Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
Tripp
I pace back and forth in front of my hotel room door, my watch telling me that Vida is two minutes late.
One more minute and I’m going to start yelling and stomping.
I’m not a yeller or a stomper—I’m a calm, collected leader of men with three years of an Ivy League education under his belt.
But I’m under some kind of Vida-induced hysteria where, if I don’t see her for a couple of hours, I start to feel like the world is fucking ending.
The scent of her is flowing in my veins.
My skin is addicted to contact with hers.
Her voice haunts my mind like a sweet, swelling symphony crescendo.
Our future needs cementing. I need to know by today that she’s not going to be attending school two and a half hours from me.
Which likely means there is an argument ahead, and while I’d rather be arguing with Vida than speaking to literally anyone else on the planet, I don’t like upsetting her in any way.
I loathe the idea of her being anything but happy.
But this must be done for my peace of mind—and because she deserves better.
There’s a soft knock on my door, and I realize I need to get Vida a key.
Annoyed at myself for not thinking of that sooner, I stride for the door and pull it open.
My irritation evaporates like a puddle in the sunshine.
Vida is smiling at me.
Within a split second, I’m grinning back at her like a dope.
“Hi, baby,” she whispers, taking a step and leaping into my waiting arms, her legs circling my hips, her wrists locking behind my neck.
That smile is dismantling me. It’s a wrecking ball to my concentration.
We were about to argue about something, but I have no idea what it was.
“Aunt Peggy is having the best day of her life. Thank you.”
I glide my hands up her smooth thighs, kneading her hips beneath her maid uniform’s skirt. “I see how it is. I can spoil Peggy, but not my girl.”
“You don’t think you’re spoiling me?” she murmurs, twirling some of my hair around her index finger, her eyes soft for me.
Adoring. I couldn’t move right now if the resort was on fire.
“Panic buttons and security guards?” She licks her tongue into my mouth, and my balls go hard as rocks as she scales me, climbing me higher while she decimates me with a giving kiss.
“Is that what you were working on this morning while I slept, baby?”
“Yes,” I say thickly, lust drunk. My God, she’s only been in the room for under a minute.
She’s a phenomenon.
A marvel.
“The maids are so happy today. They feel seen. And important.” She suctions my mouth into a winding kiss, and my knees start to weaken. “You did that.”
“It was nothing,” I rasp.
“It was everything,” she replies fervently. “Then there’s the picture you drew for me. And the way you didn’t turn your nose up at my favorite restaurant. And how patient you were with me while you waited for me to be ready to have sex.”
My cock is a swollen mess now.
Is her praise doing this to me?
I don’t just feel horny, I feel spellbound. Delirious.
“Angel, I need to sit down,” I pant, my dick and balls so heavy with pressure, I feel the pull of weight in my stomach.
“Okay,” she says sweetly, her tongue lapping at my neck. “I need to sit down, too.” She bites my earlobe and pulls. “Can you pull your pants down first?”
“Vida,” I implore her with a shudder. “I don’t know what’s happening. But I’m going to come without warning.”
“Just sit down,” she whispers. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
I’m a dominant man. I love being in charge of Vida.
Hell, our first meeting was me acting out my fantasy of chasing down a woman and taking her as she fights me off.
That’s still my fantasy—though it will only ever star her now.
But this? Having her sweet-talk me? Praise me while she sits perched on top of my cock? Yeah, I love this, too.
I love this a lot. So does my body.
Never taking my eyes off her, I back across the room until I can sit down on an oversized leather love seat, groaning when that position molds her soft cunt to my shaft, then she rocks ever so slightly, bringing a torrent of air hissing out through my teeth.
“I made you something,” she whispers, reaching into her vest where something appears to be stowed inside her T-shirt pocket. “It’s kind of silly, and I don’t expect you to wear it all the time. Or at all. It’s just a little—”
“What is it, angel?” I ask, riveted.
She got me a gift?
With a cute wince, she dangles a friendship bracelet between us.
“My floor didn’t have a lot of new vacancies today, so I had some downtime and I used it to make you a friendship bracelet. It’s blue and white, so it’ll match your lacrosse jersey. If you want to wear it, which—”
“If?” My heart is rocketing in my chest.
“It’s going to look silly next to your Rolex.”
