Hearts on Hold

by Charish Reid

  While John enjoyed having a near-naked woman dry-hump his stiff erection, he wanted to give her more. Whatever she asked for, he would give it to her. He left her breasts and started undoing the buttons on his own shirt, determined to keep up with her.

  Holding her ass to keep her steady on his lap, he took off his flannel. Victoria wrenched his undershirt over his head and tossed it over the couch. John pulled her against his naked torso and covered her mouth with his, delivering a shuddering kiss. She returned it with reckless abandon, sending new spirals of ecstasy through him. Their tongues circled and sparred, sliding against each other. Victoria kissed him with a hunger that belied his previous apprehensions. He moaned against her lips and kissed her deeper, plunging his tongue further. When she broke away, Victoria gasped for air, her chest heaving against his.

  “I want...” Her voice was strained.

  “What, darling?” he whispered, his lips brushing her neck. “What do you want?”

  She was near tears with want. Her fingers fisted in his hair pulling him closer to her. “I want to drop the mask. I want you to see me.”

  John’s breath caught in his throat. Before, sex with Victoria felt almost like a game. A fun list of positions and locations to share passionate moments before they had to return to their previously scheduled lives. Now, as he listened to her breathy request, he knew he was getting a different Victoria. He could see her as clearly as he could he feel her pounding heart.

  She wants more.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  As soon as Victoria said the words, she knew they were the truth.

  John had listened to her fears and told her it was okay. That she was okay. As she straddled his lap, she searched his gaze with clear eyes. This beautiful man wanted more than her schedule, more than her rigid guidelines. He wanted her. And she desperately wanted to give herself to him tonight.

  “Hold on, darling.” He picked her up, fitting her legs around his waist, and carried her to the stairwell. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stared into his eyes as he took her upstairs to his room. The décor inside the master bedroom was just as stark as the rest of his home. Only necessary furniture filled his space, the king-sized bed the focal point. In the darkness, he gently set her on the foot of his bed and turned on the small nightstand light. A soft yellow light brightened the room, casting a shadow of his body against the wall opposite her. The sound of a drawer opening, packages crinkling and ripping, sent a ripple through her belly. Already wet and aching from the impromptu lap dance downstairs, Victoria wanted to see John naked and wearing only a condom.

  She reached down and began working on her belt buckle in preparation.

  “No,” he said, appearing at her side. “I want to do that.”

  He held a shining condom packet between his teeth as he unbuckled his belt. Her hands froze as she watched him. His muscular chest was a sight to behold, something she could never get used to staring at. His pecks jerked while he slid his belt off and dropped it to the floor. Ripples of never-ending abs coursed down his torso, stopping at the flat smooth surface just at his waistband. Sandy brown hair peppered his chest in a fan and tapered into a single line, pointing in the direction she wanted to go.

  He unzipped and shoved his jeans down his thighs, the imprint of his cock pressing against his underwear, inviting Victoria to reach out and touch it. She sat on her hands in anticipation while he stepped out of his pants and kicked them away. Down to his snug gray boxer-briefs, John stepped before her where they could properly appraise one another. Her topless, and him, nearly naked. Through the thin layer of his briefs, he gripped his length and stroked himself gingerly as he stared down at her. “Are you capable of relinquishing control tonight?” he asked through gritted teeth, the condom still in his mouth.

  He’d asked her something similar when they were in the library stacks. Up until now, she had been in control of their interactions. John had been so accommodating to her schedule and it made her confident enough for this exact moment. “I can,” she said in a halted voice.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked, removing the condom and tossing it on her lap.

  Victoria nodded.

  John hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and slowly pulled downward. Her heart pounded in her ears as desire pooled in her panties. Her clit throbbed against the pressure of her jeans. She pressed her knees together, holding the condom between her thighs. “You told me that it had been a while since you were a student.”

  She gave another wordless jerky nod.

  When he finally revealed his iron-hard cock, Victoria swallowed. She was already acquainted with the throbbing organ, but tonight was different. John was calling the shots and she was going to let him. Victoria took a deep breath and watched his penis jerk upward when he took a step closer. She was inches from it. “Do you trust me, Victoria?”

  She had a difficult time tearing her eyes from his cock and meeting his gaze.

  “Victoria,” he repeated.

  She looked up to see his glittering green eyes peering at her. “Yes.”

  “Put the condom on,” he commanded with a voice edged in steel. “Slowly.”

  Victoria quickly ripped open the package. Her hands shook as she pressed the latex up to his mushroom tip and rolled it along his hot shaft. She breathed through her nose, intoxicated by the forest musky scent of his body. As she handled him, she was reminded of how bold she had been in the cleaning closet of the library. John’s cock radiated such heat and masculinity, it was a challenge for her not to do more than simply slip a condom along its shaft. Nothing more.

  Once she was finished, her hands lingered until John gently pushed her to her back, and stood between her thighs. He ran his fingers down her breasts, over her nipples, leaving fire in their wake. She inhaled and closed her eyes. He traced a path down her belly until he stopped at her belt buckle to flick it apart. She heard the zip and tilted her hips so he could shove the fabric down her thighs. She didn’t open her eyes until her jeans left her ankles. John had taken her clothes and tossed them on the floor.

