by JA Huss
“Why do you hate to admit it?” I ask, as I start unbuttoning the two buttons she has left on her silk blouse. “Why is it so terrible to have a partner in life? We could be good together, Tori. We could make so many good things together.”
Her eyes open and she places her hand on my stubbled cheek. Just the heat of her palm makes me want her so bad. “I want to believe that, but—”
I place a finger over her lips. “Just let me show you how much I understand what you need. OK? Just let me show you how well I know what you need.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Victoria
I don’t even have to answer because we both know we belong together. It was so obvious ten years ago when we first met back in college. That night under the trees. The day after, when he showed up outside my class. It was all so perfect before Lucio came back and did his damage. But what would it cost me to give in again? Really? What would it cost me to let him back in? To let us be together? To trust him?
If it doesn’t work out, maybe a broken heart. But they say it’s better to love and lose than never to love at all. And even though I never believed that, I want to believe that.
“I think,” I say softly. He smiles down at me like I am the only person in the world. Like we are the only two people in the whole world. “I think I know what you need too.”
I might lose this bet. It might be great for a year, or two, or ten. And then it might all go to shit. But I’d have that year, or two, or ten to hold in my heart. Years we’d probably be very happy.
“All I need is you, Miss Arias. I fell in love with you so long ago. And the only thing I want back is your trust. Just give in a little. Just let me guide you through life, Victoria. When you let me take control you get to think less, worry less, panic less.”
“I don’t know if I want that, Weston. I really don’t. I feel like I do a good job most of the time. I don’t want to be an extension of you. I want to be your partner.”
My blouse falls open and his lips find my nipple. His fingers find the other one and he sucks and squeezes, sending my mind into that floaty existence that comes with lust. His mouth is on my mouth, kissing gently at first, then he takes my lip between his teeth and bites with just the slightest bit of pressure.
“You have it all backwards. Giving in to me has nothing to do with losing yourself. Giving in to me just makes us flow. Like a river, Victoria. With no rocks in the way. No bends to wind around. No cliffs to fall over. I’m pretty good at success, you know. I’ve done pretty good so far. Just trust me. And just start doing that right now. Let me take control here. Let me show how I know what you want… what you need.”
God, my whole body is tingling from these words. I’ve never heard him talk this way. Maybe he’s not the guy I thought he was? I have been wrong about so many things.
“Say it, Tori. Say you’ll give in.”
He positions his body on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my bare stomach. One hand hikes my skirt up, grabs my leg under my knee, and he pulls it out from under him, exposing my pussy to his pressure. I close my eyes and moan as his hips begin to grind against me.
“Say it,” he croons in my ear as he props himself up on top of me.
I open my other leg, spread myself for him, grant him full access.
His mouth dips down to nibble on my neck and I can’t help it, I grab his muscled shoulders and dig my nails into his skin.
“Wild girl,” he says in my ear. “I know you’re a wild girl. Let me show you how wild we can be together.”
“Oh, God,” I moan.
“Just say OK,” he whispers softly. So softly it makes my nipples peak and my pussy wet. “Tell me to take control and we’ll try things my way for once. You won’t know if you like it until you try.”
I don’t think I could say no, even if I wanted to. And right now, I really don’t want to. “OK,” I say.
“OK, what?” he asks, his voice less soft now. Rumbly. Fierce. “I what to hear you say it.”
“OK, you’re in control.”
He’s got his hands wrapped around my wrists and my arms above my head before I can even think.
“West—”
“Shhh,” he says. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m not trying to scare you. I just want you to you explore this new way with me.”
New way? I think I know what that means, but I don’t really think I know what he means. Weston Conrad has always been gentle with me. Like I’m something he might break. We don’t do rough sex. Not really. That sex against the wall yesterday was about as rough as we do it. Bending me over the back of a couch. I like that. But we don’t do anything really rough. Is that what he wants?
He’s straddling me now. His hands leave my wrists, but he says, “Leave them there,” just as I think of regaining some control by touching him back. “Don’t. Move.”
It’s not mean. He’s not rough, either. I’m not scared.
I try to breathe deeply as he stands up, his feet planted between my legs, and begins to unbutton his shirt. He smiles at me the whole time. And then his fingers nimbly undo his pants and he pulls them down. They get kicked off to the side and he kneels, his long cock all hard and thick, resting right at the entrance to my pussy.
“God, I want you,” I say. “I want you inside me.”
“I want you too,” he says, moving forward until his dick is positioned in front of my face. “But I want to be inside your mouth first. I want you to suck my cock like you missed it, Miss Arias.”
“Can I use my hands?” I ask, so unsure of what he’s after.
He closes his eyes and moans. “Fuck. Keep asking me for permission like that, Tori, and I’ll come on your face right now. My answer is no. Now open your mouth and suck my cock like you’ve been dreaming about it for three years.”
I feel a gush of wetness between my legs as he tells me these things. Do I like it his way?
“I don’t like to ask twice, Victoria.”
He says my name like he’s talking business. Like the negotiations are over and it’s time to sign the contract.
