Chapter 15
Victoria
It was a long drive to Mountain View, but it was good company—I put music on, and I gave Bridget the breathless recap of all the work and applications I’d been doing recently, while she talked about her work too, which felt like it should have been a bit odd—me telling her about the web developers I’d been in contact with on freelance work scoping out big consultation projects while she told me about erotic POV audio, you find a hypnotic track that makes you do anything you’re told, but I figured it was only strange if we made it strange.
I just liked seeing her light up when she was passionate about something.
Mountain View was a cozy lodge and café far out of the way but well worth the drive—I’d been there a couple times with my family when I was younger, a beautiful cabin up in the mountains with the most stunning views of snow-blanketed hills and pine trees dressed in their white coats, mountains carving midnight-purple shapes under the night sky that was lush with stars this far out from civilization.
I ordered hot chocolate for the two of us and sat by a big crackling fire, a table under a massive window that showed the light flurries blowing down from the roof, and as we made small talk and laughed about nothing, I ached with how badly I wanted to kiss her.
Couldn’t really do that unless I was planning on fucking her here and now, though.
Once the mugs of hot chocolate ran low and the night was deep, our conversation dwindled down to a loaded silence that felt like we were saying so much more than we would with words, and I surprised myself by putting a hand on her knee under the table. She smiled sweetly at me.
“I haven’t really done this kind of thing,” she said.
“Avowed Christmas hater, turns out.”
She laughed, putting her hand on top of mine and squeezing. “You know, child of the internet. I’ve never been one for taking someone in real life and just going on a random adventure like this. It’s… it’s nice,” she said softly. “Really nice. Thanks for coming with.”
“I haven’t really done this kind of thing with people in general since… my first couple years out of college. I feel like I’m getting to… decide again, I guess, what my life looks like.”
She was quiet when she said, “I think you’re making a pretty damn good one.”
I heard myself speak. “Me too,” I said, and the next thing I knew, I’d kissed her—my lips on hers, leaning across the table and capturing her in a soft kiss that had her somehow seem to tense and relax at the same time, melting into the kiss even though her hand grew taut on mine.
“Right here?” she whispered when I pulled back with my heart pounding. “I mean, I’d do it with you anywhere, but, uh, I think we’d get kicked out…”
I’d just been kissing her without thinking about it. I really was off the deep end. “Let’s book a room,” I said, and she went wide-eyed at me.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. It’s not too expensive here… and it’s not like either of us have clock-in times we need to worry about being back for tomorrow.
And it’s nice. I don’t often get the chance to enjoy something like this.
” I was talking too quickly, running my mouth.
“If you’d rather get back to a familiar bed tonight, though, that’s understandable.
I’m happy to pay for the room. I have a good payout coming from the freelance work done well ahead of schedule. ”
She smiled wider, eyes sparkling. I think she knew I was nervous. Did she know why I was nervous? I didn’t know why I was nervous. “That sounds great,” she said. “I don’t feel like driving all the way back. But I can split the cost on the room.”
“You drove us.”
“You bought hot chocolate.”
“That’s not equivalent to—”
She kissed me, and I shut up. “I’ll ask about a room,” she said, sliding out of her seat, and I nodded mostly just to myself as I sat back and let her approach the counter.
Was she getting a double, or a single bed?
We hadn’t actually slept in the same bed…
a thin line I’d drawn to pretend nothing was happening.
But then we wound up before long in a room with wood paneling, a thick rug under my feet, a beautiful view out the window with the curtains drawn back, a skinny Christmas tree in the corner dressed in handmade ornaments, and a single big four-poster bed.
Bridget shed her coat when we got inside, hung it up, undid her boots, and I’d barely gotten out of my coat before she was pressed up against my front, pulling me into a long, slow kiss, her hands tangling in my hair.
And when she pulled back, she looked at me like we were the only two people in the world.
“Victoria?” she said, and my name in that soft whisper gave me shivers.
“Yes?”
“You’re beautiful.”
