WEAK Part Three: A Thornhill Road Romance

by Drew Sinclair

  I almost slipped and fell but his strong arms held me up

  In one heart-stopping moment it had all come back to me. I recognized him now, I knew who he was and the shock of recognition made me dizzy.

  I had known him all along.

  "You lived next door to us… on Thornhill Road… Vincent… but your name wasn't Medici."

  He shook his head.

  "It's my mother's name. My father's name was Miller."

  "Vincent Miller."

  The bold little boy next door who saved me so many times, from animals, from falls and from the mean kids in town. He kept telling me he loved me but he couldn't ever stop trying to see under my dress as well.

  "You're that crazy little kid." I said, putting my hand to his face. "That crazy little kid who wouldn’t leave me alone."

  "You're that clever little kid who was always getting herself in trouble."

  "You're that dirty little boy who wouldn’t give up on seeing my underwear."

  "You're that dirty little girl who used to let me look. All the time."

  My heart pounded wildly. I was shaking like a leaf. I felt my face burn and my still naked pussy go wet with insane desire for him. It was true. I had always teased him, knowing he loved it, knowing it drove him wild but never letting him lay a finger on me. I liked him but I still didn't like boys. I couldn't understand why anyone would always wanted to see up my skirt but suddenly I realized that it had turned me on as every bit as much then as it did now - I just didn’t know it at the time.

  "You promised me you would give them to me."

  He pulled me in closer to him and I felt his huge erection throb against my body. How many years of desire were pent up behind that one?

  "Do you remember?" He said. "You were trapped in that tree? Out back of your house, the one you couldn't ever resist climbing but that you always got stuck in. You promised me if I could get you down from there that you would give me anything I wanted."

  The memory was coming back. I molded myself to him and when he raised me up I wrapped my thighs around his hips allowing him to push hard into me in response.

  He growled into my ear.

  "I said you knew what I wanted and you nodded your head. I pointed up at them and you wrapped your dress tight around you."

  I remembered it all now, so clearly all at once even though it had been buried inside me for so long.

  "I had to climb the tree to get you down and all I could see every time I looked up was that pretty dress, opening and closing in the summer breeze and the cotton panties you wore that day. I was in love Victoria. I still am."

  "Don’t say that."

  He began raining kisses down on my neck, my face, my cheek and then he pressed his lips to mine. His body pushed deeper into me and as my skirt rode up I felt the soft wet fabric of his suit press tantalizingly against me.

  It was exciting, exhilarating, but what I wanted now was humanity, not virgin Italian sheep's wool. I wanted him inside me again, now and forever.

  "Just take." I hissed into his ear. "Take it now. Take me now." The words drove him wild. I had always known how to drive him wild, even back then before we hardly knew what any of this was about.

  He grabbed my shirt with both hands and tore it open scattering tiny buttons everywhere.

  Another shirt ruined, but who was counting?

  I grabbed his shirt and tried to do the same but it held. He finished the job for me with one hand and in seconds revealed his powerful, muscular, perfectly cut and ripped torso.

  "You tried to cover yourself all the time as I climbed up but no matter what you did I could still see." He said.

  The memory was crystal clear now - like it was just yesterday. I felt the thrill of being looked at again - for the first time - the thrill of being wanted so much that it caused pain.

  I pressed my lips to his ear.

  "You saw everything I wanted you to see."

  It was the truth.

  I had wanted to drive that little boy wild and I had succeeded. When he reached the branch I was on he had the first erection I had ever seen in my life. It was so cute, but weird too, scary, thrilling. I reached out my hand to him as he inched closer to me and he offered no resistance as I pushed him back.

  He was weak - weak for me - helpless, lost and out of control.

  He fell backwards out of the tree and tumbled down onto the soft brush below. Then he lay there staring up at me in total confusion. I jumped down and landed easily beside him. I never did have any problem getting into or getting out of that tree. I stood there next him making sure he could see everything he wanted to see as I spoke to him.

