Chasing Vivi

by A. M. Hargrove

  “I don’t really remember it.”

  “I can understand why you wanted to get drunk to tell me. But, I want you to understand something. I’m not the kind of person who’d ever use this type of information against you nor would I ever judge you for it.”

  “I never thought you would. I didn’t tell you for a different reason.”

  I wait, but he says nothing.

  Cupping his cheeks, I ask, “Because why?”

  “It strips me of everything and leaves me vulnerable. I hate feeling like that.”

  Ah, this again.

  “You’re safe with me. I’m the Little Wolf, not the big bad one. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  His hands sink into my hair. “You’re like a song. When I first saw you, I heard a few lines, but then each time, more notes were added until now I have a complex melody. And it gets better every day.”

  I think I like this guy standing in front of me. “I want to hear your song.”

  “I’m not sure how you can’t. You’re creating it.” Then he kisses me and while he does, he stands and picks me up.

  His mouth tastes like mint-flavored orange juice and I murmur against it, “I have pancakes.”

  “Will they keep?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Good. Because I have something a little harder than pancakes. It’s been extremely patient, but right now, it’s dying to get to know you better. You okay with that?”

  “It’s about time. I was starting to think you were a monk or something.”

  “I’ve certainly been living the life of one ever since you entered the picture.”

  I have to admit, it makes me happy as hell to hear that.

  When we get to the bedroom, he says, “Remind me to tell you how to work the blinds in here. When I woke up this morning, my corneas almost got singed.”

  He opens his eyes in such a comical fashion, they remind me of a cartoon. “It’s because you were hungover.”

  “Vivi, I have room darkening shades in here. Look at all the glass. It’s like we’re right next to a solar flare.”

  While he’s talking, he’s pulling up the shirt I’m wearing. I have no bra on, only a thong. When he takes it off me, I stand in front of him basically naked and I get an instant case of nerves.

  “In a million years, I never thought … oh, I fantasized, but never even came close to this.” His throat bobs as he swallows. It must be a good thing. His hands reach for the hem of his shirt and he strips it off, baring a gorgeous torso. Muscles ripple with every move and I curl my fingers in, because they itch to touch him.

  “Your arm?”

  “Is fine. See?” I raise and lower. “The splint keeps it from moving the wrong way.”

  He hooks his thumbs in his boxers and slides them past his hips. I stare at his erection as it springs free. The long, thick, shaft begs to be touched, but my shyness keeps me from doing it. It’s a pretty dick. Pink and lovely shaped, with a slight tilt to the left.

  “Well? Does it pass inspection?” he asks, a playful note in his voice.

  “It’ll do, I suppose.” I do my best to suppress my laugh.

  “Since it’s the only one I have, I hope so.”

  With an unexpected move, he tosses me on the bed and is between my thighs, pulling off my thong. He’s smooth, experienced, unlike me, as a wave of shyness washes over me.

  I cover my face with my arm and he says, “None of that. I want to see and hear you when you come.”

  A surge of bravery hits me. “How do you know I’ll come?”

  “Everyone has a unique talent. Your brain is yours. You’re brilliant, Vivi. Mine is eating pussy. You’ll be thanking me later.”

  His cocky smile disappears between my legs and less than a minute later, I’m convinced he’s right. I hate to think how he became this experienced, so I refuse to let my mind go there. Instead, I focus on what his tongue and fingers are doing down below. And that is sending me into a world of happygasms. At one point I may have told him to insure his tongue for a billion dollars, because that thing knows how to please a woman. It swirls, vibrates, and I swear to God has a battery in it the way it tickles my clit. Add to that, his fingers press on my G-spot as if they were magnetized to it.

  My legs drape over his shoulders as he tongues me over and over, while his long fingers thrust inside of me. Then he suddenly flips me on my stomach and wedges a pillow under my hips. He still buries his tongue in my slit, licking and licking, driving me off the edge as his fingers thrust and one manages to slip inside my back door. This is a complete surprise to me and I jerk in response. His hand presses down on the small of my back, holding me steady while he slowly, slowly moves in and out. In a burst of pleasure, I cry out my orgasm.

