Forgotten Love: A BWWM Pregnancy Billionaire Love Story (10 page)

“
Frannie?
Meet Miguel; he’s our cook. You and he get along very well.
Like a house on fire,” he said as if he was speaking to a kid.
Miguel stepped forward and held both hands out to her.

“
Ms.
Hilton, I am sorry for your troubles,” he said taking both
hands into his and kissing first one then the other.

“
Oh,”
Frances said unable to process or even think of a single thing to
say.

He put
her hands down in her lap, bowed to her and disappeared back into the
kitchen. Frances watched him go with her mouth open.

“
Okay.
So I’ve been skulking all day for no reason?” she asked.
Allen laughed.

“
I
guess you have. Did you want anything else from the kitchen?”

“
Well…I
could eat,” she said with a twist of her lips.

“
Miguel!”
Allen called making Frances wince; so rude.

The cook
came back round the corner, “Yes, Mr. Allen.”

“
Frances
would like some food,” Allen said.

“
Ah,
I have some nice carrots and tomatoes, maybe some cheese? I could
make a nice salad,” he suggested.

“
Okay,
that sounds good but could I have something with that, maybe some
French fries? A hot dog…?”

Allen
laughed, “Shall I order some pizza instead; sounds like you
want some serious junk food.”

“
Pizza
sounds good,” Frances brightened then she turned to face
Miguel. “Not that I don’t appreciate the salad; I’ll
eat that too,” she pacified.

Miguel
smiled, “How about I bring the salad and
then
make you a pizza?”

Frances
bowed to him, “You are a man among men Miguel.”

*****

Frances
seemed to see saw between hunger and nausea. One seemed to always
precipitate the other; it was a never ending circle of misery. She
was surprised at how patient Allen was with her. He began going to
work in the morning only, spending his afternoons with her. She’d
canceled her speaking engagements because she wasn’t confident
about being able to pull that off. But she figured she could do book
signings; she could still sign her name after all and at least she
was sure of what it was. She was having a hard time accepting that
she was a published author popular enough to
have
these problems;
either way, she was grateful.

When
they came home from these functions, Allen would rub her feet and
baby her and make her feel like a princess and when they went to bed,
he said ‘goodnight’ and turned his back on her, dropping
off to sleep with apparently no problem. Frances was having trouble
sleeping though. All the attention, the massages, the flirting, the
eye contact; it got her all heated up and she was all primed up with
nowhere to go. She wondered if it was pregnancy hormones making her
so horny or was it just Allen? She didn’t feel like she could
talk to him about it because for all she knew, he was feeling
absolutely nothing about this whole messed up situation. Sure he was
attentive and loving…but maybe it was because he felt he owed
her rather than any interest he had in jumping her bones. I mean,
what kind of guy had this much self-control? They slept in the same
bed every night and he didn’t so much as cop a feel. It was
humiliating.

She
turned around to face him, tracing the length of his broad back with
her eyes. Her hand trailed downward, past her stomach to caress the
downy hair that covered her center. Tiny tendrils of sensation
suffused her stomach with warmth as a finger moved downward and
inward, seeking the wetness of her entrance. She was leaking like a
faulty faucet and it was all Allen’s fault. He lay in front of
her, back moving slowly as he breathed in and out; he was already
asleep? Her finger pressed harder, going in deeper, finding that
sensitive nub and rubbing it gently as she closed her eyes and
imagined it was Allen’s finger seeking inside of her. Pretty
soon, a finger began to feel inadequate and she added a second one,
imagining it was Allen getting on top of her, penis hard and ready
and pressing into her with lust and desire, whispering her name into
her ear as he bit into her neck. His breath exhaling in relief,
completion and desire as he drove himself home at last. Then he would
withdraw and thrust again, seeking the sensitive places inside her,
making electrical impulses shoot every which way; her back would arch
just the way it wanted to do now; but she couldn’t because she
might wake him. Instead, she spread her legs wider, controlling her
breathing with difficulty as she felt that balloon of feeling build
inside her; she wanted it to be him so bad she almost reached out her
hand to touch his back, to ask for this one thing; it didn’t
have to mean anything. This was basic, feral need; she needed a dick
inside of her and he had one. She felt the release come at the
thought and she couldn’t resist jerking a bit as her eyesight
dimmed for a minute, hand weakening with the aftershocks. She slumped
back on the pillow and watched Allen’s back, caressing him with
her eyes before they closed and she slept.

*****

‘
Did
she just fucking masturbate right in front of me?’

Allen
wasn’t
asleep; in fact he was very awake, very hard and in pain. He’d
been persuading himself to drift off, had almost managed it in fact
when he felt it; her breathing had changed; become more harsh. She
was moving very subtly on the bed but he didn’t mistake those
sounds, however quiet she tried to be…How many times had they
made love over the years? A hundred? A hundred thousand? He knew how
she sounded when she was aroused; he knew her sex sounds. And she was
definitely making them right now. His body was conditioned to respond
to those sounds, the smell emanating from her; a subtle musk that
awakened the Casanova in him, made him come out to play. Now, here he
was, all dolled up with nowhere to go. He’d been trying so hard
to give her space, make her comfortable, be the grown up for once…and
this is how she repaid him? With teasing reminders of what he knew
they had and she apparently didn’t? Allen heard her breathing
even out and a tiny snore issued from her nose. So he knew she was
asleep when he reached down and began to tug himself. It hurt a bit
so he looked on the counter to see if there was any lotion nearby. It
would be too much of a give away to walk to the bathroom right now
and Frances was a light sleeper.