  Victoria was completely bare.

  Cool air hit her throbbing pussy, now slick with her liquid. She shivered and her thighs quaked while John leaned over her, his body casting a shadow in the room. “Do you want me inside of you?” he asked, climbing onto the foot of the bed.

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me,” he said.

  “I want you inside of me.” Feeling his rigid length brush against her thigh was enough for her to tell him anything. She would recite anything if it meant he would enter her. “Now.”

  John bowed his head to kiss her shoulder, then the top of her breast, his tongue caressed her nipple. As he gathered the puckered flesh in his mouth, he grasped her other breast and kneaded her until she moaned and squirmed beneath him. “Are you wet for me?” he asked after leaving her nipple with a satisfying pop.

  She arched her back in response and spread her legs under him.

  “If I touch you right now,” he said, trailing his hand down her belly. “Will you be dripping wet, Victoria?”

  She was positive. When he touched her, his fingers slid easily past her folds, brushing against her sensitive nub, lighting a fire in her chest. Arching her back away from the bed, she gasped. “Yes.”

  “I missed this pussy,” he whispered against her ribs. “One day without it was too much.”

  His fingers were like magic; working spells against her clit. Victoria bit her lip as the small pulses vibrated from her womb. “Johnny,” she choked out, bucking against his hand. This was just as beautiful as their scheduled sex sessions, only now, she felt free to shout and cry at will. And his hands were willing her to be her loudest.

  “Do you want more, baby?”

  With her eyes squeezed shut, Victoria nodded. “Please.”

  He took away his hand, leav
ing her bereft and empty. She gently eased a shaky breath from her lungs and opened her eyes to see he had lifted himself over her until his body imprisoned her. With powerful thighs between hers, he stroked himself while watching her squirm under his piercing stare. “Do you want this?”

  More than anything.

  The corners of Victoria’s lips curled as she thrust upward. “Okay,” he said with a wicked smirk. Leaning over her, John braced himself on his arms, planted on either side of her head. When he rested the tip of his cock against her warm wet entrance, Victoria tightened her thighs around his narrow hips and raised her own. “Slow down, sweetheart,” he crooned in her ear.

  “No,” she said with a breathy laugh, her breasts pressing against his tickling chest hair. “I want you inside me now.”

  John chuckled as he slid his length along her hot swollen flesh, sending a jolt through her core. “Can you take this cock?” he asked.

  Running her hands along the corded muscles of his back, she arched her back again. “Only one way to find out,” she whispered.

  When he entered her, Victoria inhaled sharply and dug her nails into his skin. Each time John penetrated her was a delightful new surprise that she relished in. She wrapped her legs around him tighter and rode the sensation of him sliding against her tight walls. Every inch of him moved slowly, filling her to the hilt, until the pleasure forced him onto his forearms. He leaned into her, nostrils flaring, muscles taut. “Oh, Jesus...” he exhaled.

  She wanted to continue the sexy banter with him, but the lump in her throat prevented her from speaking. Electricity buzzed between them, she felt it between her thighs, in her belly, and in her breasts. The gentle friction of his bare chest excited her nipples in a way she hadn’t expected. He filled her with every satisfying thrust of his hips, driving into her with a groan that seemed to kill him. Victoria arched her back away from the bed to meet him, to match his pace, to take more of him. She needed to feel all of him. As her hands fluttered over every muscle of his taut body, she wrapped her legs around his narrow hips.

  “Oh God.” John abruptly halted his strokes, pulled out of her, and untangled himself from her legs.

  When she felt the sudden shift, Victoria opened her eyes with a start. “What?”

  “I’m about to lose it, darling,” he said through labored breathing. His chest heaved with exertion. “You’re so perfect, but I can’t come yet.”

  She was confused when he heaved her from the mattress and sat before her. Her eyes were on his cock, sitting straight up. “What?”

  “Sit on it and ride me, baby,” he said, placing his long legs on either side of her.

  Victoria didn’t need to be told twice. Climbing on his lap for the second time that evening, she lowered herself on to him, slowly sheathing his length. He let out a long shuddered breath and closed his eyes as her walls clung to him. Now sitting and facing him, Victoria controlled the pace, raising and lowering herself against him. John held her back with one hand and grabbed her breast with the other. Victoria hung off his broad shoulders and bounced like her life depended on it, all the while keeping her eyes on his. His green eyes darkened as they locked gazes, staring hard into hers. She loved seeing the redness in his face as he breathed through every stroke. She watched the way his nostrils flared and his brows furrowed in concentration. She was doing this to him. Knowing that she was in control of this moment was enough to send a rapturous wave of bliss to crash against her shores. Her forehead pressed against his as her muscles spasm and jerked. She pulled John’s bare chest to her breasts and cried out in pleasure. His large hands left her breasts and pushed her ass downward to take every last inch of him.

  “Oh baby,” he whispered in her ear. Sweat covered their bodies as he laid her back against the softness of his mattress. Victoria’s body went limp with the force of her orgasm, but she didn’t want him to leave her body. Still inside her, John leaned over her and slowly rocked against her body. “There’s nothing more beautiful than this.”

