Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted to You ❯ Chapter Thirteen ( Chapter 13 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.23.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 179 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.23.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 179 | Status: Completed
Eli didn't look down at her naked form. He couldn't. "I eat you out. I don't blow you. You know what I meant!"
"Get to work or go find a job."
He frowned and gave her an evil glare, but every so slowly he moved over her, his lips moving between her legs. She patted his head and relaxed. Damn it! How did she turn that around on him? His lips wrapped around hers, sucking and licking, his own cock growing hard as he reached down and began to stroke himself.
"Nope. No touching anyone but me. Not until you get a job."
"You can't keep me from touching myself."
"In my eye view I can."
He'd like to see her try. He went back to licking and sucking on her while stroking himself faster. She whacked him upside the head.
"Ow! Stop that or you don't get your blowjob!" She sat up and pushed him back on the bed. Grabbing some handcuffs, she handcuffed his hands to the head board. "H-hey!" He pulled at the handcuffs, but of course they weren't giving. "What is the big idea? I've got to go job hunting!"
She moved her hips over his face. "What the-" He didn't get time to finish before she was pressed against his lips. Damn her! The quickest way out of this was to get her off. Fine. He would do that, and tonight when he got home he would be prepared for her. Yes. His diabolical plan would soon go into effect! He ran his tongue along her lips, sliding and slipping it inside her.
Her hips rocked while she moaned. "Yes..."
Her juices were coating his lips, drizzling down his chin and dripping onto his chest. This was really getting her off. He couldn't remember the last time oral had caused her to get this wet. He began to work her harder, even though his options were limited, he nipped at her clit, rubbing it and grazing it with his teeth. It didn't take long before she came, crying out and arching.
She couldn't push herself any further against him, she was practically sitting on his face at that point. Her juices over flowed into his mouth and he had no choice but to lap them up and swallow.
Slowly she moved off him. Her tongue ran up his cock just before she undid the cuffs. "Find a job," she said then went to the bathroom.
"You're such a bitch!" he groaned. Once she was in the bathroom, he hurried stroked his cock to get off.
While Eli was looking for a job, Peyton was trying again. This time, she went to the other side of town. "She's the girl in the papers?"
"What?"
Two middle aged women passed her a newspaper as she sat in the back of the store for an interview. There on the page was her face and her father's as well as her doctor's. The press was eating up the fact that she had decided to burn them for trying to kill her unborn baby.
"You poor thing," one of the women said.
"Poor poor thing."
"And now you need a job for that little trooper?"
"Let's give her a job!"
"I agree! We can teach her all about babies and she'll get a discount!"
Peyton looked up. "Really?! You'll give me a job?!"
"Of course! It's a blessing you came here!"
One of them smiled. "What better place to work than one that will help you with the baby?"
Peyton smiled. She got her schedule and walked to the front of the store. It was a baby store. Full of cribs and things. She would get a discount on all of it... This really was a blessing. Her fingers ran over one of the cribs.
"I think we should give you a present for being pregnant!" Peyton turned to them, both of them nodding. "Do you like the crib?"
"We're not hiring now."
"Yeah. I know. You're the fourth place to tell me that," he sighed. "Come on You've got to have something at my pay grade."
"Oh yeah, for guys who have seniority. You don't I'm afraid. Look, I'm sorry but no one is going to be hiring now, especially not with your condition."
"My condition? I like sex. A lot."
"And it affects your job."
"Trust me, my wife will see to it that it doesn't," he lamented.
Eli frowned and fell silent as someone brought him the stock reports for the day. "Put it into the mutual investment."
"You won't want to do that," Eli sighed.
"Why not?"
"Mutual will go down probably by five percent before the day’s close. I'd go with Newton."
"But Newton is down by eight percent."
"Yeah, but Newton is a wild card. Today it isn't worth anything so buy cheap. Tomorrow sell it for a hell of a profit."
"Yeah...get out."
"Some people just don't appreciate genius." He shook his head and went to the next job hunt.
Peyton smiled at the new crib set up in the living room. Now all she needed was...everything else. She frowned. If she worked hard, really really hard, she could save, help pay bills, and get the things the baby needed.
Eli came home, tired and angry. It didn't help that while he was fuming he ran into something. "What the- What the hell is this?"