“The hell it is. You made me this?” I take it from her and loop the thick, braided strands over my hand, tightening it around my wrist. “I’m never taking this off.”
She bites her lip shyly. “You really like it?”
“No, I love it, Vida. I love it.”
How can she look so innocent while she’s riding my johnson through my fucking sweatpants?
“I have two more presents for you.”
My chest heaves up and down, up and down, my hips tilting up on a groan. “Two? I can’t take any more presents. Not when you’re already such a fucking gift, angel. Damn.”
Slowly, while her hips are still shuttling up and back in my lap, she unbuttons her vest and lets it drop.
The T-shirt comes off next, and now she’s in nothing but her maid skirt, the material of which is bunched around her undulating waist. I lean back and watch the topless lap dance through a haze of hunger, my dick engorged as a motherfucker, desperate to find out what she’ll do or say next.
“My next present is that…I’m going to let you call Yale. For me. For us.”
I make a rough sound in my throat because my balls react the most violently to that piece of news, squeezing and threatening to spew.
“You are?” I pant, my head spinning, my body bathed in a strange kind of fire.
The kind I experience down below when I fantasize about spoiling Vida.
Maybe because calling Yale is a form of spoiling?
“I was going to speak with you about allowing my intervention today. I thought we were going to argue about it.”
“No,” she whispers against my mouth, hanging onto my shoulders while she bucks her hips in a hot, horny little pattern. “No arguments, Daddy.”
My head falls back, and I grit a curse up at the ceiling, my thighs starting to tremble.
I still have my pants on. She’s wearing panties. And yet, somehow, I’m getting fucked so right. I don’t know how to describe what’s happening to me. Is Vida allowing me to do things for her my new kink?
“I’m going to get my little angel into Yale.”
“Thank you,” she breathes in between kisses on my face. “Thank you.”
Oh no. No, no, no. I can’t take her breathless gratitude on top of everything else.
“Vida, I’m serious. I’m right about to nut.”
“But you haven’t heard my third present yet,” she admonishes, her tone teasing and flirtatious, even as the friction of her cunt turns me inside out.
“What is it?” I wheeze, my hips starting to jerk of their own volition. “Oh God. God.”
She strokes her tongue along the seam of my mouth and whispers, “I want you to take me out of town. Somewhere private.”
“I have a townhouse in Boston,” I grit out.
“Good. Take me there,” she purrs. “Chase me, tie me up, and fuck me while I scream for help.”
My cock erupts like a volcano, and my lower body twists to fight the onslaught of pain, my bellow loud in the room.
Hot ejaculate roars up and out of me in flaming waves, and my hands move of their own accord, yanking her tight to my erupting erection, my orgasm prolonging itself just watching her enjoy what she did to me.
Seeing her awestruck by the mess I’m making in my sweatpants all because of her.
“Shit.” I give a final violent shudder. “Shit.”
“Mmmm,” she hums, kissing my jaw, my chin.
“What did I do to deserve all that?” I pant.
“Well…” She chews her lip, her palms skimming up and down my pecs.
“For one, I trust you. To act out your fantasy in a way that makes me feel safe.” Her voice is so gentle and sweet, I have to draw her to my chest and tuck her head beneath my chin.
Just to get as close as possible. “And two, I want to meet you halfway. I want to accept who you are without making rules. Or restricting your kindness. I can still be me. I can still maintain who I am.”
“Nothing I do for us will change how spectacular you are on your own. How selfless. How honest and real. Vida, you’re too pure, inside and out.”
She beams up at me. “So I’ll see you tomorrow?”
My good mood collapses like London Bridge. “Tomorrow?”
Her smile dims in degrees. “For our trip to Boston. I requested to end my shift early.”
“What about tonight?” I check my watch. “It’s only one o’clock!”
“I can’t just never go home again. My aunt needs help around the house!”
I throw her down beneath me on the love seat, and I yank her wet little panties right off, tossing them over my shoulder.
“You sleep with me.” I angle her so I can kneel between her legs on the floor, my mouth kissing my way up her inner thighs toward her pussy. “End of story, Vida.”
“Fine. Come have dinner at my aunt’s house and then we’ll go.”
“Fine!”
Her smile is breathless and giddy, and so help me God, her cunt is even sweeter when she’s smiling. I don’t come up for air until her delectable juices are dripping down the front of the couch cushions and she’s pink from pleasure.
As she should be.