Party of Four

Happy Birthday - Nica

We left my doctor’s appointment over the moon. I hadn’t expected to get an ultrasound so soon. I thought it would be like the last few, listen to the heart beat, measure my belly, make sure my own health was good. So not only getting an early peek of the baby growing inside me, but to have printed pictures was beyond exciting.

I scheduled my next two appointments before we left. My regular check up in April, and the anatomy scan in May. On the way back to my apartment, I couldn’t help my excitement and posted a snap of the ultrasounds to my Snapchat story. At this point, our friend group knew about us and knew we were expecting. It felt good to not have to hide our love or pretend there wasn’t anything besides friendship between us anymore. It didn’t take long before the heart reactions and story replies started coming in either.

Our lives stayed busy after that. Cole’s birthday was around the corner, at the beginning of April. The Hollands’ houses had been listed, and Cole and Riley had been spending more time at my apartment than before in an effort to avoid potential buyers. They were letting their mom handle pretty much everything on the real estate front.

I definitely didn’t mind having them there, but it definitely made it a little harder to plan Cole’s birthday surprise. At least with spring coming though, it was starting to warm up. While I had no interest in going to the pool yet, they were definitely enjoying it. So that gave me some time to myself every day, and time to plan.

As much as I loved our entire friend group, it was hard hosting everyone in my small space. So I kept it close, just those who were the closest to us. Jay, Mallory, and Willow. Their parents were going to come by for the actual dinner, but they weren’t planning to stay for the whole thing.

I told Riley what I had in mind for Cole’s birthday, and he was fully on board with my plan. So when April 11, rolled around, I spent the day cleaning, baking, and cooking.

Willow was planning to come over early to help cook and set up. As soon as Jay and Mallory found out I was planning a taco bar, they offered to bring jalapeño poppers. Which I was all for. Cole and Riley would be over later. So I had my morning to myself.

I sipped my coffee on my patio, looking over the pond. It was decaf, of course, but the routine made me feel like I was maintaining some normalcy in my life, despite all the changes taking place. I still hadn’t decided if I was going to move in with Cole and Riley yet. I still hadn’t seen their soon-to-be new house in person yet. Regardless, I knew I was going to have to make a decision soon. I either needed to ask the leasing office to move me into a bigger apartment, or I would have to inform them I wouldn’t be renewing. And I wasn’t sure I could afford a bigger apartment on my own. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be on my own with a baby either…

When I’d finished my coffee, I went back in, ready to start my day preparing for Cole’s birthday celebration. I started off by preparing the batter for key lime pie cupcakes. While those baked, I ate a small breakfast and washed the dishes. Then I was ready to focus on cleaning.

There wasn’t too much I actually needed to do. I kept my apartment pretty spotless to begin with. But I did all the extra stuff that I didn’t necessarily do every day; sweeping, mopping, dusting. I also cleaned the bathrooms.

By the time I was done, I still had an hour before Willow planned on being here. The cupcakes had also cooled down considerably too, so I transferred them from the pan they originally baked in to my fancy cupcake carrier. Then I went upstairs to take a shower.

Cole was not the type to dress up unless it was an extra special occasion, and I knew he wouldn’t want anyone going out of their way to dress up for him. So I kept my own outfit as simple as I could. Which wasn’t easy for me. Unless it was leggings and a tee shirt, all of my outfits tended to border on not quite casual anymore.

I had the excuse of a growing baby bump though. While I still wasn’t showing a lot yet, there was a noticeable bulge starting to form even with clothes over it. I was also shocked by just how much my breasts had grown over the last few months. By Valentine’s Day they had grown one cup size, and now they were nearly two more sizes bigger. I barely recognized my body when I looked in the mirror.