"A crib."
"Why in the hell do you have a crib and how much did this cost?"
"It was free...from my new bosses. And I have it for the baby, dumbass."
"Yeah well isn't...it...staying over in that apartment across the street?"
She looked him over. "So you do want a separation. Ok."
"I didn't say that!"
Her eyes hardened. "Look, Eli. This baby is going to be in my life. Every day, night and morning, for the rest of my life, or at least for eighteen years. You can either get on board, or stay the fuck out of my way!"
"Don't take that fucking tone with me! I've realized that you've formed some kind of attachment with it and that you want to keep it. Well...fine."
She screamed. She was having such a good day! Why did he always have to ruin what small happy moments she had!? "Don't talk to me for the rest of the day!" She stomped from him and went upstairs, slamming the door hard.
"That's my-" She slammed the door before he could finish. Muttering curse words, he went to the kitchen and grabbed a soda. He needed a drink.
In the morning, Peyton went to work. Of course, when she walked in, her bosses were smiling brightly. In their hands were baskets of goodies. "What's this?"
Eli sat at home, groggy and full of hate for the world. He hadn't gotten sex last night and there was this fucking crib blocking his view of the T.V. Grabbing it, he pulled it out of the living room and down to his storage closet. She had eight more months. This could collect dust until then.
It turned out that the two ladies Peyton worked for were sisters. Both had never married and never had children. That meant they had no grand children. Because of that, they decided to open up a baby store. It was the most popular and successful baby store in the whole city. They made thousands in just a week’s time. The sisters had a eye for the best baby things and only sold the best of the best.
Peyton happened to show up at the perfect time. They looked at her like a daughter...and her baby like one of their own. Though Peyton was uncomfortable with it all, she couldn't complain. She had a job...and they kept giving her free things for the baby. Though she wanted to bring them to Eli's place...she couldn't. Instead she took them to the apartment she had. She had baskets of blankets, baby rags, diapers, and so on. They wouldn't let her leave work without it all. She set them in what she wanted to be the baby's room.
After an hour of setting things up, she had the room looking like the beginning stages of...something.
Eli was eating a bowl of cereal when she got home. "Hey. How was work?"
"Good. I...really like it."
He looked her over and nodded, patting the spot beside him. "You 'really' like it, huh? Where is it that you work exactly. I'd imagine it has something to do with babies...."
"It's called New Beginnings."
"Huh? Sounds like a fun place."
She grabbed something to eat then sat down. "I can't afford this place... Eli, we have to move out."
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure I'll get a job eventually and then you won't even have to work."
"I want to work. And I can't count on you to find a job before rent is due, Eli. You said so yourself...the economy is bad." She sighed. "I'm moving to my apartment... I want you to come too."
He rolled his eyes and looked back at her. "Don't be so melodramatic. Your apartment is the size of my ground floor. Half of my stuff wouldn't even fit in there. We'll just suffer a bit until I find a job."
"No, you will. I won't."
"What is that suppose to mean? Why wouldn't you just stay here?"
"Because I don't want to be around when you go all crazy because we can't make rent. I'd rather be safely across the street."
"Please. You've never seen me go crazy over anything."
"Yes, and I don't want to. I'm emotional enough as it is."
"You're not that bad. I was expecting a lot worse. At least you haven't gotten fat yet. She slapped him. "Ow! Shit! What was that for?" Standing, she glared at him then went upstairs and slammed the door again. "What the fuck did I do now?" With a groan, he set he cereal down and followed after her.
Oh how she hated him! He was horrible!
"Sweetie?" He opened up the door and slipped in behind her.
"Go away."
"Nope. Come here, hug me, love me, and forgive me."
"No."
"Will you at least tell me what I did now?"
"The fact that you don't know makes it worse! Get out before I cut you!"
"Please, we both know you wouldn't hurt me. You don't have it in you." A knife few by his head. "See. You didn't stab me." He grinned and moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her. "Why don't I bend you over and plow into you so hard that you forget about everything else." She punched him in the face. "Fuck, I think you broke my nose!"
"Good..."
"Bitch..."
"Ass hole."
"Don't mention ass holes.... I'm still walking bowlegged."
"Get out."
