I'd barely finished speaking before I was pushed up against the door, his hungry mouth on mine. My lips parted immediately welcoming his possessive tongue. I moaned and dug my nails into his shoulders, deepening the kiss.
“No one kisses like you, Pix,” he growled against my lips. “The first time you kissed me I almost came in my pants. It scared the shit out of me. The way you made me feel …” he broke off and kissed me again. Unspoken words were traded between our lips and our roaming hands.
“Bed,” I gasped when we came up for necessary air.
“We have to take it slow. I don't want to hurt...Fuck,” he breathed the word harshly when I slipped my hand between our bodies and cupped his impressive erection.
“Bed. Now,” I ordered him sternly. His eyes slid to my lips and I couldn’t help but obey the silent command. I took his mouth like he had taken mine earlier, glorying in his harsh groan as I sucked his tongue and then gave him mine. My legs tightened around his waist and my hands clenched in his hair, as he stumbled around until I felt a hard surface under my butt.
Table, bed. Close enough.
“Now, Ozgur,” I rasped in his ear when his mouth began drifting down my neck.
“Let me get you ready,” he whispered. His dark head descended to my chest and he sucked my nipple hard through the fabric. Just the sight of him at my breast was about to detonate me.
“I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m soooo ready,” I gasped, aching for him. I grabbed his hand and guided him down to where I needed him.
His hand slipped into my waistband without further prompts until his fingers encountered how wet I was. He cursed again and quickly stripped off my bottoms and underwear. I sat up and pulled off my shirt and flung it away and then stripped off his. He laid me back down on the table and stood between my legs, his hands sweeping up my inner thighs and spreading them wide.
His eyes swept down my body. “Look at you Pix,” he breathed. I lifted my head and glanced down at my naked body outstretched on the table and I colored a little at the sight. My boobs were looking spectacular though. I had never had such a glorious cleavage. I thought that was what had caught his attention but his eyes weren’t on my boobs. They were fixed on the gentle swell of my stomach. My bump was small and perfectly round, though I imagined it would eventually mutate into a giant blob. My thoughts were interrupted when he lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on my belly.
“Hello, baby,” he rumbled against my stomach. “Close your eyes and your ears for a little while. Your mom is about to do very naughty things to me.” He glanced up at me, dimpling adorably.
“Silly!” I laughed to cover up the feelings his playful words evoked. My eyes watered and I blinked back the tears. Stupid. I was so stupid to be so overwhelmed by his absurdity. My hands slipped into his hair again as he tenderly nuzzled my belly and then moved lower. Luckily my vagina took over and I forgot all about those pesky feelings. I choked back a moan when he spread me open with his thumbs. Then his mouth was there and pleasure consumed me.
“Oh god,” I whimpered and then screamed it several times. He kissed my quivering inner thighs and then straightened. I sat up and impatiently pushed down his pants and underwear with eager hands. I stroked his hardness, once, twice. His head fell back, eyes closed, lost to pleasure. He looked so beautiful at that moment, it left me breathless.
“No more,” he finally growled and removed my enthusiastic hand. I leaned back onto my elbows and gazed at him as he watched what he was doing to me.
"Condom?" He asked me.
I studied him for a moment. The baby ship had sailed and I believed him when he said he hadn't been with anyone since me.
"I get tested but I've never..." He looked so vulnerable in that moment... I nodded in assent.
His color was high and the way he bit his lip and his eyes drifted closed in pleasure as he slid inside me made my heart give an uncomfortable lurch.
You’ve gone and fallen for him, idiot.
Try as I might, I could not ignore the way the sight of him taking pleasure in my body was affecting me.
“Nothing has ever felt this good, Pix. Nothing.” His low fervent whisper washed over me and I replied with a needy moan. I tried to let the vagina take over again but no. Now there was this uncomfortable mix of feelings and arousal and I felt like a piñata about to burst.
“This won’t last long if you keep doing that,” he gritted when I clenched my inner muscles, trying to focus on the pleasure and not my aching heart, so I did it again. He began to thrust into me with increasing urgency. He flung my legs over his arms and gripped my hips as he moved in a possessive rhythm. I grabbed the edge of the table holding on for dear life as the table legs scraped over the floor. He changed position and leaned over me, this angle had him rubbing me in all the right places. His hands planted beside my head supporting his weight.
"Come for me Pix," he ordered in a husky voice.
I opened my eyes. The sight of him working over me sent me hurling over the edge and he followed me over, collapsing onto his forearms as he shuddered over me. I cupped the back of his head and kissed him, swallowing his groans of pleasure.
I resurfaced when I heard Tesla howling in the other room.