  Is this three or four now? And when will he stop? I don’t care because I’m in this for the long haul.

  When he finally surfaces for air, he declares I have the sweetest cunt in the world. That’s a word I’ve never cared for, but when he says it, my cunt twitches for more of his filthy mouth.

  “What time is it?” I ask.

  “Um”—he looks at the nightstand—“eleven. Why?”

  “Is it too early for a drink? I need alcohol after that.”

  “You’ll really need it after I fuck that sass out of you.”

  “That wasn’t sass. I’ve just never had a man’s finger up my, you know.”

  “Ass. You can say ass, Vivi. And that’s not all I’m going to put up there.”

  Jesus. I swallow.

  Now I need a shot on top of that drink. “Yeah?”

  He latches on to my nipple and bites it. I squeak. “Yeah,” he says after letting go. This is going to be quite a day.”

  “Okay. It’s a good thing we don’t have plans.”

  Then his eyes widen in alarm. “Fuck. I almost forgot. We have the company Christmas party tonight!”

  “We?”

  “Yes. You’re going as my date. You’re an employee of Whitworth now, remember?”

  Sitting up, straight as a board, I say, “Whoa, doggie. Don’t you think it would look bad if I went? As your date, I mean?”

  “Absolutely not. You’re going, whether you want to or not.” He reaches over and pulls something out of his drawer. Then he sits back and rolls a condom on his dick. I’m in shock that he thinks this discussion is over.

  “What time?”

  He smiles wickedly. “Time to fuck this deliciously slick pussy.” And he lifts my hips, puts his palms under my ass so he can grab my cheeks, and slides right on into home. The cliché is old but works for me, because it feels as though he belongs here. I stare at his corded abs, the way they ripple with each of his thrusts, and my belly tightens. His lids drop to half-mast as his thighs flex, but watching his mouth and the way his teeth bite into his lower lip is the kicker. One of his fingers reaches for my clit, rubbing it as the buildup begins again. The pressure is so tight I know it won’t be long, and it makes me wonder how he’ll be able to hold out. My hand reaches for my nipple and he groans as he watches me tug and pinch it.

  He picks up his tempo, moving faster and harder, and the throbbing in my pussy, the ache that needs satisfying, grows. The buildup is at its peak and I’m going to come.

  When I do, it’s like the oxygen disappears. The pulsations go on and on until I want to scream for them to stop. So much, too much, almost.

  He leans forward. “You may think that pussy is yours, but I have news for you. I own it now. It belongs to me. Every single bit of it.”

  He’s right, so there’s no point in arguing with him. He flips me back on my stomach, and, to my surprise, slips inside of me, fucking me again. Only this time, he lubes up his finger in my own wetness and pushes it in my backside. This is an altogether different sensation for me. It’s more shocking than before, much fuller, but also pretty fucking extraordinary.

  “Vivi, rub your clit. Get yourself off.”

  I’m not sure I need it, but I do anyway. Every time he moves his fi
nger, I nearly orgasm, until finally, I do.

  What the hell did he just do to me? The combination of the finger thing and fucking was amazing. Then I realize I’ve been preoccupied with all my orgasms, but did he even come yet? How does he hold back?

  He puts me on top and I’m straddling the pony.

  “Ride me.” He grabs the tops of my thighs with his large hands and spreads my pussy lips. With his thumb he plays with my now over-sensitive clit.

  “Ahh,” I cry out.

  “Yeah, that’s good. Put your hand on my chest for leverage.”

  Up and down, I ride him slow, and he meets me roughly with rocking hips. I reach behind me and grab his balls, then press the ridge behind them, massaging it.

  He groans and tells me “more” and “harder.” I keep it up until he grits out that he’s going to bust it. With one arm thrown over his head, he surges into me, and his abs tighten as he climaxes. Then that arm comes up and grabs my hair as me jerks me forward for a brutal kiss. He ravages my mouth, sinking his teeth into my lip, not quite breaking the skin, but making it sting until I suck my breath in.