"No, not until-" He stopped when the phone rang. He waited for her to get it, but when she jus glared at him he walked over and picked up the phone. "Hello?""Mr. Hawthorne?""Speaking.""You came by for a job interview the other day and you gave me a bit of advice on the market.""Yeah.""It seems that you were correct. I should have invested as you said. I could have made triple on that deal. I was wondering if you might like to come in and discuss some more ideas. Perhaps at the board meeting on Friday."Eli smirked and nodded, already he was pulling his pants off. "Sounds good. See you there." Peyton's eyes widened. "Looks like I might have a job on Friday."
"Might."
"Might still deserves sex."
"No. I said once you get a job. Come back to me when you have a large pay check."
"Oh come on! I didn't get any last night. I need something!"
"There is some lotion in the bathroom."
"Something more than that!"
"Too bad." She crawled in bed and laid down.
He growled and moved toward the bed. "Too bad for you," he said, slipping in bed and sliding his hand over her thigh, stroking upward and tugging at her panties. She kicked back and hit his balls. He whimpered and rolled over, groaning and tossing around. "Son of a...God that hurts!"
"Goodnight, Sweetie."
He rolled closer to her and sighed against her neck. God he couldn't believe what he was about to do. "Please Peyton?" he asked softly. "I'll be a good boy. I promise...."
"You're insensitive and a jerk, Eli. You only care about yourself. No."
"No. I care about you too."
"If you did, you would treat me a lot better," she pouted.
"Hey, I treat you good. I give you whatever you want. I rarely ever deny you."
"Whatever."
"Tell me...what you would like me to do...."
"Leave me alone."
"Fine..." He muttered something and rolled over. His hand moved beneath the covers and he began stroking himself. If she wasn't going to do anything for him then he would do it for himself.
Peyton closed her eyes with a yawn. She rolled over to him and snuggled against him. His hand froze on his cock as her arms wrapped around him. He couldn't even make the simple movement of stroking himself without bothering her and he would be damned if he got her angry again. Fuck...
Peyton went to work the next day after fixing Eli breakfast. The two sisters were as gitty as always and had more goodies for her. At lunch they took away her snack cakes and replaced them with fruits and vegetables. "You need a good diet for the baby."
"Yes, no junk food."
"Get to work or go find a job."
He frowned and gave her an evil glare, but every so slowly he moved over her, his lips moving between her legs. She patted his head and relaxed. Damn it! How did she turn that around on him? His lips wrapped around hers, sucking and licking, his own cock growing hard as he reached down and began to stroke himself.
"Nope. No touching anyone but me. Not until you get a job."
"You can't keep me from touching myself."
"In my eye view I can."
He'd like to see her try. He went back to licking and sucking on her while stroking himself faster. She whacked him upside the head.
"Ow! Stop that or you don't get your blowjob!" She sat up and pushed him back on the bed. Grabbing some handcuffs, she handcuffed his hands to the head board. "H-hey!" He pulled at the handcuffs, but of course they weren't giving. "What is the big idea? I've got to go job hunting!"
She moved her hips over his face. "What the-" He didn't get time to finish before she was pressed against his lips. Damn her! The quickest way out of this was to get her off. Fine. He would do that, and tonight when he got home he would be prepared for her. Yes. His diabolical plan would soon go into effect! He ran his tongue along her lips, sliding and slipping it inside her.
Her hips rocked while she moaned. "Yes..."
Her juices were coating his lips, drizzling down his chin and dripping onto his chest. This was really getting her off. He couldn't remember the last time oral had caused her to get this wet. He began to work her harder, even though his options were limited, he nipped at her clit, rubbing it and grazing it with his teeth. It didn't take long before she came, crying out and arching.
She couldn't push herself any further against him, she was practically sitting on his face at that point. Her juices over flowed into his mouth and he had no choice but to lap them up and swallow.
Slowly she moved off him. Her tongue ran up his cock just before she undid the cuffs. "Find a job," she said then went to the bathroom.
"You're such a bitch!" he groaned. Once she was in the bathroom, he hurried stroked his cock to get off.
While Eli was looking for a job, Peyton was trying again. This time, she went to the other side of town. "She's the girl in the papers?"
"What?"
