PROPERTY OF MONARCH HOCKEY
EVIE
I BLINK FRANTICALLY, TRYING TO WARD OFF THE TEARS THAT ARE WELLING UP.
VIKTOR HOLDS ME TIGHT to his firm chest, where I get a close-up view of the tattoo on his bicep.
It’s an elaborate vine with the initials M and V.
I try to concentrate on the mystery of who M might be.
One of the few things I remember from my cram sessions is that Viktor dislikes women who are too emotional.
But this moment feels huge. Viktor is nothing like I expected; he’s gentle and considerate. And my body flutters with so many new sensations, it's too much at once.
A traitorous tear leaks out and drops onto his perfect pectoral muscle. Immediately, Viktor raises himself onto one elbow and lifts my face.
Evie, are you crying? His voice is so full of concern that my tears spill over. He strokes my hair and scowls. I hurt you, didn't I? Fuck, I was trying to be gentle, but you felt incredible. I’m so sorry, baby.
You didn't hurt me. Well, of course it hurt, but that's not why I'm crying. I motion towards my cheeks. They're happy tears. Everything turned out the way I hoped. It's silly. Sometimes I can't control how I'm feeling and it spills out.
He searches my face carefully, then reassured, he relaxes back onto the bed. His arm is still holding me close, and I like the safely of that.
You don't have to apologize for your reactions. That was intense for me too.
Viktor is on his back, staring at the ceiling. When I reach over him to grab a tissue, he lifts a hand to cup my breast. His warm touch shocks my tired body.
Oh, I gasp. Surely, you're not... I peek down at his cock, which is no longer erect but still impressively large. But how can I judge since Viktor's penis is the first one I've seen in real life?
Don't worry, baby. I'm not going to fuck you again...today. Even his chuckle sounds seductive.
I wipe my damp cheeks, then rest my head on his chest. When, then?
He laughs again. Listen to my little sex maniac.
You promised it would get better each time. So, I'm holding you to that. Sex has broken a barrier between us. Viktor is now relaxed and open.
So, today wasn't good enough for you? Both his hands are caressing my breasts now, not foreplay but a careless touch—like my body is his to play with as he wants. That possessiveness makes me feel boneless.
Is it always this…monumental? I ask.
He smiles but doesn't answer, and I worry that I shouldn’t mention other women or comparisons. His idle touch changes into a more intentional tweaking of my nipples. He can't miss how excited I am, especially as I rotate my hips and drape one leg over his.
You're full of surprises. He sends an exploring hand down my tummy and then between my legs. Jesus. You're so wet.
But when he puts a finger inside me, I tense at the sensation.
He lifts his hands away from my body. Nope. I know what you need, and it's not sex. No matter how much I'd like to fuck this incredible body again.
Viktor rises and goes over to his dresser. He pulls on a pair of grey sweatpants and then tosses a T-shirt at me.
Put this on and come along.
I pull on his T-shirt, a faded grey one with Property of Monarch Hockey etched across the front. I follow him into the hallway, where he opens the door of a bathroom. It's surprisingly large with a pedestal sink and an extra-large white bathtub. Sunshine streams through a round, mullioned window.
Viktor closes the door and locks it. He pulls back the shower curtain and starts filling the tub. He reaches into the cabinet and pulls out some Epsom salts and adds them to the water.
Are we going to take a bath? I wonder.
You are.
Then he excuses himself, and turns to urinate in the toilet.
Of everything that has happened today, this feels like the most intimate: we know each other well enough to share a bathroom.
Instead of hazy romantic fantasies, we’re reduced to our basic needs.
I ache inside but it’s proof of how much Viktor wanted me, and how much I wanted him too.
I submit to the moment, peel off the T-shirt, and wait beside the tub. Viktor eyes my body and stretches out a possessive arm to pull me closer.
I like how comfortable you are being naked with me,
I keep my tone casual. Why not? Given the way you were looking at me today, there’s not a centimetre that you haven’t seen.
He laughs that dirty chuckle again. Yet I feel like I can’t get enough of this. He runs his hand along the bare skin of my back and rests it on my ass. I want to lock you in my bedroom for a whole weekend. Keep you naked. Fuck you whenever I want. Would you like that too, Evie?
I swallow. This is just hyperbole, right? Because he has hockey games and assignments and roommates. And I have responsibilities too, just nothing that I can recall right now as I eye Viktor’s broad chest and flat stomach. I can’t get enough of him either.
Yes, I want that too. My voice is so hoarse that it sounds more like begging than agreement.
Viktor smiles, then turns off the tap.
Oh, do you want something for your hair? He opens the medicine cabinet and searches out a dish of hair accessories. Is it just for female visitors?
They’re Rosie’s, he explains. I feel like an idiot. Of course, there have been other women. It’s literally what brought me to this moment. I fasten my hair on top of head. Then Viktor takes my hand and helps me into the tub.
Ahhh. I sink into the hot water. The slope of the old tub is perfect for relaxing, and I close my eyes. There’s a slight breeze as I sense Viktor moving around the room. But I don’t open my eyes until I feel a hand on my shoulder.
He has a washcloth now and begins to scrub me. His strong hand massages my shoulders, soaping and rinsing them with the lightest touch. Then he starts on my chest, making soft soapy circles round and round my nipples.
You’re spending a lot of time there, I breathe. My nipples are hard nubs, and once again I’m shocked by the direct connection between my breasts and pussy, a jolt of heat that makes me needy.
Your tits are so amazing. As soon as I touch you, you react.
He drops the cloth into the water, and pushes his palms against my nipples.
When I groan, he leans over the edge of the tub and starts sucking one nipple, suctioning it in and out of his mouth.
