Page 10 of Brood
Then he starts to pump his hips, thrusting with tight, rhythmic moves.
“Is it okay?” he asks, sounding as breathless as I feel.
“Y-yeah.” I can’t seem to catch my breath. My body is rocking from the way he’s pushing into me, my breasts and my hair swaying messily. “Yeah. It doesn’t hurt.”
“That’s good.” He picks up his speed. Now every time he thrusts, his groin makes a slapping sound against my bottom. “You’re doing fine.”
Relief wafts over me, mingling with the physical sensations. It’s still uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt as much. And it’s so weird. Raw. Intense. And somehow vulnerable.
But it’s what we’re supposed to be doing, and I’m doing it okay.
I keep making those silly sounds. Stretched and high-pitched and softly helpless. I can’t help it, but Chief Will doesn’t seem to mind. He’s releasing low, steady grunts himself as he thrusts faster.
He’s gripping the flesh at my hips with both hands, holding me in place so he can really go at it. I can’t resist glancing back at him one more time, and I see something primitive in his eyes.
It makes me strangely proud.
He lets out a choked exclamation as his hips start jerking clumsily. He’s gasping loudly and grinding his hips against me as he ejaculates.
I feel several spurts of his semen. Each one fills with me more satisfaction.
When he’s finished, I get worried about it leaking out and down my thighs, so I lower my head and shoulders to the bed in the hopes of holding it better inside me.
Chief Will pulls out, giving my bottom several firm little pats. “You did good.”
“Thank you.” I’m smiling with one cheek resting on the bedding. “Is it staying in?”
“I think so.” He uses his fingers and pushes against my entrance, like he’s making sure his ejaculate doesn’t leak out.
Then he goes to the bathroom. I hear the toilet flush and water in the sink. When he returns, his beard and the edges of his hair are damp.
I’m still holding the same position.
“I think you’re safe to get up now,” he says. “Go back to your bed.”
I do as he says, lying down on my back with my knees bent up. “Maybe we’ll get pregnant right away.”
“Maybe.” He pulls his underwear back on and climbs into bed.
I don’t move for a long time until I can’t wait any longer to pee. I go to the bathroom and clean myself up, then return to my bed to climb under the covers.
“Good night,” I tell him, settling myself comfortably as he turns off the lights.
“Good night.”
And that’s it. We’ve done our duty, and it wasn’t too bad. I’m kind of sore, but it’s definitely manageable.
I close my eyes, hoping his sperm is doing its job inside me.
ChapterTwo
Isleep better than I expected. I don’t stir until the first-shift alarm chimes at 4:45.
Sitting up straight in bed, I blink as I look around, confused and disoriented. The room is bigger than it should be.
And I’m not alone.
The events of the previous day hit in a rush of realization. With a sharp breath, I peer at the other bed. The lights have started illuminating dimly with the gradual morning wake-up sequence.
