Chapter 33
33
AGE 20
“ H urry, Dillon,” she rasps, collecting her hair in one hand and lifting it so I can access the back of her dress. We tried and failed to find a taxi, racing home on foot, desperate to be together. It’s been a long day and night, but I’ve never felt more awake.
I think I’ll die if I don’t get to fuck her ASAP.
“I’m trying. Could you have made these buttons any smaller?” I curse a few times as I grapple with her dress, and she giggles. The sound of her happiness does weird things to my insides as I fumble with these fucking stupid buttons. “Done,” I say a few seconds later, watching with my tongue hanging out of my mouth as she shimmies out of the gorgeous dress she designed and made especially for the ball.
When she turns around, wearing only a blue lace thong and high-heeled strappy silver sandals, I almost come apart on the spot. She is so incredibly intoxicating. So beautiful laid almost fully bare before me.
I will never get enough of this view.
“Fuck. Look at you.” My gaze roams leisurely and sensually over her tempting body, and I watch her nipples perk up under my attention with smug satisfaction. She’s equally as responsive as I am. It doesn’t seem to take much for either of us to be primed and ready to go. One heated look or one soft touch is often enough to ignite that flame.
“We need to capture this moment.” I want to freeze-frame this moment so I never forget it. I grab my phone. “Can I take a photo?”
She looks unsure, and I can guess why.
“I promise I won’t show it to anyone. This is just for me.” It’s no word of a lie. I never want anyone to see her like this. She is mine , and this is only for me. “Ammo for the spank bank,” I add as I rub my erection through my trousers. I’m so turned on I’m liable to explode at any moment.
“Okay, but from the neck down.”
If that’s what she needs to feel comfortable, it’s fine by me. I take the picture, drop my phone, and stalk forward, frantic to touch her. I’m all over her the second I reach her. I play with her nipples as I kiss her neck and along her jawline, and my dick is twitching behind my boxers, begging to be let free. “You looked like Hollywood royalty at the ball,” I admit before sucking one taut nipple into my mouth. “Tonight, you’re my queen.”
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she grumbles, clutching my shoulders. “Strip for me, baby.”
I fix her with a challenging look. “Undress me.” Lowering my hands from her body, I straighten up and wait to see if she’ll rise to the occasion.
“Gladly,” she says, not disappointing me. Her hands are all over me in a flash as she starts undressing me. I shiver all over when her fingers trace lightly over the tattoos on my arms and my chest. Her touch sets me on fire, and I jump a little when she turns her attention to the scorpion inked across my back. “This is gorgeous. Does it have any special significance?”
How do I answer without outwardly lying to her? She massages the knots in my shoulders while I compose my reply. “The scorpion represents a lot of things that have meaning to me.”
“Like what?” she asks as her hand travels to my crotch and she slowly tugs the zip down.
“Determination, rebirth, resilience.”
“I like it,” she whispers, moving to my front. “I love all your ink.” She yanks my trousers and boxers down, and my erection springs free. “That’s not all I love.” Her wicked grin as she drops to her knees has precum leaking from my crown.
“You look good on your knees.” I grab her head and guide her mouth to my cock.
Keeping one hand on the back of her head, I grope her perfect tits with my free hand as she licks the salty liquid at the tip of my dick. I stifle a groan when she slowly takes me into her mouth, the feeling exquisite, beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. Her mouth is my kryptonite. If she wants to control me, all she needs to do is wrap her lips around me, and I’m a goner.
“Touch yourself,” I command, driving slowly in and out of her hot mouth.
Her fingers slip into her knickers, and I thrust harder.
“Push two fingers into yourself,” I instruct, and she obediently complies. “Work them faster.” She is so damn sexy. She has no clue. “Fuck, yeah.” I pick up my pace, thrusting into her harder and faster, and the only sounds in the room are my contented groans and the sucking noises she’s making. “Enough,” I demand, needing to stop this while I can. I pull out of her mouth with a loud pop. “I want to come in your pussy after I eat you out.”
