Eric POV
I don't know what has gotten into me but somehow I am possessed by the urge to make this woman accept me. She is nothing like I ever encountered before. Well, she is as self-assured and no nonsense as Tris and Ronnie but there is something there that speaks to me. It screamed for my attention and holds it firmly now.
I am enthralled and the ultimate challenge offered got my blood flowing.
Prove it!
I pull up her picture again and squint before enlarging it to see better. That ass is just beyond words. Delectable. I want to grab it, squeeze it, kiss it, lick it and do unspeakable things to it.
I feel like a man possessed whenever I look at it but it bothers me that no matter what I do, I end up giving the woman blonde hair and blue eyes on top of Tris' sultry voice.
I want the whole dick!
I knew she didn't mean just my cock but me, the self-proclaimed dick when she said it. While I didn't comment, I offered myself to her and she hesitated. I am going to make her give in, sign on the dotted line and then I am going to fuck her until she is about to birth my son or daughter.
There is a primal need that was buried deep inside of me and she unleashed the beast. There is no shoving it back into the cage it escaped from. Nothing will soothe it but having her.
Without thinking twice I hit print a couple more times and palm my aching cock while walking to the printer to retrieve my bounty.
Snagging the tape, I return to my bed and look around.
Grabbing a pillow, I prop it up and set the picture right on top before setting up my tablet. Having the camera and screen face me, I make some adjustments before kneeling down in front of my picture. Checking the screen, I realise it won't work but there is another option.
With shaking limbs I lie down and pull my black comforter up to cover myself as much as possible. Next, I prop the pillow up on my lap before moving the tablet around.
When I am satisfied with what I see I hit record and grab my dick while staring at her ass.
First I am biting my lip when I start working myself over but soon I can't hold in my moans. Conscious of my voice being recognisable, I decide I can always edit the video if I have to but I don't want to hold back.
I daren't close my eyes when, once more, the woman with the magnificent ass morphs in my minds' eye and her hair shimmers blonde before her head turns to me and she looks at me with wide blue eyes.
"Eric, come on. I know you want it," she whispers and I whimper when my dick starts leaking.
"If you want me to strip then you just have to come over here and do it yourself. I won't stop you from removing my top… or sliding my panties down. Don't you want to touch me?"
"I want to, I want you," I moan.
"Then take me."
"I am going to fuck you! I am going to claim you as mine for the whole world to see. Mark you inside out. Pump you full of my seed until you look pregnant. I will fuck a baby right into you and the moment it is out I will give you another one. You will look fucking awesome carrying my child and I will keep you round for the rest of your life."
I can feel my breath hitch and whimper, fucking whimper when my balls draw up.
I close my eyes for just a second but when I open them again I swear I see Tris, round with my child, in the picture.
"Tris," I shout while I come all over said picture, panting like a dog in heat. "Fuck," I scream, hitting my mattress hard when I realise what I just did. "Fuck," I groan when I admit to myself what it means.
"I am screwed."
And ain't that the ugly truth.
There is just one thing left to do and I hate having to do it but it is the right thing.
I don't even bother cleaning up before I grab the tablet and get to work. The moment I hit 'send' I get up, dump the soiled pillow in front of the washing machine and walk straight into the kitchen.
Looking through my cabinets, I decide on forgoing the alcohol in favour of one of the strong painkillers I have left over from a more serious injury I sustained.
I want to sleep and not think but I need to be able to get out of bed and function come morning. Today I am going to forget and tomorrow I will make some decisions for my future.
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Tris POV
I watch the video and then again before taking a shuddering breath. My mind is all over the place and I have no idea what I should do.
Throwing the covers aside, I grab my robe and head out the door with my tablet clutched to my chest.
Hitting Ronnie's doorbell hard, I pray she is still awake.
Luck is on my side and she takes one look at me before opening the door wide in silent invitation.
I walk past her without saying a word and throw myself onto her couch.
"You look like I need to break out a bottle of the good stuff," she quips and I nod. "Fuck me! What happened?"
I hold out my tablet to her and she doesn't hesitate before grabbing it.
I watch over her shoulder as she reads my whole back and forth with Eric before she comes to the video.
"May I?"
"Yes," I croak and she hits play.
The volume is still the way I left it. Loud enough to hear all that is said but not in a way that it's broadcasting to the neighbours what I am watching.
Ronnie pauses twenty seconds in when the text Eric edited in is on full display.
I thought I found someone special in you but it seems my subconscious knows better. I am sorry for what you are about to watch but it is for the best to explain this way why I am withdrawing from the program.
