Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
Nikki
I’m on fire as Victor leads me home. After our kiss at the beach there’s no doubt where this night’s ending. We turn off our phones, knowing they’ll be ringing nonstop otherwise. Tonight has been fated to happen from the moment I moved back to town... at the same time he rolled back home. I might’ve been fighting it, but I realize how foolish that was.
“Sex is essential for survival,” I say as we make it to my house. My door’s unlocked, which is probably foolish with so many visitors in town, but my shaking fingers are happy for it. Besides, my body’s running so hot, if someone other than Victor touches me, they’re surely going to go up in smoke.
Victor looks at me as we make it inside. I move straight to the kitchen, desperately needing water for my parched throat. I’ve been panting for the last hour. First it was the contest, and now it’s Victor.
“I’m not arguing with you, but why do you think sex is essential?” he asks with a smile.
“It releases the good hormones in our bodies that make us young,” I tell him.
“Then we should be doing it three times a day minimum so we never get old.”
“Not bad thinking,” I tell him. His eyes blaze. We both guzzle water as if we’re about to enter an Olympic contest. Considering we’re about to do some heavy aerobics, I consider it preparation.
As soon as our water’s gone, Victor pulls me into his arms and kisses me. The breath I’ve barely managed to get under control is once again lost. I press myself against him and greedily take as much from him as he takes from me.
He pushes me against the counter as we reach for each other’s clothes, ripping and tearing in our eagerness to get naked. We’ve done this before, and it was just as frantic then. When we finally stop fighting, the need for each other is overwhelming. Why did I always run afterward? I pray I don’t feel the need to flee this time. I want more of this. I need it to survive.
My shirt goes flying into the sink, my bra over the edge of a chair. His shirt lands on the floor and I have no idea where our pants go. We’re too hungry to make it to the bedroom.
Fully naked, Victor lifts me to the counter and presses up against me as his mouth consumes mine. Our tongues tangle as our hands roam. He reaches between us and clasps my breasts in his rough palms, scraping against my hard nipples, making me cry into his mouth as need burns me.
He pulls his lips from mine, making me whimper. “Are you still protected?” he gasps.
“Yes!” I call out.
He smiles. “Good.”
Before I can say more, he leans down, his lips closing over my nipple. My head’s thrown back as I cry out while he sucks and licks and nips until I’m practically sobbing. He doesn’t let up as he moves across my chest and gives ample attention to my other breast. I grip his hair and hold him to me. His fingers are definitely skilled, but his mouth is masterful.
He traces his tongue down my stomach as he spreads my legs. I quiver as he licks my thighs. I want him inside me, but I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing right now. It’s perfection.
He pushes my thighs wide as I lean back, my head hitting the cupboard behind me. I barely register the knock as his mouth closes over my core, his delicious tongue sweeping against my clit, making me cry out again. He lavishes his tongue over me, again and again as I try not to slide off the counter. His hands on my thighs are the only thing keeping me in place.
He slides his tongue inside my heat before sweeping it back up and closing his lips around my clit while he licks and sucks. I let go, my orgasm ripping through me in wave after wave of pleasure. I’m shaking as he stands and grips my ass. He lifts me from the counter and I throw my arms around his neck as he steps up to the wall, my back hitting it hard as he surges forward.
His thickness easily slides into me, and I lean down and bite his shoulder to keep from screaming at the sheer pleasure. He groans as he rests fully inside me. It’s been too long, far too long, since I’ve felt anything this wonderful. It’s been years since he’s been sunk deep inside me. We should never move from this spot right here.
I hold him tight as his fingers grip my ass. He pulls back, then slams back into me. Our bodies are slick, my core hot and wet, and his dick hard and thick. He pushes in and pulls out for endless moments as I grip him tight with my arms and legs, holding on for dear life.
It doesn’t take long before I cry out again as another orgasm rips through me. I feel him shaking as his pleasure heats my insides even more, his dick pulsing as he shudders. My body goes limp in his arms.
While still pressed into me, he begins walking, easily finding my room in my small place. He collapses on the bed, our limbs entwined. I don’t want to move. I’m hotter than hell, but I still don’t want to let him go. I have zero desire to run. This wasn’t a mistake, it feels far more like a true beginning.
