Forgotten Love: A BWWM Pregnancy Billionaire Love Story (12 page)

“
You
do
have a university education you know,” Kareem pointed out.

“
I
know; but in my head I’m still a street rat,” she told
him with a twist of her lips and wry brow lift.

“
Aww
darling; you
are
still a street rat;
just a highly educated one,” Kareem teased.

Frances
punched him lightly on the arm, fixing him with a mock glare. “You
know, I see why you and I are friends.”

“
I’ll
take that as a compliment,” Kareem replied.

“
Mmm,”
Frances said swinging her head from side to side in a 50/50 gesture.
Kareem laughed and then it was his turn to hit her on the arm.

“
Come
on, lets go catch up on daytime soaps and I can teach you –
again
– how to put on make up,” Kareem said standing up to the
living room.

“
Speaking
of…are you like…becoming female now or…?”
Frances took the opening now that he’d provided it.

“
Still
taking hormones. I’m taking it really slow for my family’s
sake. They’re trying to be supportive but I get that it's hard
for them to let go of ‘Kareem’,” he said.

“
Mmm,”
Frances said non-committally since she had no idea what the correct
response was, “What will you call yourself when you change?”
she asked.

Kareem
smiled, “I don’t know; I’m thinking Aaliyah?”

Frances
smiled, “Cute.”

“
You
know it,” he said relaxing back on the sofa and clicking the
remote.

*****

Allen
left them to it all afternoon; he didn’t appear like he
normally did when Frances was home alone. She appreciated the space
but at the same time she wanted to see him; it was messed up. He came
back in the evening carrying take out.

“
Oh,
isn’t Miguel going to feel the slightest bit offended at you,
getting take out?” she asked.

Allen
waved a hand, “He’s fine. Tuck in, I got your favorite;
fried chicken.”

Frances
looked in the bag. The chicken looked good she had to admit, although
she couldn’t specifically remember it being her favorite food.
There were French fries in the bag as well, some cheeseburgers and
soda.

“
Wow.
I’m pretty sure this is considered food that’s not
suitable for health-loving Americans,” she said plucking out a
chicken leg.

“
Are
you a health-loving American?” he asked. Frances shrugged.

“
Apparently
not. Besides, I’m pregnant and this chicken is delicious.”

“
Let
me just get some plates for you,” Allen said hurrying to the
kitchen.

“
Thanks,”
Frances mumbled around the chicken in her mouth.

They
spent the rest of the evening re-watching Con Air simply because
Frances couldn’t remember seeing it but she remembered wanting
to. She enjoyed it immensely while Allen and Kareem enjoyed her
enjoyment. They stayed up late simply talking and reminiscing about
things, Kareem and Allen drinking beer while Frances stuck to milk.
The boys played off of each other, telling outlandish stories of
their time in college and making Frances laugh. It was the most
relaxed she’d been ever since she came home from hospital.

*****

Frances
decided to use the gym in the basement two days later; she had known
it was there because Allen occasionally came back from it; sweaty and
glistening, wiping his forehead and looking sexy as fuck. She’d
been meaning to go see what it looked like but had been feeling too
timid. Somehow having Kareem around made her more comfortable so she
decided to give it a try. She left Kareem and Allen at the breakfast
nook, companionably masticating their meals. She was still queasy
from her morning puking session so she wasn’t quite ready to
eat anyway.

*****

“
Hey,
just so you know; Frances is sexually attracted to you,” Kareem
said out of the blue.

Allen
looked up from his newspaper, “Say what?”

Kareem
gave him a look, “You heard me.”

Allen
stared at him. “If you’re trying to tell me something
just spit it out”, he said, squeezing the newspaper in his
fist.

“
I’m
just saying that it might be a good idea to pay sexual attention to
your wife,” Kareem replied sipping his coffee slowly.

Allen
continued to stab Kareem with his eyes. “She told you that?”
he asked leaning toward the other man lips pressed tight together.

Kareem
shrugged. “You could say that,” he said, eyes on the
beauty magazine he was reading.

“
Kareem,
I need you to be very clear about what you are saying,” Allen
said.

Kareem
sighed and went so far as to put down his magazine. “You need
to seduce your wife Allen, I don’t know how much more clear I
can be.”

Allen
continued to stare at him as if chock full of questions he couldn’t
ask.

“
Okay
then,” he said.

“
Good,”
Kareem replied with a nod, picking up his magazine and turning the
page.

Kareem
went upstate New York for a few days to visit with his cousins,
leaving Allen and Frances alone. The house seemed to echo with his
absence and they realized that they’d been using him as a
buffer to make it easier to be around each other. Now they were left
to fill in that gap with television and books.

Allen
slid into the seat next to Frances with a novel and started reading.
It was a romance he’d found on her nightstand which was set
just before the French Revolution, and it was… funny. The
characters were a lot like Allen and Frances really were with each
other. And. Well. Allen squinted at the page and shifted in his chair
reading in disbelief.

“
I'm
not your fucking bitch."

"Really?"
Julian’s voice is hushed, half-whispered. He grabs a handful of
Loretta’s hair and pulls her head back. He kisses her, tongue
pushing inside Loretta’s mouth and fucking her with it. Loretta
moans, and Julian bites at his bottom lip. "How about now?"

Allen
side eyed Frances, imagining her reading this shit. He couldn’t
imagine her agreeing to being manhandled the way Loretta apparently
was. It’s … bizarre that she’d be attracted to
reading about this kind of sex. Was it a kink she’d never told
him about? Like…
all
this time
? Allen
didn’t know what to make of it…except that maybe it was
a little bit hot.