"He accepted your challenge, asked you to sign all the consent forms, taped a video starting off with him masturbating to your booty pic and now he is ditching you?! I am your girl if you need help beating him up. What an ass, he needs to be banned from the program, permanently excluded and all perks forever denied. I'll call Jeanine first thing in the morning. Fuck that, we take your tablet and visit her in the morning…"
"Just watch it," I interrupt Ronnie's tirade, still feeling like I landed in an alternate reality.
I end up pushing the button for her and Ronnie gasps when Eric starts talking. He tried to bleep out my name but if you pay attention and have it loud enough you can still hear it.
Just like me she restarts the video and watches it again.
"He dumped you by telling you he wants to make babies with you," she asks me, sounding incredulous.
"Well, Eric withdrew his vow to prove to me he should be given the privilege to give me babies because he realised he wants to do that to someone else."
"Who happens to be you. What a fucked up situation. What are you going to do? Did you really want him to win you over?"
"As surprising as it may sound, yes."
I sound pitiful and Ronnie's look tells me the same.
"Then grab your big girl panties and stake your claim on him first. Come on, get dressed, we have things to do!"
"We do?"
"Yes, we need to find some yellow paint and go to town on your bedside lamps. Maybe you can hit Eric over the head with one before gifting him the other," she deadpans and I can feel a smile come onto my face when a plan forms on my mind.
…
"Rise and shine, time to tame the beast," Ronnie greets me with a way too cheery voice.
I grumble and turn around, burying my head deep into my pillow while pulling the blanket over my head. A blanket which promptly disappears.
"I am tired, Ronnie," I groan.
"Not as tired as you will be come tomorrow morning. Get your ass up and catch that skittish dick."
I can't help the laugh and finally wake up enough to crawl out of bed and join Ronnie for a rather lavish breakfast.
"How come you are so well rested?"
"Because I didn't have an idiot to deal with. No sense losing sleep over someone else's spilled milk."
Instead of answering I just shove another piece of muffin into my mouth before washing it down with a sip of coffee.
"You've got this, Tris. Make him beg," Ronnie grins and I can feel myself smirk.
"You are really looking forward to seeing Eric realise what he did, don't you," I tease.
"Abso-fucking-lutely."
"After this you can tease him from time to time but keep it to the bare minimum," I demand.
"I make no promises but if you put on a great show I might consider being lenient."
I eye Ronnie but she looks pointedly at the clock and I finish breakfast before rushing home to shower and change,
…
"I feel like a good workout today, anyone game," I ask after we conclude our daily morning brief.
To my surprise everyone agrees and I find myself bouncing on my balls with nervous energy while Ronnie wipes the floor with both Max and Jonathan before leaving the ring to me. Eric has been staring at me ever since he took up position on the opposite side and I made sure to meet his eyes ever so often.
"Feeling up for it today," I goad despite noticing how tired he looks.
"Cockiness will be your downfall, Tris," Eric lectures but I just smirk at him before going in on my first verbal attack.
"I don't mind cock, Eric. Men being dicks, though, that's another topic."
Eric freezes for a moment and I would have missed it had I not looked for a sign that my words hit a nerve.
"Trouble with the ex before you fully rekindled your romance?"
"No, a different dick who doesn't know shit," I state. "Jeanine's program is not bad but you can't control stupid men."
"Are you two going to ask for a cup of coffee and some cake to finish your gossip session in style or are we going to see a fight," Max shouts loudly from the sideline.
I don't wait for Eric before I go all in and then it's on. Round after round we go. We both strip outer layers until Eric is just in training shorts and I am sporting a sports bra and shorts.
We both know I am going to make my move soon and it seems Eric has been counting on it. I can see his demeanour change, he has a plan and it might have a lot to do with what happened last night and not so much with him having a brand new idea he wants to test out regarding getting away from me.
When my opening comes I don't hesitate to jump up and throw my legs over Eric's shoulders until my crotch lands basically in his face. Ronnie is right, this is quite indecent but today it has a higher purpose.
Eric's arms encircle my thighs and he pulls me in close. My breath hitches when his mouth meets my cloth covered crotch. So that's what he has planned for me? Seduction on the mats?
Following his guide, I wriggle a few more times and enjoy watching his eyes widen when I don't shy away from his advances.
Tightening around him, I adjust my position and then I go in for the kill.
When he is about to pass out I lean in and whisper in his ear.
"Dick."
"That man never learns. Get off, Tris, you won," Max calls out and I slowly slide off Eric while Ronnie comes up and hands me the props we brought. "Uh, what are you doing?"
Max sounds worried when I place my bright yellow bedside lamp on Eric's chest with a note pinned beneath it before setting his tablet down within reach. I snap a quick picture with my own before hitting a few buttons, causing Eric's tablet to sound off some alerts.