He
shoved his pajamas aside making room for his hand, moaning very
quietly as it caught on his hard on. He imagined Frances’s hand
pulling them down, her soft hands brushing across his erection. It
all made him want to moan and buck his hips wildly for more. But he
couldn’t because then she would hear and truly understand the
extent of his sickness.

“
That’s
my Allen so hot and all for me.”
Allen
closed his eyes as he imagined Frances’s face, her lips all
moist and plump for the taking. He leaned back on the sheets and
grasped his hard on, softly stroking himself from base to
head.
“Oooh
you like that Allen? Like my hand on your dick?”
imaginary Frances said in his head.
“Ye-sss….God,
yeeeeessss”
He
whispered soundlessly as he played with the slit, smearing pre-come
on and around the head paying extra attention to the thready vein
that was pulsing hard and fast. Allen stuttered and removed his right
hand from his dick and placed his fingers in his mouth lubricating
them as much as he could.
“Such
a good boy Allen. Suck it…..oh yeah.”
Allen
blew out a breath and started moving his left hand again. Roughly
pulling and twisting his dick, making it harder, he imagined Frances
paying special attention to his erection, making sure he was so hard
he was begging for more.
“That’s
it…get all hard for me. I want to see your dick filling with
blood all just for me. All mine Allen all mine…”
Allen
closed his eyes, imagining Frances’s fingers slowly working
him, getting him ready to fuck her brains out.
“Fu-cck…”
Allen stuttered wincing as both fingers got to work on his sore dick.
His left hand now erratically setting it’s own pace making his
eyes cloud over with lust and want.
“That’s
it, fuck my fingers Allen. I want to see you go crazy for me baby
boy,”
she’d
say or whatever nonsense words, he wasn’t paying
attention.
Allen
slowly started to pull on and off his two fingers imagining Frances’s
fingers there and feeling how soft they were. Enjoying how her soft
fingers caught on his skin and rubbed some. Closing his eyes, Allen
tried to picture what Frances would look like. How her green eyes
would darken with desired want…how her dusky, moist lips would
catch in the light, making them shine.
Her breath would ghost
Allen’s mouth as she reached in for a kiss, using her fingers
to caress him harder and faster, hitting Allen’s sweet spot.
Allen jerked in surprise as his fingers rubbed over his sensitive
tip.
“Frances…..” Allen moaned in wonder,
his hand stopping for a brief moment to let his fingers do all the
work.
“Alright
Allen are you ready to fuck me? Fuck I know you’re dying for
it. Want to fill me so full and so deep,”
imaginary
Frances said.
Allen’s
dick was pulsing with need and want. Telling him he wouldn’t be
able to hang on much longer. He imagined he was penetrating Frances,
how she would start grinding slow against him but then increase her
pace. He could see Frances all sweaty and beautiful, her muscles
bunching and rippling when he slammed into her.
“Fuuccck
Frances! So good and tight”
he knew she was.
Allen’s
eyes widened, and his breath came out in shallow pants. He gripped
his now fully hard cock and started twisting again keeping his hips
still even as they wanted to jerk, his breath burning his throat. He
hurried his pace rubbing faster and faster. He bit his lip almost
bloody, trying to hold in the moans that wanted to escape.
“Come
for me Allen. Let go, I want to see you come for me,”
imaginary
her said all sultry and hot.
With
a whimper of Frances’s name, Allen came hard and fast. It
splattered his hand and on his stomach. He milked himself through the
aftershocks, his hand paying special attention to the meaty head.
Fuck he would be feeling that for awhile.

*****

“
Good
morning,” Frances said as she padded miserably into the kitchen
after throwing up, “How did you sleep?”

“
Good.
You?” Allen replied drinking his coffee, eyes on the newspaper
in his hands.

“
Great,”
she said inspecting the table. There was a variety of things to
choose from; toast, eggs, bacon, cheese, fruit, cereal…it was
a veritable buffet. For some reason though, Frances stomach was still
clenched tight after all the throwing up and she didn’t think
she could keep much down. So she opted for some cornflakes with cold
milk, and a hot cup of coffee. Allen studied her over his newspaper,
looking worried.

“
You
okay?” he asked.

“
I’m
fine. Just still a bit queasy is all,” she replied spooning her
cereal.

“
Okay
well…have you taken your pills?” he asked feeling
helpless.

Frances
shrugged. “I don’t really need them. I’m fine. I
just…let me get this cereal down to notify my stomach that
everything is hunky dory and then I’m sure it’ll allow me
to eat all the good stuff.”

Allen
forced a smile at that and went back to his fruit, eating slowly as
he pretended not to watch her.

“
So
Kareem’s coming today,” he said by way of a conversation
opener.

“
Yeah,
I’m meeting him at the airport later,” Frances said.

“
You
excited?” he asked wincing internally at the forced
conversation. Sometimes he just didn’t know what to say to her.

“
Well
I feel anticipation,” Frances said introspectively. “But
I’m basically half afraid because my head doesn’t
remember knowing this person but my book says we’re really
tight. I don’t know how I should behave. It's kind of like when
I came home from the hospital…but less intense of course.”

Allen
put his paper down. “I had no idea you were so stressed at the
time,” he said leaning forward in his concern.

“
I
wasn’t…exactly. It was more like, a lot of questions
going around in my head about how I should behave, relate to you…that
sort of thing.”