  The gentle and languorous strokes made her body reawakened with want. He worked slowly, with patience, drawing his own pleasure with caution. While he moved above her, Victoria combed the hair that escaped his ponytail with her fingers. She ran her hands down the expanse of his chest, fanning her fingers along his nipples. Feeling brave, she pinched them both and watched him hiss. His response made her walls flutter against his sliding cock. She obviously aroused him as much as he did her and that knowledge made her raise her hips to meet his. She wanted to see his release; she wanted to know what complete loss of control looked like. He lifted her by the hips and set her torso on an incline, driving himself into her with a singular force that sent her close to another orgasm. John held her in place and pumped frantically until he threw his head back and shouted. His body seized as his hands tightened on her hips. Cords stood out on his neck as he moaned through the downpour of fiery sensations.

  After a moment, he loosened his grip on her and opened his eyes. When he looked down at her, Victoria’s breath caught in her throat. John was a wild man. His hair hung over his drawn face, his eyes sparkled like a wildfire. “It’s never felt like that before,” he said in a hoarse voice, exhausted from the workout.

  “No, it hasn’t,” she admitted, letting her eyes drift shut. This was more intense and they were more connected.

  He lowered himself against her body and held her close. John buried his nose against her neck and breathed deeply. “Victoria,” he said in a hushed voice.

  She let her eyes drift closed and settled against his weight, treasuring the feeling of him still filling her. “Yes?”

  “If I get to do that for one more week, I could die a happy man.”

  Victoria chuckled. “I don’t want you dying on my account.”

  John lifted his head. “Did you come again?”

  “Don’t worry, you wore me out,” she said with closed eyes.

  “Look at me.”

  When she opened her eyes, a lump formed in her throat. He appeared to be quite sincere with his question. “John, it’s not—”

  “I don’t want to half-ass lovemaking with you, darling,” he said with a furrowed brow. “Seeing your face when you let loose is my favorite thing.”

  She let out a halted laugh. “I don’t think you have to worry about that. I came twice.”

  “But you’ll be honest with me if you don’t?” His eyes searched her gaze with a keen interest.

  “Of course,” she said, taking ahold of his face.

  “Because I’ll do it again and again,” he said as he slid out of her. He leaned down to take her nipple between his lips. With the flick of his tongue, Victoria inhaled sharply. “I’ll find new and inventive ways to satisfy you.”

  He wasn’t concerned if she experienced an orgasm the first time. Instead, he worried the second or third. Victoria grinned in spite of herself. He was positively over the top and she found herself wanting more. “Do you know how you could satisfy me again?”

  John laid a tender kiss in the valley between her breasts. “Anything, my dear.”

  “Could you finish making dinner?”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  John awoke with the delicious curve of Victoria’s ass pressed against his morning wood and sighed with contentment. A Pembroke girl was in his bed after blowing his mind the night before. Her warmth filled his bed and his heart. He couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face as she shifted against him. John lifted his head to see her eyes closed, thick lashes downcast, and her breathing light and steady. Under the covers, he ran his hand along the lines of her silhouette until it stopped at the flair of her bare hip. It amazed him how soft her skin felt in his palms, like warm silk fluttering in a light breeze. His wish was fulfilled; John was free to run his hands over her at a leisurely pace, interrupted by nothing. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he found her breasts. When she shifte
d her bottom again, she brushed against his hot club, sending a shiver down John’s spine.

  “Victoria,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Mmh.”

  “Are you awake?” he asked rubbing a thumb across her nipple. Her back arched in response, pressing her bottom closer towards him.

  A sultry groan came from her. “I am...”

  John kissed her bare shoulder. “Me too.”

  With her eyes still closed, she chuckled. “The bookmark is also awake,” she said in a low voice.

  “He is.”

  “What does he want?”

  John grinned. “He wants to curl up with a cozy book.”

  This got an outright laugh from her. “He feels insistent on that.”

  Actually, he was in pain. Throbbing against the cleft of her ass drove John mad with desire. Seeing her braids pinned up in a messy bun did something to him as well. Her mask had slipped. John was seeing Victoria as she was: a wanton sex goddess without a schedule or rules. “Can he come in and sit a spell?”

  “You’re mixing up your metaphors, Johnny.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  Ding Dong.

  Their bodies tensed at the sound of the doorbell downstairs. “Who the hell is that?” John asked, flinging the covers off him.

  “Are you expecting anyone?” Victoria lifted her head as he walked around the bed towards the window.

  John cracked a venetian blind and spied his front yard. “Fuck.”

  “What? Who is it?”

  A yellow 1960s Volkswagen Beetle with a rusted bumper was parked in his driveway, behind Victoria’s car. “It’s Margaret and Sandra,” he said in a flat voice.

  “Who?”

  John turned to face Victoria, his erection long gone. “My moms.”

  Her jaw dropped as she clutched a sheet to her chest. “What do we do? Should I hide? Should I go out the back?”

  He shook his head as he searched the bedroom for clothes. Anything would do. “No, no, you’re not going anywhere. I’ll try to make this quick.”