  'Thanks.' I said to him. 'I owe you one.' I walked off and left him there but I couldn’t wait to see him again, do the same thing to him all over again but when I got home from school the next day there was no car outside their house and nobody home. I waited for days, weeks, staring out my bedroom window and over the garden fence waiting for them to return but they never did. I never saw him again until the day he walked into the reception of his own building and confronted me with that absurd text message soliciting cash for underwear.

  I put my lips close to his ear again.

  "You're right." I said. "I still owe you one."

  His long, powerful body flexed into action. In a second he was down on his knees pressing his face to my abdomen - hot kisses going everywhere - he pulled down my skirt leaving me naked from the waist up and naked but for garters and stockings from the waist down.

  He shrugged off what was left of his shirt and reached around to push his hands between my thighs from behind. Hot water poured down between my legs and crashed over his huge shoulders and back.

  "You dirty little bitch." He said. "You've been driving me out of my mind my whole life long. "

  I grabbed his wet hair in my hands and pulled his head back.

  "What happened to you? Why the fuck did you go away?"

  "It doesn't matter. I'm right here now. No more teasing Victoria Price, you're mine now."

  He pushed his head between my legs and began to lave and work me. My body shuddered as he licked me feverishly to the first aching orgasm. I had nearly climaxed already when he turned his attention to my thighs and the garters holding my stockings up.

  The interruption made me angry, urgent.

  "Don’t stop now damn it, finish what you started."

  "This is nowhere near the end." He growled. "I need to see you first." His voice cracked mid-syllable as he pushed back to look at me full on. "Now I know why I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since you sent me that damn text. This is what I've been looking for my whole life - the dirty little bitch who started it all."

  He grabbed my legs and then stood up, raising me up from the shower floor before sliding my naked body down his wet, rock hard chest and abdomen and then all the way down to his still captive erection.

  I moaned every inch of the way.

  I was being dry and wet fucked at the same time.

  I pushed myself from him, got to my knees and began furiously undoing the buttons to release his cock.

  This was it. I was going to blow his mind.

  A promise is a promise.

  In frustration I ripped the buttons apart and tore at his briefs to release him. The thing sprang out and I devoured it. His groans of pain and pleasure spurred me on to go further, deeper, harder.

  He grabbed my head, trying to control me but I didn’t let up. I wanted him to blow all over me. I wanted that power over him, just him, that dirty little boy all grown up now into a big, God-awful sexy, horny man. I owned him back then and I would own him again now - we just needed a little time to establish that.

  "Victoria, fuck, that's so damn good, but we've got to stop."

  No way.

  No fucking way.

  I worked harder, squeezing his straining balls in my left hand, working his shaft with my right. I'd never wanted to do it so much for anyone before. Sure I had blown boyf
riends in the past, but it had always felt like doing a favor. I had never wanted to see a guy lose it so much as this and I was getting more excited all the time myself with streams and eddies of hot water running down between my legs, pouring through my inner thighs, streaming across my naked pussy.

  I worked harder and felt him begin to shudder and thrust under the force of the barrage I was subjecting him to.

  "Oh fuck, I've wanted to do this for so long." He grunted. Every part of me wanted him to fall apart and come all over me but he grabbed my wrists and dragged me up again. "Not here." He rasped. "Not yet." He hoisted me up over his shoulder and left the shower, kicking off his pants on the way to the big kidney shaped bath on the other side of the bathroom.

  I entered the water with a splash that sent waves of bubbles spilling out all over the floor. It was already filled, still warm and covered with rose petals, surrounded by candles. In the heat of the chase from the main suite I hadn't noticed a thing.

  Everything had been prepared.

  Prepared for me to be fucked.

  He lowered himself into the water and then disappeared below the surface. His strong hands took me from below and pulled the last strips of clothing from me.

  When he came up for air I smacked him across the face, popping his eyes wide open.

