Stanton Bliss: Stanton (16 page)

He walks to the door and peers in. He’s wet, covered in perspiration in his riding gear, and he looks edible.

“Hello, my beautiful Presh.”

I smile. “Do you like it?” I hold my hand out at the bedspread I have just put in the cot.

He smiles warmly. “I do.”

“How was your ride?”

He takes me in his arms and kisses me tenderly. “My first ride was ok.”

“Just ok?” I whisper as his lips drop to my neck.

“My second ride will be much better.” His hands roam lovingly across my stomach.

“Are you insinuating I’m a horse?” I ask in mock horror.

“No, I’m insinuating I need you naked in my bed.”

“You’re a sex maniac. You do know that, right?”

He smiles and bends to kiss my stomach. “How could I not be when you look like this?”

He smiles up at me as he kisses me while on his knees, and I rub my hand over the back of his head.

“How do I look?”

“You’re curvy and round and constantly fucking wet for me. I could come just by looking at you at the moment. Never have I been so visually aroused in my life as I am now.”

His lips take my nipple in his mouth through my flannelette pyjamas.

“I’m only going to be pregnant for four more weeks, Joshua.” I smile as my eyes close in pleasure.

“I might keep you permanently pregnant.”

I giggle and he stands to lead me into our bedroom where he lays me down on the bed and props me up on pillows before he takes my pyjamas off me. He spreads my legs open.

He takes my hand and kisses it and then puts my two fingers in his mouth and sucks on them as he takes my hand and puts it between my legs. “Warm yourself up for me while I shower.”

His eyes darken as he pushes my two fingers into my body and back out slowly. My eyes close. God, he’s so fucking hot.

“Deeper,” he whispers. “I want to see it faster.”

I start to pick up the pace and I feel myself moisten as I slide in easily.

“Oh, fuck, yeah.” He groans.

My eyes drop to the large erection I can see through those jodhpurs and he rearranges himself.

“Shower,” I murmur.

He frowns as his eyes stay fixed on my disappearing fingers.

“Does that feel good?” he whispers.

“Not as good as your cock’s going to feel. Hurry up.”

He hisses in approval and jumps from the bed and I hear the shower turn on. One minute later I hear it turn off and I smile. He walks back into the room as he dries himself, then drops to his knees at the side of the bed.

“I need me some clarity, baby.”

Hmm, my eyes close as his mouth takes me with slow gentle adoring licks. He can’t get enough of the taste of me, of the feel of me and I can’t get close enough to him. I need him wrapped around me, inside of me.

“I need you,” I whisper.

“Not yet. I need this.” His tongue starts to lick me long and hard and my hand instinctively grips the back of his head. “Come. I want you to come on my tongue. I need you soft and open, Presh.” He continues his onslaught for ten heavenly minutes.

He nips my clitoris with his teeth and when I jump, he starts to suck me and I fall into an orgasm so strong that I lurch off the bed.

“Hmm.” He groans as he tastes my orgasm. “You taste so good.”

Oh dear God, this man is divine.

He stops and kisses my inner thigh as his eyes hold mine. “How do you want me?” he whispers.

I smile. Since I have been pregnant, I have been in control of our positions. I always choose how I want it as he doesn’t want to pressure me into something that might hurt me.

I place my hand on his cheek. “I want to kiss you. I want to hold you.”

He turns his head and kisses the palm of my hand and gently lies behind me, putting his bottom arm underneath my head. We kiss, slow and tenderly as he lifts my top leg and places my foot onto his top thigh. He spreads me with his fingers and slowly slides himself deep into my body.

We both close our eyes at the feeling. His hand drops to my round stomach and he holds it. It’s like a little love cacoon. I feel so safe, so loved. He withdraws slowly and then pushes back in to me as he kisses me over my shoulder.

“You feel so good,” he whispers as his hips pump me on autopilot. The feel of his lips on mine, his large cock inside of my body and his hand protectively on my stomach is too much. I start to quiver and he holds me tight and picks up the pace, his hand never leaving my stomach.

“You fuck me so good, baby,” he breathes.

The sound of my arousal slaps heavily in the air as his body leaves and re-enters. For ten blissful minutes we writhe together, giving and taking the pleasure we both desperately need.

