The Love of Lies

Initiative

*MATURE CONTENT 18+*

Cori’s POV

All week Ashton’s been feeling me up, just to fall asleep without doing anything, despite my best attempts at showing him that I want to do more.

I stopped sleeping with underwear on, I continuously pushed my butt into the man’s groin area, and simply put, I just couldn’t take it anymore.

I was disappointed by the answer Ashton gave me when I asked him why he wasn’t touching me, but I believe him when he says that he was trying to be helpful. Still, I’ve spent a good portion of my high school career being told that I would end up on the streets and begging men to love me.

Most people knew that I was living out of my car, but they couldn’t prove it because I was either at school, the library or at work during the day, and child protective services isn’t exactly keen on waking a hard-working student up at 2AM to prove a point.

My father also didn’t want his benefits to be cut off, so he never reported me as a runaway, nor did he confirm that I wasn’t sleeping in the house.

Anytime he was gone, or he was passed out drunk, I would go inside to shower, wash my clothes, and leave again, so no one could prove that I was homeless, they just assumed.

Basically, hearing something similar from someone I genuinely like is humiliating, especially since I can turn the same logic against him.

Everything Ashton does for me could be considered as acts of guilt. Whether it’s because he’s a cheater, or because of the babies, it doesn’t matter; the shoe still fits.

I know that I’m being childish by ignoring him the way I am, but I really can’t think of anything else to do, up until the man shouts my name. I flinch, but I know Ashton isn’t going to hurt me.

He’s frustrated, and probably kicking himself for being an i***t, or maybe he’s mad because he doesn’t have an answer for me.

Maybe he’s just not interested in me anymore, and if that’s the case, it’s better for me to find that out now.

“Stop it, okay. I get it; I shouldn’t have assumed based on what I read, and if you want, we can have s*x right now.” I narrow my eyes at Ashton because he just accused me of turning to s*x for comfort, and now he’s offering me s*x as a form of comfort.

“I’m shutting you out now.” Ashton tries to use some of what that crazy counselor told us to guilt me, but I’m not in the mood to ‘communicate’ with him.

Eventually though , I give into the man, knowing that stress isn’t good for either of us.

I somehow end up eating ice cream, shocked that I actually like it, and then Ashton and I start going through photos his brother sent him.

I like this feeling, and I don’t want to ruin it, but at the same time, the area between my legs is throbbing, especially when Ashton caresses my hair the way he is.

Feeling bold, I rub my hand along Ashton’s bare torso, happy that he doesn’t like sleeping with clothes on because it means that I have less to remove, but I think that I want him to feel just a hint of what I feel, so when he flips me on top of his body, I very awkwardly bring my face to his erection, and kiss it through his boxers.

“What’s that supposed to be?”

“I’m just doing to you what you’ve been doing to me all week.”

“Really?” Ashton flips me again, careful to be gentle, which I really appreciate.

“Kiss me,” I whisper, moaning into the man’s mouth as he gives into my request.

I want a lot more, but I’m not going to force it. If he wants to be with me, he will be, and based on the stiffness of his length, I think Ashton’s been holding himself back just as much as I have been.

Ashton’s POV

Cori took the initiative and I’m powerless to think about anything except getting inside of her.

Her belly is so much bigger than it was the last time we were together, so it makes getting between her legs a little more awkward, but when I finally get where I need to be, I sink into the woman with a hiss that's laced with embarrassment.

I stop mid-stroke, unable to withstand the warmth and wetness that Cori is offering me, but even just stilling inside of her feels just as good as f*cking, that is up until I realize that she's moving her lower half to please herself.

"Cori, wait… I can't."

"Is it my stomach?" She huskily asks, misreading my stress.

In response, the woman jerks away and gets on all fours, looking back at me as she waits for me to enter, but this position might be worse.

Cori always had a nice ass, but now, it pokes out more, and all I've been wanting to do for a long time now is slap and pound into it with my hips.

"You don't want to?" Of course I want to, so I position myself well and press into the tightest, wettest, warmest p*ssy I have ever felt.

My ‘problem’ has nothing to do with her stomach. I just haven’t touched her in a while, but all the pampering I’ve been doing has me pent up to a point where I’m already about to blow and we’ve only just begun.

The thought that it's all mine also increases the feeling of desire in me, and before I know it, I've exploded and left the woman hanging.

I'm not a complete asshole, and I don't want to do that to her, so I keep stroking even though the sensation is almost too much for me to bear. I just keep pushing through it, biting my lip hard as I focus on keeping it up so that Cori doesn’t notice.