  "Was I such a fucking sure thing?" I hissed at him.

  "A sure thing?"

  "Right down to the room you would fuck me in? Here in the bathroom covered in rose petals?"

  "There are petals in the bedroom too - just in case. You were never a sure thing Victoria - you still aren't."

  "You flew half way across the country just so you could have me. You planned to fuck me all along."

  He was close to me in the water, leaning over me, his hands either side of my hips with rose petals bobbing up and down everywhere around us.

  "Again." He corrected me. "I planned all along to fuck you again." He put one hand between my legs but I clamped them shut around his thick wrist.

  "You must think I'm the dumbest, easiest lay in the world."

  "Are you kidding me? I've never put so much work into anything in my life before and I still don't have what I want from you."

  He leaned in close to kiss me but I blocked him. My hand looked so small on his huge chest.

  "You've already had me Medici, you watched me strip, took my lingerie home with you, fucked me in an elevator and then in my boyfriends bar. So tell what the hell it is you want from me that you haven’t already had?"

  "I'll do better than that Victoria Price - I'll show you. But not before I fuck you right here in this bathtub up to your pretty neck in rose petals and not before we deal with your weasel of an ex-boyfriend. Now lay back and take it like a woman - for once in your stupid, cantankerous, ass-backwards life."

  I didn’t move an inch. I didn’t have to. He freed his hand from between my legs, lifted me from the water by my hips and then settled me right down onto that massive cock of his.

  I have never screamed so loud in all my life….

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  We were so nearly there.

  Victoria was sitting next to me in the rental, parked outside Will's sports bar.

  After we blew each other's minds in the bathtub we found new clothes to wear that still had buttons left on them and I told Vicky my plan. She insisted on toning it down so as not to humiliate her ex too much, why I don’t know, but she was on board for everything else. I couldn't wait.

  "Are you ready for this?" I asked her. I didn’t think she could have looked more beautiful than she already had, stripped half naked in the bathroom with her mind-fuck stockings and garters on, but believe me, I was totally wrong. Post love making and multiple screaming orgasm, the woman looked better than ever - glowing, radiant and above all, so totally ready to be fucked again as soon as possible. I had another plan for that but I hadn't shared it with her yet.

  "I am so, so, so ready for this." She said, holding up the mini-cam I'd given her, already running. "Let's do it."

  I kissed her and got out of the car. That little kiss was so sweet to me - so weird, but so damn sweet. One kiss like that with her was better than all the one night stands I'd ever had over the years. I reached for her hand as we walked inside as though it were the most natural thing in the world and she accepted it.

  I was like a little kid in love again.

  Will Hyde obviously, wasn't quite so thrilled about the new 'us'.

  "What the hell are you doing here?" He shouted as soon as we got inside the door. He jumped over the counter to come get me. "Get the hell out of my bar."

  "Go ahead Will, do something stupid." I said. I half wanted him to. "We'll get it all on camera. Isn’t that right Victoria?"

  He saw the camera she was holding and it was enough to halt him. He turned to her like a whining puppy dog.

  "Vicky, please, don’t do this to me. Don’t do this to us. You have to let me explain."

  She turned to one of the handful of regulars.

  "Tom, can you handle the bar for couple of minutes? This won’t take long."

  The guy looked at Will who nodded his agreement and then we all filed out into the back room. I shut the door behind us while Will glared at me like I was the devil incarnate. Why is it that nobody ever thinks they're the bad guy, not even when they've ripped off their ex-girlfriend's multi-million dollar invention.

  "Do we need this jerk off here with us?" He said.

  I had damn near fucked his girlfriend in this bar - his bar - the guy-who-doesn't-get-the-girl's bar, earlier that day. Of course he was sore about my being there and the punk deserved it. He could make all the noise he wanted but there was only one way this thing was going to go whether he knew it or not.

  "Sit down Will and shut up." I said. "I have documents for you to sign before you call up your buddy Jeb and tell him to drop all charges."

