Complete Me (The Trust Me Series Book 4) Page 9

  Holy fuck! She’s deep throating me!

  I moan out loud as she slowly makes her way back up and then down, deep-throating me again. The tight feeling around my cock when she does that makes me so on edge that I could come at any second, but I’m trying to hold off, so she can do it a couple more times. I let her go slow, so she doesn’t gag, but I can’t help my hip thrusts while I move slowly in time with her movements. My balls tighten when she deep-throats me once again, and a loud moan escapes me. Then she withdraws, leaving her lips around my head while I breathe heavier.

  Sarah’s hand returns to the base of my cock and her other to my balls. She massages them gently and starts to stroke me again. Moving quicker on me now, I know she’s determined to make me come, and I’m only too happy to oblige.

  She works me up quickly while my hands fist in her hair, and I don’t hold back. I move my hips in time with her motions and start to really fuck her mouth.

  It feels fucking incredible as she works on me tirelessly.

  My cock begins to twitch, and my balls are drawn up tight. I can barely get in enough breath, I’m breathing so fast. I drop my head back and groan loudly as I feel the build-up inside me threatening to explode. I tap the side of her face to let her know I’m about to come, but she deep throats me again, my breath catches as I gasp out, “holy shit.” I can’t hold on any longer, and I come undone in her mouth with a long, drawn-out moan.

  Sarah sucks one last time, and it’s so sensitive that I jerk a little, and then she moves her mouth away from my cock with a pop. I look down at her through foggy eyes and see her swallow. I never get tired of watching her do that and then she licks her lips like it’s a tasty treat.

  “Delicious as always,” she compliments, and then she winks at me.

  I’m trying to catch my breath while she moves to the head of the bed and makes room for me to sit. I try to, but I end up collapsing on my back. Sarah giggles and cuddles into my chest.

  “Your lips are my favorite part of you,” I murmur.

  “Thanks… I think.” She giggles and leans over, pressing those amazing lips to mine. Her tongue enters my mouth as I come down, and I can taste myself on her.

  I fucking love my wife!

  She lets me recover, which takes longer than I want it to, then finally stands to grab the chocolate mousse from the chest of drawers.

  “Now, Mrs. Starke, let me smother you in this so I can lick every inch of you,” I say, walking back over and dipping the spoon into the mousse.

  “Fuck yeah,” she beams, making me chuckle.

  Sarah’s on her back, and I sit in between her spread-eagle legs and smother some mousse on her stomach.

  It’s dessert time!

  After the crazy night, we decided to sleep in seeing as Ethan stayed at my parents’ last night. I know Mom’s dropping him home around midday, but I’m sure it’s nowhere near that. I hardly ever sleep past six thirty anymore, thanks to Ethan. So, at a guess, it can’t be any later than about eight or so. I made an absolute mess last night with the mousse—it’s all through the bed—so we’ll have to change the sheets before Ethan arrives home.

  Sarah yawns and cuddles into my side. I kiss her head softly, and she looks up at me. “Morning, babe.”

  “Morning. Anything in particular you want for breakfast?” I ask.

  “How ‘bout one more round before Mel gets here with our boy?” Sarah’s hand creeps down my stomach toward my already semi-hard cock.

  “Mmm… sounds perfect,” I say.

  She takes me in her hand and begins to tug lightly, which makes me fully hard in two point five seconds. Then she sits up suddenly and throws back the sheets, slides on top of me and leans down to kiss me with force.

  Fuck, I love her!

  There’s no fooling around this time. Let’s get straight to the action!

  She straddles and lowers herself onto me, and her extra-tight pussy is already wet and raring to go. We both moan as she starts her movements up and down with her hands resting on my chest supporting her.

  She feels so damn good—I know I’ll never get sick of this.

  While she rides me, our breathing accelerates as her tightness engulfs every inch of me. Her movements send warmth through me, and I know I’m not going to last long this time. My hands grab hold of her hips to help her as she moans out in pleasure. I feel my balls tighten, and Sarah scrunches her face, so I know she’s close too.

  We work together striving toward another explosion.

  I moan loudly while she grinds down on me. My cock hardens even more. I’m right on the edge and with one more pump, I know I’m going to come in her so hard. She rocks on me, and I moan loudly as my balls squeeze, and—

  The doorbell rings.

