Chapter 54
Gabriella
“This is it bitch!! After today, we are officially done with mutha-fuckin’ high school! Eeeek!” Chloe’s infamous squeal comes through the speaker of Kerri’s phone. When I peek my head in Kerri’s room, I see her sitting on the floor in front of the mirror, smiling as she curls her hair.
Kerry’s temporary room is all calming earth tones with a dark accent wall.
Her bedding is a deep purple color atop a shiny brass vintage frame twin bed.
Her room reminds me of my childhood dollhouse, my dad made.
I am so thankful for everything that Emma has done to make Kerri and Abby feel at home here.
“Um, I think I’ll just ride with you guys if that’s okay.” Kerri looks at me through the mirror.
“Hey, Mrs. S!” Chloe yells from the phone in the middle of Kerri’s bed.
I smile at the phone with a small eye-roll, “Hey Chloe! Are you excited?”
“Fuck yeah, Mrs. S…Oh..shit…I mean, heck yes, Mrs. S…fuck, I said shit…damnit…uuugh!” Chloe sputters.
Kerri and I make eye contact, and both of us start laughing hysterically. “It’s okay, Chloe, I understand you and Kerri are excited. Did you all find out if you were able to room with each other next year at Boston University?”
“Hell yes, brother!” Chloe’s response is quick and bursting with energy. Kerri just giggles in response and nods her head.
“That’s great, girls! I’ll leave you to it. See you downstairs in 20?” Kerri nods again, switching to applying her makeup. “Bye Chloe, see you in a few!” I holler as I pull the door shut.
Before I walk away, I hear Chloe’s voice again, “Dude, you haven’t told your mom about school yet?” My gaze shoots up to the door in surprise, like I can see through the wood to Kerri’s reaction.
“Chloe, hush. No, I haven’t said anything. I haven’t made my decision yet.” Kerri whisper yells.
“Well, you better say something soon, aren’t you leaving for your grandmother’s in like, a couple of days?”
“Yeah, Chlo, I will. I just didn’t want to disappoint them until after graduation.” Kerri’s voice sounds small and frustrated. My hand flies up to my heart, and I decide that eavesdropping is not the way to communicate properly.
I step into our bedroom. That’s such a nice feeling, our bedroom. Even though it’s a temporary one in a house that isn’t ours. I see Vic leaving the bathroom. “Hey, G, you look fantastic.” His eyes scan my whole body as he steps toward me and reaches for my waist, pulling me against him.
All the air escapes my lungs at the feeling of our bodies against each other, and I have to use a couple of extra brain cells to remember what I was going to say to him.
“Mmm, you smell amazing!” I stick my nose against his neck and inhale, to which he hums in response, his Adam’s apple vibrating against my lips.
Fuck, I’m not going anywhere but to bed if this man does not give me space.
I push back from him for a bit of breathing room.
“Okay, I need space, otherwise we’re not getting out of this house to see our daughter graduate.” Vic laughs at my remark. “I need to tell you something.” Vic’s smile falls, and a look of worry appears. “No, not about us,” a sigh of relief escapes him, “it’s about Kerri and college.”
I explain what I overheard, and Vic listens to my concerns, then tells me that she’ll talk to us when she’s ready.
Sometimes I hate how levelheaded he is. “Gabbi,” Vic grabs both sides of my face, his finger brushing the neckline of my hair, “it’ll be okay.
” I release my breath at his words, then he leans in and brushes his soft lips against mine.
Back and forth, Jesus, why does it feel like there is a direct line from my lips to my clit.
This man brushed his lips on mine, and I’m soaking my panties? Get a grip, Gabbs.
“I can feel you thinking, Gabbi.” Vic moves his lips to my jaw, brushing across to the lower part of my ear, “Care to share with the class?” Goosebumps break out across my skin, and my nipples tighten at the bass in his voice rumbling so close to my ear.
A small whimper escapes my lips. “Hmm, are you wet for me, baby?”
Kisses continue down my neck, and my hand flies to his hair. I love that he still keeps it a little longer on top. Just long enough for me to grip it. Fuck, we don’t have time for this. “Vic,” I groan when I feel his teeth on that space between my shoulder and my neck.
