Chapter 22 – Victoria #2
“And here I was going to drop to my knees and eat your cock,” I deadpan, and I can see the way his cock twitches in his blue pants.
“Yeah, you’re welcome.” I get on my tippy-toes to kiss his neck.
“I’m very curious as to what you cooked in an hour,” I wonder as I walk down the hall and into the kitchen and stop.
The lights are off and all around the room illuminating the space are soft candles, some in vases filled with water and floating.
There are five vases of red roses, two vases of white roses, one of pink, and another one of peach.
Every inch of his counter is filled with roses.
“Okay, I didn’t really cook, but I did order food. ”
“What is all this?” I go around in a circle as I take it in.
“This is a long over-fucking-due first date,” he explains as he grabs the side of my neck and pulls me to him to kiss me.
“Okay, fine, I’ll give it to you now,” I tease as his forehead hits mine. “You win this round.”
“Baby,” he says, and my stomach feels like it’s a wave crashing onto the sand, “if it means you’re with me here in my house, I win every single time.” I can’t help the smile that fills my face. “Now let’s eat before I forget about my promise to eat and then fuck.”
“I’m okay with that,” I reply as he leads me to the table where he has two place settings set. He pulls out my chair as I sit down. “Do you want something to drink?”
“Yes, but you’ll give me that later.” I wink at him now and he groans. “It’s all fun and games until the roles are reversed.”
“Two can play that game,” he retorts, going over to the oven and taking out two plates and he comes back.
“A burger and fries,” I say and he smirks.
“Figured we can have a redo of the first meal we had together.”
“Did we actually have a meal together?” I ask as he sits in front of me. “The way I remember it, it was me just talking.”
“I spoke back,” he reminds me, picking up his burger.
“I think you said maybe five sentences,” I point out as I pick up my own warm burger.
“Your voice was that of an angel.” I glare at him. “I was nervous,” he admits, “and pissed about my house.”
“Have you dated anyone?” I don’t know why I ask it, but I do. “You know, in between?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Now I think you’re asking that so you can tell me you dated someone.”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m asking it.” I nod my head, and he just looks down. “I dated the shit out of my vibrator.” He looks up. “I wanted to date someone, but that someone didn’t want to date me.”
“I’m never going to live that down,” he groans, a grin on his face.
“No, I don’t believe you will. I mean, things might change depending on what else you do. The ball is in your court.”
“Did anyone ask you out on a date?” he asks me.
“Yes,” I reply, not wanting to lie to him, “but apart from the guy from the coffee shop that you met no one else.”
“Why?” he asks me.
“Because I wanted to date you, you big oaf.” I glare at him, and he smiles, nodding his head. “I’m rethinking that.”
“Nothing to rethink on that. We leave on Monday afternoon,” he tells me, “and then I’m gone until Friday. We go to Utah first, and then come back and go to Colorado.” He leans back in his chair. “I want you to stay with me until I leave,” he says softly. “Do you think you can?”
I try not to smile. “Yeah,” I nod my head, “I think I can make that happen. Can you drive me home on Monday morning?”
“Yeah, I think I can make that happen.” I push away from the table and get up, walking around the table.
“We have a lot to talk about,” I say as his hands come up and he rubs the backs of my legs, going higher and higher, “but for now I just want to—” I move away from him, holding out my hand and he takes it. I slip my fingers in his as I walk over to the couch in the other room.
He grips my hips in his hands, pulling me into him and letting me feel his cock.
His head bends as he kisses my neck and my hand comes up to hold his face.
I turn my head and his mouth comes to mine.
He slides his tongue into my mouth as I turn in his arms, and he moves to the couch.
Letting my mouth go long enough for him to sit down, I put one knee on the couch beside him and the other on the other side, straddling him.
“I missed kissing you,” he confesses, kissing my neck.
“I missed hearing your voice.” He moves the kiss to the other side of my neck.
“I missed your smart mouth,” he adds as my hands come up to touch his face, and I bend to kiss his lips.
His hands go from my hips to push the hair away from my face before I turn my head to the side, deepening the kiss.
He palms my ass as he pulls up the dress, gripping tightly as I put my hands on the back of his couch and grind down on his cock.
“Fucking missed you, Victoria,” he declares before his tongue slides back into my mouth.
I let go of his mouth, moving my hips on his covered cock.
His eyes stare into mine. “I’m going to need you to show me how much you missed me,” I urge as his hand comes up and his fingertips touch my jaw then trail down my neck and chest to grip my tit in his hand.
He sits up on the couch to bite my nipple through the dress.
