Chapter Eleven #2
After living with Vik for the past few days and seeing the cold shoulder he gives our parents, I know it was him. He snuck out late at night because he couldn’t stand being here, taking any chance he could to escape until he finally moved out for good.
I took most of my things with me when I moved out, so there isn’t really anything left from when this room was mine. The bright pink bedspread has been replaced with something neutral. The walls no longer display pictures of cute boys or whatever celebrity happened to be popular at the time.
Still, I can picture it exactly as it was. The good—lying on the rug with my friends, swooning over the football captain. Rummaging through the cupboard for thirty minutes trying to find the perfect outfit for school. Tearing open my acceptance letter to New York University.
But with all the good comes the bad. Trent Brown breaking my heart on the edge of the mattress because he’d rather make out with the cheer captain.
Cracking under the pressure of studying and trying to make my parents proud.
Countless nights spent weeping instead of sleeping as the nightmares flooded back.
Maybe that’s one of the reasons I came to love living with Vik, sad as it sounds. It’s become my new home. A place to forget the past and build a better future for myself.
A fresh start after life dealt me a pretty terrible hand.
“Crazy, isn’t it?” I ask, more to myself than Vik.
Though this was supposed to be a trip down memory lane for both of us, he seems more interested in staying by my side.
I won’t complain. Reliving these memories with someone, even if there aren’t many either of us share, is better than doing it alone.
“Feels like a lifetime ago.”
I walk over to my bed.
“It does.” Vik comes in behind me, and pulls the door shut.
His agreement surprises me. Not the words necessarily, more hearing him speak. He’s been so quiet all day, and now he almost sounds relieved. Maybe it’s because we’re separated from the rest of the family. But something tells me I should've been more concerned about him closing the door...
“God, I was such an idiot back then,” he says.
“What’s that supposed to mea—” I start to turn around, but Vik’s a lot closer than I realize. Rather than letting me spin, he moves one hand up the side of my body and slides it over my mouth. The other finds its way to the bottom of my skirt, teasing it higher.
He yanks me back, holding me firmly against his body. If I needed any more confirmation of what’s about to happen, his hard cock pressing against my back removes the need.
I mutter against his palm, but nothing that sounds like words comes out. They’re garbled noises, and I am powerless against his grip.
“I told you, Hannah, my time comes with a price,” Vik whispers against my head. “And it’s time to pay the piper.”
I speak again, but it’s the same result.
I’d be lying if I said I was trying to stop him.
My body has betrayed me too many times to insist on something so silly.
But still, I make a feeble attempt to get Vik to see reason.
Our parents are outside the house, and they could come back in at any moment.
“It would have been so easy to sneak in here when we were teenagers.” He hoists my skirt up, and his shaft instantly finds its way to rest against my ass, teasing me through his pants. “I could have had it all back then. Didn’t fucking realize it.”
Maybe that’s why he’s doing it. The thrill, excitement and danger of being caught. Messing with me, knowing I don’t want anyone to know about us. Or maybe just the satisfaction of splitting his little stepsister in two, when our parents can’t say a damn thing about it.
If that is Vik’s reason for doing this in the most devious of manners, I’m loath to admit it’s working for me, too.
“Would you have let me, I wonder?” he continues, guiding me onto the bed. I press my palms into the mattress, assuming the standing doggy position.
He throbs through his pants, his cock flexing with every word that comes from his lips.
“Or would I have had to do it while you were asleep? Slip beneath the sheets while you were out cold?”
Pleased with my position, Vik unzips. He jams his hand through the hole in his trousers and reaches inside, before removing his erection from its housing. The girthy mass slams against my butt like a hammer.
“I’d have been nervous then.” His veiny cock flexes against my skin. “I’d start slow, testing the waters.” He presses his tip against my pussy and grunts with satisfaction.
My arousal betrays any desire to stop him. The way Vik drags his length through my slickness confirms it. He’s lubing himself for what’s about to happen.
“I’d touch your breasts while I stroked my dick,” he says, mimicking the sentence in real time. He glides his hand back and forth, before he slots it in position at my entrance. “Taking days, maybe weeks to build up the courage to slide your panties down.”
The combination of his touch, and the words coming out of his mouth drive me crazy.
A knot forms in my stomach and soft moans leak out against his palm.
I’m overwhelmed, excited and scared, all at once.
I want to take this back to his place, but am too eager to stop. I want what he’s denied me all week.
In the rush of emotions bubbling through me, I can’t help but feel a little ashamed.
Some of it comes from the excitement of what’s happening but it’s mostly from how weak I am against my own urges.
Deep down I know where this leads. To him using me however he pleases, before going about the rest of his day as if nothing happened.
I’m a puppet in whatever game he wants to play, and I don’t have the power to stop it.
I don’t want to stop it.
“You were a heavy sleeper back then, too,” he says. “Would you have woken up to my fingers?”
He drives his hips forward, and the tip of his cock wedges against my walls. He clamps down harder against my mouth to stop any sound from escaping.
“To the furious stroking at your side?” The hand that held his cock, moves to my hip and he digs in. “Or would it have taken my cock plunging into your pussy to rouse you from sleep?”
Vik pulls my body back and drives his hips forward at the same time, slamming his full length inside me in one swift motion. I bite into his palm to stop myself from screaming. He manages to hold it together despite the pleasure and the pain, letting only a growl rumble out of his chest.
My arms buckle and I fall forward, driving my hips back and swallowing his cock in a hard thrust. He keeps me there, pinned to the bed, while his hips roll, grinding deep inside me.
He grabs one of my arms and puts it behind my back.
He does the same to the other, locking both wrists in one of his enormous hands.
He uses this grip as leverage to pull me into every thrust. He yanks me back before slamming into me again.
His hand traps my mouth and is the only reason I’m not going to be left with burns from grinding against the blanket.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he says.
Every hole on Planet Earth would be tight to him, but hearing him say it excites me more than it should. The thought of suffocating the pleasure out of his dick sends giddy shivers up my spine.
My fears melt away as he continues pounding me.
The sound of meat slapping together, which moments ago terrified me, becomes the rhythm of our passion, enhancing the mood.
Moans I’d been fighting since the start spill freely, as I know his hand will keep them from traveling too far.
Any doubts I had about taking this step vanish behind the haze of elation his cock brings.
But, given the circumstances, I know it will have to end sooner, rather than later. Vik picks up the pace, and it comes with strained sounds.
“I’m gonna come,” he says in a rough whisper. “Fill you up with my seed.”
I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to.
Good thing I don’t want to.
I’m certain he’d roar, if we weren’t in my childhood bedroom. A sound so fierce, it would reach all the way down the street. But the sound that leaves his lips as hot, sticky ropes of his cum spill into me is a choked, muted garble.
Satisfied, Vik slides his length out of me, and adjusts my panties back into place. He lowers my skirt and falls onto the bed next to me, panting, spent and exhausted. I crawl into his side, swinging one arm around his belly, and hold onto him.
“That was…” I can’t think of the perfect word to describe what’s happening inside me. Beneath the mind-blowing enjoyment, my emotions haven’t had a chance to catch up to my brain.
But there’s one thing I’m damn sure about after this, and I don’t care if it goes against everything I’ve said to myself so far. I don’t want this to stop. I love the way he felt inside me. His cock quivering and twitching erratically on the verge of release.
We’ve barely finished and I want him again. I want the sting of his size and the ache of his pleasure. I want to see his face next time. Watch the expressions of bliss and agony consume him, the way they do me.
In the bliss of this aftermath, my wants are clear.
I regret nothing.