HARD
VIKTOR
EVIE IS ADDICTIVE. BEING WITH HER ONCE ONLY MAKES ME WANT HER MORE.
STILL, I HOLD BACK from asking her out until Wednesday.
I’m used to going after what I want, so this self-denial thing is brand new.
But I feel guilty enjoying myself so much while I’m worried about my brother.
Delaying my pleasure is how I try to balance the unfairness of the universe.
I finally call her.
Oooh, Viktor, a phone call. I like that, Evie says instead of hello. Although a video call would be even better.
Why? I ask.
Because you’re so handsome, she replies.
I can’t help but chuckle as I switch to video. She is so oddly direct.
Evie beams at me on the screen. Her hair is pinned up, and she has a pen behind her ear. She’s wearing an enormous fuzzy sweater, but luckily I can visualize exactly how good she looks underneath her clothes.
Are you alone? What are you doing? I ask.
Yes, Annie’s gone to an event at Sigma Phi. I’m working on an essay for my art history class. What about you?
Just finished all my assignments. So, I still owe you dinner. What about tomorrow night?
Oh, I wish I could, but I have a test on Friday morning.
So? I don’t understand this excuse.
I need to be well-rested to do well. I can’t always go out late on school nights. How about Friday instead?
Friday I have an away game. Unfortunately, hockey means that my weekends aren’t free. I don’t usually have to explain this since most students memorize the Mustangs schedule. You’re coming to the game on Saturday, right?
Yes, of course. It’s the highlight of the Monarch social calendar, she jokes.
Fine. Let’s get together afterwards. The team usually goes to the pub, so I’ll meet you there. Again, I wonder if this is something I need to explain since everyone knows what the Mustangs do post-game.
Oh. I can’t go the pub. I’m underage, she says.
Evie, it’s okay. Everyone goes there, and they’re pretty lax about checking ID. You don’t have to drink, I reassure her. And you’ll be with me.
Sorry. It’s illegal, she replies firmly.
I’m shocked into silence. Women like dating the captain of the hockey team, going to games and after-parties. It’s a Monarch status thing.
Are you upset because I didn’t call you earlier? I ask. Maybe she wanted reassurances after Sunday. It was her first time and I should have been more considerate afterwards.
Why would I be? It’s only been a few days, and you warned me that you were going to be busy, she replies.
I peer at her face. She doesn’t look pissed. Rationally I agree, but life usually isn’t this straightforward. And I can’t read her moods yet.
Then why are you avoiding me? I ask directly.
I’m not avoiding you. I can meet you after you’re done at the pub on Saturday, she offers.
Where? I ask.
Um, your room? Her voice cracks like the awkward Evie I know, and I exhale my discomfort.
It’s like you don’t want to be seen in public with me, I tease.
She giggles. I’m sure that would be a first.
While it’s frustrating not be able to see Evie sooner, we’ll be able to relax more when all my games are done for the weekend.
So…are you still sore? I ask.
Sore? Oh. Her cheeks flush, and she looks down. No, I’m fine now.
Are you sure? I could kiss it and make it better, I offer.
The corners of her pink lips turn up. Maybe I am a bit sore.
Well, I’ll take care of you on Saturday.
Now her eyes meet mine, and they’re greener now. I’m really looking forward to…that. She can’t even say the words.
I harden my tone. Then tell me. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you on Saturday night.
Oh. She breathes deeply, and I watch her chest rise and fall, remembering those deep pink nipples. Then she licks her lips, and I recall the feel of her tongue on my cock.
I want us to have sex again, but this time I don’t want you to hold back. You’ll go hard, like you really want. I want to see you lose control.
My brain blanks because that’s exactly what I want too, to fuck Evie hard and deep. But I swallow down that fantasy. What about you? Don’t you want to come too?
She nods vigorously. Yes, please. But I’m sure you’ll always give me pleasure.
Oh, I will. Enthusiasm like Evie’s deserves lots of orgasms.