“I can’t last.” He pushes out as his lips start to quiver against mine. I clench and burst into an orgasm, and he brings his hand onto my hip and pulls me deep onto his cock so I can feel the telling jerk of his orgasm. His hand leaves my stomach and comes to my cheek and he holds me as he looks at me lovingly.

“I fucking adore you,” he whispers.

I smile as my eyes glaze over. This is how lovemaking is done. “‘That’s good, because I fucking love you.”

“Do you want a coffee?” Cameron asks.

“Tea, please,” I reply.

“Hot chocolate, thanks,” Didge mutters as she swipes through her phone. We are sitting on the bonnet of our car watching Joshua play Polo. Its Sunday afternoon and Bridget and Cameron have met me here. We came straight from Willowvale, and this is his last game for a while. Joshua has told them he is unavailable until after the baby is born in four weeks. I told him I’m going to go overdue, but he doesn’t believe me. Adrian is working, apparently he is snowed under and couldn’t make it. I need to go to the bathroom but it’s such a fucking drama. I need to drag four frigging guards with me and they all wait outside while I go. Paparazzi are everywhere and I can almost feel the lenses clicking on me. This is the only place they can get their photographs of Joshua and I together and, naturally, we are being hounded because of the impending birth story. Adrian has had his styling job upped to a whole new level of Hell, Nothing bloody fits me. He is coming over weekly now and making me try stuff on, taking photos of every outfit with his phone. He then studies it so he can direct me what to wear when I’m going to be photographed, so thank Heaven for him. He makes me look better than I do. Today, I am wearing camel coloured jeans and a white linen shirt, which hangs down, with short brown boots and a brown hat that lets my hair fall out and full. My standard chunky bangles are on to hide my horrible scar. As soon as I have the baby, I’m going to see about getting some laser or something on it. I want it gone from my life.

I look at the bathrooms on the other side of the field and then over to my guards sitting on the car behind me. God, its so annoying taking guards everywhere I go.

“I need to go to the bloody bathroom again,” I mutter.

“Again?” Bridget frowns.

“I know, right? Baby Stanton is sitting on something.” I sigh, unimpressed.

She smiles, rubs my stomach and goes back to her phone. I try to hold it, but I really do need to go.

“I’m going to the bathroom before Cam gets back.”

“Want me to come?” she asks without looking up.

“No. It’s ok.” I stand and wave to Max and he comes straight over. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Ok, sure.” He turns and signals to the other guards. I then drop my head and walk to the bathroom with two men in front of me, and two trailing behind. This really is over kill but it’s not even worth fighting with Joshua over it. I can hear the cameras clicking as I walk. God, I must look like a beached whale. Who on Earth would want to see these photos? I get to the bathroom and join the queue to find two women before me. The light is blown so there is only light coming in from the small windows up above the sink. And then I feel it, hot and running down my leg. My eyes widen. Holy fuck, I must be wetting myself. I try to stop it but I can’t and it keeps coming.

Oh my God.

Oh my fucking God.

The lady in front finishes and I duck into the stall and look down at myself. My jeans have huge wet patches running down my inside legs. Holy shit. Its still coming, so I rip down my pants and sit down but it doesn’t stop. Holy crap. I’ve hit the bottom of the barrel. I’ve wet myself in public with fucking paparazzi outside waiting for the shot.

Only me, this shit could only happen to me.

I shake my hands in horror. What the hell am I going to do? I stand to look down at myself and the inside of both legs is wet right to my feet.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

What will I do, what will I do?

I text Bridget.

Don’t say anything to Cameron

OMFG get to the bathroom

We have a fucking disaster

She immediately texts back.

Huh?

I write back.

Just get here now!!!!!!!

She writes back.

On my way, drama queen

I stand in the stall with my hands over my mouth. I’m blushing just thinking about getting out of here.

“Hello.,” I hear Bridget’s voice and I open the door and peek around.

“Get in here.” I grab her jumper and pull her into the cubicle with me, thankful nobody else is in the toilets.

“What are you doing, you fruitcake?”

“Look at this.” I snap as I point at my pants.

Her face drops in horror. “What the hell happened?”

“I wet myself,” I whisper angrily.

Her mouth drops open in horror and then she starts to giggle. “Oh my God. Funny shit.”

