3. Victor
THREE
VICTOR
When we arrive at the door of Kayla’s guest room, her mouth opens. I can see the question form, but I already know the answer she wants.
I steal the words away with a kiss.
Oh, God yes.
Kayla’s strawberry-flavored lips taste even sweeter than I remember.
I push her back against the door, pressing myself against her so she can feel how hard she’s made me.
And that’s without even trying. Just walking next to her, after a sleepless, horny night of dreaming about the impossible, has made my anticipation almost unbearable.
“Wait…” Kayla pulls away from the kiss. She places a hand on my chest and gives me that confused frown again, her soft brown eyes wide as she looks up at me. Her blonde hair is swept up in a ponytail today, with soft curls framing her face. “I thought you said we shouldn’t do this.”
I sigh and step back, running a hand through my hair. As if I needed the reminder. I’ve been agonizing about this all night.
The problem is, when she looks at me like this, her eyes liquid and her skin so soft and touchable, I struggle to remember why this is a bad idea.
“I did say that,” I admit. “We shouldn’t…” I trail off as I try to remember the argument for why this is a bad idea.
It all seems so insignificant when Kayla is so close that I can feel her body heat.
Kayla tilts her head to the side. “But…?”
I close my eyes for a second and take a deep breath. Telling her this is a bad idea.
God knows why I’m in so deep after spending two fucking seconds with this woman, but I am.
“I couldn’t sleep last night knowing you were just on the other side of this wall.”
She pauses for a second, and I wonder if I’ve said too much.
Then she lifts her gaze back to me and bites her lip. “I didn’t sleep well, either.”
My heart pounds. I lean forward again, taking a deep breath of her floral scent. “What kept you awake, Kayla?”
“I was annoyed...that you didn’t finish what you started.”
Fuck yes.
“Good thing we’ve got time now.”
I lean forward to taste those soft lips again, but she pauses again, looking up at me. “Seriously, what made you change your mind?”
I pause. I’m incapable of lying to her, not when she’s looking up at me with that open, trusting expression all over her pretty face.
“I don’t know if I should tell you this.” I run my hands through her soft hair. “But I kinda like the fact that we shouldn’t be doing this.”
I’ve never been the kind of guy that likes younger women. There’s just something about Kayla — I don’t care that she’s twenty-two, I don’t care that I’m old enough to be her father, I just have to have her.
Not to mention that she has a delicate but curvy body that has me desperate to strip away her plain cotton t-shirt and shorts and find out what’s beneath the fabric.
I kiss her neck, squeeze her perky breasts, and move my mouth in deep kisses down her neck.
“I know people might gossip if we got caught…but it would take more than that to keep me away from you.”
The more of her I touch, the more I realize just how true it is. I could do this all day. She’s so responsive, so sensitive, every inch of her skin just begging for my touch.
I thought I could resist her yesterday. And then I caved the second I saw her talking to another man. I’m weak for this woman.
I slide a hand under her t-shirt, over the silken skin of her belly and waist, sliding over her skin until I’m cupping her breast. I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and Kayla gives a breathy moan. I move to her other breast and her breath catches in her throat.
“Victor?”
“Kayla?” I murmur against her neck, tasting the sweet floral scent of her while I massage her soft flesh.
“That feels good.”
“Mm. That’s kind of the point, Kayla.”
I smooth my hands over the simple t-shirt and leggings she’s wearing, feelings the curves of her waist and hips, then the round bounciness of her ass.
I pick her up and she loops her legs around my waist. She fits here so perfectly, her pussy nestled right against the bulge of my cock. I love the way I can pick her up with ease and she just lets me.
I push open the door of her suite to carry her onto the bed. “We’d better go inside, or else we actually will get caught.”
She giggles, glancing at the spot where we were making out on her doorstep. “That was quite public.”
Anyone walking past could have seen us — but in that moment, I couldn’t fucking care less. I’d take her right here on the doorstep of her suite with the entire wedding party walking past.
“Does it scare you?”
She tosses her blonde ponytail over her shoulder and nods. “It does. But like you said, it’s kinda exciting, too. I’ve never done this before.”
I toss her on the bed and Kayla looks up at me expectantly. I’m taking this slow. I kiss her gently, but she’s the one who’s impatient now. She tugs at the hem of my t-shirt until I pull it over my head.
When I look back down at her she’s staring, her brown eyes wide and glowing with excitement.
“You’re ripped.”
I shrug. “I work out.”
She lets a laugh out of her nose. “Well, I hope you’re not expecting that from me. I do not work out.”
I stop, fixing her with a serious gaze. “Kayla, your curves have been driving me fucking crazy since the first time I saw you.”
I know it’s only going to get better.
With a nervous nod, she pulls her own t-shirt over her head and I just about cum in my pants. She’s not just exquisite. She’s heavenly.
Her soft, creamy figure is a perfect hourglass. She’s wearing a simple black sports bra, but it does nothing to conceal the swell of her breasts. I can’t stop looking at her, memorizing the indents and dips of her body.
We just stay there like that for a few seconds, staring at each other and breathing silently, until I can’t stand it anymore.
