Looking At My Bulge Novels & Stories

My eyes traveled down his sharp suit jacket to his lap, and that’s when I saw it. There was a massive, unmistakable bulge stretching the fabric of his expensive dress pants. I blinked, my breath catching in my throat. I reached up and adjusted my glasses, making sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me in the afternoon sun. It was huge. As I watched, I saw his cock actually twitch under the fabric. My mouth went dry. Without even thinking, I reached out and let my hand brush against the side of the bulge. The moment my fingers touched him, it jerked hard against my palm.

The hell. I could almost spit out the drink from my mouth! Oh that suspicious look in his brooding eyes. Does he notice the bump? It's been weeks and i can say that i really gained some weight, my hips turned wider, and the baby bump is now visible. With his expression, it's as if i can foresaw Lorcan's reaction! "What are you looking at, Mr. Fauler?" Setting aside the nervousness, i asked him.

Was that it? I shot one look back over my shoulder. She was watching me, then she grinned. It took up too much of her face. It showed all her teeth. And her eyes... they bulged. I blinked. Mila wasn't even looking at me, she was helping a customer. I guessed I was just seeing things.

He leaves his hands on my shoulders as he stares deep into my eyes. “Let’s go for that stroll you wanted to take.” I take my eyes from where they have been looking at. That is his biceps and how vivid they are, all bulging out in the fitting shirt he has on. The fact that I have seen everything beneath this shirt, and still stare this much when I see him wearing a shirt like this, should be embarrassing. So I look away, and focus on what he is saying and the pain in my back. “Okay.” My voice is low. Sounds like it’s coming from a distance.

Sexual tension is clearly visible between us. His face is glistening under the street lights. He is grinning to himself like he is going to have his favorite candy. I blushed when I noticed bulge under his pants. He adjust it and suddenly looked at me. I turned into beetroot in embarrassment when he caught me staring to his bulge. His lips curled into a smirk but he didn't say anything to my comfort. I turned my head away from him to the window and closed my eyes to calm my insane heart beats.

I couldn't finish what I was going to say because I didn't know the right word for that. I just looked at him with a serious expression but there was still a trace of desire and lust in his eyes. When I looked down at his pants, I just stared when I saw the huge bulge there. "Aren't you going to hide that? Everyone can see that outside," I said and pointed to the bulge in the middle of his pants. He grinned and put on his coat. "This should help, baby. Don't worry, this is all yours. I'll be back in a minute. Wait for me here." Said goodbye and hurried out of the connecting room.

I can’t be mad at that. I glance down at my stomach, smoothing my palm over the small, round curve that wasn’t there a few weeks ago. My baby bump is like a little ball now, soft, noticeable, real.

I lean against the wall, chest heaving, heart pounding way too loud, like it’s trying to embarrass me even more. Then I lower my eyes and spot the bulge in my trousers, embarrassment and desire twisting inside me. Shit.

Too many burgers in the club. I pushed and pulled and forced the zipper closed. The silk hugged me tight, made my breasts look full, and showed off my curves. I turned to the mirror. I didn't look like someone who was hurt. I looked like someone you should watch out for. I turned to Caleb. He had this look on his face. His mouth was open a little and he stared at me with a hunger he couldn't hide. The concerned fianće look disappeared and I saw the obsessed guy underneath.

So I removed it. His eyes bulged when he saw me. And rightfully so. I’ve been bulking up, admittedly, I’m looking more menacing now, and I take pride in that. What surprised him, though, I think, is the bulge I’m sporting. That will happen precisely because I’ve been playing their recording. Who could blame me? Every time I see her, I just want to…