So I put on a long blue maxi dress that I’d bought last spring but never really got the chance to wear because the cups didn’t sit right thanks to extra fabric. Now, I filled it out quite nicely, and the polyester slip and floral mesh overlay had plenty of stretch so that it comfortably hugged my changing curves. In my attempt to keep things casual, I didn’t put on any jewelry, not counting the promise ring I always wore now. I also left my long curls free to fall loosely down my back, and put on a pair of simple, blue satin flats.

When Willow arrived, she focused on slicing limes while I was mixing the ingredients for the cupcake frosting. I filled my piping bag, and decorated the cupcakes, topping each one with a lime slice, then moved them into the fridge to keep them cool until everyone arrived.

From there, she chopped onions and peppers while I sliced and diced chicken and steak. I was also planning to cook ground beef, giving everyone plenty of options for how they wanted their food.

By the time everyone was here, with Cole and Riley being characteristically late, we’d spread chips, salsa, queso, diced tomatoes, the sautéed peppers and onions mix, lettuce, shredded cheese, sour cream, ground beef, steak, chicken, tortillas, and hard shells across my table in various bowls and dishes. Just like with my housewarming party last year, it was BYOB, only this time I couldn’t drink. I wasn’t going to stop anyone else from it though.

We wasted no time digging into the food. Between the fact that the table had become the taco bar, and I didn’t have enough kitchen chairs anyways, the chairs were brought out onto the patio, and everyone found a seat. After we’d ate, empty plates still in our laps, Jay lit up a joint for everyone to share. I tucked myself into a corner, not part of the circle, but still part of the conversation. Strong smells weren’t triggering waves of nausea anymore, but I didn’t want to be too close to the smoke while I was pregnant.

After desserts, Gwen and Odie decided to call it a night. I invited them to stay longer, but they insisted. They both had to work in the morning and said they “weren’t young enough to stay out all night anymore.” We put on music, drinks were poured, then Cole had to sit through opening his gifts. Willow had gotten him a gift card to The Hideaway, fueling his coffee addiction. Jay and Mallory gave him a really good bottle of whiskey and a bag of weed. Riley’s gift was a hand crafted bong, designed to look like a vintage vase. The pale purple glass caught the light, reflecting it beautifully. Cole was reasonably in awe of it. Then it was time for my gift.

Excitement bubbled in me as he picked up the gift bag. It was a two-part gift, with one part not actually being for him, but still being something I knew he’d appreciate. He pulled that part out of the bag first. There was a round of “aww” as he held up the little black onesie, the Misfits logo displayed in the center. He grinned, his face taking on a light pink hue as he sat the onesie on the coffee table. Then he freed the second part of the gift from the bag. It wasn’t an original copy, but it was an album I knew he loved: Pixies’ “Surfer Rosa” on vinyl.

He looked speechless for a moment, his lips parted in a half-smile. “Happy birthday, sweetie,” I murmured, kissing his cheek as he thanked me for the gift.

After that, there was more drinking, more smoking, and more chatter. Jay even snagged another cupcake. An hour or so passed and then Riley suggested moving the party to the pool.

“Except you,” I said softly, taking Cole’s hand to pull him near me as everyone else was getting ready. “I need your help with something, and then we can meet everyone there afterwards.”

“Okay,” he agreed with a smile. He didn’t even question what I needed, just leaned in to kiss the top of my head. Once everyone was out the door, headed for the pool, then Cole did ask, “So what do you need me to do?”

“It’s up here,” I told him, headed up the stairs to my bedroom. He followed. “Since it’s your birthday,” I explained, digging around in the top drawer of my dresser, “Riley agreed to help me get you alone for a very special gift.” I turned around, a bundle of silk hanging from my fingers, “Remember this?”

He swallowed, sliding his glasses up his nose as I walked towards him. My steps were slow and deliberate, and I tossed the restraints on the bed, holding just the scarf. A smile was pulling at the corner of his mouth. “You…or me?” he breathed.

I answered with a kiss, long and slow. Then I took his glasses off his face, sat them on the bedside table, and held the silk blindfold up to his eyes, “You, my love.”

