okay.

  After a few minutes of going through the motions and the doctor telling us our baby is healthy and growing like it’s supposed to, some of my anxiety leaves and I feel like I can breathe a little.

  “Looks like there’s a stem on the apple. Congratulations, it’s a boy,” Dr. Long says, and I feel like the smile on my face is so big it could break records. I look over at my little fairy and she’s all tears and laughter. I lean over and embrace her and we have a quiet moment together of just being profoundly happy. I would been happy no matter what we are having, but finding out together is special and something I’ll always treasure.

  As we exit the doctor’s office I don’t see Hank’s car. “That’s weird,” I say, and continue to search the parking lot for him. I feel the hair rise on the back of my neck, like someone is watching us, and wrap my arm around Tink, holding her tight to me. I feel exposed standing outside, and pull out my cell. “Let’s go back inside and wait. It’s not safe like this.”

  She looks up at me but nods her head in agreement as she uses her hands to protectively cover her belly. Just as we turn around, I spot movement out of the corner of my eye and I hear flashes going off. I look around and suddenly we are being swarmed with cameras and phones and paparazzi are everywhere. “Hold tight to me, Tink,” I snarl and pick her up, all but running to the doors of the doctor’s office. I have to elbow a few people out of the way and my panic rises as they crowd us and ask questions about who Rebecca is and how far along she is. I realize I’m holding my entire world in my arms and it’s my job to protect them. I shut down my panic and do what needs to be done. When I make it through the doors, the nurses at the counter rush to help us. They take Tink and help her to a wheelchair and start questioning her. I see Dr. Long come out and she’s over with her in an instant to make sure she is all right. The paparazzi are outside the building, but the windows are tinted so they can’t see in.