Page 13 of Longing for More

“Ryder told me everything, Aspen. I know everything.”

“You—” she started, looking back at me. “You know we can’t have kids?”

He nodded, moving down her, peppering a kiss on the opposite side of her neck from the small hickey blooming from my own menstruations. I watched, amazed, as she didn’t fight him. Instead, she moved her gaze from him and locked it on me as I watched them hungrily.

I couldn’t believe I liked this as much as I thought I would.

Of course, we had talked about things like this, but I could have sworn I was ready to blow in my jeans then and there. Just from watching her kiss another man.

“This—” she panted. “This is what you want?” she asked me. “This is why you asked if I trusted you?”

I nodded my head, my own eyes feeling heavy and hooded as Lucas answered for me. “We do. Isn’t this what you want? You want me to put a little one in here?” he asked, pushing his hand down on her abdomen again. “We want to see you swell, pregnant, and carrying our baby. You don’t want that baby?”

She whimpered. Oh, she was crumbling apart. “I do. But what does this mean? Isn’t this too fast? We need to talk about all of this?”

With Lucas still towering over my girl, I lightly grabbed her throat, squeezing the sides in the perfect position to showdominance without cutting off her air supply. Her eyes bugged out slightly from the movement. “Let us have tonight, baby girl. If you don’t want this tomorrow morning, we’ll find a contraceptive and we’ll go back to exactly how things were. Let us live in this fantasy tonight, though.”

“Ryder, baby, what abou—” Her words cut off in a parted gasp as Lucas grabbed one of her hands and moved it to his hardened length through his dress uniform, right as I took my other hand and slipped it under her dress, feeling the wet fabric of her panties. He groaned as he squeezed her hand, making her squeeze him, and even more so when I pressed right where I had memorized her clit was.

“Listen to your boyfriend, pretty girl. Let me take care of you tonight, though. Let me pump a baby into this sweet pussy while he holds your hand, even if you’re moaning for me instead.”

The groan that escaped from my lips flew on its own.

Fuck, I need this.

“Yeah, baby,” I added to the coercion. “Let him fill you up. I want this. You’re not in trouble. I’ll be right there to stop it all if you change your mind, too.” She moaned as I continued rubbing her over the fabric of her lace panties. Her resolve was shattering. And it was euphoric to witness.

“That’s a good girl,” Lucas added. “No more anger. Just a greedy, wet angel who needs her devils. Yeah?”

I pressed on her clit again, harder, and she bit her lip with the moan that tore out of her. “Yeah.”

"Do you want a safe word?” I asked, just to make her feel more secure. We rarely needed one, unless it was for our rough scenes, but this was different for us and I wanted to make sure she was okay.

“Erm. Yea—yeah, I do.”

I nodded. I was always so proud of my girl. “That’s a good girl. Your safe word is Santa tonight. Understand?”

She nodded, lost for words. It hadn’t escaped my attention as to how she was palming Lucas still, without his help, and he was enjoying every second of it. His own eyes were beginning to grow heavy from her touch.

They both loved this more than any of us could have ever expected.

Excitement ran through my bloodstream.

Deep down, I knew this wouldn’t be the last time.

We were far too engrossed in each other for it to end here.

But if it was the reassurance my girl craved for the time being, I was more than happy to provide it to her.

She finally broke eye contact with me and looked back at Lucas. I didn’t know the exact expression on his face, but I knew it was enough for her legs to tighten on my hand now, even for her to shift her hips slightly, silently begging for more.

Greedy angel.

“So, what happens now?” she asked, her eyes on Lucas. I chuckled as I noticed the spark of anxious excitement blooming on her face.

Lucas hummed. We were both in charge, sure, but she asked Lucas and I was more than happy to let him take the lead.

As long as he took care of my girl.