Page 6 of Pleading Innocence
“Don’t you want to eat first?” he asked with a laugh, watching me as I pulled his shirt out of his pants.
“Depends on what you want to eat first,” I responded.
He paused as if he had to think about it, staring between me and the food before scooping me up and cupping my ass. “I guess I could break the rules and have dessert first.” He smiled against my lips, groaning when they connected with his again as he walked me into the bedroom.
I took my pajama bottoms and underwear off in one fell swoop and kneeled on the bed to undo his belt buckle for him as I kissed his chest. He pressed his lower body against my hand, cupping the back of my head, massaging my scalp with his fingers as he kissed me hard.
I moved to push his pants and underwear over his ass, and they fell to the floor. He walked out of them and onto the bed where he toppled me over, spread my legs, and burrowed his tongue inside of me. I moaned as he sucked on my clit and reached under my camisole to massage my breasts.
I was cumming from his mouth when he raised himself up over me and kissed the side of my cheek, my ear, and my neck right as he lowered himself in me.
I went wild, digging my nails in his back and swallowing his hardness in my hole. I don’t think I stopped shaking between the first orgasm and the moment his dick pulled me into my second and third.
By the third time, I thought I’d black out from how hard my heart pounded and how tired my body grew from pleasure. It was over in less than ten minutes, but it felt like the longest, most ecstasy-filled orgasm of my whole life. My hips moved on their own, riding his dick from below him. I didn’t even feel it when he exploded within me. My mind had left the room, the planet, the fucking galaxy.
Chapter 4
Chris
Iwasawokeninthe morning by a screaming newborn and my phone going crazy, vibrating on the bedside table. Needing to stop it from vibrating so damn loud, I grabbed it and shoved it into my pocket. I didn’t want it to wake my wife up. She’d just fallen asleep again after waking up to feed our newborn over an hour ago. I wanted her to be able to grab even an hour or two more of sleep before I had to get ready to leave for work.
After checking, the absence of pee or poop in my son’s diaper told me that he didn’t need to be changed, so I guessed he just needed to be held. I took him out of the bassinet to rock him to sleep in the hallway. Meanwhile, my dang phone wouldn’t stop going off in my pocket.
“Shh shh, go to sleep, my sweet boy,” I said, giving him a kiss on the forehead which turned his wails into little sobs instead. I grabbed my phone with sleep in my eyes and my fussy baby in hand without looking at the caller ID.
“What?!” I whisper-barked at the phone in frustration.
“Christopher Levine, who are you talking to like that?” my mother responded.
I groaned. “Sorry, Mom, I didn’t know it was—”
She cut me off. “What have you been saying to your sister? I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but she’s not behaving like herself.”
“Mom, what are you talking about?” I asked, holding my son close to me, wanting to make sure that he was as safe as could be, tucked close to my body. He seemed to be drifting off to sleep.
“Tiffany! She’s walked off her first job for some unsound reason. How can she leave her job because she doesn’t like her boss? Or her boss doesn’t like her? She said something of the sort. Listen, she’s a lawyer. She’s got to get used to working with people she doesn’t like!” Mom sounded furious, and I was shocked.
“Tiffany walked off the job?” I asked.
I understood why my mother was freaking out now because that didn’t sound like Tiffany. It made me wonder if she was okay—because I also knew Jared. He was not for the faint of heart, and law school was nothing like working in a law firm.
“Don’t act like you don’t know. You said something to her to lead her down the same path as you,” she said.
I groaned. I couldn’t bother with this conversation right now. My son must have felt the shift in my energy because I could see his mouth trembling as he looked if he just tasted something sour, and sure enough, the wailing started again.
“Oh! Is that my grandson? How is he? Hi, baby! Grandma wishes she could see you but, well, your daddy has been keeping you from me, hasn’t he?” She spoke so loudly through the phone that I had to pull it away from my ears. “Wait, where are you? Why aren’t you at work yet?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked, glancing at the screen. “Oh crap!” I said. It was eleven in the morning. I should’ve been at work hours ago. “Mom, I’ve gotta go.”
“Wait!” she said. “Listen, I tried reasoning with Tiffany, but I don’t think she’s thinking straight. This could really affect her future potential of being hired. Can you please speak to Jared for me? Convince him to give her the job back?”
“Mom, if Tiffany quit then I don’t think Jared offering her the job back is going to help,” I said, rocking my son back to sleep and eager to hang up the phone before he woke up again.
“Oh, you never know. Maybe he could sweeten the deal. You’ve gotta do something, Chris. He’s your friend. I’m sure you can convince him,” she pleaded.
“Okay, okay. I’ll see what I can do,” I said, hanging up and making faces at the phone. Our parents could be so meddling and controlling, and if it was anything else, I probably wouldn’t do as she asked. But I knew how hard Tiffany had fought to keep her job at Crawford & Beam. She really wanted to work there even though she couldn’t see eye to eye with Jared and she didn’t quit easily. So I figured she must have been pushed to breaking point. For that reason, I wanted to speak to Jared about maybe taking it easier on her and offering her that job back.
I tossed my phone in my pocket and told myself to make sure to check the caller ID before answering next time. My movements were so slow I was holding my breath as I carried the sleeping baby back into the room and placed him in the bassinet before giving my wife the softest kiss on her forehead as I tried not to wake her.