Two middle aged women passed her a newspaper as she sat in the back of the store for an interview. There on the page was her face and her father's as well as her doctor's. The press was eating up the fact that she had decided to burn them for trying to kill her unborn baby.
"You poor thing," one of the women said.
"Poor poor thing."
"And now you need a job for that little trooper?"
"Let's give her a job!"
"I agree! We can teach her all about babies and she'll get a discount!"
Peyton looked up. "Really?! You'll give me a job?!"
"Of course! It's a blessing you came here!"
One of them smiled. "What better place to work than one that will help you with the baby?"
Peyton smiled. She got her schedule and walked to the front of the store. It was a baby store. Full of cribs and things. She would get a discount on all of it... This really was a blessing. Her fingers ran over one of the cribs.
"I think we should give you a present for being pregnant!" Peyton turned to them, both of them nodding. "Do you like the crib?"
"We're not hiring now."
"Yeah. I know. You're the fourth place to tell me that," he sighed. "Come on You've got to have something at my pay grade."
"Oh yeah, for guys who have seniority. You don't I'm afraid. Look, I'm sorry but no one is going to be hiring now, especially not with your condition."
"My condition? I like sex. A lot."
"And it affects your job."
"Trust me, my wife will see to it that it doesn't," he lamented.
Eli frowned and fell silent as someone brought him the stock reports for the day. "Put it into the mutual investment."
"You won't want to do that," Eli sighed.
"Why not?"
"Mutual will go down probably by five percent before the day’s close. I'd go with Newton."
"But Newton is down by eight percent."
"Yeah, but Newton is a wild card. Today it isn't worth anything so buy cheap. Tomorrow sell it for a hell of a profit."
"Yeah...get out."
"Some people just don't appreciate genius." He shook his head and went to the next job hunt.
Peyton smiled at the new crib set up in the living room. Now all she needed was...everything else. She frowned. If she worked hard, really really hard, she could save, help pay bills, and get the things the baby needed.
Eli came home, tired and angry. It didn't help that while he was fuming he ran into something. "What the- What the hell is this?"
"A crib."
"Why in the hell do you have a crib and how much did this cost?"
"It was free...from my new bosses. And I have it for the baby, dumbass."
"Yeah well isn't...it...staying over in that apartment across the street?"
She looked him over. "So you do want a separation. Ok."
"I didn't say that!"
Her eyes hardened. "Look, Eli. This baby is going to be in my life. Every day, night and morning, for the rest of my life, or at least for eighteen years. You can either get on board, or stay the fuck out of my way!"
"Don't take that fucking tone with me! I've realized that you've formed some kind of attachment with it and that you want to keep it. Well...fine."
She screamed. She was having such a good day! Why did he always have to ruin what small happy moments she had!? "Don't talk to me for the rest of the day!" She stomped from him and went upstairs, slamming the door hard.
"That's my-" She slammed the door before he could finish. Muttering curse words, he went to the kitchen and grabbed a soda. He needed a drink.
In the morning, Peyton went to work. Of course, when she walked in, her bosses were smiling brightly. In their hands were baskets of goodies. "What's this?"
Eli sat at home, groggy and full of hate for the world. He hadn't gotten sex last night and there was this fucking crib blocking his view of the T.V. Grabbing it, he pulled it out of the living room and down to his storage closet. She had eight more months. This could collect dust until then.
It turned out that the two ladies Peyton worked for were sisters. Both had never married and never had children. That meant they had no grand children. Because of that, they decided to open up a baby store. It was the most popular and successful baby store in the whole city. They made thousands in just a week’s time. The sisters had a eye for the best baby things and only sold the best of the best.
Peyton happened to show up at the perfect time. They looked at her like a daughter...and her baby like one of their own. Though Peyton was uncomfortable with it all, she couldn't complain. She had a job...and they kept giving her free things for the baby. Though she wanted to bring them to Eli's place...she couldn't. Instead she took them to the apartment she had. She had baskets of blankets, baby rags, diapers, and so on. They wouldn't let her leave work without it all. She set them in what she wanted to be the baby's room.
After an hour of setting things up, she had the room looking like the beginning stages of...something.
Eli was eating a bowl of cereal when she got home. "Hey. How was work?"
"Good. I...really like it."