“Come here, baby.” I pull her onto my lap, slide one hand up her back and unclip her bra. With another nervous reflex, Kayla’s hands fly to her breasts.
“You’re going to hide those from me?” I ask with a smile.
“Sorry,” she breathes.
I capture her mouth in a gentle kiss again. “Don’t apologize, baby. That was adorable. Now show me those perfect tits.”
God, she’s so sexy. With a deep breath she releases her breasts. They’re perfect — mounds of creamy flesh topped with delicate pink nipples.
I dive in, sucking the sensitive skin of her nipples until she lets out a shaky breath. Then I slide her leggings down to her knees and cup the hot mound of her pussy.
Kayla lets out a shaky breath, a tremble running along her spine again. Her hips lift to meet my touch on instinct.
That’s when I start to realize how inexperienced Kayla is. I’ve hardly touched her and she’s already shaking like a leaf.
“Kayla, is this okay?”
“It’s just…” She bites her lip, her brown eyes glowing with nerves again. “No one’s ever touched me there, Victor.”
I rake a hand through my hair, realizing the seriousness of this situation. Is Kayla saying she’s a virgin? It’s unexpected, but my cock responds instantly. I didn’t expect this from Kayla, but it sends a thrill down my spine that I could be the first one to take her like this.
“And do you want me to?”
I watch her face carefully. This is a big decision for her, and I don’t want to pressure her. Even if it would kill me to walk away right now.
To my relief, she nods enthusiastically. Hungrily.
“Thank God,” I groan, finding the dip in the center of her pussy and eliciting another moan from her as I find her sensitive nub. “Because I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you, baby.”
I lie Kayla on her back and kiss my way over her waist and down to her thighs, stripping away her panties and shorts. I take a second to admire the soft pink flesh of her pussy before I dive in. She’s covered with soft, neatly trimmed hair.
I suck at her clit while I tease her dripping entrance with my fingers.
Holy hell.
I don’t know how my cock would ever fit inside her. Just one finger feels like a stretch.
“Relax, baby. This is going to feel real good.”
I suck at her clit, gentler this time, and curve my finger to hit her g-spot.
Another buck of her hips in response.
“That’s it, baby. Did that feel good?”
She lets out a breathless, high pitched cry.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Mhmm. Feels so good,” she gasps, only semi-coherent.
It’s not quite a full sentence, but I’ll accept it for now.
Her pussy tastes so delicious that I’m not stopping now. When I swirl my tongue over her clit in a circle, Kayla moans with an addictive, breathless tone.
I finally slide another finger inside her and she starts to ride my hand, her body knowing exactly how to chase pleasure even if she’s still discovering these new sensations.
The force of her orgasm shocks me. Her back lifts on the bed, her legs tremble, and I glance up to watch the incredible sight that is her breasts trembling as she gasps for air.
That’s all I need. The sight of her perfect tits bouncing as she tries to suck in air and the delicious taste of her pussy. I wrap a hand around my cock and jerk off for just a few strokes, my load landing all over her creamy tits.
Kayla smiles up at me, scooping a drop of cum into her mouth. “Hmm. Tastes salty.”
God, she’s so cute. I bend forward to kiss her, but we both freeze at the sound of a knock followed by the door handle turning.
“Kayla? Is your knee okay?” A very familiar voice sounds and I react like lightning.
Kayla scrambles to pull on a bathrobe and meets Becca at the door, blocking her from entering any further.
“I thought I heard moaning? Is it really bad?”
“Oh uhhh… yes. It has been sore this morning. Ouch.”
I lie under the bed, shaking with silent laughter, as I realize what’s happened. God, this was risky.
There’s a beat as Becca takes in Kayla’s barely clothed state.
“Oh! Sorry. You weren’t in here with someone, were you? No, I suppose not, Robert’s still at the picnic…”
Kayla chokes out a laugh. “I was just having a nap. And Robert has never been in this bedroom, I can assure you that.”
“Hmm.” Becca sounds skeptical. I’m going to have to tell her to drop this thing about Robert. Can’t she see that Kayla is out of that idiot’s league? “Well, I feel bad about your knee.”
“I’m sure it will get better. Your Dad patched me up. He was very thorough.”
I have to clap a hand over my mouth to avoid chuckling at that.
“Sorry that I didn’t think of it before suggesting a hike for today’s activity. I feel awful that I made it worse.”
“It was fine. Really, your Dad was just being extra caring by checking on me.”
“That’s sweet of him. Speaking of, where did he go? He didn’t come back to the picnic.”
“Oh… Weird…” Kayla pauses as she searches for an explanation. “I think he went jogging, actually. Yeah, he mentioned jogging before he left.”
“Huh. I thought he’d already been for his morning run. Anyway, I’ll see you at dinner tonight, right?”
“Wouldn’t miss it. Even if I have to get there on crutches.”
The door clicks shut and I hear Kayla sigh in relief.
I stand up and pull Kayla close to me. She dissolves into a fit of giggles.
“God. That was a close call.”
“Tell me about it. You’re not the one who had to hide under the bed.”
The relief coursing through my veins is entirely too real.
God. I’m terrified of how much I want this woman.
And even more terrified of what might happen if we keep doing this.