Chapter 21 #2
“Vivian. Jesus fuck.”
She took me deeper, her lips stretching around my girth as she worked me into her mouth inch by inch. I could feel the wet heat of her tongue sliding along the underside of my cock, the gentle scrape of her teeth, the way her throat constricted when she took me deeper than I thought possible.
How the hell is she—She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, and my vision went white.
“Holy shit!”
Her hand worked the base of my cock in perfect rhythm with her mouth, stroking what she couldn’t fit. I could hear the wet, obscene sounds of her sucking me off. The slurp and slide of her mouth, the way she moaned around me like she was enjoying this as much as I was.
She probably was.
I looked down and immediately regretted it because the sight of her—on her knees between my legs, lips stretched around my cock, eyes looking up at me with that dark, satisfied gleam—was almost enough to make me come right then and there.
“Vivian. I’m... fuck. I’m going to...”
She hummed again, the vibration sending shockwaves through my entire body, and I had to physically pull her off before I embarrassed myself. She pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at me with swollen lips and a string of saliva connecting her mouth to my cock. “Not yet.”
“Not yet?”
“I want you inside me.”
Oh God.
She climbed back into my lap, positioning herself over me, and I could feel the heat of her pussy against the head of my cock. Wet and ready and absolutely perfect. She braced her hands on my shoulders, her eyes locked on mine, and then she sank down, taking me in one slow, perfect slide.
We both groaned. The sensation was overwhelming. The tight, wet heat of her surrounding me, the way her body stretched to accommodate me, the way she trembled as she took me deeper. I could feel every inch of her, every flutter and clench of her inner walls as she adjusted to my size.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Vivian, you feel... fuck.”
“I know.”
She was so tight I could barely breathe. So wet I could feel her arousal coating my cock, dripping down to my balls. So perfect I was pretty sure this was going to ruin me for anyone else.
Not that there was going to be anyone else.
Then she started to move, rolling her hips in a slow, torturous rhythm that was going to kill me.
Every movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
I could feel the drag of her inner walls against my cock, the way she clenched around me with every roll of her hips.
My hands found her hips again, fingers digging into her soft flesh as I guided her, helping her find the angle that made her gasp.
“There. Right there... oh God!”
“Yeah?”
“Yes! Don’t stop.”
I thrust up to meet her, and she cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood.
The couch creaked beneath us, a rhythmic, protesting sound that matched the slap of skin against skin.
We found a rhythm. Fast and desperate, and absolutely perfect.
She rode me hard, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, her head thrown back in pleasure.
I could see the flush spreading across her chest, the way her muscles tensed and released, the sheen of sweat making her skin glow in the morning light.
I was pretty sure this was the best sex I had ever had.
Also, I was pretty sure my neighbors were going to file a noise complaint.
Worth it.
“Quinton. I’m—fuck—I’m close!”
“I know. Me too.”
I could feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine. That tight, coiling pressure that meant I was seconds away from losing it completely. Her inner walls were fluttering around me, clenching and releasing in a rhythm that told me she was right there with me.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
“Not a chance.”
I thrust harder, deeper, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her that made her scream.
My thumb found her clit, and she shattered, her whole body going rigid as she came with a scream that was definitely going to get a noise complaint.
I felt her clench around me. A rhythmic, pulsing contraction that milked my cock, and that was it. I was done.
I followed seconds later, my vision whiting out as I came inside her, my whole body shaking with the force of it.
I could feel myself pulsing, emptying into her in waves that seemed to go on forever.
My fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her down on my cock as I rode out the most intense orgasm of my life.
We collapsed together, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat and trembling with aftershocks. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
“Holy shit,” she breathed.
“Yeah.”
“That was...”
“Yeah.”
She lifted her head, grinning at me with flushed cheeks and messy hair, and swollen lips. “Does your jaw still hurt?”
I laughed. Actually laughed, because leave it to Vivian to make jokes while we were both still coming down from the best sex of our lives. “What jaw?”
She kissed me, soft and sweet, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. I could feel my cock still inside her, softening but not quite ready to leave yet. Could feel the mess we made. Her arousal and my cum mixing together and dripping down my balls onto the couch.
That’s going to be a bitch to clean.
Worth it!
“So,” she said after a moment. “What’s the plan for today?”
“Well,” I said, “I was thinking we could stay right here. Maybe order food. Have more sex. Avoid thinking about the fact that Julien’s going to murder me when he finds out about this.”
“Sounds perfect.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring it. Savoring her. Savoring the fact that somehow, against all odds, I ended up with the most incredible woman I had ever met sitting naked in my lap on a Sunday morning.
If Julien was going to kill me, at least I would die happy.
And thoroughly satisfied.
“Round two?” Vivian asked, grinning.
“Give me ten minutes.”
“You’re getting old, Dr. Wesley.”
“I just got arrested and had the best sex of my life. I think I’ve earned a break.”
She laughed and settled against my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. I could feel her breath evening out, her body relaxing into mine.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you too.”
And despite everything, the arrest, the bail money, the inevitable reckoning with Julien, I meant it.
We were idiots.
But we were idiots together.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.