I open and he moves forward, his hands planted on the blanket on either side of my head. I feel the smooth tip first and swipe my tongue around it in a little circle.
“Keep your eyes open,” he says, using that same even tone that makes it sound like a command. “I want you to look me in the eyes as you suck my cock.”
I have to tip my head back some in order to meet his gaze because he’s leaning forward, and as I do that, his fingers find my throat.
They don’t squeeze, but it startles me.
“Trust me,” he says.
I can’t talk back because he sinks his cock into my mouth a little deeper, pressing my tongue flat and opening up my throat.
I’ve sucked his dick plenty of times. I can take him about halfway on a good day. But I know he’s already there and I know he’s not going to let that be where he stops.
I seal my lips around his shaft, sucking on him like nothing in the world tastes better than his dick. His eyes begin to close, but he catches himself and smiles.
My head begins to bob with his rocking hips and it turns me on to think of what he’s doing. Face-fucking me. God, I want more of this. I cannot believe I’m so turned on. Am I supposed to be turned on? Am I supposed to like this? Or am I supposed to hate it and just do it because he tells me to?
“Tori,” he says. “Eyes on me.”
I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes. And I find it very difficult to hold his gaze while I suck him off.
“You’re so pretty,” he says, fingers sweeping under my hair. “Your lips look so pretty wrapped around my cock.”
I moan and close my eyes again. But he fists my hair, pulling it just enough to get my attention back where it belongs. On him.
“I want to come down your throat, Miss Arias. I want you to open wide and let me stick my cock deep inside your throat so I can make you swallow me. Make you choke on my come.”
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p; Again, I’m surprised at how calm he is. How soothing his words are. Even though his words are filthy, he’s says them like they’re sweet.
I’m even more surprised at how calm I am.
He’s deep, deep inside me. His hips are still rocking. Not hard and fast, but slowly. Way too slowly.
“Take one hand down,” he says. “And put it between your legs.”
I do it. Immediately. But my arms aren’t long enough to reach around his body and find my clit. I moan in frustration as I wriggle to change position.
Weston Conrad smiles at my struggle. And then he thrusts forward one more time, grabs my hair, pulling hard, and comes inside my mouth.
“Swallow,” he growls, fighting to keep eye contact with me. “Swallow or I’ll never let you come tonight.”
I’m practically choking on his semen, and lots of it drips out of my mouth and down my chin.
But I do as I’m told. I swallow as much of him as I can.
Chapter Twenty-Eight - Weston
I flip her over before she’s even done, press her face into the blanket, lift her hips up until she’s on her knees, spread her legs wide, and dive into her pussy. She is so sweet. Everything about her body makes me think of dessert. I have her wriggling and moaning seconds into giving her my full attention.
“Tori,” I say, coming up for air. I grab her hips and hold on tight. “Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes,” she says, her eyes closed tight, her head turned sideways with her mouth open. God, I want to fuck her every which way right now. I can’t get enough. “Please,” she begs.
I want to go slow, I really do. I want to make this last forever. So I lean back and push my fingers inside her slick pussy. Her back arches and her legs begin to tremble and shake.
“You want it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she says. “I want you now.”
“Not yet, wild girl. Not until we lay some ground rules.”
“What?” she asks, opening her eyes and lifting her head up. “Rules? Don’t fuck with me, Corporate!”
I laugh. “That’s Mr. Corporate to you, baby.”
“Weston,” she says. But I wiggle my fingers inside her and one finds her G-spot, so she takes a time out to moan and enjoy that.
“Yes?” I ask, totally amused.
“Just fuck me, you asshole. You already got off and left me hanging. This better not turn into a pattern.”
“What if it does? Will you say no next time?”
“I mi—” But she can’t even finish because I’m teasing her clit now.
“What was that? I didn’t catch the end.”
“Stop it, you jerk. You’re not allowed to negotiate during sex.”
“Well, if you were the one making the rules, I’d agree with that. It’s unreasonable and unfair to negotiate in the throes of passion. But I’m gonna do it anyway.”
“So shut up and get to it!”
“First,” I say, easing my fingers out and leaning forward, so my chest is pressed against her back. “I want some concessions.”
“No,” she blurts. “No. We fuck, then we talk. That’s my new rule. No more talk-fucking.”
“I make the rules, my violet wild child. But I don’t want much, so just be quiet and listen. I just want you to make me a promise.”
“No,” she whines. “That’s not fair. You already got off!”
“Listen, Victoria. Just give me ten seconds and listen. All I want is your promise that you’ll see me again when this is over.”
She shoots me a wary look over her shoulder. “That’s it?”
“That’s it, babe. That’s all I want. We’re gonna have a real date when this is over and we’re gonna have a real discussion. We’re gonna come to an agreement about making this work. So promise me.”
“Fine,” she says. “Fine. Just step down off your high horse and put your dick in my stable!”
I laugh so loud, it echoes off the ceiling. But then I spank her ass and say, “Listen, missy, the only wild talk happening when you have sex with me comes from my mouth. Your mouth does what I tell it to do. Understand?”
She’s about to reach back and punch me in the face so I grab both her wrists and bind them behind her back in a firm grip.
