Burning in the crossfire

In the living room, Vince and I sat on the couch watching the football movie he wanted to watch. He was focused, eyes glued to the screen. Occasionally, he muttered under his breath, reacting to plays or calling out a player’s name.

“Come on, make the pass!” he said quietly, leaning forward.

“You know they can’t hear you, right?” I asked as I chuckled.

“They should be able to,” he said without looking away. “That was wide open.”

“Maybe he thought the other guy had it covered.”

Vince shook his head. “No. That’s hesitation. Costs games.”

“You act like you’re the coach.”

“I’d be better than whoever told him to run that play.”

“It’s just a movie,” I said.

“It’s a football movie,” he corrected.

I smiled faintly and went back to watching him more than the screen.

With about ten minutes left in the movie, I got off the couch to grab the bedding off my bed. I bundled the bedding in my arms, walked into the hall, and threw the entire bundle of bedding down the stairs.

I went into the linen closet located in my bathroom, grabbed fresh bedding, and carried it back to my room. I made my bed. I then headed downstairs and put the bedding into the washer. I also added the washcloth used from aftercare from sex with Vince earlier to the machine and started it.

When I got back to the living room, Vince was asleep. The credits were playing. I sat beside him on the couch and pulled part of the blanket over my lap. I thought about telling him the secret that both Jerry and Twix knew.

Vince stirred and woke up.

“Did I miss the end?” he asked, voice low.

“You passed out during the credits,” I said. “Guess I kept you up past your bedtime.”

He laughed softly. “You really did.”

“We should go upstairs to go to bed,” he said.

“You go ahead,” I told him. “I’m going to grab some water for us before coming up.”

He nodded and went upstairs.

I went to the kitchen, filled two glasses with cold water, and carried them upstairs. Vince was naked and just getting into bed.

I set his water glass on the nightstand on his side of the bed, then walked over to mine and placed my glass down. I took my shirt off and slid into the cool sheets next to Vince.

He wrapped one arm around me and pulled me close to his chest.

“I have an appointment fairly early in the morning,” I said. “Either Jerry or Twix will take me.”

Vince pulled back and rolled me onto my back so we could face each other.

“Why would one of them take you?”

“It’s my appointment,” I said. “And I already asked them both to see if one of them were available to take me.”

“Oh,” he said, and kissed me.

As we kissed, his hands found my tits and squeezed them gently. I moaned. God, they were so tender but I didn’t say a word.

I shifted beneath him, spread my legs, inviting him to sex with me.

He pushed his hard dick into me, moving slowly at first.

“Vince, don’t stop,” I whispered.

“I won’t,” he said against my ear.

The rhythm deepened, his pace quickening.

“Please… keep going,” I breathed.

“Oh, I will,” he said, voice tight. “God, you feel amazing…”

Each movement sent another rush through me, my body trembling as I clung to him. I couldn’t stop climaxing. When he finally slowed, climaxed, and came in me, he eased down beside me, resting his head on my tits. His mouth brushed over my skin, warm and slow, lips teasing, before he nuzzled my nipples, then sucked and bit them gently. I moaned louder.

He paused, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

I nodded, heart pounding.

He cupped my tits and squeezed them as he spoke, voice low and rough. “I can feel it. Your body’s already changing.”

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“Who’s the father?” he asked softly, breath teasing my skin.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Between you, Vic, Randy, and Dom, I am not sure who the father is.”

Vince’s expression darkened, pain flashing across his eyes. He tightened his hold on me. “And the appointment? That’s to terminate the pregnancy?”

I nodded again, swallowing hard.

He ran a hand through my hair, voice thick. “I wish you’d talked to me first but I’m here now. Whatever you decide, I’m with you.”

“Thank you,” I whispered. “I appreciate you being here.”

“Jerry and Twix… they found out already?” he asked.

I nodded. “I thought I had a bad stomach bug at first, so when I was feeling better a few days later, I headed to Twix and his wife’s house for dinner. Jerry and his wife were already there. The second I smelled dinner—steak and potatoes—Twix’s wife knew the second I ran into the bathroom.”

Vince’s brow furrowed, his thumb brushing over my nipple. “She noticed immediately?”

“She knocked, asked if I was okay, and there was that look. Later she found me in the kitchen and asked how far along I was. I told her without thinking. She promised she wouldn’t tell, but Twix knew before I left.”

“And Jerry?” he asked.

“That was the next day. He stopped by, and I was still queasy. He said I had that ‘pregnant glow,’ which is a nicer way of saying I looked flushed and exhausted.”

Vince let out a slow breath, the weight of it settling in the room between us. He pressed his forehead to mine for a moment, quiet.

“I’m with you,” he said. “Whatever you decide.”

“Thank you,” I said again, voice small but steady.

He wrapped me tightly into his arms and pulled me tight to his chest, his fingers strumming and squeezing my sensitive nipples. I could feel his hard dick press against my back so I lifted my leg to subtly tell him that I wanted him again.

“You want me again, don’t you?” Vince asked softly.

“Yes,” I said.

Vince pulled away from me, grabbed his fat dick, lined up, and pushed his dick into my sore pussy. I moaned in pleasure.

He thrust in and out of me, squeezing and massaging my big tits, driving me crazy with each movement. We moved through multiple positions — me on my back with him on top, then him flipping me over onto my stomach. When he had me in doggy style, my sensitive tits swayed with every thrust, aching deliciously from the constant movement and his rough hands playing with them. I gasped and moaned uncontrollably as he hammered into me.

“Fuck, you feel so good like this,” Vince groaned, his voice rough.

I clung to the bed frame, biting my lip, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. We came multiple times — bodies trembling and slick with sweat — the air thick with our moans and cries of pleasure.

After we collapsed together, spent and breathless, Vince curled me into his side. We fell asleep. Twenty minutes before my alarm went off, Vince rolled me onto my back, spread my legs, shoved his dick in my now swollen pussy, and rode me until we climaxed again, multiple times. His hands never left my tits — squeezing, pinching, flicking my nipples mercilessly. I screamed and moaned, lost in the endless pleasure.

When we finally pulled apart, we headed to the shower, the hot water pouring over us as we washed away the night.

Vince pressed me against the tile wall, hands sliding down to my ass. He slid a thick finger inside slowly, making me gasp. When I was ready, he pushed his fat dick into my tight ass, the warmth and tightness overwhelming. His hands kept playing with my tits, squeezing and pinching them hard with every thrust. My tits bounced and ached deliciously, making me moan louder as he pounded into me relentlessly.

“Fuck, you’re mine,” he growled.

His hips moved like pistons as he thrust in and out of my ass.

Afterward, we stepped out, dried off, got dressed, and sat down to drink coffee, the quiet comfort of the morning wrapping around us.

Just then, Twix swung by to pick me up for the appointment.

Vince kissed me fiercely, then pinched both of my nipples hard, making me gasp.

“Be careful,” he whispered.

I nodded, took a deep breath, and slipped out the door with Twix.