Chapter 7 #3
He preferred quality over quantity, so his close friend circle was small, filled with people who’d gone the distance and proven themselves loyal and trustworthy. And because of that, he gave those same things back in return.
Belle had won him over far quicker than anyone else in his life, which was saying something, because he’d been an outright bear to her in the earliest days of her employment.
His overprotectiveness had been amplified a million-fold after Phil’s death and Pip’s birth, and Belle had been tossed right into the fire, forced to prove herself to him right out of the gate.
She never wavered, never faltered, never quit.
Instead, she got up every morning with a compassionate smile, a patient demeanor, and a strength that not only helped get Vivian through the hardest time of her life, but him as well.
Because he’d been grieving, too. Devastated over the loss of a man who’d become a true brother to him, and his heart broken for his sister, who’d been widowed far too young.
Victor dipped his finger into the valley of her breasts, tugging her bra down until her nipples popped out over the material. This time, Belle did lift her arms, intent on covering herself.
She stopped when he shook his head.
Her hands lingered in midair for a few seconds, and he imagined she was waging an internal battle, wanting to hide but also wanting to obey.
When she lowered her arms to her sides once more, he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. “Good girl.”
Those two words produced an even bigger shudder, her face rife with hunger, her eyes heavy with need.
Jesus Christ. This woman was made for him.
Victor slid his arms around her back, unfastening her bra, dropping it on the floor with her dress. Belle’s arms remained lowered. At least for a moment.
That was when it appeared her patience ran out. She tugged his T-shirt from his jeans, working the cotton upward until she could pull it off. He loved her eyes on him, loved the way she tugged at her lower lip with her teeth.
He’d caught her staring at his chest countless times over the past couple months, whenever they were in the pool together.
Those glances had been torture, and Victor couldn’t believe he’d been such a fucking fool for so long.
At the time, he’d been proud of his strength, of his ability to do the right thing, but now, he could see all he’d truly done was waste too much precious time that the two of them could have spent together.
Belle’s hand trembled slightly as she placed her palm in the center of his chest, her fingers sliding over his bare skin. The appreciation in her eyes felt good.
“You are so damn hot,” she breathed.
He chuckled, the response drawing her attention back to his face.
“Especially when you smile,” she added.
Victor knew he had resting scowl face. He’d been told by his parents, sister, teachers, friends, coaches, and teammates that he needed to smile more, but he’d never found much worth smiling about.
Pip and Vivian were good at making him laugh, and now Belle.
Something told him he was going to be hard-pressed to stop smiling whenever he was with her, simply because she made him feel so good.
Victor pulled her back into his embrace, kissing her once more. As their tongues touched, he slid his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties, sliding them down. Belle shook her hips, helping him guide the silky material over her ass.
Breaking the kiss, Victor decided to follow them the rest of the way down.
Dropping to his knees, he hissed when Belle’s hands grasped his long hair, pulling it roughly.
“Victor,” she said on a gasp. “You don’t have to—”
“Have to?” he echoed, more sharply than he intended, even as he lifted one of her feet, then the other, taking the panties off completely. “Nothing about this is a ‘have to’ situation, Sunshine. Now open your legs like a good girl.”
Her hands tightened their grip, but not to continue the fight. Instead, she released a shaky breath, her chest as red as her cheeks, and parted her legs.
The first thing he saw was the shine of arousal on her inner thighs. She was already dripping wet, and he’d done little more than kiss her.
“How long has it been?” he asked, hoping her answer would encourage him to slow down and use care. He wasn’t entirely sure it would, but…
“Seven years,” she whispered.
Fuck.
Yeah, he thought. That didn’t help at all.
Instead, it made his need to stake his claim stronger, harder to resist. He parted her lips with his thumbs, drawing her scent in as he leaned toward her wet pussy.
Belle squeaked when his tongue swiped along her slit, drinking her in.
“Fuck,” she murmured.
Unable to resist, Victor lifted his head and smirked, mainly because while the F word was his favorite and most-used word, he’d never heard Belle use it. “We’re going to fill that swear jar tonight.”
She giggled. “Disney, here we come.”
He barked out a laugh, then dove back in.
