Page 94 of Skating the Blue Line
And how good he looks in that tailor sweater and those pants that leave very little to the imagination.
“Don’t think about his dick. Don’t think about it, it’s what got you in this situation in the first place. Just don’t look at him and you will be good.” I try to give myself a pep talk but it’s not helping.
The more I look at the picture, the more I see everything that my brain has pointed out. Not only that, my thoughts start to shift even without me wanting to.
Shift to what exactly?
Oh I don’t know, just thoughts of how good that handsome face would look if I could have it between my legs right about now.
Dammit.
I was doing so good.
So far in my pregnancy I haven’t thought about sex. I mean I thought about it but never like this. Never while looking at a picture of me and my baby daddy and feeling like I’m in heat just looking at him.
No way in hell that is normal.
Remember what Betty said. Fuck me six ways to Sunday.
“Damn you, Betty and you stupid talk of urges.” I lock my phone and slam it a little too hard against the couch cushion.
Maybe if I walk around the apartment, stretch out my legs a bit, that would take my mind off wanting to jump Liam the second he gets home.
I have never been more glad that he’s away at an away game than I am now. But it’s a Detroit game, which means he will be back tonight which doesn’t help any. My thoughts just shift to him getting home and me asking him to help me find some relief.
“Nope. Not happening.”
I make a loop around the living room and then to the kitchen and then back to the living room. My legs and back are thankful for the movement.
When I head down the hallway, I feel like my sexual thoughts have dissipated but then I pass Liam’s room and they come back stronger than ever before.
It was just a small whiff of his cologne or aftershave, and all of a sudden the little bud between my legs is pulsating and asking for relief.
“Just think about his nasty sweat and how he made you gag when you first smelt it,” I say to myself as I make my way back down the hallway. “Yeah that’s a good idea. Think-k about sweat. Think about Liam sweating and smelling like rotten cooked cheese.”
I keep repeating the same thing over and over in my head and as much as I try to think about Liam sweating and smelling like cheese, nothing seems to work. The only thing that I can think about is his clone and taking a sniff at it as he’s hovering over me about to slide into my pussy”
“Fuck it.”
I need to remedy this right now before he gets home and I do something stupid. And the only way to do that is to take out my arsenal of vibrating toys.
I’ve been holding off using them this long, and I can't take it anymore.
I quickly check the time and see that I have another two hours until Liam comes home. That should be enough time to do what I need to do.
Urges are no fucking joke.
Heading straight into my room, I go directly to my closet where the box of toys is hidden out of plain sight.
Thank God I thought about bringing it when I first moved in here because no way in hell was I going to be able to make it back to my apartment just to grab a toy.
I need relief right now and I sure as hell know that my fingers won’t be able to handle it.
Opening up the box, I reach for one of my favorites that I know will give me the orgasm that my body is so desperately asking for.
As soon as I have the toy in hand, I check it really quickly for a charge. As soon as it turns on, I let out a sigh of relief because no way would I be able to wait for it to charge and come to life.
I get up from the floor as quickly as I possibly can, what with my bump being in the way, and then climb up on my bed.
