15: Chapter 15

RYAN

“Have you thought of any names yet?” Connie asked the next time they sat down for Sunday dinner.

Marco smiled and grabbed Ryan’s hand. “We were thinking William Roberto Livingston.”

“My dad’s middle name was William,” Ryan explained, “and I thought we could honor him and Roberto both.”

Connie smiled and patted her hand. “I think that’s wonderful, cara.”

“Zio (uncle),” said Fiona, turning toward Marco, “can you have a girl next time?”

“Why do you want them to have a girl?” Luca asked.

“I want someone to play with too. Unless you and Mommy are going to have one.” Fiona flashed an innocent smile.

Luca laughed. “We’re still practicing.”

“Luca!” Maria smacked him. “Ë meglio che smettila o verrai interrotto per un mese (you better knock it off or you’ll be cut off for a month),” she scolded.

Ryan bit back a laugh as Luca stuttered out half-formed apologies.

After dinner, Fiona somehow managed to talk Roberto, Luca and Marco into having a tea party, complete with feathered hats and boas. It really was a sight, and Maria, Connie and Ryan had a ball taking pictures.

Ryan could really tell Marco was going to make a great dad. In fact, at this point she found that she didn’t mind the thought of having more.

“I think I might frame this one,” she said in the car on the way home, smiling at a picture where all three men had their pinkies in the air while holding their tea as Fiona had instructed them.

“I know I look good, kitten.” He smiled at her and puffed out his chest.

She paused, then asked, “Do you want more kids?”

“It’s up to you more than me,” he said, grabbing her hand. “I do enjoy making them, though.”

She shrugged. “It’s been a fairly easy pregnancy.”

Marco pulled into the driveway, then stepped around to help her out of the car and into the house. “It has. I don’t mind how horny you’ve been, either.”

“Marco!” she protested.

“I’m not complaining about it.”

“You better not be, or you won’t be getting any for a month either,” she said, thinking again of Luca.

Marco raised an eyebrow at her. “You speak Italian?”

“Sì.” She kicked out of her shoes. “Ora, vieni a fare la doccia con me” (Now, come shower with me).”

He didn’t have to be told twice.

***

“Harder, Marco, fuck me harder,” Ryan gasped.

They hadn’t even made it into the shower this time; he had her bent over the bathroom sink.

“Look, kitten,” he said into her ear, gently pulling her head up. “Look at how beautiful you look when you cum on my dick.” He pounded into her as hard as he could.

“Oh, God, yes, right there!” Her eyes rolled back and her body shook as a powerful orgasm hit her.

He went even harder until he filled her. “Have I ever told you how hot you look with my cum dripping from your pussy?” he asked, grinning.

She shoved his shoulder playfully. “Let’s shower.”

MARCO

Marco woke up to the best thing ever, Ryan’s lips wrapped around his dick. “Fuck, that feels good,” he said, still groggy.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” said Ryan. Now that he was awake, she scooted up the bed, lining his dick up with her soaked core and sinking down on him.

Marco raised his hands to hold her hips while she rode him. “You can wake me like that any time you want, kitten.”

After their round of morning sex, Marco showered and got ready for work while Ryan went back to sleep. He kissed her goodbye and left, hoping she would come by the office today for another round on his desk.

RYAN

Ryan had spent the majority of the past few weeks either fucking Marco, thinking about fucking Marco, or in the bathroom because the baby was pressing on her bladder. Pregnancy hormones were a hell of a thing.

Today, she’d taken a break from fucking Marco to come with Maria on a shopping trip to buy the kids’ Halloween costumes. She was trying very hard to stay in the moment rather than dwelling on what might happen with Marco when she got home.

“What are you going to be, Aunt Ryan?” Fiona asked, turning away from her serious-faced consideration of different fairy wings.

“I don’t think I’m dressing up,” Ryan said.

“You have to. Nonna e Nonno (Grandma and Grandpa) have a party, and you have to dress up,” Louis told her.

Ryan turned toward Maria, looking for confirmation. Maria shrugged. “It’s not a requirement, but most everyone does.”

“I can’t just be an uncomfortable pregnant woman?” Ryan tried.

Maria thought about it. “You could dress as a gumball machine and Marco could be a quarter.” She leaned closer and whispered, “I’m sure he’d love to put that quarter in you later.”

“Stop it,” Ryan blushed.

“You’re not fooling me. I know what it’s like.”

Ryan blushed harder.

“Better get it now,” Maria continued, “'cause once that baby comes out, it’s a whole different ball game.”

MARCO

“Did you have a good day?” Marco asked when Ryan got home that night.

“I did. Oh, that reminds me,” she said, waddling to their closet and grabbing his costume. “I picked this up for you.”

Marco considered the giant cardboard quarter she was holding up. “What are you going to be?”

“A gumball machine,” she said, rubbing her stomach.

He smiled. “I love it,” he said, reaching forward and rubbing her core through her shorts.

“Marco,” she said, and maybe she meant it as a warning but it just sounded like ~yes please~. Marco really wasn’t complaining about how insatiable Ryan was these days.

Kissing her neck, he added, “I’d rather lick than chew, though.” Then he backed her against the wall. He dropped to his knees, taking her shorts with him, and deeply inhaled her scent.

He knew they couldn’t have sex in this position, but he could certainly eat her, and that was exactly what he planned to do. Draping one of her legs over his shoulder and supporting her hips with both his hands, he didn’t waste any time.

“Oh my god, Marco,” she moaned as she came on his tongue.

Marco smiled, loving how she moaned out his name when she orgasmed. He was ready to take her to bed and spend the night inside of her, but then her stomach grumbled. He eased her back upright. “We should go eat,” he suggested.

There would be plenty of time for round two after Ryan and the baby both got some sustenance.