  No, no, no!

  Sarah stops moving and instantly turns toward the door.

  Fuck, I was just about to blow!

  “I was so fucking close. Whoever is at the door can fuck right off,” Sarah grumbles as she turns back to me and starts to move again. Instantly, I’m drawn back into pleasure as she starts riding me quickly.

  Bang. Bang. Bang.

  “Chris, you guys home?” I hear Mom call out impatiently.

  “Fuck,” we both say in unison.

  “Wasn’t she meant to be dropping Ethan home at midday?” Sarah questions as she hops off me and runs to the closet.

  I lay on the bed and shake my head.

  Great timing! Cock block extraordinaire!

  Sarah comes back out with our robes and throws mine at me. “C’mon, Chris, what will Mel think? Get up!”

  Frantically, I try not to think about Sarah riding me, mainly to get some relief from my raging hard-on. I pull my robe over my shoulders, stand, and walk with Sarah to the front door.

  “Do I look okay?” she asks.

  Sarah looks beautiful. Her hair is messed in that just-fucked way, and she smells like sex.

  Just the way I like her!

  “You look great, babe.” I pull her to me as Mom knocks again.

  Sarah opens the door, and Ethan rushes inside and throws his arms around my waist smacking his head right into my semi-erect boner.

  Fuck, fuckidy, fucking hell!

  “Daddy,” he calls out as I bend down and pick him up, but I can’t quite straighten.

  “Hey, champ, have fun at Grandma’s?” I ask.

  Mom scoffs. “How many times have I told you, it’s Nanny, not Grandma…” She takes a breath. “You two look happy,” she states with a knowing smirk.

  Sarah hides into my chest and cuddles into Ethan. “Yeah, well, we thought you were coming at midday,” I groan while handing Ethan to Sarah.

  “Honey, it’s nearly one. I gave you extra time.”

  “Crap! Really?” Sarah asks, and Mom nods.

  “Crap, crap, crap,” Ethan copies rather loudly, and I can’t help but laugh.

  Sarah and Mom both look at me sternly. “No, Ethan, that’s a bad word,” Sarah chides.

  “Yeah, I forgot to tell you he’s been repeating everything we say and do. Your sisters taught him how to do the Macarena last night,” Mom adds.

  “Macaweena, macaweena,” Ethan sings.

  Sarah places him on the floor, and he runs off.

  “They must be so pissed he’s a boy,” Sarah jests, ushering Mom inside and shutting the door.

  We all laugh and head to the kitchen. “Want a coffee, Mel?” Sarah asks.

  Mom nods. “So, did you two have a good night off?”

  “Yeah, thanks, Mom. It was great to have some alone time once I finally got Sarah to stop with the freaking laundry,” I tease.

  Mom laughs. “Oh well, at least you got some quality time in. I love having Ethan. So does your father and sisters. He makes us laugh so much.”

  Ethan comes running down the hallway and smacks into Mom. “Nanny, Nanny,” he calls as she picks him up and places Ethan on her lap. “Momma and Daddy did poo-poo in their bed,” he blurts out making me laugh.

  Mo
m tilts her head at me strangely. I glance at Sarah, who’s face tells me she’s more than a little embarrassed—actually, she’s mortified.

  “Why do you say that, Ethan?” Mom asks.

  “‘Cause their sheets all brown,” he babbles, and then it clicks.

  “Oh, that’s chocolate mousse,” I tell her.

  Mom smirks and glances at Sarah, who’s purposely not looking at either of us.

  “And why would there be chocolate mousse in your bed, CJ?” Mom asks with the biggest grin.

  Mom knows why. She’s just asking to embarrass Sarah, and it’s working.

  “It was for dessert… if you know what I mean?” I nudge Sarah, waggling my brows, but Sarah huffs, making Mom and me laugh a little louder.

  “What’s funny?” Ethan asks, and I scruff his hair.

  “Go tell Mommy you want some chocolate mousse,” Mom teases, putting Ethan down.

  I smirk at her—sometimes she can be really evil.

  “Mommy, can I have chwoclate mousse?” Ethan asks while pulling on Sarah’s robe.