Belle’s fingers slipped to his shoulders as she sought purchase, her nails scraping the skin there. He liked the idea of wearing her marks, almost as much as he enjoyed the idea of giving her a few of his own.
In fact…
He turned his head away from her pussy, nipping her inner thigh.
She squealed again, squirming when he closed his lips around the bite mark and started sucking.
He hadn’t given a girl a hickey since high school, but the idea of giving Belle one that only the two of them knew about was too tempting to resist.
Once he’d left his mark, he turned his attention back to her pussy, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Belle cried out his name, cursing again as her hips began to gyrate.
He tightened his grip, holding her in place as best he could, but Belle wasn’t making it easy.
Sucking her clit into his mouth, he pushed two fingers inside her, mentally cursing over how tight she was. She was going to feel like heaven, but first, he needed to stretch her out.
He was a big guy…everywhere.
Not so big that women screamed in horror, but he was definitely on the upper end of average. He didn’t want to hurt Belle, but every single one of her responses to his touches chiseled away at his self-restraint.
It was taking everything he had not to toss her over his shoulder, drag her to the couch, and drive himself in deep and hard until they were both obliterated.
“Please,” Belle gasped, her hips moving in time with the thrusting of his fingers. “Need. You.”
Victor glanced up at her. “You’re going to come on my fingers first.”
Belle’s brows furrowed briefly in what looked like confusion. Jesus, hadn’t any of her previous lovers made her come like this?
“I want you inside me when I come,” she argued.
“You’re going to do that too.”
This time, she did frown. “I’m kind of a one-and-done girl. I’ve never come twice in a night. I don’t think I can.”
Victor scowled, shaking his head. “You’re not coming twice tonight,” he growled. “We’re not stopping until I’ve rung at least three or four out of you.”
He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling when Belle’s brows rose so high, they practically touched her hairline.
“But—” she started.
“Shhh,” he said, directing the breath that accompanied that sound directly onto her clit. It had the desired effect, because she groaned.
Victor picked up the pace, finger-fucking her harder, adding a third digit. Belle jerked in response, but her body soon adjusted, and within minutes, she gave him the orgasm he’d demanded.
He looked up just as she went over, certain there was nothing more beautiful in the world than his woman in the throes of a climax.
And there was no longer any doubt in his mind that she was his.
He’d always suspected if he staked his claim on her, it would be binding—forever.
Now, he knew for certain. And that was when he realized just how not in love he’d been with Amelia.
Because his plans to marry her hadn’t felt like this at all.
With his ex, the ring and vows had simply been part of the progression of their relationship, feeling like the next boxes that should be checked off.
With Belle, this had become a claim-her-or-die situation.
As her orgasm waned, Victor rose from the floor and adjusted his cock, which was being strangled by his jeans. He was going to have to invest in a hell of a lot more lounge pants with her in his life, because he had a feeling, nonstop erections were about to become a fact of life.
The moment he reached his feet, Belle launched herself at him, kissing him like he’d just given her a million dollars.
Victor let the kiss linger as long as he could—which wasn’t very fucking long—before he broke the embrace, turning to lead her to the couch.
He’d had a lot of time this evening to play out how things might go down between them. Mercifully, Pip had wanted to watch Zootopia, a movie he’d seen with her at least a dozen times, so he didn’t need to pay attention to answer her questions or comments.
Ideally, he would have taken Belle to his bedroom for their first time together, but until he discovered just how loud a lover she was, he thought it best not to risk the two of them waking Pip—sound sleeper or not.
Belle sank down onto the couch so she could unbutton his jeans and slide down the zipper. He kept his gaze locked on her face, anxious for the moment when she saw him—all of him—for the first time.
They worked together to shove the denim and his boxer briefs over his hips, his cock springing free. It had been hard ever since he saw her headlights flash through the front window.
Belle’s soft intake of breath and the slight widening of her eyes told him she liked what she saw.
He stepped out of his pants, then cupped her jaw, lifting her face up to his.
While he’d had the last few hours to reconcile himself to what was coming, he was blindsiding Belle. If she wasn’t truly ready to change the status quo between them, somehow he’d find the strength to walk away. “Last chance to say no.”
She blinked several times, surprised by the question. “I want you.”
He knew that, but there was a difference between wanting someone sexually and what he wanted from Belle.