I grasp the edge of the tub so I can lift and give him more access.
I watch greedily as Viktor, literally the man I dream about, fixes that stern mouth on my breast just to pleasure me.
Or maybe it’s for himself too. I can see the jut of his cock against his sweatpants.
Make me come again, I plead. I grab his wrist and try to move his hand between my legs.
Viktor raises his head and pulls his hand out of my grasp.
No, Evie. I’m not going to touch you there now. You need to recover.
Ugh. I’m fine. Yes, there’s a throbbing ache, but I want to feel all that pleasure again.
He shakes his head. You couldn’t even walk normally when we came in here.
Damn his observational skills. I stick out my lower lip.
Viktor only laughs. I’m sorry. It’s my fault for getting you all worked up. But you’re irresistible. He resumes his washcloth duties, rubbing up and down my arms. I giggle when he attempts to scrub my feet, but then let my knees fall open as he scrubs my calves.
What a naughty girl, he mocks.
But it’s only Viktor who makes me feel like this, like everything between us will never be enough. Or maybe it’s the knowledge that our relationship is finite that makes me want to try everything right away.
He stays resolute, washing along my thighs and ignoring the little moans of pleasure I make as he circles closer to my centre. And then he washes my pussy so gently that he’s hardly touching me and he definitely doesn’t stimulate my clit the way I’m craving.
But when I turn over so he can scrub the rest of me, it’s very clear that he’s not as immune as he pretends. His eyes are glued to my ass as he makes circular motions around each cheek. And that bulge in his sweatpants is even bigger.
When I twist around and reach for his cock, he steps away.
Stop. You need to rest and recover, he scolds.
I could suck you again. I liked that. I loved the feel of his smooth cock, the taste of his salty come, and most of all the power of seeing controlled Viktor reduced to incoherent need.
He only laughs. There will be other opportunities.
So I sink into the warm water, and Viktor leaves me alone with only the sunset light flickering on the walls.
I have no idea what time it is, and I close my eyes to relive today.
But I can’t really relax here, so after fifteen minutes, I haul myself out and towel off, feeling refreshed.
Viktor has left my clothing in a neat pile; I redress and peek out into the hallway.
Nobody is around, so I creep out to Viktor’s room.
His door is ajar, so I tap on it and then peek inside.
Viktor is at his desk working on his laptop.
Evie. He rises and opens the door. How are you feeling now?
I’m good. Physically, anyway; emotionally, I’m feeling quite fragile. I pick up my purse and look around for my coat. I think I’ll head home now. I still have some readings to do.
I’ll walk you back, he offers, opening his closet and getting my jacket out.
It’s okay. It’s only a short walk, and I’d like to clear my head.
He stares at me, as if he’s trying to determine if I have a hidden meaning.
Really, I insist. So much has happened that I need to process it all.
Okay, he agrees reluctantly. Look, I just wanted to let you know that we have more exhibition games on the weekend.
I nod, not sure where this is going.
So, unfortunately I’m going to be pretty busy this week.
That’s fine, I interject. Is he pulling away already? Well, who can blame him? I saw how hard he strained when he was trying not to hurt me. It certainly wasn’t the energetic sex he’s probably used to. And then I cried afterwards.
But he surprises me by pulling me into his arms and hugging me gently.
It’s an honour to be your first, beautiful Evie.
Well, more than an honour, really, His low laugh makes me wish that we could have sex again right now.
It’s bound to be completely different when he’s not treating me like a fragile porcelain dish.
When I return to my room, Annie is studying. She yanks off her headphones. You were gone for hours. I was about to call the police.
I beam at her through my relaxed haze. What did you think happened?
She throws up her hands. Who knows? Viktor could have kidnapped you and taken you to his dungeon! He’s got that pirate vibe.
I flop onto my bed. Viktor doesn’t have a dungeon. His bedroom is at the top of the house.
Oh my god! Annie screeches. You were in Viktor’s bedroom?
Calm down. You know I’ve already been there before.
She creeps over, sits on my bed, and then continues in harsh whispers. Evelyn, do you know what you’re doing? Viktor’s kind of a…player. Well, you know that, all the Alpha Zeta Mus told you.
I’m naturally secretive anyway, but at this moment I decide never to share anything personal about Viktor.
He’s already become a ridiculous myth because of the rumours swirling around campus.
Maybe some are true, but I can’t equate the gentleness of the man who bathed me with the heartless Romeo everyone else sees.
But still, I try to explain myself to Annie. I know that it’s not going to last between us, but it feels like Viktor is my chance to start my romantic life off right.
You’re going to have to explain that, she says.
What if my first time had been a sexual assault that I couldn’t even remember? It would take years to recover from something like that. With Viktor, I can be with someone smart, accomplished, and attractive. I swallow, remembering exactly how attractive he looks without his clothes.
Except he’s going to dump you in a month. What about door number three? A guy who loves and respects you, who wants to date you for months or years. Annie has a point.
It’s just that everyone else pales next to Viktor, I reply honestly.
I guess, she concedes. But wait, what if someone from your sorority finds out?
I wince. I’ve definitely tried not to consider that.
Do you think I have to tell them? What if they want me to break up with him? Obviously, it’s too soon to break his heart, but if they start telling me what to say and how to act, it’s going to ruin our relationship. I want to enjoy Viktor fully for the short time I have him.
Annie scowls. You know what? Screw them. They didn’t even keep you safe at that frat party. Just do what you want.
And what I want is to enjoy everything that happens. Viktor brought me to two incredible orgasms. He looked at me naked as if I were the most beautiful woman in the world. And he said sex with me was incredible. It’s a perfect start, even if it won’t last.