I ran out the front door before he could say anything, letting the door close gently behind me. I was not going to show any more of my emotions to Vic than I had already.
I looked down. “Shit.” I was wearing Vic’s shirt, no pants, no shoes, and I didn’t have my apartment key or my smartphone.
This was indeed proving to be a banner year for me.
When I arrived at my apartment, Vic was already there waiting in the doorway.
In the short time it had taken the elevator to get from his floor to mine, I’d gone from humiliated to seriously pissed. How dare he? No, really, how dare he? How do people do terrible things to other people? This was no rhetorical question; I wanted an answer, because, lately, people were doing a lot of terrible things to me.
“Is there some secret tunnel in the building that I don’t know about?” I asked.
Vic smirked. “No, I just took the stairs,”
Asshole. “If you don’t mind,”—I pushed past him—“I’m going to start cleaning up the mess that is my apartment and my life.”
“Lennox.” Vic reached for my arm. “Please, let me explain.”
I whipped around. “You know what, Vic?” I bit out his name. “I’m really fucking tired of you. You tease me like a cat does a mouse. I really appreciate you handling my ex-boyfriend but, wow, stop pretending that you even remotely care about me, because you couldn’t make it more fucking obvious that you don’t.”
I turned my doorknob, praying it was unlocked. It was. At least some part of the clusterfuck of last night was working in my favor.
Ignoring Vic, I entered my apartment. I walked around it, trying to assess the damage done: a lot. Everything looked broken. Even the bed sheets were torn. I was angry all over again; I was angry and tired and pissed. I was fed up with stupid men and their stupid ways fucking with my life.
I was about to walk into the bathroom when I was shoved against the wall. Hard. I yelped in pain.
“What the fuck are you doing?” My voice came out smushed because Vic had his chest against my back and was pushing me hard against the painted plaster walls. I couldn’t see anything save the ivory-white wall. I desperately needed to paint the place.
“Let me take you on a date,” Vic whispered in my ear. He pushed me flatter against the wall, letting me know how badly he wanted me. “A proper date.”
A part of me jumped excitedly at Vic’s suggestion. Even with the wife situation and the downright disrespect he’d shown me by not telling me, I couldn’t help but crave him. The greater and better part of me, the part that had been shoved against too many walls lately, was not having it.
“Is your wife going to come as well?” I spat out.
Vic flipped me around so that I was facing him directly. We were pressed flat against each other and I could feel his erection against my stomach. We will not surrender, I demanded of my fired-up hormones. I refused to look at him. I refused to submit to his black, hungry gaze.
Vic grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “Just you and me, Lenny.”
I bit my lip, hungering for him yet still furious. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me even closer. His cock was branding my stomach, and I could feel my core betraying me, drenching my thighs. I was turning into Play-Doh beneath his hands.
“Do you want me to show you how much I care for you, Lennox?”
I gulped. He was so close to me now. If he tried anything I was so, totally powerless.
“You own me, Lennox,” Vic said, his voice hard and his gaze unwavering.
“Oh,” I gasped. That was entirely unexpected. Releasing my chin, Vic dove for my neck, sucking and biting until I was holding on to his back for support.
“Do you want this, Lennox?” Vic said, his breath hot against my skin. “Do you want me?”
I nodded, grappling against him. God help me, I wanted him so much. Against every rule I should follow, against any advice I should take, I wanted him. I needed him.
“Say it, babe, say ‘I want you, Vic.’” Vic straightened up, bending his neck down to see my face.
My voice was darker than usual, but I knew exactly what I was saying. “I want you, Vic.”
Vic grinned, that cocky, confident grin that made my thighs become slick and wet. “Goddamn right you do.” He captured my mouth and I groaned into it.
From the brief interludes I’d had with Vic, I knew he loved foreplay. This time, though, I don’t know if I could last through his foreplay. I needed him inside of me. It had been too long with the teasing, sexual tension. Everything had been so fucked lately. I needed something real.