I swallowed hard. “Well, I suppose I’m happy to know you haven’t settled for messy sex sessions with someone ugly.”
She laughed, caressing her fingers over my jaw. “I want you.”
“I… well, I want that too. I mean, it’s a beautiful room. It would probably make for a good photoshoot or something too. Or maybe if you want to record—”
“I want this just for the two of us, Victoria.”
“Oh.” I was in over my head. “I… that sounds nice… to me.” I had to make it less romantic. I blanked for a second before I said, “So, should I wear a strap and dick you down now?”
She smiled serenely. “If that’s what you want, it’s what I want too.”
Oh, god. My heart was hammering. She looked so beautiful in the low light like this… I was not developing feelings for Bridget. I could not. “Well, I doubt they have any just hanging out handy here,” I said. “Maybe if we ask at reception?”
“Power to you if you want to try, but I’ve got one in my car.”
“Oh. You do?”
“Yeah, in the, uh, the side glove compartment.”
I paused. “Is that why you snapped it shut in front of me when I—”
“Yep.”
I pointed to the door, my face hot. “I’ll just… I’ve still got my boots on, so I’ll go, uh, grab it.”
“Mm. I’ll be waiting for you, baby,” she whispered, running her hands over my front, and I spiked with heat and desire and a million other things I shouldn’t have been feeling.
“Yeah. Well. I’m, uh, going,” I said, and I kissed her one more time before I turned to the door, and when I had my hand on the handle, she said,
“Victoria?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want to take a bag, or are you going to walk through the lodge with a big silicone cock in your hand?”
“I’ll… take a bag.” I stopped to pick up Bridget’s bag.
We’d had sex so many times now. This shouldn’t have felt so different.
But I was quivering and nervous like it was my first time, the whole trip down to the car.
When I got the dildo from the glove compartment, it felt like a little more than just a toy, and I was hyperaware of its presence in the bag the whole way up, especially when I got back in the room and found Bridget in her bra and panties, propped up against the headboard, lit by the soft glow of the lamp by the bed and the glow of the stars outside, her eyes shining as she looked at me.
“Welcome back,” she murmured, not taking her eyes off mine for one instant. Just like in that video what felt like forever ago now, her eyes were hypnotic—impossible to look away from, making my whole body stir.
“Hey. Sorry if I… I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”
She pouted a little. “You sure did. However are you going to make it up to me?”
“Ah. Well. I have something in mind.”
She laughed. “Wash your hands, take off all those layers, and come kiss me, and we’ll see if we can work something out.”
I should have backed out. Or maybe that was just me being afraid of good things.
I washed my hands. Took off all the layers. And I got back to the bed, dressed now in just an undershirt and my panties, where I climbed up onto the bed and crawled on top of Bridget, whose hands found my sides, looking up at me with those damn eyes I was so damn weak for.
I kissed her, and she met me like she’d always been waiting for it.
We kissed until we melded into one, our bodies moving in unison, and it was a wholly different feeling from all the other times—my body stirred, heat in my thighs, but it was so much more than that, terrifyingly so.
Her hands up my shirt were everything, and when I took her bra off, her nipples in my mouth felt less like dirty play and more like…
something else. When our underwear came off, I needed more, and I settled between her thighs, tasting her and savoring every beautiful little noise she made.
“Victoria,” she said, my name sounding perfect in her beautiful moan. “The strap, please.”
“Do you want to stay like this?” I said, gesturing to the position, and she nodded.
“I want to look at you while you’re inside me, Victoria.”
Oh, god. Right. Problem was, I wanted that too.
I fitted on the dildo with the harness that had been with it, and I paused over the bed when I realized.
“I didn’t get lube,” I said. “Was there any in the car?”
“Doesn’t matter,” she said, spreading her legs to show me how… how… perfect she was. “If there’s none here, we’ll just be slow and gentle.”
“Bridget… you’re so beautiful,” I murmured as I caressed her thigh, not even realizing I was saying it. And when my gaze met hers again, I lost myself in it, her eyes holding mine so intently I thought I wanted to stay here forever.