“Yes, baby? What were you thinking? Hmm?”
“I…um…” I clear my throat, trying to fire off a few neurons to connect my brain and mouth again. “I was thinking we have to leave here in about 10 minutes…mmm…and we…shit…we don’t have time for this.”
Vic immediately stops kissing me and snaps his head up so he’s directly in front of my face. I bounce my gaze from one eye to the other, trying to figure out what he’s thinking, then a shit- eating grin flashes across his face, “Challenge accepted, Rockstar.” Huh?
Before I even know what’s happening, Vic walks me over to the bed and spins me around, my back to his front, facing the bed.
He runs his hand from my hip, up my torso, between my breasts, and wraps his fingers around my throat.
Holy Jesus. My body starts to convulse at the feeling of being possessed by him.
I want him to squeeze, but I know he won’t.
Vic’s lips are against my ear, “Give me a color, baby.” Oh shit…
do we have time for this? What if the girls hear us?
Vic’s teeth on my ear and the flex of his fingers around my neck wipe all thoughts from my brain.
“Green. It’s fucking green.” My voice comes out quick, breathy, and an octave lower than normal. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Vic lets go of my throat and slowly pushes his hand on my back, folding me in half, my chest and arms now lying across the bed. Oh god.
My heart is hammering in my chest. I can feel his weight on my back as he leans near my ear again.
“What did you tell Ty to do that night?” He continues to lick and suck on my neck and my earlobe, driving me fucking crazy.
“To fuck Emma like he paid for it?” A groan falls out of my mouth.
Holy Shit, I can feel my wetness pooling at my entrance.
“Yeah, that’s what you said. Well, Rockstar, I’m gonna do just that.
” With those words, his weight is gone from my back, my blue sundress is pushed up over my waist, and my panties are yanked down to my knees.
I hear Vic groan at the sight of my wet pussy.
I can even picture the carnal look that takes over his face when he’s like this.
“Vic,” I whine. Shit, I want this so bad. “Vic, I need you. Use me. Fuck me. Please!” I’m fucking desperate right now. I want him to pound into me so hard that I’ll feel it for the rest of the fucking day.
“Oh, baby, I love it when you beg.” His voice is damp with amusement.
I look over my shoulder to see him looking at me, bent over and stroking his now freed cock.
Dear jesus, I think I might explode. Just then, I feel him slam into me, filling me up.
My whole body warms, and another whimper comes out of my mouth.
Vic pounds into me like a man possessed, and I’m fucking here for it. “Fuck, G, your pussy feels so good.” I moan at his words, and a sharp crack echoes through the room as his hand comes down hard on my ass. I feel the floodgates open, and from Vic’s groan and increased movements, so can he.
He reaches his hand around to my clit, already slick from the wetness he’s pushing out of me. Vic rubs circles around the tight bud as he pounds harder, our moans grinding against each other. Fuck, this is going to come quick, “Vic, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, baby, soak me. Fuck, I want to feel your pussy suck on my cock.” Oh god, his words push me right there to the edge.
My legs are shaking, ass jiggling, cunt leaking.
Just then, another smack on my ass, and I’m sent soaring over the edge.
I let out a deep moan, and Vic answers with two more pumps, then he falls over the edge with me.
Our breaths are heavy, and I can feel the heat radiating off our bodies.
Vic steps back, tucking himself away. When I start to move, he tells me to stay put, then goes into our ensuite bathroom and grabs a towel.
After he wipes up my thighs, without touching my pussy, he pulls up my panties and stands me up, adjusting my dress.
He slowly spins me around and kisses me with a deliberate, demanding, soul-owning kiss.
When he pulls away, I see a look of satisfaction with a little smug tug on his lips.
“What?” I’m curious about the look on his face.
With a shrug, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, “Two things, I guess.”
“Oh yeah?” My interest is piqued.
“One, knowing you’re walking around in public with my cum inside you makes me want to strut like a fucking peacock.” I laugh at his comment, but wait for the second. “And two,” he looks down at his watch, “we have sixty seconds to spare.” Then he winks.
A laugh bursts out of me! This man.