Sugar Daddies (57 page)

I couldn’t find words, just breath, just quick shallow breaths.

Carl licked up from my nipple, right the way to my open mouth. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. He reached down for Rick, pinned his neck as he sucked on my pussy. “Both of you. You’re so beautiful.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, and I wanted him, wanted both of them. Wanted them to take me and fill me up with cum and give me a baby.
Their
baby.

“Please,” I said. “Make me ready.”

I groaned as Rick slipped another finger inside, then two, then more.

“Relax,” he said, and Carl handed him the lube. A squelch and cold, and then such wet noises. I felt the stretch and I groaned again, spread myself wider.

Carl’s hand was on my stomach. “I can’t wait to see you grow,” he said. “It will be the most beautiful thing.”

And I couldn’t wait either. My belly tickled and lurched, hormones exploding.

“Give me a baby,” I said.

Carl nodded. He squeezed my fingers around his cock, and he was so big, so fucking big.

I kept hold of him as Rick picked up the pressure, his tongue on my clit as my pussy squelched around his hand. I felt so full, so wet, and it felt amazing. Felt perfect.

The pressure built, and my breath turned ragged. I moaned against Carl’s mouth as he kissed me, as he tugged at my nipples.

I came with my fingers around Carl’s dick, jerking him as I squirmed, letting out little squeals as Rick stretched me wide.

They didn’t waste any time. There was a fervour in them, a hunger in their eyes.

Rick lay on his back, and between them they guided me, carefully, helping me up onto Rick’s waiting cock. I shuddered as he slipped inside me, smiling as he wrapped his arms around my waist and eased me back, my head against his shoulder, his chest to my back. He thrust underneath me, circled his hips, pushing deep, so deep.

And there was Carl, my beautiful Carl, his big thick cock in his hand as he positioned himself between my legs. He slipped his fingers into me first, alongside Rick’s dick, and it felt so good. Rick felt it, too.

“That’s nice,” he grunted. “That’s so fucking nice, Carl.”

“Not as nice as this,” Carl said, and he eased my legs up, careful to keep them steady. I felt the head of him against my pussy and I held my breath, waited for the
stretch, and when it came I groaned, my body rigid until I adjusted to the sensation.

He sank in so slowly, all the way, and I’d forgotten how this felt, how full it made me feel, forgotten how sweet the sensation was of being pinned between two gorgeous men,
my
two gorgeous men.

“Together,” I whispered. “Come together.”

Carl nodded. “Don’t you worry about that.”

He shifted his hips and thrust, and I squealed. “Yes!” I hissed. “Like that! Fuck me!”

“Fuck,” Rick groaned. “Oh fuck yes.” He bucked from underneath, and his breath was in my ear. “Gonna fill your sweet cunt up with cum, all the fucking way, don’t you worry.”

Carl thrust against him, and I could hear their balls slapping, feel Carl’s flesh slapping mine.

“Yes! Give it to me!” I cried. “I want it all!”

God, how they fucked me. They stretched me and filled me and fucked me deep, grunting and thrusting and holding me tight. And I knew what they were thinking, knew what we were all thinking, three people focused on making us a beautiful baby.

The thought made me heady, almost feral.

And they were feral, too, all instinct. Primal drive
to spill their seed, cocks thrusting and twitching until they were on the edge.

Carl tipped me as he exploded, rocked me back so my pussy was open and ready to take that cum. Rick was rigid underneath me, muscles tense as he unloaded, too.

“Don’t move,” I rasped. “Don’t pull out, I need it all.”

They held firm, all the way inside me as they unloaded. I felt them twitching, knowing I was full of them, full of their cum as they gave me what I wanted, what we all wanted.

They pulled out carefully, and slipped me from Rick so gently, and Carl grabbed some pillows, propped them under my ass.

“Stay still,” he said. “Give it the best chance.”

I could hardly breathe, praying they would give me a baby.

They fucked me slowly, all night long. Filling me up, the words unspoken. Carl first, as Rick grabbed some sleep, coming deep inside before he slipped his hand over to Rick’s side of the bed, took his cock in hand.

Rick groaned and shifted in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open as he began to thrust into Carl’s hand.

He didn’t need prompting, taking Carl’s position as soon as Carl pulled out, and Rick took me next, crying out as Carl pushed his fingers in his ass.

I was lost, delirious in the sensations, taking everything they had to give me, everything they could give me, my pussy clenching tight as I spiralled towards another climax of my own.

I couldn’t stop smiling as Rick came, couldn’t stop the euphoria as my pussy took a fresh load of cum.

I pulled them both close as we caught our breath, and they were smiling too, I could feel it.

“I wonder,” Rick said, his fingers on my tummy. “I wonder if it’s happening.”

“Time will tell,” Carl said. “But we can hope.”

“Screw that,” I laughed. “We’ve got another forty-eight hour window. We’ll be going again in the morning.”

There wasn’t any argument from their side.

