Marc and I spend so much time together, yet I feel like he keeps me at arm's length. I have no idea his feelings for me because he won’t talk about them. If I bring it up, he ends up fucking me half to death. I love it, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t know how permanent we are. Do we have a future? I don’t talk to Sable about it because she will just get mad at him. I’m not trying to cause problems. I just want to know. I need to know, considering I’m two weeks late and we are the world's most irresponsible people and have never once tried to prevent pregnancy. Surely, he’s thought about it, but I didn’t. I assumed that he would speak up if it was a risk. If I’m pregnant, I don’t know what I’ll do. It would probably be best if I went off on my own and raised the baby. He has a kid. There is no way he wants another. Not with me at least.
“Hey,” I say as I walk into Marc’s office.
“Hey,” he smiles. “You done for the day?”
“I am. I assume you are not?” I ask.
“No,” he sighs and sits back to run his hands down his face. “On this damn conference call. I’ll be another hour or so.”
“Boring?”
“So boring,” he chuckles.
“Can I help make it not boring?” I ask as I set my stuff in a chair in front of his desk.
“Raven,” he says with a smirk when I walk around his desk.
“What?” I ask innocently. He groans when I bring myself to my knees in front of him and start to unbuckle his belt.
“Little girl, you’re going to be the death of me,” he says as I pull his cock free. I lick my lips and smile when I see that he is already hard and ready for me.
“Shhh. Just enjoy your conference call,” I say as I slowly lick from the base to the tip. I then wrap my lips around just the tip and suck as I gently graze my tongue over the backside of the head.
“Fuck,” he groans and lays his head back. I can hear the call on his desk phone and when they say his name for a response, I immediately take him down my throat and suck hard. I look up and see his eyes roll back some as he tries to speak.
“Uh… y-yeah. I have those quality reports here in my email. I plan on going through them a t-tonight,” he says with a strained voice. He mutes the phone and I start bobbing and sucking, hollowing my cheeks. Every time he gets close, I stop for a few seconds.
“I swear to God, Ravy,” he growls under his breath when I deny him again. I giggle and start sucking again. This time I cup his balls and squeeze him just the way he likes. He is close and when I hear someone talk to him again, I squeeze a little more and quicken my pace right as he takes the phone off mute.
“So what do you think we need to do to fix that, sir?” the man asks.
“Fuck,” Marc groans and lifts his hips. I act like I’m going to stop and he immediately grabs my head and starts fucking my throat.
“I’m sorry, sir. Can you repeat that?”
“Uh… give me some time to think it over and I…. God… and I can give you a few options to choose from,” Marc says. He mutes the phone back and I stifle my giggles as he relentlessly thrusts into my mouth. I hum and the vibrations send him over the edge. “Fuck, Raven. Oh God, I love the way you suck my cock. Fuck, drink your master.” He starts to come, and I keep sucking as he fucks my throat, forcing me to swallow every drop.
“Mmmm. That was fun,” I say when he pulls out of my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re in so much trouble when I come over tonight,” he says as he grabs me and kisses me hard before I stand.
“It’s worth it,” I shrug. “I’ll see you later.” I kiss him again, only softer.
“Drive safe, please,” he says.
“Always,” I smile, pick up my stuff, and leave his office as he is talking again on the call.
I make my way to my car and fight traffic to get to my apartment. I bought a test a few days ago but I haven’t had the guts to take it yet. I don’t know what I’ll do if it’s positive. Will he be mad? He can’t be since he never wore a condom. I can’t be surprised because I never did anything to prevent it either.
I have three different kinds. A digital one, one with regular lines that are like a stick, and one that uses a dropper. I pee in a disposable paper cup before washing my hands and setting up the tests. I am pacing in the bathroom, trying not to panic. It’s just three minutes, then I will know. That’s not too long to wait. I just need to be patient and keep my thoughts from spiraling.
The timer goes off and I jump, startling me out of my thoughts. “It’s okay, Raven. It will be okay,” I encourage myself.
I walk over to the counter and look at the tests.
Two lines on thefirst…
Two lines on the second…