30. Katy
30
Katy
T his….is…
Strange.
Exhilarating.
Awkward.
Fucking. Powerful!
I’m inside Viktor. I’m inside his body. He’s letting me fuck him. I have all the power over this man who could so easily overpower me with the blink of an eye—but he won’t. This man has given me all of his trust and vulnerability.
I want this. I want him and everything that comes with him. Each thrust of my hips forward feels like I’m digging deeper into his soul, his heart.
I’m not oblivious. I see the way he looks at me, but I still see myself as the naive sixteen year old that got into a bad situation and needs a big burly man to watch over her.
But now, in this moment, we are equals. He’s giving of himself as much as I’m taking and vice versa. He’s giving me strength as I’m taking it. Taking my power. Power that was stripped of me while I was forced on my hands and knees in that alley. Power that Shane used over me to take my virginity, my dignity, and the last piece of my youth.
Viktor, my bodyguard, my savior, my lover.
Viktor is giving it all back to me. Each thrust of my hips put a little piece of me back into place with a little piece of him molded into it. Weaved and intertwined. Blended colors mixed together to make a beautiful new image.
Fuck . I need to stop waxing poetic and get back to the moment.
Reaching into the pouch of the harness, I push the button to turn on the vibrating feature on the dildo.
“Holy fuck, Pepper. Fuck. God dammit.”
I chuckle as I push harder into him. The vibrations affecting me as much as him, but his reactions are incredible, and I bite my cheek to contain my laughter.
“Feel good?” I coo close to his ear. The angle of my leaning over must rub something inside him because he moans out a guttural “fuuuuuuck,” and I stay in the position and continue to thrust inside him.
I don’t know how men do this because my abs and upper thighs are on fire, but I’m not stopping. The vibrator has me close to orgasm, and if the sounds coming from Viktor are any indication, so is he.
“How do you want to come? I can keep going.” I pump my hips a few times and listen to his moan. “I can pull out and finish you with my mouth, or I’ll let you come on my pretty tits, your favorite body part.”
“Fuck. Tits. I want your tits.”
His answer is frantic, and he moves his hips, wanting to get to them.
“Shh, me first.” I stand, adjusting myself so the vibrator is angled right over my clit, and I brace a hand on Viktor’s back as the warm sensation begins to wash over me. I’m struggling to control my hips when the orgasm finally takes hold. My movements become frantic, and I must be hitting something inside Viktor. His mutters, moans, and curses increase, and when I finally pull out, the rush of air that leaves him is full of relief.
“Get on your fucking knees, Pepper.”
Without hesitation, I drop to the floor and arch my neck back, giving him access to my body. Viktor’s hand moves frantically over his cock, stroking himself toward relief. With a grunt, his hot come coats my chest and neck. When the last spurt drains from him, he joins me on his knees and grabs handfuls of my breast.
Viktor’s mouth sucks in one nipple while pinching the other. My milk joining with his come on my chest. When he switches sides, he licks up the underside of my breast, tasting the mixture of us.
His moans of appreciation make me feel loved and cherished.
“You taste like fucking heaven.”
My giggle makes him look up, nipple still in his mouth, and I burst into laughter.
“You’re ridiculous.”
He releases me and attacks my lips. We tumble to the floor with his hasty assault, laughing through kisses.
Viktor looks between us and smirks. “I think we need another shower.”
I run a hand across his cheek and look deep into his blue eyes. “How are you?”
“I’m good, Pepper. I’m really fucking good. Let’s get cleaned up, and we can go to bed.”
Viktor stands and extends his hand to help me. When he pulls me up, he wraps his arms around me, smearing his come between us. We kiss our way to the bathroom, and when he gives me his back to start the shower, I see something on the counter and get an idea.
As Viktor turns toward me with a smile, I slap a rainbow star sticker on his forehead. “You were a good boy and earned your reward.”
His brows scrunch as he tries to look up at his forehead before he gives up and looks at his reflection in the mirror. He huffs and shakes his head when he sees I’ve placed one of Owen’s potty reward stickers on him.
“You’re gonna get it for that, Miss Katy.”
Don’t tempt me with a good time.
? ? ? ? ?
Babs: I’m so sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to assume my role in yours or Owen’s life. Please give me another chance.
I read the text message for what feels like the dozenth time while sipping my coffee. I woke up to my alarm wrapped warmly in the arms of this nakedly gorgeous man who wants to be mine, and for a few minutes, I wished I had no other responsibilities and could stay in his embrace forever.
Viktor rolled over at the sound and kissed my forehead, telling me he’d get Owen. I still had thirty minutes until we needed to get him, so I hit snooze and cuddled closer.
“Can you make love to me in the next nine minutes?”
“What?” Viktor chuckles as he looks at me.
“Nine minutes. That’s how long my snooze is. Think you can get us both off in nine minutes?”