I started pulling at his clothes, trying to send him a message. I tugged hard at his pants, trying to spring forth that big python of a cock I knew he was housing.
Vic stopped my fussing and grabbed my wrists, pinning me against the wall. He planted a punishing kiss against my mouth.
I don’t know if this was wrong. It felt dark and uneven to be doing this in the disaster zone of my apartment. On the very ground Vic was kissing me into oblivion, hours ago Dean had tried to end me. I was starkly aware that Dean was more than missing and Vic had something to do with it. Still, as Vic kissed me and I grappled to hold him, it felt something other than right. It felt . . . precarious, as if we were both walking on a thin wire and we were each other’s counterbalance. If I let go of Vic, I would fall to my death; if Vic let go of me, he would fall to his death. We needed each other equally.
“Lennox,” he murmured, kissing my neck slowly.
Ugh. I must be the luckiest girl in the world to have a man giving me all this foreplay. Not.
“I want you . . . inside of me . . . now.” I moaned, squirming against him.
Vic’s eyebrows twitched up. “Oh yeah?”
“Yes!”
“How bad do you want it?”
I groaned, frustrated. “Give it to me, please! I need you.”
Vic grinned, making me even wetter. Fuck.
“You need me?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.
I nodded furiously, trying to wrap my legs around him.
“I’ll give you what you need, baby.” Vic said, again nibbling and kissing my neck.
I mewed, frustrated. He kissed his way down my neck, tugging aside my (his) shirt, and latching onto my left nipple. I moaned, tearing at his back. At this rate, I was going to leave scratches through his shirt. He kept going down, eventually on his knees.
I blinked, staring down at the top of his head.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Giving you what you need.” Vic said, his voice harsh. He ripped down my panties in one, quick motion. I was bare before him.
“Oh, no... You don’t have to...” No one I’d ever been with enjoyed going down on me. Everyone loved a blow job, but no one liked cunnilingus. It had given me a complex, actually. I know it shouldn’t have, but it did. I felt like I was somehow dirty. Vic’s eyes snapped toward mine and I was sucked into the black hole.
His hands snaked around to my ass, pulling me closer. “You will not take this away from me.” Vic stared at my naked legs and inner thighs, his hands running up and down my backside. It felt like forever with him just looking at me.
“It’s okay if I’m—” I started to say, thinking he was not into it.
“So wet for me,” Vic said, planting a kiss on my core. I gasped at the unexpected sensation. “Oh, fuck, Lennox. You’re so good. Such a good girl getting your pussy wet for me.” Vic reached for my right leg and brought it over his shoulder. He placed his hot mouth against my inner core.
I gasped, grabbing a handful of his hair.
“Yeah, that’s right, babe. Hold on to me. Let me feel how much you like it.”
Soon I was riding his mouth with abandon. When I came, I heard him growl into me and the sound reverberated into my core.
Vic picked me up. “We’re not done.”
Good, I don’t think I’d ever have enough of Vic.
Vic car
ried me over to the bed and gently put me down on the torn-up sheets like I was a china doll. I watched him take off his shirt, and I was suddenly angry that I hadn’t gotten that opportunity. Before he could unbutton his pants, I scrambled to my knees and reached for his waistband with my left hand, and fumbled with the pant button with my right.
“Hey there,” Vic said, tipping my chin up toward him. He caught my mouth with his, taking my tongue into his own. I whimpered for mercy.
“It’s my turn,” I whispered against his lips, still playing with the button and tugging at the waistband. He raised his eyebrows in a smirk but didn’t object. I unfastened the button and lowered the fly. He was wearing boxer briefs that molded to his cock tremendously. I chewed on my lip. It was like unwrapping a present.
I carefully folded down his boxer briefs until his cock sprang out into my face. It was magnificent; I had to lick it. There was no stopping me. I placed my lips over the tip and felt Vic’s hands rake through my hair. As I moved my mouth lower down the shaft, I heard him let out a guttural, beastly sound.
“Lennox . . .”