It took me four months to conceive. Four months of trying. Of popping the vitamins and checking the dates, and waiting with bated breath.

Oh, and four blissful months of taking cock. Lots of cock.

I didn’t tell them at first, and they didn’t ask. They didn’t voice the obvious, our wall calendar making it perfectly clear for everyone to see without tempting fate.

One day late, two days late, three days late.

I took out the pregnancy test, placed it on the kitchen island after dinner.

“It’s time,” I said.

You could have cut the tension with a knife.

“Fuck,” Rick said. He held up his hands. “I’m shaking, I’m shaking so fucking bad.”

Carl took his fingers in his, kissed them. “What will be will be,” he said. “We keep trying if not, no big deal.” He looked at me. “No big deal, Katie, if it’s not… if you’re not…”

I nodded. “I know.”

I put my hand on my belly, hoping, just hoping my instincts were right. The sickness, the tiredness, the weird flutters.

“Let’s do this,” I said, and set off for the bathroom.

Carl stood so still as I pissed on the stick, but Rick was pacing, twitchy.

I took a deep breath, and my fingers were shaking as I held that test, waiting for the result to show up.

My God, the tension was palpable. I had to laugh just to break the atmosphere.

“Shit,” I said. “I can hardly stand it. My heart!”

“Mine, too,” Carl said.

“And mine,” Rick added.

I closed my eyes, and I couldn’t look, couldn’t look as the time came. I had to force myself, heart pounding as I looked at the result.

A gasp, and a sharp breath, and the strangest feeling, the strangest shock.

“What?” Carl said. “Is it? Are you? Are we?”

“We are, aren’t we?” Rick asked. “Oh my God, we are.”

I nodded, and I couldn’t stop smiling, couldn’t stop the tears pricking my eyes.

I turned the test result to face them, two solid blue lines.

“Congratulations, guys,” I said. “You’re going to be daddies.”

I waved to Jack as we passed him in the Range, but Rick and Carl hardly noticed him, they were too busy looking at the yard beyond.
Happy birthday
, he mouthed, and I gave him a thumbs
-
up.

“Fuck,” Rick said. “This is really coming on.”

“Last few days really,” I said, and I was proud and excited. I couldn’t take the grin off my face.

We parked up on the new flash paving and I let out a groan as I dropped from the Range, waving away the guys as they tried to fuss me. After all I was pregnant, not an invalid, and I’d had worse, so much worse.

A stint in a wheelchair had made pregnancy feel a doddle in comparison, even if I was waddling like a big fat penguin.

The new stable block was almost constructed, a gleaming brick and steel structure directly opposite the old stalls. “They’re bigger,” I said. “A lot bigger than the early plans.”

“Only the best for our furry boy,” Carl said. “He’ll love that.” He peered inside, and so did Rick, and I knew it looked good, I knew it all looked good here.

I’d been dreaming about it long enough.

“Talking about our furry boy.” Rick grinned, and held up some mints.

I led the way, slowly, not just because my swollen belly took the breath from me, but because there was so much for them to see. A refurbished school, piled high with new woodchip and bordered with decent solid fencing. A new jumping paddock, with really swish poles and fences — not that I’d be the one using them, not for the foreseeable, if ever.

These days Samson didn’t come running when we arrived at his gate. His limp was less pronounced than it used to be, but he was still lame. It didn’t seem to bother him all that much, not with a couple of new little field buddies to keep his interest.

He took his time to join us, letting out a snort as he presented his snout for his mint treat, and the ponies came trotting up, wanting in on the action.

“I’ll miss you,” I said to him, scratching his ears. I pointed at my belly, as though he might understand. “I’ll be back soon, just as soon as I can. You’ll have to put up with Auntie Verity in the meantime.”

Carl and Rick mock groaned.

“Auntie Verity!” Rick laughed. “Bloody hell, Sammy, she’ll have you doing all that poncey footwork again. What a bummer, eh?”

It turned out Verity was as tenacious in all aspects of life as she had been in the office. She was still adamant Samson would recover enough to hack out again. I hoped she was right.

One of the ponies nipped at Carl’s leg through the bars, just playing, but it was enough to make him groan. “Vicious, these little bastards,” he said. “They hate me.”

I laughed. “They don’t hate you.”

“I don’t know how those kids aren’t scared of them, I really don’t.”

But the village kids weren’t scared of them at all. Not even close. The village kids loved them, just like I’d always hoped.

And I hoped our little girl would, too. Just as soon as she was
old enough to meet them.

After all, I’d chosen them for her, just in case. Just in case she shared my insatiable love of all things equine.

“We’d better get going,” Carl said. “Table’s booked for half-one, we’ll be cutting it fine.”

“They can entertain themselves if we’re late.” I let out laugh. “Just as long as Olivia doesn’t laser Mum to death with her evil eyes.”

“I’m sure they’ll draw a truce for one day,” Carl said.

“You’re the birthday girl.” Rick kissed my cheek. “We’re on your timetable.”