His grin took full shape as I tied the silk behind his head. A new wave of excitement washed through me as I helped him strip, then led him to sit on the edge of the bed. I pulled the skirt of my dress up so I could straddle his lap, then slid my arms around his neck while I kissed him. My tongue pressed against his lips and he opened his mouth to me.

Cole’s kisses were always hungry, raw passion. This was different though. This was almost feral, and I wondered how much of it was because of the blindfold. A thought that excited me.

Even blindfolded, his hands had no problem finding my thighs. They slid up my legs slowly, gliding under the fabric of my dress until he reached my hips. Then they were on my shoulders, tugging at the straps of my dress. I helped him pull them down my arms, exposing my breasts. His hands found them with no problem, cupping and squeezing them. He clearly appreciated the changes that had taken place, and I couldn’t deny how much I enjoyed his hands on them. His thumbs teased my n*****s, and my head tilted back. A soft gasp left my lips when his mouth found one n****e. I let him kiss, suck, lick, and nip the sensitive buds, knowing in just a few moments he wouldn’t be able to. Not easily at least. There was a warmth already pooling between my legs, and I tried not to think about it too much. Tonight was about him.

After a moment, I got up and took a step back, out of his reach. He groaned softly. I couldn’t help licking my lips as I looked at him, sitting there, blindfolded and exposed to me. He was already hard. I wondered if this was how he and Riley had felt looking at me when I had been blindfolded and restrained on Valentine’s Day. Only he wasn’t restrained…yet.

I took off my dress and my panties, then picked up the restraints and directed him to where I wanted him on the bed. He complied and I smiled, watching him lay there in eager anticipation. I started with his ankles, securing them to my foot board. His breathing picked up. Then I moved around to take his wrist and secure that to my headboard. I could have moved around to the other side. Instead though, I leaned across him, letting my n*****s graze his chest as I secured the other wrist. His breath hitched from the contact, and I grinned. Then I stood straight, taking my time as I moved back to the foot of the bed. I wanted to give him time to be uncertain about where I was…where I would be coming from.

I started with my fingers barely grazing along the inside of his leg, from his ankle up to as far as I could reach without getting on the bed. Then I did the same to the other leg. Cole sucked in a breath, groaning softly.

After a moment of teasing, I finally climbed up onto the bed, settling between his legs. I lightly dragged my nails up his thighs, eliciting more gasps from him. Another grin stretched across my face, knowing that he had no way of knowing what I was going to do at any point. I crawled up his body, hovering over him as I leaned down to kiss him again. Once again, his kiss was hungry and passionate, almost desperate. Almost.

I broke the kiss, only to trail my lips along his jaw, then down his neck, nipping and sucking at the skin in between kisses. I kissed along his collarbone and over his chest, and my breasts pressed against him the lower I got.

I shifted, moving further back on the bed so I could continue trailing kisses down his stomach. As I moved, my back arched, and I shifted and slid further back. Eventually, I moved to a point where I could trail kisses along his waist. I was almost settled between his legs. My breasts hung down over his groin, and his c**k, hard and erect, pressed between them. “Nica…” he hissed, his chest heaving with each breath.

“Yes, my love?” I asked, faux innocence coating my words. I acted as if I had no idea what I was doing to him.

His mouth opened, but he couldn’t seem to manage anything else.

“Are you okay, my love?”

“Uh huh,” he managed.

“What was that, love?” I asked, using my hand to push my breasts together, squeezing his c**k between them as I realized what had caused this reaction out of him.

“Yes…” he hissed.

I grinned, shifting slightly so that I was more comfortable, continuing to rub my breasts against him, sliding along his shaft. His breath hitched and he groaned. I bit my bottom lip as I watched his reactions. I rubbed my n****e over the tip, then circled the head of his c**k with it, eliciting more groans from him.

“Nica…” His voice was even needier this time.