  “Next time, I’m going to make you sweat for it,” he says. He nuzzles my neck, licking it, and the scruff of his beard scrapes the tender skin there.

  I’ve barely had time to recover from the gazillion orgasms I just had when he yanks me out of bed. “Let’s shower. Then food.”

  “I’m starved and I know you must be.”

  “Yeah,” I breathe. I follow him wobble-legged to the shower. “Where did you get all this energy?”

  He waggles his brows. “Sex.”

  “Why don’t I feel like that?”

  “You will. You haven’t been fucked by me enough.”

  He drags me into the shower, which turns into a soapy fuckfest, and before I know it, he has me bending over to hunt for the soap, his little joke. He slides into me from behind while I hold on to the wall for support. But soon his arm comes around me, lifting me into an upright position, and he presses his entire body against mine. My chest and arms fall into the wall and the cool tile is a nice contrast to the heat of his body and his sex. His cock slides in and out, creating that perfect friction, exactly what I want and need. When I feel him reach down to rub my clit, it won’t be long for me to push past that precipice. I’m raw and on fire between my legs. This man has had me more in the last hour than I’ve had sex in the last two years. It’s not information I should shout off the rooftops, but then again, maybe it is. I clench my orgasm out around his cock as he says roughly, “I gotta pull out. I’m gonna come.” Looking over my shoulder, I see his cock spurt onto my butt cheek.

  His arm is against the wall, supporting his body, and he milks the last drop out with the other hand. At last he stands. “Sorry about that. I didn’t have a condom on so …”

  “Uh, yeah. About that. Are you clean?”

  “Yeah. I get tested every month, but I haven’t been with anyone since I saw you in October. I was tested in November and was clear. I’m good. Still, don’t want any pregnancies.”

  “I’m on the pill and I was tested at my last appointment about six months ago. My doctor in Virginia was a stickler for it. But I haven’t been with anyone in two years.”

  “So, the big question is, do you still want me to wear condoms?”

  “In order for me to answer that, I have one big question for you. Are we going to be exclusive?”

  His mouth flops open and I have a true glimpse of a shocked Prescott.

  “What the fuck, Vivi? What kind of a question is that?”

  “A good one. I have to know before I commit to having sex with you without protection.”

  He rams his body up to mine and shoves me into the shower wall. “Then I guess I’m going to have to spell it out for you, because apparently I was wrong about your intelligence. I am head-over-heels, crazy in love with you. I have no intention of being with another woman, and if you so much as look at another man, I’ll beat the living shit out of him.” He grins and suddenly he looks like the Big Bad Wolf.

  How did I miss all of this?

  “Okay then.”

  “Okay then. That’s it?”

  I reach for his cheek, but he picks me up under my thighs, so I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him.

  “I guess that leaves me with no other choice,” he says.

  “No other choice than what?”

  “I’m going to have to fuck some sense into you.”

  I think he’s too late, though, because he already fucked it out of me. I can’t think straight anymore. Pretty soon, I’ll be reduced to moron status, mumbling out incoherent responses to questions. Maybe my brain will return by the party tonight. If not, I’ll be his idiot girlfriend, limping around because her pussy’s been over-fucked.

  Chapter 31

  Prescott

  Fucking Vivi is everything I thought it’d be and more. The moves, the moans, the kisses, her incredible body, the way she looks at me when she comes, and that pussy of hers—that pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever had. But now, I’m pretty sure she can barely walk. I have to give her a break. She told me her thighs are already sore from spreading them wide for me. I’ve had her in the kitchen, living room, shower, bathtub, dining room table, and this is only the beginning.

  We finally ate our pancakes, but that only turned into food porn, with her licking syrup off my mouth, and me eating pancakes off her nipples. That’s how we ended up fucking on the kitchen counter.

  Then she told me her pussy was getting sore, so I recommended a bath, which led to more fucking. Seeing her glistening sex as she was bent over the side of the tub with my cock moving in and out of it is more than any man could ask for. After that, we watched TV, and it didn’t take long for me to rip off her shirt, get her completely naked, and have her sit on my face for a little ride. She loved it.