I looked up at him, my mouth still securely around his cock. I was not letting it go; it tasted too damn good.
“Oh fuck, Lennox. When you look at me like that, you’re so goddamn sexy. Such a good girl.” Vic stroked my hair. “If you keep going, I’m gonna finish, and I wanna be inside you when I do that.”
Reluctantly, I released his cock. Vic pressed me back down on the bed.
“Good girl.” He smiled.
Vic angled himself over me and sucked at my neck. His hand was between my thighs, sliding up and down my core as though he were trying to coat his hand with my juices. He opened my inner lips and my whole body sizzled.
“Where do you want my cock, Lennox?”
I groped at his back. There was just too much of him, I could barely get my hands on his shoulders.
Vic narrowed his eyes. “Where, Lennox?”
“Inside of me!” I panted.
Vic bit the skin of my neck, causing me to scream and simultaneously moan as he kissed the exact spot.
“Almost,” Vic murmured. “Say ‘I want your cock in my pussy, Vic.’”
Wow, he could make me come with dirty talk alone. I hadn’t done it that much before, and the guys with whom I had done it with had been horrible. Vic made me wet every time he spoke. Too bad I was so tongue-tied from his touching and kissing I couldn’t reciprocate.
“Lennox.” Vic growled, abruptly stopping his assault. “Say it.”
“Vic, I need your cock in my pussy. Please, Vic! I need you inside of me.” I squirmed upward against him, trying to get him to touch me again.
“Not quite right.” Vic grinned down at me. “But I think I like your version better.”
Vic positioned himself above me. I felt his head right at my entrance, and for a moment everything made sense. Dean, Vic, his wife, it didn’t matter. All the stars were in place; the universe had aligned.
Vic paused, and I strained my neck to look down between us. Why was such a beautiful thing stopping?
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes, yes for years!” I nodded furiously, pulling at him.
“Thank God. I don’t think I could have stopped.”
As I felt the tip breach my entrance, I leaned my head back and moaned. “Oh. Oh!” Wow, I don’t think anything has ever felt so incredible—
What the hell? I looked up at Vic. Why did he pull out?
“Look at me while I enter you,” Vic said.
I locked my eyes on his and—Oh God! So good.
“Oh...” I moaned, reaching for Vic’s neck. If he wants me to keep looking at him, I’m going to need a little support. “You’re so big. You feel so good.” I felt absolutely drugged. This was better than morphine.
Trust me, I know.
“Are you ready for all of me?” Vic asked. His neck muscles were strained, and his voice was ragged and seductive.
My eyes widened at his words. All of him? This wasn’t all of him?
He grinned when he saw my reaction.
I could only nod.
In one final thrust, Vic entered me and I positively exploded. I scratched at his neck and squeezed my legs tight around him. “Oh, my God!”
“Nope, just me.”
Before I could respond to Vic’s quip, he pulled out and thrust again into. I screamed, begging for more. He obliged, giving me more and more until I was literally on the brink. I came unravelled like a sweater with only one thread. I bit at his shoulder, pulling at his hair, and begged him to give it to me. And he did.
When I thought I was done he started me up all over again. He flipped me over, and I screamed as he plunged deep into my core.
God he was big. I don’t think I’d ever been penetrated so deeply. “Oh, yes! Fuck me, Vic!” I yelled into the mattress, biting hard on the sheet.
“Yes, ma’am!” Vic slapped my ass and picked up the pace, a fast yet delicate rhythm that had me moaning uncontrollably.
I’d never been one to lose control in bed. I like control. But, damn, I’m not even sure what I was yelling. I’m pretty sure I was speaking in tongues. With every thrust, I felt like I was coming further apart in the most delicious way.
Oh, I was losing it. “Come inside me, please.” Vic made me feel so deliriously good.
“What?” Vic tugged my face around so I was looking over my shoulder at him.
His eyes were blazing.