“Don’t you dare ask me to leave,” he says, his hot breath against my neck.
I chuckle. “That’s the furthest thing from my mind. I want more,” I tell him, my hand tracing the hard muscles of his back.
He squeezes me tighter, approving of my words. “That I can give you,” he assures me. I feel his dick twitch against me and smile. How I’ve missed out all of these years. I could’ve been getting this for a very long time. What foolish decisions we make out of fear.
“I might need to hydrate some more first,” I warn. Now that the initial high is over I’m once again parched.
He chuckles. “Let me take care of you.” He untangles us and I groan at the loss of his body against mine. He gives me a wink before confidently walking naked from my room.
It doesn’t take long before he returns with a pitcher of water, two glasses, and the bowl of fruit I had in the fridge.
“Oh, you’re a keeper,” I tell him as I sit up, wrapped only in a sheet.
“I aim to please.”
He joins me on the bed, pours us both glasses of water before setting the fruit bowl on my lap. I guzzle the first glass and hand it back for a refill before picking up a piece of pineapple. It’s cold and refreshing.
We both drink and eat for a moment before he looks at me, his expression filling me with worry. I don’t like this look. Is he going to run from me now? Is he trying to figure out how to get out of here? This is a foolish thought when he just told me I’d better not be thinking about running.
“I have a trip coming up in three days,” he says. My heart lodges in my throat. I don’t like this, not at all. For weeks I wanted nothing more than for him to disappear. Now, that’s the last thing I want.
“How long will you be gone?” I ask, trying to sound casual. We aren’t committed to each other. I’m not even sure what we are, to tell the truth. We’re a bit old to put definitions on our relationship... or whatever this is between us.
“It’s for a couple of weeks,” he says.
I feel the urge to cry. This has just started and I don’t want to be apart for two weeks. I try not to show my dismay. He cups my cheek.
“Where are you going?” I’m pretty proud of how calm my voice is.
“The Bahamas. A friend from the military lives there and invited me down. I’ve been there before but haven’t seen his new restaurant. I love the tastes of the Caribbean and think I could learn a lot.”
“For sure,” I tell him. Why in the world is my heart lodged in my throat?
“Come with me. We work well as a team, and we can both learn. You said you want to do some travel on your vlog, and we just won a lot of money. Let’s use some of it to learn more about our craft.”
My heart thunders. “Isn’t it a bit soon for us to go off on a vacation together?”
He shakes his head. “We’ve known each other forever, Nik, and this is a trip of a lifetime. We’re done with the festival. Why not start exploring the world while we get to know each other with no walls up? What do we have to lose?”
I don’t say anything for several moments. Now that he’s asked, I don’t think it’s possible for me to not go. I want it too much. It might be foolish, but I don’t care, it’s what I want. “This truce between us might end badly,” I warn.
He smiles. “I’m not at all worried. Anytime you try to argue with me, I’ll just bury my face between your thighs and make you scream in a good way.”
My pulse pounds hard at his words. He smiles even bigger as he moves the fruit bowl and glasses to the nightstand then rips off the sheet.
“As a matter of fact, I think I’ll begin now and sex you into submission.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to argue before he does exactly what he barely warned me he was going to do. Within minutes he’s right, I’m screaming again and not even thinking of denying him anything he wants.
An hour later, we’re lying in each other’s arms, our breaths gone, our bodies worn. He’s holding me and there’s no chance I’m going anywhere other than with him.
“Is that a yes?” he finally asks.
“That’s a definite yes,” I huskily tell him.
“Good, now I know how to get my way with you.”
“Don’t get too cocky, Victor. My hormones will eventually normalize so I’ll be able to fight back.” I pause for a minute before I move away from him. I giggle as I look down at his beautiful body. “You might be able to sex me into submission, but I have a feeling this goes both ways.” His eyes widen as the tables turn. “Hmm... let me figure out what I want.”
With that I move down his body and take him into my mouth. Even though we’ve had multiple orgasms in the past couple of hours, he once again hardens as I suck him deep.
“You can have anything you want,” he gasps.
I smile around his hardness, then lose all thought as my desire takes over. We might not get much sleep tonight... and that’s perfectly fine with me.