“Yes,” I pant out as everywhere begins to tingle.
I arch my back as his mouth moves up to lick my neck before he sucks it into his mouth.
My entire body feels like it’s going to combust from his touch.
“More.” I grip the back of his head and bend to kiss him as his hands move down and pull my dress up and over my head, tossing it to the side.
A growl escapes him. “I thought this was fitting,” I say of the bra that hides literally nothing.
My nipples are tight, pebbled, and available for him to feast on.
His arms wrap around my waist as he bends to take one nipple into his mouth and then moves frantically to the next.
I grind down, rotating my hips on his cock hard and fast, so close to coming apart and he hasn’t even fucking touched me yet.
His mouth comes up to kiss me as he pinches my nipple and leans back in the sofa.
“Going to have to go and get the condoms,” he mutters, and I move off him as I turn and strut my stuff to the kitchen where he dropped my purse.
I hear him moving behind me as I hurriedly get my purse.
Turning around, I see him sitting back on the couch, his pants beside my dress.
His cock is in his hand as he moves up and down, watching me, his eyes on my tits and then roaming down to my panties.
I open the purse and toss him the condoms. “Cover him up so I can ride,” I urge as I watch him bring the wrapper to his mouth and tear it open, his hand not moving from his cock and his eyes not moving from mine. I bend my arm behind me, unclipping the bra and tossing it to the side.
He lets go of his cock to sheathe himself. “Climb on,” he invites, and I don’t make him tell me twice. “Move your panties to the side,” he demands as I get into the same position I was in before.
I smirk at him. “No need.” I get onto my knees and grip his cock in my hand before rubbing it through my folds. “Crotchless panties for the win,” I joke, sinking down on his cock.
“Are you saying you were wearing these, right in front of me, this whole time?” His words are a hiss as I sink all the way down him and then stop for a minute, adjusting to his size. “Next time,” he grips my hips, “you wear a toy inside of you, and I’ll have the remote.”
“You’re turning me on,” I share, moving my hips, “and I’m already so full of your cock.” He leans deeper into the couch, and I put my hands on the back, holding onto it as I slowly work up and down.
My tongue slides into his mouth as I ride him, not rushing anything and taking my sweet time.
“Lean back and put your hands on my knees,” he tells me.
“Let me play with your clit while you ride my cock.” I put my hands back and move my hips, the angle making his cock rub over my G-spot and I gasp.
He moves his thumb for me to wet it before his eyes zero in on my clit.
“Love the panties, but next time I want to see that pussy bare,” he states and then he uses both hands to rip them apart.
“Don’t hide my pussy from me,” he scolds, his thumb going to my clit.
The minute he touches me there, my pussy squeezes.
“You like that?” I don’t answer him, I just nod my head.
“Going to have fun with this pussy. Going to fuck it. Going to eat it. Going to play with it.” His eyes never leave his hand, watching as his thumb moves faster and so do my hips.
“Going to fucking play with it until you beg me to either stop or fuck you senseless.” I close my eyes.
“Which one do you think it’s going to be? ”
“I’ll never stop telling you to play with it.” My stomach gets tighter.
“That’s right, because you’re mine,” he growls.
“From now on, I’m the one who makes you come.
” His hands go to my hips, and he pulls me off his cock right when I’m about to come, and I don’t have time to say anything before he pushes me on the couch, my ass facing up as he gets down on his knees and slides his tongue into me.
He positions my leg on the armrest and then his mouth is on me.
“Fuck my tongue,” he instructs, “like you would my cock.” I arch my back, pushing back onto him.
I can’t help the moans that come out of me when he bites my ass so hard, I know I’m going to be marked by him.
The thought alone makes me push back harder.
He gets up. “Going to fuck you now.” He rubs his cock through my slit to my clit from behind and lines himself back up before he slides his cock into me.
I look over my shoulder as he pounds into me, his shirt is gone and I didn’t even notice.
His mouth hovers over mine. “This pussy is mine.” He wraps his arm around my chest, pinching my nipple.
“Then fuck it like it’s yours,” I pant, and he grips my hips in his hands and slams me back on him. Gripping my hair in his hand, he pounds into me over and over again. I can’t help the orgasm that rips through me. “I’m—”
His hand buries in between my legs as he plays with my clit to push the orgasm even longer.
“Pussy juice is running down my leg,” he notes between clenched teeth.
“Soak me, baby,” he eggs me on, and one orgasm leads into another one and just when I’m at the end of the second one, he pulls out of me and throws me on my back.
My head goes to the armrest as he spreads my legs. “Time for dessert.”