8. Keri
8
KERI
T o my disappointment, I don’t wake up with a face between my legs. The sheets are cold beside me, but I can’t help my smile hearing the low hum of his bass from the other room. We fell asleep so early but I’m well rested. I’m not sure what time it is—it could be any time between midnight and noon.
After the day I’ve had, I’m in desperate need of a shower. I slip out of bed and pad over to the ensuite. As I’m adjusting my tousled hair, the music stops, and a moment later Victor is leaning against the door jamb, wearing gray sweatpants low on his hips and no shirt.
Because of course he is.
“I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“You didn’t. What time is it?” I ask, swiping at the smudged mascara under my eyes.
“Seven. Would you like some coffee? Maybe an almond latte?” He draws his lips into his mouth to smother a smile.
“No, but I should take a shower.” My cheeks heat, but I shouldn’t be embarrassed; I’m sure he’s seen me shower before. If he hasn’t, at the very least he’s been up close and personal with my snatch. His gaze hungrily roams my body, lighting me up inside. I’m so touch-starved from this past year, I’d give anything for him to strip me bare and fuck me right here—with or without a shower beforehand. My nerves subside and I ask, “Would you like to join me?”
His pupils dilate and nostrils flare. I love how easily I can rile him up. “For a shower?”
“Yes, a shower,” I laugh, stripping my shirt off and tossing it to the ground. I make a show of removing the rest of my clothes until I’m proudly naked before him. He’s only wearing pants and it doesn’t appear as if he’s wearing underwear. It’s only fair.
“Fuck, Keri,” he groans. “You’re more beautiful than I ever could’ve imagined. Turn around. I need to see all of you.”
I spin in place, giggling to myself. “What are you talking about? You’ve seen me naked dozens of times.”
When I’m facing him again, he’s closed the distance, making my breath catch. “No, I haven’t. Last night was the first time, and it was only half of you. I may enjoy watching, but that was a line I never crossed.”
Victor slides his hand into my hair and gently kisses me. His lips are soft and warm, and I can’t help whimpering against them. I press closer, wishing my bare skin didn’t have his clothes as a barrier.
Guilt creeps in; I’ve been lying to him for as long as I can remember. He deserves better. I pull back, resting my palms on his chest, and enjoying his bare chest more than I’d like to admit. “Wait, I need to tell you something. For starters, I hate mint chip ice cream, and I don’t have a cat.”
A wide grin splits his face. “I know you don’t have a cat.”
“You do? Shit. I bought cat food because I thought it would be funny,” I admit, chewing on my lip.
“I figured you were picking up food for a friend’s or neighbor’s pet.” He shrugs. “Also, your favorite is vanilla bean with hot fudge. I thought it was weird you bought mint chip last night.”
“I bought it because I know it’s your favorite.”
“Now who’s the stalker?” He laughs and pulls me closer, kissing the top of my head. I marinate with his words. Have I been stalking him and Paul? “What about almond milk lattes?”
“I overheard your coffee order, and figured it was your favorite, so I bought one. I was surprised it was good because I typically prefer sweeter drinks, and order them all the time now. But I prefer mine with an extra shot.”
Shit. I am a damn stalker!
“I know,” he chuckles and the vibration of his chest is comforting.
“So, are you just going to let me stand here in your bathroom naked?”
He playfully smacks my ass before releasing me. “Yup.”
“Are you serious?” I grumble. “This is so fucked up.”
“What do you want, Keri? I never expected for any of this to happen. You’ve always been a fantasy, a mirage of sorts. I never entertained the possibility I’d ever touch you, lay beside you, and certainly never thought I’d have a chance in hell to taste you. I’m still trying to process it.”
“Process what, exactly? I’m not imaginary.”
“You are to me.”
“You’ve driven away any hopes of having sex this past year,” I huff. “The best chance I had at an orgasm was with a battery-operated toy.”
“Is that a challenge?” A wry grin paints his face. “You know I can do better than your vibrator.” He turns me to face the vanity and stands behind me. I don’t contradict him, but no man has come close to the efficiency and power of my vibes. If only cocks had an intensity setting.
Meeting his gaze in the mirror, I suggest, “If we do this, I should take a shower first.”
Victor brushes my hair off my shoulder and kisses my neck. His eyes don’t leave mine as he chuckles darkly, “There’s no point until I’m done with you.” He slides his hands up my sides, his fingertips brushing my skin as if he’s trying to commit every inch of me to memory. It feels too damn good, and my body is buzzing with anticipation. I can’t help focusing on the movement and I’m startled when he whispers against my shoulder, “I’ve been dying to fuck your ass.”
