Chapter Twenty-Seven - Victoria
I don’t even have to answer because we both know we belong together. It was so obvious ten years ago when we first met back in college. That night under the trees. The day after, when he showed up outside my class. It was all so perfect before Lucio came back and did his damage. But what would it cost me to give in again? Really? What would it cost me to let him back in? To let us be together? To trust him?
If it doesn’t work out, maybe a broken heart. But they say it’s better to love and lose than never to love at all. And even though I never believed that, I want to believe that.
“I think,” I say softly. He smiles down at me like I am the only person in the world. Like we are the only two people in the whole world. “I think I know what you need too.”
I might lose this bet. It might be great for a year, or two, or ten. And then it might all go to shit. But I’d have that year, or two, or ten to hold in my heart. Years we’d probably be very happy.
“All I need is you, Miss Arias. I fell in love with you so long ago. And the only thing I want back is your trust. Just give in a little. Just let me guide you through life, Victoria. When you let me take control you get to think less, worry less, panic less.”
“I don’t know if I want that, Weston. I really don’t. I feel like I do a good job most of the time. I don’t want to be an extension of you. I want to be your partner.”
My blouse falls open and his lips find my nipple. His fingers find the other one and he sucks and squeezes, sending my mind into that floaty existence that comes with lust. His mouth is on my mouth, kissing gently at first, then he takes my lip between his teeth and bites with just the slightest bit of pressure.
“You have it all backwards. Giving in to me has nothing to do with losing yourself. Giving in to me just makes us flow. Like a river, Victoria. With no rocks in the way. No bends to wind around. No cliffs to fall over. I’m pretty good at success, you know. I’ve done pretty good so far. Just trust me. And just start doing that right now. Let me take control here. Let me show how I know what you want… what you need.”
God, my whole body is tingling from these words. I’ve never heard him talk this way. Maybe he’s not the guy I thought he was? I have been wrong about so many things.
“Say it, Tori. Say you’ll give in.”
He positions his body on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my bare stomach. One hand hikes my skirt up, grabs my leg under my knee, and he pulls it out from under him, exposing my pussy to his pressure. I close my eyes and moan as his hips begin to grind against me.
“Say it,” he croons in my ear as he props himself up on top of me.
I open my other leg, spread myself for him, grant him full access.
His mouth dips down to nibble on my neck and I can’t help it, I grab his muscled shoulders and dig my nails into his skin.
“Wild girl,” he says in my ear. “I know you’re a wild girl. Let me show you how wild we can be together.”
“Oh, God,” I moan.
“Just say OK,” he whispers softly. So softly it makes my nipples peak and my pussy wet. “Tell me to take control and we’ll try things my way for once. You won’t know if you like it until you try.”
I don’t think I could say no, even if I wanted to. And right now, I really don’t want to. “OK,” I say.
“OK, what?” he asks, his voice less soft now. Rumbly. Fierce. “I what to hear you say it.”
“OK, you’re in control.”
He’s got his hands wrapped around my wrists and my arms above my head before I can even think.
“West—”
“Shhh,” he says. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m not trying to scare you. I just want you to you explore this new way with me.”
New way? I think I know what that means, but I don’t really think I know what he means. Weston Conrad has always been gentle with me. Like I’m something he might break. We don’t do rough sex. Not really. That sex against the wall yesterday was about as rough as we do it. Bending me over the back of a couch. I like that. But we don’t do anything really rough. Is that what he wants?
He’s straddling me now. His hands leave my wrists, but he says, “Leave them there,” just as I think of regaining some control by touching him back. “Don’t. Move.”
It’s not mean. He’s not rough, either. I’m not scared.
I try to breathe deeply as he stands up, his feet planted between my legs, and begins to unbutton his shirt. He smiles at me the whole time. And then his fingers nimbly undo his pants and he pulls them down. They get kicked off to the side and he kneels, his long cock all hard and thick, resting right at the entrance to my pussy.
“God, I want you,” I say. “I want you inside me.”
“I want you too,” he says, moving forward until his dick is positioned in front of my face. “But I want to be inside your mouth first. I want you to suck my cock like you missed it, Miss Arias.”
“Can I use my hands?” I ask, so unsure of what he’s after.
He closes his eyes and moans. “Fuck. Keep asking me for permission like that, Tori, and I’ll come on your face right now. My answer is no. Now open your mouth and suck my cock like you’ve been dreaming about it for three years.”
I feel a gush of wetness between my legs as he tells me these things. Do I like it his way?
“I don’t like to ask twice, Victoria.”
He says my name like he’s talking business. Like the negotiations are over and it’s time to sign the contract.
I open and he moves forward, his hands planted on the blanket on either side of my head. I feel the smooth tip first and swipe my tongue around it in a little circle.
“Keep your eyes open,” he says, using that same even tone that makes it sound like a command. “I want you to look me in the eyes as you suck my cock.”
I have to tip my head back some in order to meet his gaze because he’s leaning forward, and as I do that, his fingers find my throat.
They don’t squeeze, but it startles me.
“Trust me,” he says.
I can’t talk back because he sinks his cock into my mouth a little deeper, pressing my tongue flat and opening up my throat.
I’ve sucked his dick plenty of times. I can take him about halfway on a good day. But I know he’s already there and I know he’s not going to let that be where he stops.
I seal my lips around his shaft, sucking on him like nothing in the world tastes better than his dick. His eyes begin to close, but he catches himself and smiles.
My head begins to bob with his rocking hips and it turns me on to think of what he’s doing. Face-fucking me. God, I want more of this. I cannot believe I’m so turned on. Am I supposed to be turned on? Am I supposed to like this? Or am I supposed to hate it and just do it because he tells me to?
“Tori,” he says. “Eyes on me.”
I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes. And I find it very difficult to hold his gaze while I suck him off.
“You’re so pretty,” he says, fingers sweeping under my hair. “Your lips look so pretty wrapped around my cock.”
I moan and close my eyes again. But he fists my hair, pulling it just enough to get my attention back where it belongs. On him.
“I want to come down your throat, Miss Arias. I want you to open wide and let me stick my cock deep inside your throat so I can make you swallow me. Make you choke on my come.”
Again, I’m surprised at how calm he is. How soothing his words are. Even though his words are filthy, he’s says them like they’re sweet.
I’m even more surprised at how calm I am.
He’s deep, deep inside me. His hips are still rocking. Not hard and fast, but slowly. Way too slowly.
“Take one hand down,” he says. “And put it between your legs.”
I do it. Immediately. But my arms aren’t long enough to reach around his body and find my clit. I moan in frustration as I wriggle to change position.
Weston Conrad smiles at my struggle. And then he thrusts forward one more time, grabs my hair, pulling hard, and comes inside my mouth.
“Swallow,” he growls, fighting to keep eye contact with me. “Swallow or I’ll never let you come tonight.”
I’m practically choking on his semen, and lots of it drips out of my mouth and down my chin.
But I do as I’m told. I swallow as much of him as I can.