“You were worried about the Martian and it was poor Tesla that was traumatized,” I said and we both collapsed in laughter as Tesla continued to howl.
He raised his head after a few minutes and stared at me. The smile melted off his face, replaced by something so fierce, so deep... I had no name for it. No one had ever looked at me that way before.
“That was…” he began haltingly.
“A total breach of our agreement?” I said sourly, desperate to move to safer waters. My orgasmic high was fading and reality was creeping in.
“Can I breach it again?” he whispered in my ear as he hoisted me easily off the table and walked towards his bedroom.
“One time is a mistake. Twice would be intentional,” I said.
“Seeing as I’m still inside you,” he said as he followed me down onto the bed. “I think this still counts as one time.”
"It certainly does not!"
My eyes widened as I felt him grow hard inside me.
“Again?” I panted.
“Woman, it has been months. Months!” He grumbled indignantly.
“Poor baby,” I crooned sarcastically and remembered to kiss the spot below his ear that made him shiver. He groaned and I forgot my own name when he angled his hips and thrust hard into me. It felt so amazing, my vision wavered and a loud moan was torn right out of me.
“There it is!” he said triumphantly.
“What?” I managed to mumble.
“Your sweet spot,” he flashed me a stunning, pleased smile.
“Shut up! You’re so annoying. Do that again,” I demanded breathlessly.
“Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight, Pix,” he rasped against my lips. “I’m just getting warmed up.”
********
“I think we broke them,” I whispered to Ozgur out of the side of my mouth. Our friends were gaping at us with expressions ranging from amusement to disbelief.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have ended with jazz hands,” he whispered back. I went back to eating my pizza. The morning sickness was almost completely gone and now I was just ravenous all the time. Not to mention horny.
“Apparently, it’s what I do now when I'm breaking news to people,” I said between bites, studiously ignoring the questioning stares coming from the other side of the table.
We decided to break the news to our closest friends all at once and let them in on the big secret. We gathered out on the patio of La Gabbia and in simple terms, I told everyone about the possible marriage of convenience and shocked them speechless. Deniz broke the silence first.
“So let me get this straight,” she said and I grimaced because this was her lawyer voice.
“You’re going to get fake married so as to not upset your parents. Once the baby is born you will what? Get fake divorced? Won’t a divorce upset them as much or more than your becoming an unwed mother?”
I peeked at Özgür who was completely unbothered and seemingly enthralled with running his fingers through my ponytail.
“Um, well...yes,” I said lamely. She made some good points and I was never more aware of the corner I’d painted myself into. I finished my pizza slice and eyeballed Özgür's uneaten portion. He noticed me making heart eyes at his plate and picked all the olives out of his slice since he knew I hated them.
“Here you can have my salad,” I murmured and began to pick out all the cherry tomatoes because he disliked them. I looked up to find that we had a very fascinated audience.
“This is all very obviously fake,” Cansu said mockingly. Özgür, oblivious to the undercurrents, picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles when I passed him the salad plate. Cansu smiled knowingly over the rim of her wine glass.
“I don’t think you had a very hard time convincing them that you’re bound for the altar. If I didn't know any better I’d think you’d been married for years,” Ozan said, biting back a smile.
Emre, seemingly over his shock, whooped loudly and started to plan the bachelor party. Cansu joined in with ideas for a bridal shower.
“Wait! What part of fake didn’t you all understand?” I broke in. They all laughed uproariously and went back to their harebrained planning.
“Was I not clear enough?” I asked Özgür, perplexed.
He shrugged. “They are drunk,” he said offhandedly.
I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned slightly and saw the salty hostess as she quickly slipped back inside the restaurant. I frowned after her but was diverted by the increasingly heated looks Özgür was throwing my way.
“Let’s go home. I’m ready for bed,” he said casually punctuating his words with a huge fake yawn.
“You'll be going to bed by yourself, mister,” I said severely. I had to stay strong and go back to our roommate agreement. I needed to work on rebuilding my armor and smashing these inconvenient feelings.
He gazed at me with big, wide innocent eyes and said in a mild tone, “Of course.”
*******
"What are you doing?" I asked groggily when I resurfaced from the sex coma he had put me in.
"Watching you sleep," he said with a grin.
"I don't know if that's adorable or creepy, " I said when he moved on top of me.
"I wouldn't have to if you didn't immediately roll over and fall asleep," he griped.
"Leave it to me to find the only man in the world that likes to cuddle after sex."
I clutched him closer with my arms and my legs.
“Why am I like this, Özgür?” I wailed into his neck after a few minutes of cuddling.
“Like what? Beautiful? Sexy as fuck? Narcoleptic?” Murmured the dimpled spawn of satan atop me.
