My week with Ryan was filled with more sex than I could've imagined. I mean, we had sex on countertops, in the hot tub, on the couch, the floor, the bed, in the shower. It was like he could never get enough. I was so happy to be useful to him, though. After going so long without Derek and craving physical connection, I was ecstatic to be in this position. It felt like a blessing.

Today was test day and I had a sneaking suspicion that I wasn't pregnant yet. I could tell. But, I sat there anyway, alone in the bathroom. The men weren't even awake yet. But this moment had been on my mind all night so I had barely slept. I figured 'why not get it over with?' So that's what I was doing. I scrolled on my phone as I sat on the closed toilet lid waiting to read the test. I was shaking.

Suddenly the timer went off and jolted me out of my mindless scrolling. It was the moment of truth. So I put my phone down and walked over to the sink, not even wanting to see the negative result I knew was going to be there. But I forced myself to look. Either way, I had to know.

My hands were trembling as I looked in the mirror and took a big deep breath. I was stalling. I shook my head at myself and finally looked down at the test. I knew it. Negative. I tried not to get too upset because I knew it could also just be a little too early to tell. But I couldn't stop the disappointment. I wanted to give Ryan and Natalie a family. I wanted to see what I would look like all big and pregnant. But, it wasn't to be yet. So, I threw the test away and went out to the living room to mindlessly scroll some more. I knew I had to tell the guys once they woke up. I hoped they wouldn't be too upset.

It was a few hours later when I heard footsteps from the stairs. I had secretly hoped it was Derek so I could tell him first. But, my luck was not good today as I looked up and Ryan comes walking towards me. He approaches the couch silently and I knew what he wanted. This is how we'd started every morning this week. So, as he got to his knees in front of me, I opened my legs as wide as I could. Grateful for the distraction from my thoughts, even if just for a moment.

He wasted no time diving in and devouring my pussy in the best way. My head fell back against the couch and I reached down and held his head; my fingers gripping his short hair as tight as I could. He took my breath away. His tongue licking up and down and his lips kissing and suckling at my wet folds was like magic. He brought me to the edge easily. He's not even been down there five minutes and I was gone. I was ready to explode. I tried to be quiet knowing Derek was still sleeping, but it was getting so hard. Ryan was so good at this.

I started to hump his face softly as he continued enjoying me. It was like my brain and my body had disconnected and my body was moving on its own. I was drowning in the euphoria, but I didn't want it to stop. I begged him not to stop. This man was doing things to me that no one had ever done and I was helpless to it. I could do nothing but take every ounce of what he was giving me.

Quickly, I was thrown headfirst into wanting to cum. I needed it. So I begged. But as I started to beg, he stopped. He pulled away from me. I looked down at him with a furrowed brow, but my only response from him was the shit eating grin on his face. He gave me a few moments and I had almost calmed down completely; orgasm long forgotten. Then, he dove back in. That's when it clicked. He was going to edge me. He was going to push me to my limits and then past them. Oh I was excited!

I swear this went on for about an hour. Ryan would feast on my dripping wet pussy until I was begging for release and then he would completely pull away; letting me calm down before repeating the process. I was desperate. Raspy screams tearing from my lungs as I begged. Tears flowing down my cheeks. I needed release like I needed air. I wanted to cum so fucking bad.

I was getting closer to the point of not being able to stop myself from cumming. I was literal seconds away. I tried desperately to hold on. I wanted to be good for him. I had to be good. I cried louder as he continued eating me out. It felt amazing but I knew I was about to explode. I couldn't take it anymore.

I squeezed my eyes shut tight and sat up a little as my abs clenched. He was still tasting me, but now, he shoved two fingers deep inside me and that was it. That was my end. I dug my nails into the couch as I squirted around Ryan's fingers and all over his face with a scream I had never heard from myself. I thought for sure I was in trouble. But as I focused in a bit, I heard him praising me. He told me I was a good girl. I smiled lazily knowing that I wasn't in trouble. I felt so much better.

A few minutes later, Derek comes down the steps. When he reaches the couch, he gives me a kiss on my head before greeting Ryan. I figured it was now or never. I still needed to tell them that I wasn't pregnant. Well, here goes nothing. I took a deep breath to prepare myself.

"Hey guys, can we talk? Sorry Derek I know you just woke up." They both agree and Derek turns the tv off, giving me their undivided attention.

"So…I took a test this morning. As per our agreement." I paused, looking at their faces and knowing I was about to break their hearts. Even Derek looked hopeful.

"It's negative. I'm not pregnant. It may just be too early since I haven't technically missed my period yet. But I think it's accurate. I don't feel pregnant. Like, nothings changed."

I look away from their eyes, defeated. Ryan scoots closer to me on the couch and Derek comes over on the other side. They sandwich me between them. Derek places a lingering kiss on the top of my head and Ryan rubs my thigh. Then, Ryan tilts my chin up towards him and he's smiling.

"It's okay, Skye. We knew that the first time probably wouldn't work. Plus, this just means we get to try again next month. More fun for us!" He laughs and I can't help but laugh too. I could tell he was a little disappointed but I appreciated the attempt at making me feel better.

That was mid-January. Here we are in February now and my ovulation week is about to start. I was honestly excited to see Ryan again. The month in between had done me some good. It was like a celibacy break. It made me want him. No, it made me crave him. I knew what this week would entail and I was excited.

The day he arrived, I waited by the front door on my knees. I didn't know what time he was going to be here, but I didn't want to miss it. Truth be told, I missed him. I felt bad, almost like I was cheating on Derek. But I missed Ryan.

It was about 4 pm when I finally heard his car pull up in the driveway. I hadn't done this the first time, but this time I was stark naked, on my knees. Ready for Ryan to have his way with me. I smiled wide as I heard him walking up to the front door. He knocked once and Derek opened the door, smiling as he greeted him. Ryan hadn't noticed me on the floor next to him yet.

Derek let him in and as he crossed the threshold with his luggage, his eyes found mine. He smiled wide. I smiled softly and tilted my head shyly. I wanted him to be pleased with me.

"Well well well, what's this?" Ryan says as the door closes behind him. Derek speaks up.

"She wanted to show you that she's ready. Your unlimited access to her starts right now if you want it."

I look back up at him as he ponders what Derek had said. Then, he walks over to me and presses his clothed crotch right against my face. He looks down at me as he speaks again.

"Is this what you want? Huh? Yeah you want my cock don't you, you little slut. Can't even wait five minutes for me to get in the door. Fine. Take it. Suck me off. But you better do a good job." He takes his belt off and opens his jeans. Not taking them off, just opening them so he can release his stiff length.

I smile as it comes into view before his hand is heavy on the back of my head, pulling me in. I open my jaw wide and his cock slides down my throat fairly easily. He threads his fingers through my hair tightly, moving my head back and forth as he sees fit. He's in control and I'm loving every single second of it.

It only takes maybe 10 minutes before he's thrusting harder and I can tell his own high is coming. Spit is sliding down the sides of my mouth and there are tears in my eyes as I choke on his thrusting length, but I'm smiling. This is the treatment I needed. This is where I belong.

Finally, he thrusts all the way in and holds himself there as he trembles through his release. I struggle to swallow around the length still lodged deep in my throat, but I somehow make it work. His cock eventually stops erupting and he pulls out as he goes limp; smiling as I choke one last time. Then, he squats down to my height and looks in my eyes.

"Don't ever ask me to waste a load like that again. My loads are made to be poured right into your womb. Remember that." And then he walks away with his things toward the bedroom.

Pregnancy attempt number two was officially in full swing. I wonder what kind of mischief this time would bring.