"Don't worry, Max, Tris is just helping Eric get his perks," Ronnie quips and Max looks utterly confused while Jonathan breaks into laughter.
"Got matched with Eric, Tris?"
"Sure did. He was being a dick and I am establishing the pecking order," I call back.
"You and Eric," Max gasps.
"Well, he asked me to sign the papers and then took that offer back so I don't know if he changes his mind once he comes around."
"He did what?!"
"Long story, Max," I sigh.
"Come on, old man, I will fill you in," Ronnie promises before dragging both Max and Jonathan out.
Eric should come around soon but I don't want to be right there when he does so I head into the locker room to shower. I sure worked up a sweat during our fight.
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Eric POV
I come to with a groan and realise that the fuckers left me alone in the training room. Normally they are still around and I don't think I was passed out for long. Tris might have the ability to render me unconscious but she can't keep me down for long.
Blinking my eyes to get my bearings, I notice they put something onto my chest. Did they really play a practical joke on me while I was out, I wonder, but then I freeze when I see the bright yellow lamp.
Rubbing my eyes a couple of times, it doesn't disappear and I tentatively stretch my hand out until it lands on the solid material.
I grab the lamp and roll to my side, setting it down before noticing the crinkle sound of paper.
Looking down my chest, I see a note taped to my shorts and pluck it off.
…
Dick,
Go find your balls.
…
"What the hell?!"
This doesn't make sense and whatever comes to my muddled mind is just so ludicrous, I dismiss it immediately as my mind making shit up. That is until I see my tablet.
Deciding to go with the flow, I unlock it and see it is asking me to log into the program with my pin. I enter my code and see three messages waiting for me.
…
1694 to 1855
I have the bigger balls! 📎
…
A picture of me lying prone on the mat with the lamp and note attached appears.
The next two messages contain notifications.
1694 signed consent form A.
1694 signed consent form B.
…
"Fuck!" Shit, I am lucky she left me with my balls intact, I muse. Still, my mood improves drastically and I laugh out loud when I enter the locker room, just to find two pictures taped to mine and Tris'. Hers is sporting the one I sent her from the shower and mine her magnificent ass shot.
"I get it," I call out and am rewarded with a pleased laugh.
Rounding the corner, I see Tris is still inside one of the shower stalls, the curtain drawn closed but no water running.
"I am coming in," I warn.
"Took you long enough."
"I have plans," I announce as I approach the curtain, kicking off my shorts as I go.
"Hmmm."
"I am going to grab that ass and hold it tight while I fuck you against the wall." My boxers slide down my legs and I leave them where I stand, right in front of the curtain.
"I think you are forgetting something important, Eric."
Tris' voice so close to me does nothing to clear my mind but I falter in my steps, trying to think of something I might have missed.
"Nothing as important as setting the record straight."
The curtain opens, revealing an indeed naked Tris and I get distracted by her amazing tits, bared to me for the very first time until she slaps something against my chest.
Looking down, I see her tablet, covered in a clear plastic bag and with her program open.
There is a status update request open and it states that 1855 hasn't signed any consent forms yet.
"Shit," I curse and take a reluctant step back before turning around and looking frantically for where I may have dropped my tablet.
"It's on the bench," Tris calls out ever so helpfully and I make quick work of activating the forms, not bothering to read the fine print before sending it off into the depth of Jeanine's system.
Tris' tablet beeps twice and I see her glancing down before stepping out of the shower and putting her tablet safely onto the side.
I reach Tris before she straightens up and she squeals when my hot body meets her wet and slightly cold one.
"I am going to kiss you now," I announce while my lips are already descending on hers.
I swallow her reply and her hands clutching to my neck tell me she doesn't want me to stop. Her lips part in invitation and I waste no time greeting her properly. Our tongues dance while our bodies rub against each other. Tris wriggles around before I can feel her muscles tense.
I don't bother stopping the kiss to ask what's wrong but I slow down while trying to assess the situation.
There was nothing to worry about, it turns out, Tris is just taking matters into her own hands and that is forcing me to make good on my promise.
She jumps up and I am ready to catch her.
We both moan when I massage her tight globes while she undulates against me.
While I had every intention to fuck her in the shower, we don't make it inside before I push her back against the wall. Tris doesn't mind, her heels press against my ass while one of her hands sneaks down to grab me firmly.
"Fuck," I moan when she takes the time to stroke me a couple of times.
"Uh huh," Tris moans while pressing my length against her clit.
She moves her body up and down, one hand holding onto my neck, and I press harder against her, trying to create more friction and pressure on her clit.
"I am not on birth control," Tris mewls while pressing my tip harshly against her bundle of nerves with her flattened hand.
