Even better, it actually worked.
I sat down slowly on the couch, absolutely blown away, as Vince kept walking circles. He went around and around for nearly ten minutes, rocking Alexei, talking to him, even singing to him at one point in Italian.
And slowly but surely, Alexei calmed down. He went from bawling at the top of his lungs to only crying intermittently to finally falling sleep in Vince’s arms.
I absolutely couldn’t believe it. He walked over to me, holding the little guy in his arms and grinning like mad.
“Easy,” he whispered.
“Holy shit,” I said.
He smirked even bigger and then walked back into the bedroom. I followed and watched as he slowly and incredibly gently placed Alexei into his crib and stepped back.
Alexei didn’t stir. He slept soundly, breathing deeply. Vince walked away and softly shut the door.
“Holy shit,” I said again.
“Right? Kid loves me.”
“Vince, I couldn’t believe it. I’ve never been able to put Alex down when he gets like that.”
“Guess he just needs a man’s touch.”
I laughed, completely mystified. Vince poured himself another whisky, knocking it back.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know.”
“Sure I did,” he said. “The kid kept crying, and I knew I could fix it.”
“Shit,” I said, shaking my head.
“Come here, mommy,” he said, grinning.
“Don’t call me that.”
“What? You’re my son’s mommy. I’ll call you what I want.”
Reluctantly, I walked over to him, feeling something beginning to spread through my chest. He poured me a drink and handed it to me.
“Here’s to crying babies,” he said.
“I don’t want to drink to that.”
He clinked my glass. “Too late.”
I laughed as we both knocked our drinks back. I made a little face. “Gross.”
“That’s some good-ass whisky you’re calling gross.”
“Doesn’t matter what it is; I’m not a fan.”
He laughed and shrugged. “More for me then.”
“Seriously, Vince, how did you do that?”
He poured himself another drink. “No clue. The kid just likes me, I guess.”
He sat down on the couch, and that feeling spread through my whole body.
It was desire. I knew suddenly in that moment what I wanted. My son needed a father, but more than that, I needed Vince. I needed his body, his face, his skin, every inch of him.
I walked over to him and dropped down onto my knees in front of him, putting my hands on his thighs.
He smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Well hello there, mommy,” he said.
“Don’t talk.” I reached forward and began to unbuckle his belt.
He just grinned and nodded at me as I unbuckled his pants. I tugged them down and took them off, tossing them aside. I knelt in front of him and began to stroke his cock through his boxer briefs, surprised at how hard it was already.
“Fuck, girl,” he said. “Don’t tease me like that.”
“Why not?” I asked. “I want to tease you a little bit.”
He leaned forward and grabbed my hair. “And I want to see you suck this cock.”
I gasped as he kissed me hard. I kept stroking him as he kissed me, desire and need flooding through me.
I pulled back and slid off his boxer briefs, revealing his thick, hard cock.
I stroked it slowly in my hand as he watched me. I looked back up at him and quickly pulled my shirt off, tossing it aside. He reached forward and kissed my neck, felt my breasts, and then pulled off my bra.
I pushed him back down and he laughed. I slowly licked him from root to tip, savoring his taste, loving the way he grunted.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he said. “Mother of my fucking child. I want to watch you suck this cock.”
I took his tip between my lips and began to suck him. I hadn’t realized how incredibly wet I was until I began to suck him. I could feel that my pussy was soaking and it drove me wild.
“I want to see you touch yourself,” he said. “Reach down and touch that pussy while you suck my cock.”
“No way,” I said.
“Rub that fucking pussy,” he said. “Fuck yourself with your fingers while you suck my hard dick.”
I moaned and slowly slipped my hands down my panties. I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but I began to slowly rub my clit, pleasure running through my body.
With my other hand, I stroked him and sucked him. I spread my legs wider, and he grunted his approval as I softly moaned while I sucked his cock.
“Nothing fucking sexier than you moaning while you suck my cock,” he said.
I kept sucking him, jerking him, taking as much of his big cock into my mouth as I could. I let my spit roll down his skin, and I used it to jerk him off as I rubbed myself faster and faster.