Chasing Vivi(49)

"Do I look like I pity you? I empathize with you, but not pity you. My  gosh, to go through that and then to live locked in silence, where you  couldn't explain your feelings to anyone must've been torture."

"I don't really remember it."

"I can understand why you wanted to get drunk to tell me. But, I want  you to understand something. I'm not the kind of person who'd ever use  this type of information against you nor would I ever judge you for it."

"I never thought you would. I didn't tell you for a different reason."

I wait, but he says nothing.

Cupping his cheeks, I ask, "Because why?"         

     



 

"It strips me of everything and leaves me vulnerable. I hate feeling like that."

Ah, this again.

"You're safe with me. I'm the Little Wolf, not the big bad one. I'm not going to hurt you."

His hands sink into my hair. "You're like a song. When I first saw you, I  heard a few lines, but then each time, more notes were added until now I  have a complex melody. And it gets better every day."

I think I like this guy standing in front of me. "I want to hear your song."

"I'm not sure how you can't. You're creating it." Then he kisses me and while he does, he stands and picks me up.

His mouth tastes like mint-flavored orange juice and I murmur against it, "I have pancakes."

"Will they keep?"

"Uh-huh."

"Good. Because I have something a little harder than pancakes. It's been  extremely patient, but right now, it's dying to get to know you better.  You okay with that?"

"It's about time. I was starting to think you were a monk or something."

"I've certainly been living the life of one ever since you entered the picture."

I have to admit, it makes me happy as hell to hear that.

When we get to the bedroom, he says, "Remind me to tell you how to work  the blinds in here. When I woke up this morning, my corneas almost got  singed."

He opens his eyes in such a comical fashion, they remind me of a cartoon. "It's because you were hungover."

"Vivi, I have room darkening shades in here. Look at all the glass. It's like we're right next to a solar flare."

While he's talking, he's pulling up the shirt I'm wearing. I have no bra  on, only a thong. When he takes it off me, I stand in front of him  basically naked and I get an instant case of nerves.

"In a million years, I never thought  …  oh, I fantasized, but never even  came close to this." His throat bobs as he swallows. It must be a good  thing. His hands reach for the hem of his shirt and he strips it off,  baring a gorgeous torso. Muscles ripple with every move and I curl my  fingers in, because they itch to touch him.

"Your arm?"

"Is fine. See?" I raise and lower. "The splint keeps it from moving the wrong way."

He hooks his thumbs in his boxers and slides them past his hips. I stare  at his erection as it springs free. The long, thick, shaft begs to be  touched, but my shyness keeps me from doing it. It's a pretty dick. Pink  and lovely shaped, with a slight tilt to the left.

"Well? Does it pass inspection?" he asks, a playful note in his voice.

"It'll do, I suppose." I do my best to suppress my laugh.

"Since it's the only one I have, I hope so."

With an unexpected move, he tosses me on the bed and is between my  thighs, pulling off my thong. He's smooth, experienced, unlike me, as a  wave of shyness washes over me.

I cover my face with my arm and he says, "None of that. I want to see and hear you when you come."

A surge of bravery hits me. "How do you know I'll come?"

"Everyone has a unique talent. Your brain is yours. You're brilliant, Vivi. Mine is eating pussy. You'll be thanking me later."

His cocky smile disappears between my legs and less than a minute later,  I'm convinced he's right. I hate to think how he became this  experienced, so I refuse to let my mind go there. Instead, I focus on  what his tongue and fingers are doing down below. And that is sending me  into a world of happygasms. At one point I may have told him to insure  his tongue for a billion dollars, because that thing knows how to please  a woman. It swirls, vibrates, and I swear to God has a battery in it  the way it tickles my clit. Add to that, his fingers press on my G-spot  as if they were magnetized to it.

My legs drape over his shoulders as he tongues me over and over, while  his long fingers thrust inside of me. Then he suddenly flips me on my  stomach and wedges a pillow under my hips. He still buries his tongue in  my slit, licking and licking, driving me off the edge as his fingers  thrust and one manages to slip inside my back door. This is a complete  surprise to me and I jerk in response. His hand presses down on the  small of my back, holding me steady while he slowly, slowly moves in and  out. In a burst of pleasure, I cry out my orgasm.