“And no hitting when I talk like this. It’s playful, Tori. Just let me be the big strong man I am and play your part as my softer, better half.”
She struggles to get free of my hold, but I grip her tighter. “I’m going to make you pay for this.”
“You can try,” I say, releasing her hands and slapping her ass.
She looks at me like I’m really gonna get clocked now. “Do not slap me.”
I slap her again. It cracks so loud, she yelps as her body tries to twist and turn. But my body is there, covering her. I’ve got my hands underneath her now, palms squeezing her breasts. “Someone has to tame you, Miss Arias. It might as well be me.”
“You’re in so much trouble after we’re done.”
“I look forward to negotiating that proposal with you. Now, focus.” My dick is pressing against her asshole, and even though I’d love to fuck her ass right this moment, I want her pussy more. Right now, I just want to hear her moan as she comes all over my dick.
So I ease inside of her and all that ferocious attitude disappears with a sigh.
“See,” I say. “I know what you need.” I pull out, almost all the way. Her ass tries to follow my lead, to prevent my cock from withdrawing, and in that moment, I thrust forward. Hard. And again. Harder. Her whole body is pushed forward on the blanket as I continue to fuck her from behind.
A slapping noise fills the room. The evidence of our skin-on-skin contact. Her moans fill the room. Evidence of her arousal. I am grunting, my jaw clenching. My hands are gripping her hips so hard, I might leave bruises.
“Ohoo,” she says, each time I pull back. “Uhhhh,” she groans, each time I fill her back up.
I lean down, fucking her doggie-style as I cover her back, my hips thrusting and pumping. I reach around to her mouth and I put my fingers to her lips. She begins to suck and lick them, just like she did my cock.
It’s too much.
That little bit of action is the pinnacle of her desire.
“Come,” I whisper in her ear. “Come right now, Victoria. Come all over my dick and then I will flip you over and eat your—”
She explodes. I stop, enjoying the contractions of her pussy against my shaft. And when they begin to lessen, I do exactly what I said I’d do.
I flip her over and eat her pussy.
She comes again. I could do this all day. My little wild woman is multi-orgasmic most of the time, and I feel like putting that little skill to the test. I reach up and squeeze her tits. Hard. Her hips buck against my mouth, directing my tongue to her clit. I take it between my teeth, nipping it just hard enough to make her wiggle to get away, and then I suck it in, let go, and swirl my tongue around it like it’s a sweet piece of candy and I can’t get enough.
She comes again.
I am in fucking heaven.
I pull back and lie down next to her on the blanket. “Get on top,” I command. “Now.”
Tori scrambles up from her position on the floor and straddles me, placing her pussy directly over my hard cock. She eases down, throws her head back, and I fill her up once again.
Her tits are in my face and I lean towards them, my mouth seeking the large, round outline of her nipples.
My hands are there, wrapping around her full breasts, kneading them as she pushes herself to the brink. Her hair sways, dragging along my chest, the long dark waves teasing me as we move in rhythm.
Her back is arched, her eyes are closed, pointing towards the ceiling. I take one hand off her tit and palm her throat.
She comes again, the wetness inside her pussy coating my dick with her hot release.
And then I fuck her so hard, my balls slap against her ass. I fuck her so hard, she has to put her head down on my shoulder and just give i
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We come together the next time. And even though I know I should, I don’t pull out. I meant what I said. We’re moving forward with my plan now. I’m never using a condom or pulling out again.
We lie there, sweating, and hot, and slick, and satiated in the aftermath. Our hearts are beating together. Thumping like crazy. Just thin skin and hardened muscles separate us.
And she says, “You’re a dick.”
And I say, “I know. But fuck it. I want what I want. And I know you want it too, you’re just scared to admit you need someone like me in your life. So fuck it, Tori. I’m just gonna take, and take, and take until you make me stop. And that’s where we’ll stay forever. Just like that. I’ll get as much as I can from you. And you’ll give as much as you can to me. And that’s our happy place, babe. That’s how we meet in the middle.”
We fall asleep. On the fucking floor. Sprawled out. Arms and legs tangled together.
Happy.
For once.
Chapter Twenty-Nine - Victoria
The sun is hot and blazing through my closed eyes when I begin to wake up. No pounding rain. No whipping wind. No insufferable humidity hanging in the air.
“Hungry?” West asks, kissing me on the lips. “I made us ready-to-eat survival pancakes for breakfast.”
I smile and open my eyes. He’s still Naked Man next to me. He will stay that way all day if I let him. God, I kinda miss the fucking exhibitionism we used to share.
I think about all the words he said to me last night. All the ways he made me feel good. And I give in. For now.
“Yeah,” I say, sitting up to look at what he brought me. “Starving, actually. I don’t think I’ll complain if you want to go catch us some seafood for dinner tonight.”
“We’re going home today. Mysterious will come get us.”
“How do you know?” I ask, feeling a little bit of regret over that news.
“He said he would. I don’t really know what the fuck is happening, but I can’t afford not to trust him right now. We’re sorta stuck. He’ll be here. We’ll go back to the mainland and I’ll figure it out.”