“If we do this, no more fucking dates.”
If Victor had had any doubts about her feelings toward him, they were washed away instantly when her face lit up in true delight.
“No more dates. I promise.”
Victor guided her to her back on his couch, grateful he’d bought the big-ass, expensive sectional. The cushions were deep and plush, and most importantly, wide enough that he could climb over her, his knees straddling her thighs.
Victor lowered his head, kissing her once more. As he did so, he blindly reached for his jeans, in need of his wallet and the condom he kept there.
Belle broke the kiss when she felt what he was doing. “I get the shot,” she said, biting her lower lip afterward.
“Belle, I’m clean, but if you want me to use—”
“I don’t,” she interjected. “I really don’t.”
Victor didn’t think it was possible for any more blood to rush to his cock, but with those words, Belle took him from code red to critical fucking mass.
They shifted at the same time, Victor’s knees shifting between her outstretched legs. Neither of them sought to continue the kiss. Instead, they simply held each other’s gazes, their eyes locked as Victor guided his cock to her opening and slid inside.
Once he was buried completely, he paused, fighting to catch his breath.
“Belle,” he murmured, trying to find the words to ask if she was okay. “Sunshine.”
She cupped his bearded face in her hands and smiled.
It was all he needed.
Victor began to thrust, slowly at first, but he soon built up his rhythm—in both speed and force—as Belle wrapped her legs around his waist, her ankles crossed at the base of his spine.
The only sounds in the room were their stuttered breaths…his grunts of pleasure…her moans of delight.
Belle’s back arched when he reached between them, stroking her clit. He’d promised her at least three orgasms tonight, and he was determined to see that through.
Even if it killed him.
Which it might.
She was so tight, gloving his dick like she was made just for him.
Belle cried out his name as her eyes closed and her inner muscles clenched around him, her climax powerful, beautiful.
Victor held still, fighting like the devil to ride out the storm—her storm. It was a close call.
When her eyes opened again, her gaze was cloudier, hazier. It took her a few blinks to clear it enough to focus on him.
“You’re going to do that again,” he said, in a deep warning tone.
Belle huffed out a laugh. “You say that like it’s a threat.”
Victor wanted to chuckle at her joke, because it was funny, but he was a man on the edge. It wasn’t going to take much for him to come, and he wanted her with him when he did.
He stroked her clit once more, kissing her deeply, roughly, until her sated body sparked back to life. Belle took his decision to start moving away from him when her hips began rising and falling, drawing him back into their earlier rhythm.
He drew his lips along her cheek, down the side of her neck, biting her shoulder as he kept applying force and friction to her clit.
Belle called out his name as her third orgasm struck. This one so intense, Victor was helpless to hold himself back. He followed her off the cliff, a litany of curse words mingled with her name. “Fuck, Belle! Jesus Christ. Sunshine… Fucking perfect.”
He held himself above her, trying not to crush her with his weight as they both dragged themselves back from the abyss. Once her gaze connected with his again, he kissed her, long and hard, shifting to his side and pulling her with him so that her body was pillowed against his chest.
They remained there for a good hour, neither of them willing to leave their bubble or break the spell.
“Sleep in my bed tonight,” he said gruffly.
Belle lifted her head. “Pip—”
“I’ll set an alarm for five,” he said, unwilling to bend on this. Now that he’d had her, made her his, he wasn’t backtracking or hesitating or fucking pausing. “You can sneak back to your own room then and she’ll be none the wiser.”
Belle considered that for only a moment before nodding. “Okay.”
“Good girl,” he replied, grinning.
“You’re going to have to use those words sparingly,” she said, slowly pushing up. “Because they make me want to do dirty, dirty things with you.”
Victor laughed loudly. “Oh, Clarabelle. You really shouldn’t divulge dangerous secrets like that to me.”
She playfully slapped him on the chest, then stood, walking across the room. She tossed her sundress back on, not bothering with the panties or bra. Victor slipped into his boxer briefs, then grabbed the rest of their clothing. It wouldn’t do for Pip to find those breadcrumbs in the morning.
Clasping hands, the two of them walked to his room, neither speaking.
For now, words weren’t necessary.
The problem was, that was only true…
For now.