“What do you want, my love?” I asked, shifting back again so that I could lean down and flick the tip of my tongue over his head.

It took a moment before he answered, and I continued to tease, dragging my fingertips up the underside of his shaft as my tongue circled the head. “I want…” he trailed off as I dragged my tongue along the shaft now.

“You want what?” I asked, blowing air over the tip.

“I want you to put that pretty little mouth of yours around my d**k and suck it,” he finally answered, finding his bedroom confidence under the haze of being blindfolded.

“Such filthy language,” I purred, teasing still. “You didn’t even say please.”

“Please,” he groaned.

“Please what?”

“Please stuck my dick.”

I hummed softly, trailing my fingers along his shaft again before wrapping my hand around the base. “I guess since you asked so nicely.”

I circled the head with my tongue again before closing my mouth around it. He groaned loudly, his hips jerking slightly, involuntarily.

I pulled him out, and told him, sternly, “Hold still, or I’ll stop.” Then I closed my mouth over him again.

I kept one hand around him as my head bobbed up and down, cheeks hollowing as I sucked. My other hand rested on his hip, my forearm on his thigh. I could feel him tensing and relaxing under my grip, fighting the urge to move.

I shifted again and let go of his shaft so I could slide further down, relaxing my throat in order to take all of him into my mouth. He groaned again, and I could feel his struggle to lay still. Now both my hands rested on his hips, holding him still beneath me.

I pulled nearly all the way back, sucking hard. My tongue swirled around his head again, flicking across the tip. I tasted the saltiness of his precum and moaned softly.

“f**k,” he groaned again, and I could feel his c**k starting to twitch. I suckered harder, more soft moans were muffled around him. I moved one hand to his balls, cupping them. I gently squeezed and stroked, and Cole grew louder. I moaned again, felt him tense beneath me. His c**k twitched again, and I felt the warm ropes of his c*m hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed most of it, then freed him from my mouth. He lay there panting, trying to catch his breath.

I crawled back up the bed, straddling him. Lightly, I pressed a finger to his chin, making him open his mouth. Slowly, I let the little bit of c*m I held in my mouth - mixed with my saliva - drip into his, then pressed his mouth shut again. “Swallow.”

After he complied, I leaned down to kiss him I ached with my own need, feeling my arousal running down my inner thighs. Tonight was about him though. He kissed me back, still hungry, and I could taste the salt still on his tongue. I moaned against his mouth. He pulled on his restraints and I slid the blindfold up to his forehead.

I broke the kiss, smiling down at him. There was nothing but primal desire staring back at me. “Come here,” he growled. I leaned down to kiss him again, but he stopped me. “No, come here.”

I bit my bottom lip, grinning as the realization of what he wanted hit me.

“Before I do…” I leaned to each side, undoing his wrists from the restraints so that his arms would be in a more comfortable position for what he wanted.

His hands immediately went to my hips, pulling me forward as I moved to straddle his face. I gasped as I felt his tongue diving between my folds. No buildup, no anticipation. Just his hunger. He wrapped his hands around my thighs, pulling me against him.

I grabbed my headboard to keep myself upright as his tongue circled my c**t. My eyes closed, head falling back. His tongue pushed inside me, thrusting in and out, he licked up every drop of my wetness. I moaned, my legs shuddering in his grasp.

I was lost in ecstasy as he groaned against me. My hips rocked, grinding against his mouth. I wasn’t sure anymore who was dominant and who was the submissive. I was simply lost in the pleasure of him devouring me.

One hand left my thigh, sliding between us so he could push two fingers into me. I shuddered, a loud moan pulled from my lips. He pumped them in and out, hard and fast, my hips rolled again. He dragged his tongue over my c**t.

His other hand moved up my body, finding my breast. He cupped and squeezed, fingers teasing my n****e into a hard point. I pressed into his hand. He pinched the n****e, drawing a sharp pleasured breath from my lips. My hips bucked again.