He looked her over and nodded, patting the spot beside him. "You 'really' like it, huh? Where is it that you work exactly. I'd imagine it has something to do with babies...."
"It's called New Beginnings."
"Huh? Sounds like a fun place."
She grabbed something to eat then sat down. "I can't afford this place... Eli, we have to move out."
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure I'll get a job eventually and then you won't even have to work."
"I want to work. And I can't count on you to find a job before rent is due, Eli. You said so yourself...the economy is bad." She sighed. "I'm moving to my apartment... I want you to come too."
He rolled his eyes and looked back at her. "Don't be so melodramatic. Your apartment is the size of my ground floor. Half of my stuff wouldn't even fit in there. We'll just suffer a bit until I find a job."
"No, you will. I won't."
"What is that suppose to mean? Why wouldn't you just stay here?"
"Because I don't want to be around when you go all crazy because we can't make rent. I'd rather be safely across the street."
"Please. You've never seen me go crazy over anything."
"Yes, and I don't want to. I'm emotional enough as it is."
"You're not that bad. I was expecting a lot worse. At least you haven't gotten fat yet. She slapped him. "Ow! Shit! What was that for?" Standing, she glared at him then went upstairs and slammed the door again. "What the fuck did I do now?" With a groan, he set he cereal down and followed after her.
Oh how she hated him! He was horrible!
"Sweetie?" He opened up the door and slipped in behind her.
"Go away."
"Nope. Come here, hug me, love me, and forgive me."
"No."
"Will you at least tell me what I did now?"
"The fact that you don't know makes it worse! Get out before I cut you!"
"Please, we both know you wouldn't hurt me. You don't have it in you." A knife few by his head. "See. You didn't stab me." He grinned and moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her. "Why don't I bend you over and plow into you so hard that you forget about everything else." She punched him in the face. "Fuck, I think you broke my nose!"
"Good..."
"Bitch..."
"Ass hole."
"Don't mention ass holes.... I'm still walking bowlegged."
"Get out."
"No, not until-" He stopped when the phone rang. He waited for her to get it, but when she jus glared at him he walked over and picked up the phone. "Hello?""Mr. Hawthorne?""Speaking.""You came by for a job interview the other day and you gave me a bit of advice on the market.""Yeah.""It seems that you were correct. I should have invested as you said. I could have made triple on that deal. I was wondering if you might like to come in and discuss some more ideas. Perhaps at the board meeting on Friday."Eli smirked and nodded, already he was pulling his pants off. "Sounds good. See you there." Peyton's eyes widened. "Looks like I might have a job on Friday."
"Might."
"Might still deserves sex."
"No. I said once you get a job. Come back to me when you have a large pay check."
"Oh come on! I didn't get any last night. I need something!"
"There is some lotion in the bathroom."
"Something more than that!"
"Too bad." She crawled in bed and laid down.
He growled and moved toward the bed. "Too bad for you," he said, slipping in bed and sliding his hand over her thigh, stroking upward and tugging at her panties. She kicked back and hit his balls. He whimpered and rolled over, groaning and tossing around. "Son of a...God that hurts!"
"Goodnight, Sweetie."
He rolled closer to her and sighed against her neck. God he couldn't believe what he was about to do. "Please Peyton?" he asked softly. "I'll be a good boy. I promise...."
"You're insensitive and a jerk, Eli. You only care about yourself. No."
"No. I care about you too."
"If you did, you would treat me a lot better," she pouted.
"Hey, I treat you good. I give you whatever you want. I rarely ever deny you."
"Whatever."
"Tell me...what you would like me to do...."
"Leave me alone."
"Fine..." He muttered something and rolled over. His hand moved beneath the covers and he began stroking himself. If she wasn't going to do anything for him then he would do it for himself.
Peyton closed her eyes with a yawn. She rolled over to him and snuggled against him. His hand froze on his cock as her arms wrapped around him. He couldn't even make the simple movement of stroking himself without bothering her and he would be damned if he got her angry again. Fuck...
Peyton went to work the next day after fixing Eli breakfast. The two sisters were as gitty as always and had more goodies for her. At lunch they took away her snack cakes and replaced them with fruits and vegetables. "You need a good diet for the baby."
"Yes, no junk food."