  “No, honey, there’s none left. But Daddy will make you some later. Okay?” Sarah tells him, and Ethan runs off again seemingly satisfied.

  “I hate you both,” she whispers, and Mom and I start laughing again.

  Mom stays for a coffee and tells us all about how Ethan was overnight, how the girls fussed over him like they always do, and how Dad was trying to teach him to play with the toolset they bought Ethan for his birthday. Dad seems to think that when Ethan grows up, he’ll be working at ADF with his pop.

  Not likely!

  He’s going to be a chef like his dad, and we can run our own restaurant together one day.

  We arrive at Aiden’s for dinner to start discussing some of Sarah’s bat-shit crazy ideas with Callie and Mike.

  It’s going to be an interesting night.

  We walk up to the house, and Mike answers the door. “Hey, guys.”

  “Hey, Mike, congrats,” Sarah gushes, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

  “Congwats,” Ethan repeats.

  Mike chuckles. “Thanks Sarah and Ethan.”

  Sarah rolls her eyes. “Sorry, Mike. He’s a parrot these days,” Sarah tells him as she walks inside with Ethan on her hip.

  I shake Mike’s hand and walk in behind Sarah looking at her gorgeous, fuckable ass in those tight jeans.

  “Hey, everyone,” Sarah calls out as we step out onto the deck.

  “Hey!”

  “Auntie Jeni,” Ethan calls out as he struggles to get down from Sarah’s hip.

  “Just be careful. Remember what we said about Auntie Jeni’s belly?” Sarah reminds Ethan.

  She puts him down, and he runs over to a heavily pregnant Jeni, who looks about ready to burst. Jeni bends down and picks Ethan up and places him on her lap.

  Aiden walks over. “Hey, dude, how’s things?” He gives me one of those manly slaps on the shoulder.

  “Yeah, good. Nearly had Mom and Ethan walk in on us this morning,” I tell him with a laugh.

  “Fuck! That would have scarred the poor kid for life with the antics you two get up to.”

  I laugh. “Yeah, no doubt, something for you to look forward to. Jeni’s not far off now, hey?” I ask, and Aiden’s face takes on a more terrified appearance.

  “Yeah, she’s due any day. I have no idea what I am doing. I’m putting on a brave face for Jeni, but really I am shitting myself. I don’t know the first thing about being a father. All I know is I don’t want to be anything like my father,” he admits.

  “Being a father is fantastic. The first few weeks suck… don’t remember ever being that tired. But once you’re in a routine, it becomes second nature. You’ll be a great dad, Aiden. I see how you are with Ethan. Just be you, and it’ll be fine,” I say, slapping him on the shoulder.

  While spending the evening with our friends, Sarah tells Callie all her crazy ideas. Of course, Callie, being the lovely woman she is, didn’t dismiss any of them but said they would revisit them at another time.

  Aiden, Mike, and I stood back and tried not to laugh as we watched my beautiful wife make a complete fool of herself.

  Doesn’t matter, we all love her anyway.

  After a fantastic night, we said our goodbyes. Ethan was beyond exhausted after playing with Callie’s baby chicks all night, and we headed home.

  We tucked him into bed and went to the living room to unwind, watching Game of Thrones. Sarah cuddles into my side, and I wrap my arm around her tightly. Suddenly, she sits bolt upright and looks at me like she wants to say something but is holding back.

  “What’s going through that head of yours?” I ask.

  “So… just hear me out before you say anything, okay?”

  Oh, good God, what now?

  “Okaaay?” I say drawn out with concern etched in my voice.

  “Right, so… I was talking with Jeni today, and I was watching her and how beautiful she looks when she’s pregnant. She was telling me all about how her baby is kicking, and she can feel him move and all that stuff. Sooo… anyway… I was wondering what your thoughts are for us trying to have another baby?”

  I was waiting for this to come up. Sarah’s always touching Jeni’s belly and doting on her, and I knew this scenario eventually would play out, and to be honest, I have no idea how I feel about it. I always wanted more kids, and I guess Ethan is two and a half, so now is probably the right time.

  “Okay, you’ve been quiet for too long. Just say you don’t want to and put me out of my misery,” she huffs, folding her arms across her chest. That little display of disappointment is enough to make my mind up.

