Chapter 22
MAKE A MESS OF ME
JOSEPHINE
Miss him?
I miss his rough touch digging into my skin. His head between my thighs, the coarse hair of his beard leaving its impression on my sensitive flesh. His hard cock hitting that spot so deep inside, it comes with a pinch of pain every time he bottoms out inside of me.
But miss him?
Fuck, I’m too drunk to make that call.
My body shivers as his finger ghosts against my inner thigh, inches away from the edge of my drenched panties. I want to squeeze my thighs together, quell the ache there, but he’ll feel it.
Do I really care?
My ass moves without permission, grinding against the thick steel shoving between my cheeks. My body knows what my heart wants before my mind can reel it back in.
It’s too late.
“Fuck, Josie,” he groans, leaning down to trace his nose along my neck, before his teeth sink into the sensitive spot where it meets my shoulder.
My hands slap against the discolored tile around the crazing sink. He’s not playing fair, but what’s new? This man knows my body better than anyone ever has.
I wasn’t exactly Virgin Mary when we met, but in my early twenties, I’d yet to find any guy that was willing to work an orgasm out of me before he got his, let alone the multiple orgasms Vik demands from me anytime we fuck.
If you’d told me back then there were men like him, I would have laughed in your face.
The dull base of the music out in the bar beats through the small bathroom. My eyes flick to the door, wondering if I could shove him hard enough to escape his overwhelming hold on me.
That’s definitely not what you want. The drunk devil on my shoulder instigates. She’s not wrong, and with my defenses scattered on the floor from the alarming amount of alcohol I’ve consumed in the last hour, there’s only one way I’m walking out of this bathroom tonight—thoroughly fucked.
His teasing touch leaves my skin, stealing the connection I’ve been denying myself for weeks. Goosebumps erupt in his wake, a shiver driving down my spine. My clit pulses ready for attention.
In a blur my eyes can’t track, his fingers yank my skirt above my hips, the thick material bunching around my waist. Cool air coasts against my exposed flesh, refreshing for a moment, but it’s not enough to temper the raging inferno stoked to life by a man with a single mission on his mind.
The extra fabric digs into my skin as his large hand shoves me over the counter, my cheek almost connecting with the faucet. A rough kick to my booted foot widens my stance, putting the thin g-string barely covering my holes on full display.
Calloused palms pull my cheeks apart, digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise. He’s on the edge of sanity, that sweet spot where his brain flips from protector to predator, leaving me completely destroyed by the time he’s done.
“You’re lucky I’m light on lube, or I’d fuck this tight little hole instead.”
A finger traces under the string blocking his way, diving low enough to tease my pussy lips. The mewl that leaves my chest draws a chuckle from him, confirming how easy it is for him to read the way a simple touch spurs my body into heat.
The captivating drag of his fingers through my slick sex is all I can focus on. Back and forth, never pausing long enough to apply pressure at my aching entrance or pulsing clit. It’s painful. It’s euphoric. It’s driving me wild, and a plea for more is at the tip of my tongue.
“Do you hear how wet you are? How ready this pussy is for my fingers? For my fat cock? Are you desperate for it, mama?”
“Fuck, Vik. Yes. God, please fuck me.” It all tumbles from my lips, each syllable crashing against the next like the sea amid a winter storm.
This chuckle is louder, skittering around the room, canceling out the whomping in my ears. His fingers never retreat, but the jingle of his belt being undone is there outside my concentration.
“Eyes on me, mama,” he commands, and my body moves on instinct.
My vision sways, blurring slightly at the edges. Maybe I shouldn’t have had that last shot, because I have to squeeze my eyes shut to get rid of Vik’s double in the mirror.
The second my eyes spring back open, my thong’s pulled to the side, and he slams home, bottoming out inside me.
“Fuckkkk.” The scream rips from my throat at the fullness between my legs. It’s been too long. But my body, ever the eager slut ready to welcome him home, is primed and ready for him.
He’s relentless, pistoning his hips in a punishing pace that slams my hips against the counter. The crack of his palm against smooth flesh adds to the chorus of slapping skin.
“God, I fucking missed this pussy. You’re gripping me so tight, baby. Your pussy feels like fucking heaven.”
“Har… der,” I pant, hands shoving against the wall, giving me an anchor to push my hips back and meet him thrust for thrust.
“Mhmm,” he growls. “There she is.”
I give up any last remaining fight in my head and in my heart, letting this man have his way with me, because I need it. The pleasure, the reconnection, the closeness.
“Vik, please. Make me come. I need it.”
“You gonna coat my cock in your juices? Let me fill you with my cum until it’s dripping out of your stretched hole?”