Tossing her on the bed, I rip the thong from her body, and launch myself on her pussy, using my tongue and my fingers to work her real good. My cock is straining and jerking as I dry hump the duvet while I feast on her cunt, staying with her through her orgasm. Then I roll a condom on and prepare to meet my maker.
“Are you still okay with this?” I ask, wanting to make sure she’s not having second thoughts. As much as it would kill me to pull back now, I know this is a big deal for her, and I want her all in. I want her looking at me , seeing me , feeling me , when I fuck the living daylights out of her and alter her world forever.
“Yes. Hell yes. Fuck me, Dillon. Do it now.”
“It would be my pleasure, Hollywood.” My fingers coast over her legs as I spread her thighs wide and settle between them. I lift her legs over my shoulders and drive two fingers into her wet cunt. She’s soaked, and it’s the biggest turn-on knowing I did that to her. “Tasty,” I confirm after licking her essence from my fingers.
No woman has ever tasted so sweet.
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I drive inside her in one fast thrust, pushing all the way to the hilt. Fuck. Me. She feels incredible squeezing my dick. “Jesus, you’re so tight.” I don’t move for a few beats, letting her body adjust to the feel of me. Then, I bend down and kiss her passionately while I start moving in and out of her wet warmth.
I pick up my pace, fucking her hard, shoving my cock deep, needing to feel every part of her. The sounds coming from her are music to my ears, and she’s panting and writhing as I slam into her harder and harder, loving the feel of my piercing dragging along her hot smooth inner walls.
“Harder, Dil,” she rasps, lost to ecstasy as I ram inside her like a wild beast. I straighten my back, positioning her legs a little higher, and gyrate my hips, hitting her at a different angle. Then I pound into her like a madman. Sweat rolls down my back as I grip her legs tight and pivot into her over and over, hitting deeper and deeper each time.
“Yes, fuck, yes, Dil, keep doing that.”
Sweat beads on my brow and my chest as I work her over good, slamming into her tight body repeatedly, letting pleasure roll over my body in blissful anticipatory waves.
There’s a level of intimacy between us that’s always been missing for me in past encounters. I’m fully aware of the woman lying underneath me—highly tuned to her raspy breath, every scintillating move, and every seductive moan and whimper leaving her swollen lips. I’m focused on responding to the clues her body is offering, ensuring she’s happy and I’m giving her maximum pleasure. I want this to be as special for her as it is for me. Sex has never been like this for me. I want to live inside her and always feel this.
Vivien screams when her second orgasm hits, her body arching and thrusting as she succumbs to the ultimate high. Flipping her over onto her stomach, I yank her arse up and shove her thighs apart with my legs. Then I ram into her again, quickly losing myself to the feel of her body worshipping mine.
Vivien is moaning and screaming, pushing back eagerly to meet my thrusts as I drive into her continuously. My fingers dig into the flesh at her hips as a familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine and my balls tighten and lift. As I hammer away, my climax peaks, and I explode inside her. I almost black out as I shatter in the most indescribable way. I keep thrusting until I’ve released every drop of cum into the condom, and then I collapse on the bed, holding her against me as I spoon her from behind.
Our slick, warm skin meets in the perfect marriage as we take a few moments to come back down to earth. Brushing her hair aside, I kiss and suck on her neck, almost afraid to ask this question in case I’ve let her down. Finding my balls, I eventually ask, “Well, Vivien Grace? Did I live up to my promise?”
She turns around, spearing me with the most glorious smile. A satisfied expression rests easily on her face as she caresses my cheek. “Yeah, baby. You definitely did.”
“I can walk,” Vivien protests when I lift her from the bed a few hours later. I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve fucked. All I know is I’m insatiable and every time is better than the last, if that’s even possible.
A chuckle tumbles from my chest. “I must be doing a shit job if that’s the case.” I set her arse down on the bathroom counter, laughing as she shrieks when the cold marble hits her overheated skin. “I’m gonna keep fucking you until you physically can’t walk. I won’t accept anything less.”