I know what she is saying, I know what she is asking.
"Whatever you want, Tris," I grunt before kissing her once more.
I can feel her head bop up and down and then her hands land on my shoulders. I am ready to take a step back and find us some condoms when she tilts her pelvis and takes me inside her so swiftly, I am amazed I didn't tear anything. She is so wet, it's smooth sailing from the moment my head notches into her pussy.
Her walls grip me tightly and it is fucking sensual overload for me.
I have never gone bareback before. There was always a condom. Fuck, there were always layers of clothes. This is naked skin all around, our tongues dancing and her silky soft, hot and wet walls clenching down on me. I jerk and almost come on the spot.
Tris doesn't help matters at all, her body undulates against mine, seeking friction, stimulation. Any help from my side is appreciated and I finally snap out of my trance and shove my hand towards her clit.
"Seconds left," I warn, rubbing furiously and Tris clenches down on me, hard.
I don't stop and her walls tighten around me rhythmically until I just can't prevent my orgasm anymore.
Tris moans when I swell further, jerk and coat her walls in my come. Her passage grips me tight and doesn't let go for a couple of seconds before contracting around me in a weird pattern that seems to milk more and more sperm out of me.
"It's never been like this," I pant when Tris goes limp in my arms.
"Uh huh," is her weak reply before she finally turns her head and looks at me with a tired yet satisfied look on her face. "Will take some time to get used to baby making…"
This should bring me up short but I am oddly pleased with the idea of one of my swimmers hitting a goal any second.
"Cocky," Tris grumbles, weakly slapping my chest.
"Your dick," I agree.
"Stress relief and reaping perks will be fun," Tris quips, regaining her equilibrium. "Can you move us into the shower?"
I do as requested and after we are thoroughly cleansed I am recovered enough to get us dirty once more.
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Epilogue
"Tris," I shout when my tablet pings with an alert from the populous program.
"Why are you still sending me messages on this thing," I complain loudly.
"Because this is the way we are supposed to handle things," is her smart reply while coming back into my office.
"Do I look like I fucking care what Jeanine wants," I challenge.
"No, but you seemed to be interested in the perks of the program," my wife deadpans.
"The perks allow me to spend more time with you. Totally different. You want to talk to me or message me, do it, but don't keep using that program," I demand while finally glancing down to see what she sent me. Maybe it is another picture…
"Yes," I cheer when I see her message contains an attachment. My fingers work overtime, clicking on it and then I can feel my smile drop.
"Your ass is the other way and you cut off your tits," I complain just as another notification comes in.
"Here is my ass, dick," Tris deadpans while sliding onto my lap.
"Tris," Max shouts down the corridor.
"I am with Eric," Tris shouts back.
"Good job," Max hollers.
"Thank you!"
I can hear a door close and finally focus back down on my tablet.
"What the fuck," I mumble when I see the official looking notification in my inbox.
"Did you get one too," I ask while clicking on it.
I more feel than see Tris bend to the side to grab her tablet, my mind too busy trying to catch up to what my eyes see.
"Oh look, here is mine," Tris quips, showing me the same notification I have. "We now qualify for perks."
"I can see that but it doesn't say why. We signed those consent forms weeks ago. If they were to reward us for simply making it official they should not have procrastinated that long… ow," I grunt when Tris slaps the side of my thigh.
I have a bruise there and she knows it.
"Let's recap, shall we?"
I don't dare say anything upon hearing her tone of voice.
"We signed those consent forms, both consent forms, weeks ago but we only qualify for perks now. Why could that be, Eric?"
I look up and get lost in her eyes until she speaks again.
"Do I need to make you a Father's Day card, Eric?"
"An ultrasound picture will do just fine," I deadpan before kissing the ever living shit out of her to compensate for my momentary lack of mental capacity. "Thank you."
"For getting you out of nightshifts?"
"For giving us a reason to work a different nightshift," I amend, causing Tris to roll her eyes.
"Pretty sure you are half responsible for the job description change."
"I can't wait to see you grow round," I admit, my hands sliding over her flat stomach, cradling something that is not yet visible to the outside world. "To feel our child move, to hold both of you."
"When did you turn into such a sap?"
"When you added colour to my life," I deadpan but we both know it is god's honest truth. "I love you."
"Love you too. Come on, let's see how many early perks we can get out of Max."
"As many as we want. We are saving the faction, the city and fulfil the quota for leadership participation. He will give us anything we want."
"What I want is getting bent over the couch. How soon can we get out of here?"
Little minx rubs her ass against my growing erection before sliding off my lap and walking to the door.
"Coming?"
Soon, very soon, I promise myself before jumping up, trying to keep up with Tris.
THE END