He kissed, sucked and nipped at my p***y, sending shudders through my body. “You taste so good,” he whispered, sending air across the sensitive bud.

I moaned again.

“I would eat you for every meal if I could.” He pushed a third finger into me, his tongue continuing to work. He wasn’t letting a single drop of my arousal go to waste. I cried out, gripping my headboard so tight my knuckles started to turn white.

“Come for me,” he commanded, curling his fingers inside me. “Soak me with your juices.”

I couldn’t help it. He curled his fingers again, and I moaned again, tightening around him as the first wave of my orgasm hit me.

His mouth continued to work, his tongue lapping at my p***y like it was water.

I continued to pant and moan as he worked me through my orgasm. The hand on my breast moved so that he could wrap an arm around my waist, holding me in place.

I had barely come down from my orgasm before Cole was making another growling demand. “Ride me.”

This wasn’t “Daddy Cole” that I was used to. This was something feral and starving. Blindfolding and restraining him had clearly woken up something new inside him, and another spark of excitement ran through my body.

He kept his hands on my hips, helping guide me back. His hand slipped been us, stroking my folds before lining himself up at my entrance. My eyelids fluttered as a low moan was pulled from my lips. Everything was sensitive and throbbing, aching with the need of another release.

He pulled me down on his c**k, and my head fell back, moaning again.

I rolled my hips, grinding against him. His hands gripped me tight, and I was certain his fingertips would leave bruises, not that I would mind. My hands were on his shoulders, pinning him down - not that he could go anywhere since his ankles were still restrained. He guided me up and down, pulling me hard against him each time our hips met.

“Cole…” I half-moaned, half-whimpered, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

He groaned in response, one hand coming up to cup my breast. He lifted his head, capturing my n****e in his mouth. My eyes shut. All I could do was moan as he bit and sucked and licked. Then he did the same on the other side.

I was so lost in the pleasure of the moment, I could barely maintain my rhythm. That didn’t matter to Cole though. As we both came closer to our climaxes, he gripped my hips again, guiding my every movement until he was the one pulling me up and down his length.

When we finally peaked, I collapsed against him. My head rested on his shoulder in the crook of his neck while he traced lazy circles on my back.

When I finally felt like I might have the energy to move, I lifted my head to kiss his cheek. Then slowly, I got off of him and moved to untie his ankles.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was low, husky from the pleasure we’d shared. “I didn’t mean to take over. I’m not sure what came over me.”

I grinned, “I’m not either, but I didn’t mind.”

I laid back down beside him, and he turned so he could pull me against him. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“Only in the ways that I like,” I reassured him, pressing a kiss to his lips.

He smiled and rubbed the tip of his nose against mine. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

We laid there like that for a little while, just holding each other, enjoying the afterglow of our intimacy. When we finally decided to get up and join our friends at the pool, I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling my hair up into a ponytail. “So…I’ve been reading this new book,” I started. It was rare that I felt nervous about anything with Cole, but for some reason, I did now.

“More vampire smut?” he teased, grinning as he put his shorts on.

I nodded and picked the book up off my bedside table so I could turn to the page I had marked. “There’s a scene in it that I keep thinking about…”

Cole moved closer as I held the book out. I watched as he read the passage, chewing on my bottom lip. His expression was unreadable. He turned the page, an eyebrow arching as he finally glanced at me. “You wanna try this?”

I nodded, “I think so.”

“This is really intense, Nica. I need 100%, not ‘I think.’”

“I know,” I confirmed. “I haven’t shown it to Riley yet. I thought you might be a little harder to convince.”

He handed me back the book as he sat next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. “When have I ever said ‘no’ to something you wanted to try?” I blushed in response, knowing he had a good point. “But maybe we could wait…just until after the baby’s born. Only because of how intense it is.”

I nodded, smiling as we compromised, “Okay.”

“Okay,” he smiled back, then kissed me again.