IT’S A 7–0 BLOWOUT FOR US ON SATURDAY, WHICH MAKES UP FOR THE GAME WE LOST ON FRIDAY. Spirits are high after the game and at the pub, the boys are even rowdier than usual. Wally is the most excited because he got a shutout.
Coty slides up next to me and lifts his beer. Cheers, Zee.
We clink our drinks.
Where is she? he asks.
Who?
Your new girlfriend. Unless you were doing homework for hours in your bedroom on Sunday afternoon, which I highly doubt.
I scowl. I really don’t want to give him the satisfaction of admitting that he was right about Evie. It’s a miracle that none of my housemates saw her Sunday.
First, I hate living with the team gossip.
And second, she couldn’t come tonight. It’s all I’m going to admit.
Not coming here because it’s illegal is the craziest excuse I’ve ever heard.
Half the people in here are underage. And I’m also a little pissed.
I’d like to have her beside me right now.
I check the time and figure I’ve stayed long enough.
I’m going to head out, I tell Coty.
Salut, Zee. Then he lowers his voice. Say hi to Evie for me.
I don’t bother denying this. I walk over to Humphrey to pick up Evie. She’s not in the lobby, so I go up to her room and knock on her door.
Hey, Viktor. Evie looks so cute in her velvet top and jeans. Her soft clothes always make me want to stroke her. Hell, I’d want to touch her if she was wearing armour. You were earlier than I expected. I’m almost ready.
I walk in and close the door behind me. Her room looks like an explosion at the Etsy factory.
There are colourful fabric pennants sewn onto ribbons and hung across the ceiling.
Handmade pillows line her bed along with a knitted throw.
Woolly weavings and a tiny quilt cover the walls.
A large branch, painted silver and decorated with jewelled ornaments, is propped in a vase.
As I look around the room, I notice a bed on the opposite side with a young woman clutching her robe shut and glaring at me.
Hey, I’m Viktor, I say.
Annie. And it’s pretty late to drop in. She has a point since it’s almost midnight.
Sorry, Annie. It’s my fault for not being ready, Evie says. Let’s go.
I smile at the roommate but she only scowls back. I put a hand on Evie’s back, and we leave.
Sorry about Annie. She’s embarrassed that she had to meet you in her pjs, Evie explains.
Did you make all the decorations in your room?
Yes, Annie and I love making stuff, so we’ve been indulging our maximalist tendencies. We started a crafting club where students can get together and make things. You can either bring your own project or work on something for charity.
How many people are in this club? I ask.
Only four so far, including us. But it’s still fun.
It’s cold in the October night air, so when Evie shivers, I wrap an arm around her.
Great game tonight, she says.
Thanks. Is it selfish to say that I prefer to win a close game?
She actually considers my casual comment. Perhaps because you don’t like things that come too easy?
Like you? Refusing to come to the post-game celebration? I tease.
I practically attacked you that first night in the car. That’s hardly playing hard-to-get.
I am irresistible, I joke, still in a good mood after the win.
Only Murph is around when we get home, and he eyes Evie with confusion, since he didn’t see her at the pub. We go straight to my room.
Being alone with Evie feels like a gift.
I push her against my door and kiss her.
My lips open hers hungrily, and I taste the faint spearmint of her toothpaste.
Evie’s body goes slack against mine, a sign of her submission that intoxicates me.
I impatiently pull at her clothes, unbuttoning and unzipping, as she does the same to me, until we’re down to our underwear.
This beautiful chest, she murmurs and kisses the separation between my pecs before licking my nipples.
I inhale sharply and relax into the sensation of Evie’s delicate mouth on me.
She bends down, kissing a trail down my abs, and then deftly pulls down my briefs.
She looks up at me, our eyes locked as she plants kisses all over my hard cock.
Then she parts her pink lips and takes me inside.
She caresses my balls, exactly the way I requested last time.
Fuck. How are you so good at this already? I mutter. I close my eyes so I can feel all the warm, wet sensations. Then I open them so I can watch Evie work my cock with her mouth and hands. So fucking hot.
Finally, I brush her cheek. Stop, baby. Let’s get into bed.