“I’m on birth control, remember? It’s okay. Please, please come inside of me. I want to feel your come inside of me.” I squirmed back against him, urging him on. Nothing had ever made more sense than his come inside of me.
“Fuck, Lennox,” Vic hissed. Suddenly I was flipped over onto my back. I stared straight into Vic’s black eyes. “When I come inside of you, I want to see your eyes.”
I nodded, completely captivated. I could feel my core start to clench around him, and the blissful waves began to take me again. My eyes were fluttering in time to the waves, but I forced them open: I wanted to see him as much as he wanted to see me. As my orgasm reached its full height, Vic came. Knowing that threw me further down the rabbit hole.
Vic’s jaw clenched, his muscles tightened, and I could feel his cock pumping and unloading into me. I moaned his name deep and guttural, until there was nothing left of either of us save shuddering husks.
Vic rolled off and next to me, motioning for me to join him under his arm. I did. I didn’t bother cleaning up, because I liked the feeling of his come between my legs. Vic didn’t move to wash up either.
I groaned, pushing away the sadist that was trying to wake me up. I was tired and sore. Deliciously, wonderfully sore, but still sore.
“Wake up, Lennox!”
“Asshole!” I yelled into my pillow. Whoever this demon was, it had just pulled the blankets off of me, and now I was cold. Someone was going to die.
I felt hands sliding up my thighs and I shivered.
“Is that any way to talk to me?” Vic’s rich voice penetrated my sleep fogged brain. His hands were kneading my thighs and his lips whispered jokes on my neck.
“Mmmm.” I rolled over, eyes still closed, feeling for Vic.
“Nope. Sorry, babe. We have a dinner reservation.” And with those quick words, his touch, his breath, his lips, were gone.
I opened my eyes and glowered. The light was on, I was cold, and now I was sexually frustrated. There was going to be a mass murder.
The hostess sat us in a booth. Instead of sitting on opposite sides of each other, Vic had us sit next to one another; it was perfect.
I was still pretty pissed about the way he woke me up, not to mention the fact that when he woke me up he told me I only had ten minutes to get ready. Ten minutes? I’m not high-maintenance. I don’t need much time to get ready. But, when he told me where we were going (some french place I couldn’t pronounce), I knew I was going to need more than ten minutes. I didn’t get more than ten
minutes, I got a slap on my ass and a “You can do it, tiger!” from Vic.
So, needless to say, despite the fancy french restaurant and his insistence that we sit side by side, I was planning on punishing him. I think giving him a lesson on what it’s like to be sexually frustrated is a good start.
Vic looked over the menu. “What do you want? You can have anything.”
“I want one of everything,” I said, leaning into him and pressing my breasts against his arm.
The restaurant we were at was on the beach. It was low-lit and not very crowded. I’d never been here before, but I could tell it was expensive by the fact that there were no prices on the menu.
“As long as you can eat it,” Vic said, unperturbed.
“And I want all the wine on the menu. By the bottle,” I said goading him. Pretending to read his menu, I leaned even closer giving him a view of my breasts peeking out the top of the neckline of my dress.
Vic scrutinized me. “I don’t think you could handle one glass of wine, much less twenty or so bottles.”
I snaked my hand across his thigh, settling it on his groin. The bastard didn’t even flinch.
“But wine is so . . . flirty,” I said, lowering my voice. I started to rub his cock and, to my delight, it started to grow.
Vic glared at me. “What are you doing, Lennox?”
“What?” I asked, feigning innocence.
He grabbed my hand, forcing it to stop moving.
I must rethink my plan. I took his other hand and slid it under my dress and up between my thighs. His eyes widened. Muahaha! Finally, a crack in his carefully constructed shield.
I leaned in, whispering, “You make me so wet, Vic.”
His eyes narrowed, blazing into that seductive glare I’ve grown to love.
“Can’t you feel me?”
“Yes,” He whispered, his voice hoarse.
Ha! Cards, I have all of them.
“I still have your come inside me.” I tried to look away coyly, but Vic snatched my chin back, forcing me to look at him.
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