“This is not funny shit,” I gasp, outraged.

She puts her hands over her mouth. “What are we going to do?” She bends down to my stomach and points at it. “Naughty baby.” She whispers.

I put my hands on my hips and throw my head back in disgust.

“It has to be a boy.” She smirks. “Only a boy would do this.”

“Not helping,” I groan.

She stands and thinks for a moment. “I will just go out and get Max to bring the car around.”

I look at her for a moment as I think. “But they will photograph my piss pants and it will be on every magazine cover tomorrow.”

She screws up her face. “Yeah, I guess.”

She gets out her phone and texts someone.

“Who are you texting?” I frown.

“Cameron.”

“I don’t want Cameron to know,” I stammer in a panic.

“Cameron’s a doctor, you fool. He sees people shit themselves all the time.”

I throw my hands over my face in shame. “This is abysmal,” I whisper.

She texts Cameron.

Mayday, mayday

Natasha has wet her pants

And we are stuck in the toilet.

We wait for a moment. “I wish Adrian was here.” I whisper in mortification.

He finally texts back.

What?

Bridget texts back.

She has wet her pants and now her jeans are soaked

What do we do?

We wait for a moment and no reply. “What’s he fucking doing?” Bridget snaps. “This is an emergency.” She bites her bottom lip to stifle her smile and I look at her helplessly.

“You have to admit… this is pretty damn funny.” She smiles.

“Fucking hilarious,” I mutter dryly.

“Hello?” I hear Cameron’s voice. Oh shit, he’s in the girl’s toilets.

I open the cubicle and pull him in. The three of us are like sardines all squashed in here. He looks down at me in horror. “Did you feel like you were wetting yourself and couldn’t stop it?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No. I just felt hot wet on my legs. I’m going to die of embarrassment. Get Joshua.” I admit defeat as I hold my hands over my face.

We hear a woman come into the toilets and we all stay silent. Cameron punches Bridget as she tries to hold in her giggles. The intruder eventually leaves.

My phone beeps a text from Max.

What’s going on?

Why is Cameron in there?

Oh, man, this is horrific. I have to tell him. I text back.

Don’t tell anyone but I have wet my pants.

He texts back.

I will bring the car around

I reply.

Yes, please.

Cameron narrows his eyes as he thinks. “Tash, I don’t think you have wet yourself.”

I frown.

“What are you talking about?” Bridget snaps. “What does it look like she has done, you fool?”

“It’s probably amniotic fluid. I think your water has broken.”

My eyes widen. “Its too early.”

Bridget gasps and then bends to my stomach and points at it. “Naughty baby, stay in there. You are not cooked yet.”

“Stop calling my baby naughty,” I warn her as I slap her over the back of the head as she bends down.

“Well, he is,” she says.

I hold my hands up in horror. “Get Joshua. Get Joshua… now.”

Cameron looks at his watch. “There is only seven minutes left in the game, if you pull him off the paps will be onto you and you will be hounded all the way to the hospital.”

“True,” Bridget answers.

My phone beeps a text and I read it out. Its Max again.

Swap pants with Bridget to get to the car.

Bridget’s face drops. “Ewww, I’m not wearing your amniotic festy fucking pants.”

I start to rip my jeans down and Cameron frowns at the show that is unfolding. “Please, Bridget,” I beg.

“Oh my God,” she grumbles, mortified. “Cameron, do something,” she whispers.

“I don’t fit into her fucking jeans,” he replies.

Another text comes through from Max.

Right, at the door

And I hear the cars engine. I pull my pants back up. “Let’s make a run for it.”

We come out of the cubicle. Cameron grabs my hand and we burst out of the bathroom into the open car door that Max is holding for me. He slams the door shut. “Oh, God, what if they got a shot of my wet pants,” I cry to Cameron.

“Joshua will sue,” he mutters, distracted. Max gets in the front seat and Bridget jumps in next to him.

We drive back around to the other side of the venue to where Joshua is just coming off the field. Cameron jumps out of the car and runs over to him, Joshua listens and then his eyes look up to me in the car. I see a flicker of anxiety as he tries to act calm and nods. He holds up a finger to me. Then he walks Jasper to his strapper, says something, and then comes back over to the car, jumping in the back.