in sync as he grasped it and tugged. Waves of pleasure sizzled over me when his expression became almost feral: wild, untamed, savage.
My eyes slid shut, as I pounded into him, both of us crying out and whimpering. A gripping sensation inside me told me an orgasm was barreling headlong toward me. And I gave in to it.
“Ian,” David yelled. “Oh God! Yes, yes, I can’t… can’t stop. Can’t,” he wailed and I pried open one eye and watched as he pumped his cock
But ecstasy forced my eyes shut. I grunted as I gathered my strength to ride out the pleasure that had me in its clutches. With my back arched and tension rippling through me, I came, spurting cum inside David. Seconds later, amidst him panting, David’s cum splattered over him and me as I loosened my grasp and slumped on top of him.
9. David
It was Mom’s birthday and all the family would be on the farm. Spring. Wildflowers blooming in the fields I’d only seen covered in a coat of white snow. Baby goats jumping and playing and doing whatever else they did. Not munching anyone’s ass hopefully. I’d need to steer clear of Gertie.
I’d debated whether to come. The last time I’d been home was Christmas. Ian and I had managed to sneak off a few times and have sex before I returned home. We’d both agreed that with me being some hours away and his work on the farm, doing a long-distance relationship wasn’t feasible.
Dad had insisted I come for Mom’s birthday and I couldn’t refuse. Coming up with an excuse about work or not being well was lame. And I wanted to see everyone. But there were complications none of them were aware of.
Once again, I insisted I’d rent a car rather than being collected. And as I drove from the airport, the greenery, the rolling hills, the sun shining on the landscape had me pull over. Not because the car had stalled but it was stunningly beautiful.
The roof of a small cabin peeked through the trees. Ian’s. Had I made the same mistake at the T-junction? On purpose? He’d be in the barn or out in the fields helping with the birthing. Mom said there were lots of newborn kids this season.
This wasn’t the time to confront Ian, though I owed him an explanation. I turned the car around and headed toward the main house and when I pulled up, everyone, including Gran and Uncle Saul, were on the porch. I was wearing jeans and a tee but had an old baggy jacket over the top. Better get this over with.
“David!” Everyone raced toward the car as I got out, but stayed hidden behind the door.
Mom had her arms outstretched as she reached me and gave me a big hug. But she pulled back, her mouth and eyes wide.
“Something wrong, Viv?” Uncle Saul asked but she shook her head.
“Don’t we get a hug?” Gran asked.
“Sure, but I’ve got something to tell you first.”
“Can’t it wait?” My grandmother pouted. “I need a cuddle.”
At least Ian wasn’t around. I wanted us to be alone when I told him. I flung my jacket into the car and stepped away from the open door. There was a collective gasp. While it was small, there was a definite baby bump protruding under my tight tee.
“Pregnant.”
“You’re having a baby.”
“Oh my God, is it Ian’s?” Mac asked.
“Ian’s what?” The familiar voice drifted over my family’s heads. The group parted and there he was, as tall and delectable as ever, wiping his hands on a rag. His eyes locked on not my face but my bump. His rigid posture and grim expression told me I’d made a huge mistake, which I knew. Hiding my pregnancy from my family was one thing, but not telling the alpha father I was some months along was unforgivable.
He flung the cloth on the grass and spat out, “Is it? Is the baby mine?”
My brain fumbled to come up with the right words, so instead I nodded.
“And you didn’t think to tell me?”
“I’m sorry.” My voice trembled with the understanding of how much I’d hurt him.
He turned on his heel and stalked toward the barn. I hurried after him and when I glanced over my shoulder, my family were trailing behind me. I’d been dreading this moment and I didn’t need an audience.
Ian slammed the barn door behind him and when I reached it, I barred everyone else. “This is my mistake. My business. Even if I