“What? So much for ‘processing things,’” I tease, though my words come out broken. “When we were at my apartment, we should’ve grabbed one of those giant bottles of lube I bought.”
“It’s no longer your apartment,” he growls, moving his hand lower, between my legs. “He defiled it.”
Victor flings open a drawer and pulls out a small bottle of lube, roughly placing it on the counter and my eyes widen. “Sort of like how you’re about to defile my ass?”
“Exactly. You’re staying here until we get you a new place.” He swirls his fingers around my clit, then dives into my pussy. My gasp quickly becomes a moan as he curls his fingers. While it feels amazing, it’s not enough. “And you’re mine until you do.”
It’s as if something snapped within him when I mentioned my apartment. An irrational part of me never wants to leave. Perhaps this is what Stockholm syndrome is like. I scoff when I read about it in romance novels. I’m a college educated woman, graduated cum laude for fuck’s sake. There is no reason I should allow a stalker to touch me, let alone fuck me.
Then again, what have I been doing this past year? I’ve been as obsessed with Victor as he has been with me. I can’t help pushing him, intrigued by the idea of him using me for his own pleasure. My attention should’ve been on my performance, not Paul and Victor.
“Vic— can I call you Vic? Too bad, I just did. I need you naked, right fucking now.”
“You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?” He drives his fingers deeper. “The need to fill all your holes right now is too tempting.”
“Please,” I whimper, not caring how desperate I sound. My chest is fucking heaving at the possibility of being poked or prodded for the first time in a year. Hell, the last thing that entered me was a damn tampon; I’ll take anything he gives me. Mediocre sex is better than no sex at all.
My eyes close and he presses closer, his hard cock noticeable against my lower back. “On your toes if you want me to fill you.”
I only took a few ballet electives and draw from it as I lift as high as I can. He presses my chest onto the cold counter between the double sinks. Mere seconds later, I’m speared with his cock deep in my desperate pussy. I cry out at the fullness, loving that he’s completely inside me. He doesn’t move, and his cock twitches, forcing a moan from me I couldn’t hide if I tried. With how rough he was with that initial thrust, I’m worried for my ass, and inadvertently clench around him at the thought. He hisses but as he pulls out, he grips my throat and rams into me a second time. It’s the rough claiming I’ve been craving for months.
Each time I push back against him, he thrusts harder and I begin to lose my balance as well as the perfect position to come. Thankfully, Victor isn’t up for acrobatics tonight, and he grips my throat, forcing me to look at him in the mirror. “As fun as this is, neither of us are going to come.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Bed?”
“Bed,” he confirms, stripping off his sweatpants. In true book boyfriend fashion, he hoists me over his shoulder and stalks into the bedroom, tossing me onto the mattress like a rag doll. I chuckle at my ridiculous predicament, but as he crawls to me on the bed, all humor is lost. “You’ve been taking your pill regularly?” I nod. “Shame.”
Oh goodie, now I have a breeding kink to contend with…
Without either of us assisting, he slips his cock inside me, making me feel deliciously full again. Each thrust is more punishing than the last as he whispers sweet praises beside my ear. To no one’s surprise, he fucks me hard and fast, and comes in a matter of minutes. I’m unsure why I thought it would be sweet and slow, but I assumed he would at least be a gentleman and let me come first—or at all.
As I’m about to make a side comment about being unsatisfied, he slides down my body and presses his cum back inside me, curling his fingers right where I need him. “Right there. Don’t stop. Fuck, that feels amazing.”
“Only amazing?” He nips at the inside of my thigh then he teases firm circles around my clit with his tongue. “We can do better than amazing.”
I’m right there, so fucking close, and struggle to catch my breath as he continues licking and sucking. When he draws his fingers out of my slick pussy and drags one down to my ass, I whimper, desperate to come. He teases my tight hole then presses a finger in, making me cry out in pleasure. An orgasm barrels through me and while it was good, I was promised better than amazing.
“That was…”
“Shh, I know,” he whispers. “And that’s why you didn't need a shower.”
What? That’s all I get?
I don’t dare tell him it was underwhelming and my toys could absolutely do better. Admitting it to Victor probably won't end well for me. I stuff down my disappointment; I’ll need to find a way to properly take care of myself later.