  That’s how she ended up on the dining room table, tied up and blindfolded.

  “Tell me how you’re feeling.”

  “Nice,” she says.

  “How’s your pussy now?” My hand is between her legs, which are spread-eagled and tied to the table corners using my silk ties that I knotted together. I’m rubbing coconut oil on her, massaging her and teasing her, of course. She wriggles under my touch, but she moans out her response.

  “Vivi, you haven’t answered me.”

  “Soooo good.”

  I decide on another tactic. Untying her wrists and ankles, I slide her to the end of the table and retie her. Pulling her knees up, I use the chairs as anchors for them and her wrists too. Now she’s fully exposed to me.

  “So pink and shimmering.” My fingers lightly touch her, tapping on her clit. She squirms, trying to inch closer, but I don’t let her. This time, she’s going to beg.

  I drop my head and only touch the tip of my tongue to her clit, barely teasing the tiny nub. She hisses.

  “Prescott, please.”

  I keep it up. Then I stop.

  “No, please, more.”

  Instead, I go after her inner thighs, sucking and biting. She groans in earnest.

  “I need to touch myself.” She jerks on the ties, trying to get loose.

  “Not gonna happen. Remember what I said? This is all mine.”

  I’m back to touching her clit with my tongue, but nothing else. I flick it super fast, but right before she comes, I stop. She whines in protest.

  I take the coconut oil and let it run down her slit in a thin line, until it drips onto the table, forming a tiny puddle. Her breath comes fast now. My finger follows the trail until it hits her puckered hole, and then I slide in just a little and pull out. She cries out for more, so I comply. Once I’m in an inch or two, I move in and out, but just a little bit, until she’s begging me to help her come. My dick is so fucking hard, I think I’ll help her out.

  I thrust inside her and she pants like she’s running. “Yeah, there, hard.”

  My hand moves to her stomach to hold her steady because even
though she’s tied down, she’s bucking like crazy. Then I use my thumb to add pressure to her clit. Ramming into her, it doesn’t take but a few plunges to set her off. Her inner muscles clench rhythmically around my cock, causing me to shoot off into her. Her tight little pussy is fucking paradise to my dick. Leaning over, I take control of her sexy mouth. She tugs my lip with her teeth and I love how my Little Wolf is getting more spirited in our fucking. One of these days, her little claws will draw blood on my back, and that’s fine with me.

  When I untie her and take off the blindfold, she says, “That was fun. We’ll do that again.”

  “Hey, Bossy Pants, I’m calling the shots here.”

  “Not always. You’ll see.” She smirks at me. “Now help me up so we can shower. Again.”

  Laughing, I say, “I’ve never bathed so much in my life.”

  She aims her finger at me. “It’s all your fault. Pancakes and syrup and now coconut oil. We can’t exactly sit on the furniture like this.”

  “It’s worth it, though, right?”

  By this time, she’s untied, so she grabs onto me. “Nah, I didn’t like it at all.”

  I slap her ass. “You need a spanking.”

  “I’m not into that.”

  “Have you ever been?”

  “No.”

  “I think you might be, but on a different level than your regular old ass spanking.”

  She puts a hand in her hip. “What do you mean?”

  “Have you ever had your clit spanked?”

  Her eyes brighten and she’s definitely intrigued. “No.”

  “You will one day. By me. And you’ll love it.”

  By this time, we’re in the bathroom. One thing turns to another, which involves lots of soap, and she’s on her knees sucking my dick. I have to say she’s not bad. With a few, “More lips,” and “Watch your teeth,” remarks, I’m tapping her head, giving her the signal and coming into her mouth like a champ.

  “Damn, that was great.”

  “Thank you,” she says with a satisfied grin.

  As we dry off, she says, “Why bother with clothes?” It’s true. Every time we get dressed, we only stay that way for five minutes or so. “But, Prescott, we need to go to my place soon so I get something to wear tonight.”