My cock pops out of her mouth, and I take her hand and help her stand. She’s still in her bra and panties, a matching set in pale pink satin with black lace trim that’s the perfect Evie combination of sweet and naughty.
She lies down on the bed, and I admire the view of her dark hair around her pretty face, her dimpled navel, and those long legs.
Turn over, I request.
When she does, I unsnap her bra and reach underneath her to take a breast in each hand. I squeeze until her nipples stiffen against my palms. I push away her hair to kiss the back of her neck and her shoulders.
Oh Viktor, she breathes.
I run my hands down her back, but instead of pulling off her panties, I pull them up so her ass cheeks are exposed and the shiny fabric is tight against her pussy.
I kiss each rounded ass cheek, and then rub one finger over the satiny fabric.
She moans in response, getting louder as I bump against her clit.
Evie buries her face in a pillow and lifts her ass to give me more access. Her plump ass wriggles in the air like an invitation to be fucked, and my cock rises in response. As I rub more, a wet spot appears on the pink fabric.
Look how wet you are, naughty girl, I say.
You’re making me so wet, her muffled voice declares. I want you.
And I want her too, want to fuck her for real this time. The scent of her is making me crazy. I push my finger inside her panties, find her clit and rub it with insistent strokes.
Ahhh, she cries out, her voice choked. Her body tenses as I finger-fuck her.
I pull down her panties altogether and see that sweet pussy again.
I flip her over easily, then spread her wide so I can lick and suck her.
She was already so close that her orgasm comes quickly.
Evie’s body stiffens and her thighs tighten around my head as she comes.
I sit up, wiping off my mouth with the back of my hand.
Tell me what you want now, I demand.
She blinks up at me and whispers, I want you.
I push her hair away from her lovely face, still flushed from her climax. No, tell me exactly what you want me to do.
Evie’s eyes widen. Oh. Put your cock in me, please.
I play with her pink nipples which are erect like little erasers. I can’t resist pinching one and she gasps, Mmm, yesss.
So I pinch both of them, and Evie’s lips part as she exhales. My cock is already throbbing and pushing against her soft tummy. Do you want me to fuck you hard?
She gasps. God, yes. I want to come with your cock inside me. Please, Viktor, please.
Her shameless need is a huge turn-on. She’s the version of herself that I fantasized about, someone whose sexual desires meet my own. While I want to fuck her exactly as she wants, I have to make sure she’s comfortable.
Evie watches intently as I first apply lube all around her pussy, and then roll on a condom.
I lift both her knees until she’s wide open, then push my cock in slowly, giving her time to relax and take me.
Again, Evie feels incredible inside, tight and slick.
It’s easier this time, and I push in fully.
I stroke gently in and out, just relishing all the sensations.
How is it? I grunt.
Evie’s eyes are closed now with her hips pushing up to meet each of my strokes. Good. So good, she gasps.
I reach my thumb between us to play with her juicy little clit as I thrust into her. Evie reaches out and grasps my hips, like she wants to keep me deep inside.
I bend down to kiss her, then speed up my strokes and thrusts. Evie begins to pant and raise her body to meet mine.
Viktor…oh god, yes… She moans as she comes and her pussy ripples around my cock.
Do you still want it hard? I ask.
Evie’s eyes open wide. That wasn’t hard?
Oh, baby. You have no idea, I grunt. I pull up her leg until one ankle is resting against my shoulder.
And then I drive into her, changing up the rhythm of my strokes but making sure that I bottom out on each one.
Whenever my pelvic bone bumps her swollen clit, Evie reacts like she’s electrified—arching her body and crying out.
This round of fucking is completely different for Evie, who is a sexy mess of flailing limbs and incoherent cries of pleasure.
I stop worrying about her enjoyment since she’s begging for more.
So I just let myself fuck her mindlessly, doing whatever feels good. When I finally come, there’s a rush of intense satisfaction. I groan and fall back onto my bed before discarding the condom into the trash. It takes all my remaining energy to pull Evie into me and cover us with the duvet.
You’re staying overnight, right? I murmur, and her murmured agreement is that last thing I hear before I fall into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.