“So weak! All you have to do is flash a dimple and I'm letting you screw me into the bed until I see God."
"Don't forget the wall, the table, the couch... But in your defense, I'm pretty irresistible." he buried his grinning face in my hair.
“Oh, hush. I have no self-control. It's the bane of my existence. It is what has brought me to this lowly end,” I finished dramatically. He moved to my side and yanked me closer, pulling the sheet over our heads.
“What lowly end? The one where you are in bed with the man who puts you in touch with the divine? That lowly end? Why's that so bad?” He whispered, punctuating it with a kiss on my nose.
“I’m serious, my lack of self-control led me to flounce spectacularly out of my amazing job because my dirtbag boyfriend was cheating with his secretary and apparently everyone there knew it and no one bothered to tell me. That led me to the park where I yelled at a stranger in public which led to a week-long sex-fest which led to me being knocked up which led to…”
“Which led to both of us having the best sex of our lives,” he finished triumphantly. He looked so pleased with himself. It was adorable.
I couldn’t help but kiss him deeply until I felt him growing thick against my stomach again.
“It’s not lack of self-control, it’s honesty,” he said after a few heated minutes, leaning his forehead against mine. “You live life openly and honestly. It is one of my favorite things about you, Pix. You do what you please and say what you want with zero fucks given. Do you know how refreshing that is?” He said, slaying me with his words.
Those were the things I had always considered my greatest faults. He saw me exactly as I was and the crazy man seemed to appreciate all of me. The good, the bad, and the crazy. Being seen so clearly and not found lacking was a heady thing. I opened my mouth and almost said something that had been growing recklessly since the moment he first dazzled me witless with his smile. But I swallowed it all back. He was wrong. I wasn’t always honest. Not where it counted the most, with myself.
But I’d think about it tomorrow. Right now I needed an outlet for the storm of emotion brewing inside me. I cupped his face and kissed his lips with all the force of what I wasn’t allowing myself to say or feel.
And I went sliding heedlessly down the slippery slope of attraction and affection into something so deep. Something so strong. Something so powerful, it shook me to my core.
This was bad, I thought to myself. This was really bad.
*********
A few days later, I chatted with Ozan as I waited for Özgür to close so we could go home. Heat skittered down my spine in anticipation. The terrible day at work fetching coffee for ungrateful co-workers was completely forgotten.
“So we are planning to expand to these five cities,” Ozan said, pointing to a list of potential candidates.
“Özgür mentioned it but I had no idea it was on such a large scale,” I said, impressed. Özgür had spoken of his plans to expand to other cities during one of our post-coital talks. The same talk where he had offered me a job and I declined it vociferously.
I sighed inwardly. The roommate agreement had definitely gone out the window. We were now… I wasn’t sure what we were... friends with benefits? Boinking roommates?
Özgür was standing at the bar conversing with a potential investor. But his eyes kept straying to the table where I was sitting with Ozan. I half-listened to what Ozan was telling me. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. The penis sorcery was stronger than it had ever been. I blamed this entirely on the runaway pregnancy hormones and not on these… problematic feelings. I tore my eyes away from him and squirmed uncomfortably in my seat. I could not, would not fall for the father of my martian. It would be the height of foolishness and headed for certain heartbreak.
It’s too late…
Oh god, it was too late. I was halfway in love with him already.
Halfway?
Oh, shut it.
While I was busy catastrophizing, Özgür had walked up to our table. He leaned down and kissed me ardently right on the lips in front of everyone and their mama.
"Whaaa," I babbled incoherently when he lifted his mouth from mine. I cleared my throat and tried to form words.
"What are you doing? I uttered when I regained the power of speech.
"Kissing my fiancee," he said lightly and winked at me. He pulled up the chair next to me and swung his arm around my shoulders. I proceeded to melt into a human puddle.
“There is no one to convince here. Ozan already knows,” I managed to mumble.
“You can never be too sure. What if someone that knows my mom sees us? I told her by the way.”
I glanced at Ozan who was watching us with a goofy smile on his face.
“What did she say?”
“I’m under strict rules to bring you home posthaste. My sister is already addressing the wedding invitations, I'm sure.”
“That is not a good idea,” I said. The thought of him bringing me home to meet his family made me anxious. Would his mother believe her demi god-like son fell for a mere mortal like me? I was no troll but I was keenly aware I was nowhere near his league.
“Maybe she should come here. Going there means acting all couple-y twenty-four seven.”
Özgür remained quiet but I had the weird feeling he was hurt by my intransigence.
Ozan chuckled to himself and walked away shaking his head.
“My mother never leaves the house so that’s out of the question,” he said.
“Never?” I asked, surprised.
He shook his head but didn’t elaborate.