“God, yes. Don’t stop.”
His hips slow, and I groan in frustration, trying to take over for the loss. I was so close. A few practiced swipes of his fingers against my clit, and I’d be over the edge. It’s enough to form tears along my lashes.
“I need something first.”
“Anything.” The hasty offer is out before I can think twice.
“No more space, baby. We’re going home. I want you in our bed. We’re done with the fucking bullshit of not talking.”
He’s completely stopped now, his cock pulled halfway out, just sitting there. It’s something, but not nearly enough. His free hand shoves against my lower back, halting my body from taking what I want on my own.
“Answer me.”
The slap against my ass that accompanies his demand stings, but focuses my mind.
“Fine.” I huff. Maybe I’ll regret it in the morning when the freshly fucked haze lifts and the alcohol leaves my body, but right now I mean it. “Now make me come.”
“With pleasure.”
And he does. My orgasm hits like an explosion of tiny needles inserted simultaneously across every inch of skin. Everything siezes, before I collapse against the counter, the energy completely wrung from my soul.
Vik’s hips push against my ass—the only reason I haven’t slumped to the floor—as his cock pulses his release in time with the thudding beat of my heart.
It’s quiet, save for our heavy breaths and the slow return of the music through the door I’d tuned out. The fact that I have to stand on legs that feel like Jell-O and walk back out there like I didn’t just get my shit cracked like a glow stick, should make for an interesting departure.
“Come on, let’s go home.”
Nothing ever prepares you for that split second of longing when your man pulls out from your pussy after a great fuck.
But I feel his release escape and start to slip down my leg.
Squealing, I reach for a paper towel, but before I can wrap my fingers around one to clean myself off, Vik takes the honor of moving my thong back in place, rubbing the evidence of his release into the thin material. It soaks through and fuses to my skin.
There’s no way I can go back out there like this. Shoving the strings over my hips, I watch the material fall toward the floor, getting caught on the tops of my boots. A quick shuffle and they’re free. Kicking them up into my hand, I slap them against Vik’s chest, the fabric wet against my palm.
“Here. Take your prize.”
The ear-to-ear smug smile he throws me as I right my skirt back into place and he slips the evidence of our quickie into his pocket only disarms me further.
The damn man is fucking beautiful on his worst day and spontaneous orgasm inducing when that look lands in your direction on his best. It should come with a warning: might cause miraculous pregnancy.
My steps falter. No condom. No birth control.
My brain tries to remember the last time I got my period, to calculate on the fly whether this little reunion will mean something more in nine months.
But whiskey and post sex hormones aren’t the greatest for inducing focus.
The spiral halts the second a steady hand falls to my lower back and ushers me toward the door.
“Let’s go, wife. I want to take full advantage of our empty house. I’ve got weeks to make up for.”
The girls are at another table, clear across the bar, when we make it back into the crowded space. I don’t know how long we disappeared, but considering I didn’t get a look in the mirror before I was escorted away, I’m sure they’ll have no problem guessing what we were up to.
“Well, that’s not my fucking fault, Si. If he can’t take a hint, someone ought to make it clear for the idiot.
And I swear to God if you say one more thing about my outfit, I’m going to stab you,” Harlow bites out loud enough for everyone around us to hear.
A group at the next table over throws her a concerned look.
I definitely missed something.
Charlie looks ready to call it a night. Her head’s held up in the palm of her hand, watching Si and Harlow like a ping pong match.
Those two are always entertaining.
“We’re heading out. I’ve got this one. Y’all good?” Vik asks.
Si nods but doesn’t look at us, too busy eye fucking his wife, as her temper flares.
“Charlie, you want us to drop you off?” I ask, knowing damn well Harlow can’t drive, and she was our ride.
“I’ve got her.”
My eyes flick up, finding Blaze tucked into the corner. When the hell did he get here, and why are his eyes fixed on my unsuspecting friend?
“Babe? Is that okay? We can absolutely take you home.” I look to Vik, making sure he’s nodding along with me, so she doesn’t feel like she’s putting us out.
She leans toward me, her elbow slipping off the table’s edge, and we almost collide.
“Oops.” She laughs, before scootching so there’s no space between her lips and my ear. “You can vouch for this one?” Her head tilts toward Blaze.
“Yeah, you’re good. Promise.”
“Great.” She smacks a kiss on my cheek and leans away, taking Vik and me in. “Then go get that dick, girl… again.” Her lips fold in trying to dispel the laughter I know she’s holding back.
But then Harlow, whose attention must have shifted at some point, cracks up, taking us all with her.
“Yeah, you lot are done. Let’s go,” Vik commands, and even though we girls don’t fall under his authority, everyone listens.