  "Is that what this is about Medici? You having your grand theft auto charge dropped? Forget about it. Commit the crime, you do the time. Applies to rich and poor just the same. One of the great things about this country of ours."

  "I agree entirely Will, which is why I want you to read this." I threw the pack of documents on the table, pulled up a chair and sat down. Victoria took a seat next to me.

  "Read it Will." She told him. "We're being nice to you. You have a chance here to not be an asshole and come out of this without losing everything you own." She stared at him. "Don’t blow it."

  He sat down and snatched up the documents. It didn't take him long to realize what they were. When he did he flung them back down on the table.

  "You'll never make any of this stick. I didn’t do anything wrong. Your father added me to the list of patent holders on your Life Defender project and he agreed that it was time to sell it. I did it for us as well as them Vicky, you have to see that."

  She looked like she wanted to nail his balls to the wall. I wouldn’t have stopped her if she had.

  "Why didn't you just ask me Will? I don’t get why you didn’t just pick up the phone and call. And why did you pick the Life Defender? It's my biggest project, the one I put the most time and money into. Couldn't you have picked something I didn’t care about so much to fund your bar?"

  "I'm your ex Vicky. For Christ's sake, you don’t answer my texts or calls half the time. You make me feel like a stalker. I couldn’t call you and I know you won’t ever believe me, but trust me, I picked the Life Defender out at random. Your father showed me so many of your ideas and none of them have ever made a dime between them. I thought this was just another one of your screwball notions that would end up rotting in your parents' loft so I decided to make at least back a few bucks back on it by offloading it to the highest bidder."

  "Another one of my screwball notions? A few bucks? Offloading to the highest bidder…." She was livid, boiling with silent rage.

  Of course she was.

  The knuckle-head clearly had no idea how insulting he was being to her cre
ative talent; the single most important thing to anyone whose talent it is to bring new ideas into the world. The stupid clown really had no idea.

  "I didn’t mean it like that Vicky--"

  "Shut up Will. It doesn’t matter anymore, if it ever really did. What you think about my work is irrelevant. Medici Investments is willing to take a chance on me so that's all that counts."

  Will's face changed. In an instant he went from supplicating and begging forgiveness to sulky defiance.

  "Okay. I get it Victoria, it's all pretty clear now, but let me just clarify so I'm sure I have it all straight in my head. When you needed a job tending bar and a place to stay you were happy to fuck me in my own bed. Now that you need funding for your stupid little toy, obviously it makes more sense to fuck the rich guy wherever the hell he wants to."

  I reached over the table and grabbed his shirt in my hand. I was ready to spread his nose into his eye-sockets but Vicky grabbed my arm.

  "Don’t waste time Vincent." She shouted at me. "He's not worth it. He deserves it, but he's sure not worth it. Just tell him, in short words, what the deal is and why he's going to do exactly what we tell him to do."

  I jerked him back into his seat. She was right of course. Assaulting him wouldn't make things any easier and would only detract from what we were about to do to him.

  "You're a pussy Medici." He sneered at me. "Just like I knew you were."

  This was going to be sweet.

  "Listen carefully William, my legal team is always very clear on full disclosure prior to entering into any agreement, particularly one as lucrative as this. You did not provide full disclosure and therefore we will be suing aggressively to have our fifty thousand dollars returned, plus damages, plus legal costs."

  "Bring it on Manhattan." He sat back and smiled - small change trying to act like big bucks.

  "The case could drag on for years, but trust me, I won't lose any sleep over it because I know that win or lose, I won’t have anything to do with the process other than the briefest of court appearances, if even that. And as for the money? Well frankly, it's petty cash. You on the other hand, will be intimately involved in everything that takes place and by the time you have exhausted all legal avenues, gone flat broke, more than likely lost this dive you call a business and become accustomed to sleeping in your car, I will have long since moved on to other projects that will continue to make me and my corporation billions in profits."