“Would she even believe us? I look nothing like your other women,” I said in reply to his perplexing silence. I was thinking of the woman at the park and the one that came to the door. Both were leggy and big-bosomed. I was trying not to sound like a jealous cow and failing miserably.
“She wouldn’t know what ‘my other women’ look like since I have never brought any of them home to meet her,” he said, sounding irritated now.
“This is going to blow up in our faces. I just know it,” I fretted.
At that moment, Cansu strolled in and sat in front of us. Özgür greeted her and stood up.
“Let me finish up a few things and we'll go home,” he said and kissed the top of my head before walking away.
I watched him stride away and sighed like a love-struck fool.
“You have it bad,” Cansu said after a waiter brought over a glass of wine.
I bit my lip. “Is it obvious?”
“To anyone with eyeballs,” she said, smiling.
I groaned piteously. “It’s the hormones,” I said, trying to convince myself more than her.
“Deniz thinks he’s in love with you,” she said.
I shook my head. “He cares for me, I think. He’s responsible, I know that now. And he sees me and the martian as his responsibility.”
“If you say so,” she said doubtfully. “And stop calling the baby a martian. You’re going to give it a complex.”
“Look at him, Cansu! Just look at him” I burst out. She turned and glanced over her shoulder at Özgür who was looking resplendent in a button-down shirt and jeans that molded perfectly to his butt.
“Getting a man like him is not the problem. Keeping him would be the problem,” I said darkly.
“He’s a fine specimen,” she said appreciatively and I scowled at her when she turned back to face me. She laughed and covered my hand with hers.
“Ezgi, sweetie, you have him wrapped around your finger. Maybe you should just lay your cards on the table. Be honest with him. Maybe he’s waiting for a sign from you.”
She must have seen the sheer terror on my face at the thought of being the first to lay my heart open. Making myself vulnerable again, especially to a man like him made me shudder. He had the power to crush me like a bug. I'd never recover. Cansu noticed my growing agitation and made a soothing noise.
“Or maybe just relax, enjoy having a gorgeous man worshipping you, and see where this goes.”
“Heartbreak City,” I said dejectedly. “That’s where this will go.”
She rolled her eyes at me and sipped her wine. "The Dirtbag really did a number on you," she muttered. “What’s with the hostess? She keeps shooting daggers at the back of your head,” she asked me suddenly, looking over my shoulder.
“She is horny for Özgür. That’s my guess," I said with a grimace.
Cansu narrowed her eyes. “Well, horny hostess can go kick rocks with an open-toed shoe.”
At that moment, a commotion at the entrance drew our attention.
Mouth agape, we watched a man I’d never seen before throwing a punch at Özgür and miss.
“What the hell?!” I lunged out of my chair and ran right into the fray.
“Hey! Violence is not the answer,” I announced idiotically. The man took advantage of Özgür's momentary distraction at my appearance to swing at him again and this time he didn’t miss. My temper sparked and without hesitation, I pulled my fist back and punched that asshole right in the nose.
“You broke my nose!” He cried out in disbelief.
“I’ll kick your balls right into your throat, jerkwad. See if I don’t!”
"Come on, scrappy," Ozgur chuckled and plucked me up off my feet as a security guard was dragging the man out of the door.
“Let me at him,” I hissed angrily, struggling in his firm grasp.
“I would love to but if he laid a finger on you I would have to kill him. I don’t want you and the martian to have to visit me in prison,” he said drily.
“You must be the slut of the moment,” the man bleated foolishly on his way out, holding his bleeding nose.
“Goddamn it, Tolga," Özgür sighed. "Take her,” he said calmly to Ozan, who quickly dragged me out of the line of fire and took me to Cansu’s side. I cradled my now tingling hand and watched with intense pleasure as Özgür knocked the asshole into the ground until Ozan and Emre pulled him off him and hauled the man out of the restaurant.
Özgür rushed towards me and inspected me from head to toe.
"I'm fine."
“Bring me some ice,” Özgür barked at a hovering waiter.
“You're okay?'' He asked me, clasping me against his chest. I nodded and pulled back to examine his face. He held my swelling hand, examined it, frowning deeply at the damage, and then kissed it gently.
"Where did you learn to throw a punch like that?" He said, laughter in his voice.
"I took self-defense classes," I mumbled. "Who was that walking bag of dicks?” I asked him, still trembling with outrage.
Özgür sighed deeply.
“That bag of dicks is my brother.”
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*note*
As you all know by now, updates will be erratic because time is not my friend. But as always I promise to update when I am able. I love and appreciate all of your votes and comments. They really make my day. I hope you stick around to see Pixie and Bigfoot and their Martian stumble their way to happily ever after. XOXO