“Baby, you’re gonna fuck me to death if we keep going.” She drops her head to my shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this,” she adds, peeking up at me with sleep-heavy eyes. “But no more. You are a sex god among men, Dillon, and I am a hungry slut for your cock, but no more tonight. I need sleep, babe.”
“You sleep, and I’ll fuck you,” I joke.
She lifts her head. “You like that?”
Sweeping knotty strands of hair back off her beautiful face, I say, “Never tried it, but I think I’ll like everything with you.”
Her lips tug up at the corner. “You’re kinky.”
I shrug as I rummage around in her bathroom press. I don’t really want to get into all that right now. I’m not sure how she’ll feel with the stuff I’ve done with others, and the last thing I want her thinking about is the things she’s done in bed with my twin. “I like to be adventurous, but I’m not into hardcore stuff unless you are, and I’m down to try anything once.”
“I don’t really know,” she says as I remove a tube of plain aloe vera gel and a clean facecloth from the press.
I lightly cup her face. “We can try anything you want, but I know you’re tired now. Let me take care of you, and then we’ll snuggle and go to sleep. I wasn’t serious about the sleep fucking thing,” I add before gliding my mouth against hers. “Though now I’m thinking about it, and it’s making me horny.”
She wraps her arms around my neck. “I’m not opposed to you waking me up with your tongue, fingers, or cock in my pussy but don’t try it tomorrow.” Her brow puckers. “Or today, I guess. It must be almost morning by now.” Yawning, she runs her fingers through the stubble on my cheeks, and I close my eyes, purring like a cat in heat. “I’m a little sore, and I think that’s all my body can handle right now.”
“I know, beautiful.” I brush my nose against hers. “Go pee while I change the sheets.”
“There’s fresh bed linens in the hall closet,” she calls after me as I walk out of the en suite bathroom.
While I haven’t heard Ash come home yet, I don’t want another lecture about flashing her, so I pull on my boxers and head out of Viv’s bedroom to grab clean sheets, some water, and painkillers.
After I make the bed, I return to the bathroom, chuckling when I find Vivien dozing on top of the toilet seat.
“Hollywood.” I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” She doesn’t protest when I scoop her up and set her back on the counter on a towel this time.
“I’m so tired,” she mumbles as I help her to brush her teeth and comb her hair. Then I wet the facecloth in warm water and clean between her legs. She winces a little.
“How sore are you?”
“I’m a little sore, but it’s fine. It’s nothing some cock-free sleep won’t cure.”
I tweak her nose and chuckle. “Hold on to the counter. This will be cold, but it’ll help.” I smear some aloe vera gel over my fingers and gently inch two inside her, pushing all the way up so I can coat her inner vagina with the calming gel.
She emits a little squeak, jerking on the counter. “Holy fuck, that’s cold.”
“Yep, but it’ll soothe the burn.” I lift my eyes to hers as my fingers move tenderly inside her. Her brows knit together, and I think I know where her mind has gone. “At least that’s what Ash says. She’s had thrush a few times, and she swears by this stuff. I was always running to the chemist to grab her some.”
Her features relax, and her thighs widen, and I love she’s trusting me with something so intimate. My gaze rakes over her body, surveying the light bruises on her tits, hips, and inner thighs, and the couple hickeys on her neck. Seeing my marks on her body does something to me. I feel like beating my chest and hollering from the top of my lungs, claiming her as mine.
I stall with my fingers buried inside her to kiss her softly. “All good?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and a ghost of a blush creeps onto her cheeks.
“I like having my fingers inside you,” I truthfully admit, and we both look down to where my fingers have disappeared inside her. “If it were possible, I’d just stay in bed with you forever, stuffing you full of my tongue, my dick, my fingers.”
The color on her cheeks darkens. “You have such a filthy mouth.”
I tilt my head to one side. “You complaining?”
“Not at all.” She threads her fingers in my hair. “I like feeling you inside me. I liked everything you did to me tonight, and I want more.”
“Good,” I say, reluctantly withdrawing my fingers from her cunt. “Because I have so much I want to do to you and with you, Vivien Grace Mills.”