Is this three or four now? And when will he stop? I don't care because I'm in this for the long haul.

When he finally surfaces for air, he declares I have the sweetest cunt  in the world. That's a word I've never cared for, but when he says it,  my cunt twitches for more of his filthy mouth.         

     



 

"What time is it?" I ask.

"Um"-he looks at the nightstand-"eleven. Why?"

"Is it too early for a drink? I need alcohol after that."

"You'll really need it after I fuck that sass out of you."

"That wasn't sass. I've just never had a man's finger up my, you know."

"Ass. You can say ass, Vivi. And that's not all I'm going to put up there."

Jesus. I swallow.

Now I need a shot on top of that drink. "Yeah?"

He latches on to my nipple and bites it. I squeak. "Yeah," he says after letting go. This is going to be quite a day."

"Okay. It's a good thing we don't have plans."

Then his eyes widen in alarm. "Fuck. I almost forgot. We have the company Christmas party tonight!"

"We?"

"Yes. You're going as my date. You're an employee of Whitworth now, remember?"

Sitting up, straight as a board, I say, "Whoa, doggie. Don't you think it would look bad if I went? As your date, I mean?"

"Absolutely not. You're going, whether you want to or not." He reaches  over and pulls something out of his drawer. Then he sits back and rolls a  condom on his dick. I'm in shock that he thinks this discussion is  over.

"What time?"

He smiles wickedly. "Time to fuck this deliciously slick pussy." And he  lifts my hips, puts his palms under my ass so he can grab my cheeks, and  slides right on into home. The cliché is old but works for me, because  it feels as though he belongs here. I stare at his corded abs, the way  they ripple with each of his thrusts, and my belly tightens. His lids  drop to half-mast as his thighs flex, but watching his mouth and the way  his teeth bite into his lower lip is the kicker. One of his fingers  reaches for my clit, rubbing it as the buildup begins again. The  pressure is so tight I know it won't be long, and it makes me wonder how  he'll be able to hold out. My hand reaches for my nipple and he groans  as he watches me tug and pinch it.

He picks up his tempo, moving faster and harder, and the throbbing in my  pussy, the ache that needs satisfying, grows. The buildup is at its  peak and I'm going to come.

When I do, it's like the oxygen disappears. The pulsations go on and on  until I want to scream for them to stop. So much, too much, almost.

He leans forward. "You may think that pussy is yours, but I have news  for you. I own it now. It belongs to me. Every single bit of it."

He's right, so there's no point in arguing with him. He flips me back on  my stomach, and, to my surprise, slips inside of me, fucking me again.  Only this time, he lubes up his finger in my own wetness and pushes it  in my backside. This is an altogether different sensation for me. It's  more shocking than before, much fuller, but also pretty fucking  extraordinary.

"Vivi, rub your clit. Get yourself off."

I'm not sure I need it, but I do anyway. Every time he moves his finger, I nearly orgasm, until finally, I do.

What the hell did he just do to me? The combination of the finger thing  and fucking was amazing. Then I realize I've been preoccupied with all  my orgasms, but did he even come yet? How does he hold back?

He puts me on top and I'm straddling the pony.

"Ride me." He grabs the tops of my thighs with his large hands and  spreads my pussy lips. With his thumb he plays with my now  over-sensitive clit.

"Ahh," I cry out.

"Yeah, that's good. Put your hand on my chest for leverage."

Up and down, I ride him slow, and he meets me roughly with rocking hips.  I reach behind me and grab his balls, then press the ridge behind them,  massaging it.

He groans and tells me "more" and "harder." I keep it up until he grits  out that he's going to bust it. With one arm thrown over his head, he  surges into me, and his abs tighten as he climaxes. Then that arm comes  up and grabs my hair as me jerks me forward for a brutal kiss. He  ravages my mouth, sinking his teeth into my lip, not quite breaking the  skin, but making it sting until I suck my breath in.