Page 11 of Christmas Chaos
She giggled at his response and guided his hands under her top to her breasts. ‘I need you to take care of me.’
Relief flooded through him. They were back on solid ground. She arched into his touch, gyrating on his thickening cock. He brushed his lips against her throat and she shivered.
‘Well, we’d better get you home then,’ he murmured.
There wasnothing more intoxicating to Rory than getting his wife off. Over and over again. His own orgasms were always spectacular and carried a risk of aneurysm, but the sensation was deeper and more complex with Zoe. The taste of her on his tongue, the feel of her fevered skin, the way her thighs clamped around his head, the sound of her screaming his name. It was a rush like no other. And now, making her come was the ultimate distraction from the baby elephant in his mental room. However, if making her come was the source of his greatest pleasure, being interrupted whilst doing so was the source of his greatest displeasure.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
‘Rory,’ she gasped. ‘There’s someone at the—’
He flicked his tongue faster. Her thighs were trembling. She was so close. Unless the cabin was on fire he wasn’t going to stop.
‘Hang on!’ Zoe cried to whoever was outside. ‘I’m commmmmmmmmminnnnggggggg!’
Her body stiffened and he held her tightly, licking harder, pushing the wave of her orgasm faster through her till her body convulsed on the bed.
‘Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,’ she gasped.
When her body went limp, he gently pulled away and covered her with the duvet. He was still dressed, so adjusted his cock for decency, stalked to the door and opened it a crack.
‘Fiona, is everything okay?’
‘It is now. Ish,’ she replied. ‘Congratulations by the way. Is your mum pleased?’
‘She doesn’t know. We only told Zoe’s parents.’
‘Well, they must have accidentally let the cat out of the bag, or the bun out of the oven.’ She passed him her phone. ‘Don’t panic, it’s gone now. This is just a screenshot.’
Rory stared at Brad’s face on his Instagram feed. He looked deranged with excitement. The caption across the bottom screamed: ‘I’m going to be a Pop Pop!!!’
What. The. Fuck.
‘Luckily Sam saw it pretty much the moment it was posted and called me. I told her Zoe was about ten seconds pregnant and hadn’t told anyone yet. So, Sam phoned Brad and made him take it down. We think it was only up about ten minutes.’
He felt Zoe behind him.
‘What’s going on?’ she asked.
He handed her the phone. ‘It’s been deleted now.’
‘Oh god.’ Her hand went to her stomach. ‘But only Mum knows! And I told her not to tell anyone.’
‘Your dad must have accidentally said something.’
Her eyes welled up. ‘I wanted this to be a secret. Something just for us. Even if only for a little while.’
He pulled her into his arms. ‘I know.’
‘And the first three months are the most…’ she broke off as if she couldn’t say what they were all thinking.
Rory turned to Fiona. ‘You okay to stay with Zoe for twenty minutes while I drive up the hill and attempt to murder my mother’s husband with only the power of my voice?’
Fiona grinned. ‘Yep, no worries.’
‘Will you phone my dad too?’ Zoe asked. ‘If it was him he’s going to be devastated.’
He kissed the top of her head. ‘Of course. He hasn’t done anything wrong.’