  “No, I was just thinking, babe. I’m in, let’s try for another baby.”

  Sarah’s smile shines so brightly as she lunges forward embracing me tightly, so tightly I can hardly fucking breathe.

  Holy crap! Did I just agree to another kid?

  Oh, well, guess that means more sex, and there won’t be any complaints from me.

  “I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and you’ve made me so happy.” She beams as she cuddles into me.

  Just think… lots of sex. Lots… of… sex. Lots. Of. Sex!

  I am sure my eyes are growing wider the more I think about it. “When do you want to start trying?”

  “Tonight?”

  It will be great to have another baby, and I’m entirely on board.

  “How long will it take… to get pregnant, I mean?” I ask.

  “I guess not too long.” Sarah shrugs. “We got pregnant with Ethan without trying, so I can assume it won’t take too long once ‘the pill’ is out of my system.”

  I love Sarah so much, and I’d do anything to make her happy. So, if she wants another baby, then that’s what I’m going to give her.

  “Well, then, let’s get cracking,” I chime.

  She laughs and turns off the television.

  I bend and lift her over my shoulder and walk us to our bedroom.

  I wake with a start to my phone ringing. Sarah groans loudly and covers her head with a pillow. I look over, and Aiden’s name is flashing.

  “Dude, it’s like three in the morning! Are you guys okay?” I ask.

  “Jeni’s gone into labor, and I’m… freaking out, man,” Aiden says quietly but sounding shit scared.

  “Jeni’s in labor? How long ago did it start?”

  Sarah uncovers her face and looks at me excitedly.

  “She was having back pain last night, and she said she couldn’t sleep so she went to have a bath. I stayed in bed ‘cause, you know, it was like one o’clock. But then I heard her moaning, so I raced in there, and she was hunched over in pain. I mean what kind of husband does that? Lets his pregnant wife go to the bathroom alone while he sleeps in bed. I’m a fucking jerk, Chris,” Aiden rambles on and on.

  “You’re not a jerk. Jeni knows how much you love her. Calm the fuck down and stop talking to me and go be with her. You need to hold her hand. I’m not going to lie, dude, i
t’s gonna scare the shit out of you. But you have to be strong and support Jeni. Whatever she needs. Oh, and don’t take it to heart when she tells you that she hates you and screams expletives at you…” I laugh. “It’s just the pain talking.”

  “I hate seeing her in pain. I’m so weak when it comes to Jeni,” he mumbles.

  “Aiden, pull yourself together. She needs you, and you have to grin and bear it. It’s gonna suck, but dude, if I can do it, you definitely can. Now, shut the fuck up and go back in there. Where are you now?”

  “Just arrived at the hospital. They’re hooking stuff up to her… you know, monitors and shit. She sent me out to get Skittles,” he says with a slight chuckle.

  “Skittles?”

  “Yeah, trust her to want something weird while she’s in labor. Oh, hey, I gotta go, they’re calling me,” he announces and then ends the call.

  I laugh and put the cell down on the bed.

  “So, how far along is she?” Sarah looks ecstatic.

  “Umm… I’m not sure, he never actually said, but he’s all over the place. Believe me, I know how hard it is.”

  Sarah slaps me on the arm. “Are you kidding me? How hard it is for you? What about the mother who has to push a watermelon out their va jay jay? You think the father’s task is harder than the mother’s?”

  “No, baby, I know women have it way tougher, but think what it’d be like if the roles were reversed. It’s the scariest fucking thing you’ll ever see as a man… watching the woman you’re madly in love with in so much pain. It’s shit, but, of course, you have it worse,” I explain while she nods.

  “Just think, that will be us again soon… I hope,” she mumbles, running circles on my chest with her finger.

  I smile and kiss her head. “And are you prepared to go through all that pain again?”

  “In a heartbeat,” she confirms.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too. Seeing as we’re now both wide awake, and Ethan is fast asleep, and we are on the topic of babies, I think we should try as often as we can… if you know what I mean,” she insinuates and raises her eyebrows up and down.

  I lean over her, pushing my body into hers. Her hand rushes to the back of my head, pulling my lips to meet hers while she takes hold of my bottom lip in her teeth and tugs hard.