Eventually, I'm hard enough again to put in some real work for her, so I use my d*ck to investigate and probe for the place that makes her scream.

"Oh! Ashton, please!" That's the sound I was waiting to hear, so I continuously thrust into the area, careful not to be rough, but I’m entering hard enough to get the job done.

Cori's legs begin to tremble underneath her, and when she's close to an orgasm, her body buckles and folds, but I don't stop because I know she's okay.

I’ve seen Cori stretching in our home gym, so I know that she's fine in the position she's in now, and based on the sounds she’s making, she’s enjoying herself as much as I am.

I love the noises the woman makes because they're real. She hasn’t gotten to a point in her life where she has to pretend, and if she stays with me, I hope that never happens.

“Ashton, I think I have to pee.” I don’t think that’s what it is, and I’m confident enough to take the chance by ignoring her by telling her to relax.

I grip her hips tighter, increasing the speed of my thrusts as Cori tries to pull away, begging me to ‘stop’ because ‘it’s too much.’

I lightly slap her ass to get her to stop moving so much, and when I get a positive reaction in the form of a louder moan, I smack it again, making the woman lift her upper body so that she’s back on all fours and no longer just poking her ass back at me.

I reach forward and grab a good fistful of Cori’s hair, but I don’t pull. I don’t want to hurt or scare her, I just want to gauge her reaction to what I’m doing, and with my other hand I reach down and begin to flick Cori’s cl*t.

The woman comes completely undone, moving erratically as she tries to escape the pleasure she feels, and although it hasn’t been very long, I’m already close to my end.

“Ashton, please…” Those words do it for me, and I increase the strength of my thrust just enough to fill the woman up for a second time.

No longer able to stay upright, we flop onto our sides, panting heavily as we come down from our high.

“That was f*cking amazing,” I breathily say. Cori simply nods, unable or unwilling to speak, so I sit up and look over her shoulder to glance at her face. “Want another shower?”

“Ashton. I. Am. Not. Moving.” A deep rumble of a chuckle escapes my lips, tickled because Cori looks and sounds exhausted, in a good way though.

“Want a shirt?”

“Ashton.” I kiss Cori's shoulder and leave her alone, understanding that she doesn’t want to do anything except sleep right now. “Was this make-up s*x?” She suddenly asks, causing me to bellow out a laugh that causes my legs to lift.

“Is that how you see it?”

“I don’t know, but it was better than the other times.” By this time in the conversation, I have the woman covered in the blanket while laying on my chest, so I’m back to playing with her hair again.

I listen to Cori tell me what she liked most about our encounter, which reminds me…

“That little thing you did with the kiss… Where’d you learn that?” Cori covers her face guiltily, but I pull the sheets away from her head. “I already know that you read your porn. I just want to know which writer I have to thank for turning my girlfriend into a little tease.”

“Y-you promised never to bring that up. I told you that it was one book, one.” Cori’s referring to when I looked over her shoulder and read a few lines of a very descriptive s*x scene in one of the online novels she reads.

She swore up and down that she just started reading and didn’t know what to expect, but I noticed she didn’t close the page in shame.

“I’m mad at you again,” Cori teases, turning away from me in slow motion, which is extremely funny to me.

However, I will never openly laugh at her size right now because my father made that mistake, and while she didn’t cry, Cori’s nose turned a bright red that caused the man to panic. He spent the entire day trying to make it up to her by showing her smarter ways to invest her money, one of her favorite things to do recently.

She’s got the kitchen running on a budget so tight that Troy and I feel like we need to put her in charge of all our expenses, with the exception of clothing because she’s too cheap to buy good clothes. She won’t even buy maternity clothing although she already needs it.

“Are you sleeping?”

“Not anymore.” I nudge the woman’s shoulder, knowing that she never fell asleep, she’s just trying to make me feel bad.

“Are the twins heavy?” I softly ask, moving my hand to touch her belly, noticing that she’s been sleeping with a pillow under the side of her belly.

I just reminded myself that Cori doesn’t like to spend ‘needlessly,’ but if there’s something I can get to help her, I want to buy it.

“A little.” That settles it, whether she likes it or not, we’re going shopping for her tomorrow.

“Cori, please let me take care of you.”

“Ashton, I don’t want people to-...”

“F*ck what people think Cori,” I interject. “I want to buy what you need because I care.”

“Okay, but we need to set a price limit.”

“Deal,” I reply, taking the victory where I can. “Goodnight,” I whisper, moving to kiss Cori’s cheek when I feel a very strong kick against my palm.

“Did you feel that?!” Cori exclaims. “They’re finally moving!”