“I could, but I don’t want to. Can you give me eighteen? One extra snooze.”
“You’re on!” I roll to my back and rest my hands above my head. “My body is all yours, Viking.”
Viktor dives into my neck and growls. “I fucking love it when you call me that.”
Blindly, he reaches out toward the nightstand drawer in search of a condom. I’m on birth control and want nothing more than to tell him we don’t need it like our first time, but there’s still a part of me traumatized about how Owen came about. I want him to have siblings. Growing up as an only child was lonely, but there’s plenty of time.
Why do I feel like now is a good time for conversation? I have no idea, but my mind is running a mile a minute, and I need answers. As I watch Viktor roll on the condom and slowly lower himself to me, the words are out before my brain catches up.
“Do you want kids?”
Viktor pauses mid-moan, cock half inside me, and looks between us. “Really? You ask that now, Pepper.” He pushes the rest of the way in and sits up on his knees, running his hands along my inner thighs.
“Sorry.”
Gently, he thrusts in and out of me with a serious look on his face.
“Don’t ever be sorry for asking an honest question. If you remember, you’ve asked me this one before.”
“I did?” Why don’t I remember his answer? Although, with the torture of him languidly sliding inside me, I can barely remember my own name.
“Well, not you, exactly. Blake asked me for you. You were extremely embarrassed she asked. Your cheeks were this beautiful shade of scarlet. It was the day of your birthday party.”
Oh god. Now I remember that embarrassing moment.
“Wait. Oh fuck that feels…. oooh . She asked if you liked kids. I asked a different question.” I close my eyes, and my head lulls to the side as he continues to pump into me. “You…you said something about dreams are—Fuck, Viktor. Right there.”
Beep-Beep. Beep-Beep.
I slap the snooze button on my phone, not caring if he takes another nine minutes or nine hours. I’m in heaven right now.
“Futile.”
“What?” Did I say something?
“Futile. I said sometimes dreams are futile. Yes, I like kids, and I’d love to have some of my own someday. But I never saw a life for my future that allowed me to have them…before you.”
I want to question his answer. I need a lot more information, but he tilts his hips and pinches my nipples, and my teetering orgasm crashes into me.
“Viktor. I-I… fuuuuck .”
“I know, Pepper. Believe me, I know.”
His body leans over mine, and a few deep thrusts later, he’s moaning his orgasm into my neck.
“Katy?”
“Hmm?” I look up from my coffee, Viktor’s voice pulling me back from this morning’s session.
“Are you going to respond to your mother?”
“Mama! All done.” Owen waves his hands in the air, signing he’s done eating his breakfast. Viktor picked him up while I made us omelets to eat.
Grabbing the wipes to clean Owen of his egg mess, I contemplate his question like I’ve been doing for the last hour since the text came in. I want to say no. Every fiber of me wants to forget she exists, but despite my knowledge of her toxicity, I can’t walk away.
“Should I? I can’t come up with a good enough reason not to.”
Viktor steps next to me, and I see the hesitation as his eyes dart to Owen. Things changed between us last night, but we still haven’t talked about it. I pull Owen out of his highchair, and he takes off to his room in a flurry of giggles with Bun-Bun in hand.
“Come here.” I open my arms, and Viktor closes the distance between us. “You’re already an important figure in his life. I don’t think some hugging will make a difference in his eyes.”
His arms tighten around me, and I feel his warmth as he kisses the top of my head.
“I’ll be right here no matter what decision you make for your mom. It can’t hurt to hear her out one more time. She was excited at the coffee place. Not that it was an excuse, just an outside viewpoint.”
“Gah. Why do you have to be so logical?”
“Because I’m older and wiser.” He peers down the hall before leaning down and brushing his lips against mine.
“Only five years. And I’m happy to call you Daddy anytime you want me to.”
Viktor suddenly steps back in a coughing fit, and I realize it’s over my comment. I guess I shocked him.
Owen comes running into the room, concern lacing his face, and he pats Viktor’s leg.
“You k, Vik? You k?”
My heart melts as Viktor picks up Owen and clears his throat after catching his breath.
“I’m good, buddy. I’m okay. Thank you for checking up on me.”
“Arms up?” Owen raises his hands over his head like we tell him to do when he coughs. Viktor raises one arm and fakes another cough before wiping his hand across his forehead and presenting Owen with a relieved smile.
“You’re the best. Thank you, little man. High five?” Owen smacks his tiny hand against Viktor’s, which looks abnormally large in comparison.
I’m a puddle on the floor. How could I even question if he wants kids? He practically raised Owen with me. Short of a signature on a piece of paper and actually calling him Dad, Viktor is his father figure.
“But I never saw a life for my future that allowed me to have them…before you.”
I need to explore that more with him, but right now, I’m sure there are hearts in my eyes watching the interaction between them. He’s so fucking good with Owen.
“Are you okay, Pepper?”
“Yeah. I’m perfect.”