Julian
has his other hand resting at Loretta’s waist, his thumb
rubbing her hipbone.

"I'm
not going to fuck you," Julian breathes into Loretta’s
neck, "not even going to touch you till you beg me to."

Maybe
more than a little.

"You're
an asshole," Loretta manages to get out, her voice strained and
she can feel herself dripping with readiness, desperate for Julian’s
hand, his mouth, anything.

"I
could leave you like this, just leave you on the edge and desperate
for anyone to touch you. But I wouldn't let them, Loretta. I'd mark
you so they knew who you belonged to."

Loretta
closes her eyes and she can visualize Julian sucking bruises into her
neck, scratching and biting and marking her everywhere and she chokes
out, "Please."

Allen
bit his lower lip, thinking he shouldn’t be getting hard
reading this—wondering for a second if Frances would actually
enjoy that. The author sure does sell it like Loretta did. And
Frances
was
reading this story. He cut a glance at Frances, who had abandoned the
laptop she’d been browsing on around the time Allen started
reading. She seemed oblivious, eyes glued to the TV screen.

Julian
fucks her through it, pushing Loretta down with one hand on the back
of her neck and pulling out just in time to come all over her ass and
back, marking her.

Allen
finished the story and closed the book, placing it prominently on the
table between them. His cock wasn’t getting any less insistent
about needing some attention. Fuck. He’s getting turned on by
fiction now.

“
So
you thought that was hot?” Allen asked, voice slightly hoarse.

Frances
shrugged not pretending to misunderstand but not looking away from
the TV either. “Yeah. Kind of.”

Yeah.
The ‘kind of’ that’s so much ‘yes’ that
Frances can’t even look at Allen right now. Allen considered
that for a few seconds, and then pushed up from the settee. He turned
to stand between Frances and the TV, so that Allen’s the only
thing Frances could see. Allen lifted his chin and squinted down at
her, fingers riding the curve of her skull, knuckles closing around
the strands of hair. “Really?”

“
I
mean…if you’re gonna do it, might as well…you
know,” Frances managed to make it sound casual, but Allen could
see the way her green eyes darkened almost to black, the slight flush
rising in her cheeks. Allen had had a couple of beers and he was
pretty sure he could roll with this. He’s read enough to
understand that it’s the domination, the surrender but most
importantly the trust. This might actually be fun. God knew it was
about time…

He
yanked Frances’s head backwards, forcing her to look up at him,
his tongue teasing the swell of her lower lip before he pushed
inside, rough, long, dirty licks at the inside of Frances’s
mouth. Frances started to reach for him but Allen caught both of her
hands around the wrists, and shoved her down against the settee,
falling on top of her. Frances’s was so soft and yielding and
ready, while Allen’s cock was an insistent throb between his
legs. He rocked his hips into Frances and devoured her mouth with
bruising kisses, tongue plunging deep. He put a hand on Frances’s
face, fingers digging into the soft skin above her jaw, thumb on her
chin, pulling her mouth open wider. He took his time, licking the
inside of her mouth, biting her lips until they’re dusky and
swollen, while she squirmed underneath him with each flick of Allen’s
tongue against the raw skin. When he was done there, he closed his
teeth around the muscle in her neck and bit down hard, his other hand
grabbing her hipbone and holding it against the cushions while Allen
rocked into her. She breathed out in guttural surprise, hips inching
up, meeting Allen’s, her hand closing on the back of his neck.
Allen pulled away, growling as he threw her hand back down against
the sofa. He rose up on his knees, giving her a level look before he
reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, peeling it up over her
head. He undid the button and zipper on her jeans next, sliding them
down past her hips while she watched him, leaning forward over her as
he eased her pants past her knees and kicked out of them. His body
hovered over hers like a promise, not quite touching her yet—and
then he sat back up on his knees, moving around on the settee until
he’s straddling her face, one knee on either side. He settled
back on his haunches against the cushions, back almost touching the
arm rest. She’s staring upside-down at him with glazed eyes,
understanding complicit. Her lips parted, eyes moving to focus on
Allen’s dick, tongue flashing out with a look of hunger. Allen
nudged at her mouth, the head of his cock brushing her lips, leaving
behind a smear of pre-come, wet and shiny across the swell. Frances
closed her eyes, tilted her head back and opened her mouth, her soft,
warm lips clinging around the head. God, Frances opening up for him
like that, a strained, eager sound hitting Allen like a shock, hot
breath ghosting against sensitive skin. Allen couldn’t help a
desperate hitch of his hips, shuddering as he sunk another inch into
her mouth. Frances’s lips tightened, tongue flickering to taste
the tip, the barest pull of suction—and that’s it. Allen
heaved forward with a grunt, falling, grabbing Frances’s head,
sliding across the sleekness of her tongue as he buried his cock in
deep wet, heat. Her mouth sealed around his dick all the way to the
base, sucking like a goddamned vacuum, throat working, tongue
wriggling. Allen yanked back, gasping out a breath at the pleasure of
the sensation and sunk deep again, felt her throat close around him,
velvety and tight. He rode her, slow at first, then thrusting with
his hips, slipping, sliding, cock hitting the back of her throat,
rubbing against every bit of slick softness clenched around him, the
sounds she was making vibrating through his dick and driving him
fucking crazy. Frances tilted her head back even further as Allen
sped up, hands locked around her head, driving deep and feeling her
moan, the sound humming through Allen’s whole body. Allen came
gripping bone so hard he felt like he was going to rip Frances’s
skin off, knowing there would be bruises tomorrow. The thought just
made him come even harder, Frances twisting her head underneath Allen
and sucking, swallowing, and the sensation smashed right through
Allen’s brain, erasing everything else.