CHAPTER 11
Ford
V’s mouth on my cock.
I don’t want this moment to end, but I’m getting closer and closer to erupting. My fingers have clenched her comforter so hard they hurt, and I’ve thought about pulling her off me once or twice so I can prolong this.
But she keeps staring at me with those baby blues while her head bobs up and down, silently begging me to let her continue. Fucking begging me to come in her mouth.
That’s exactly what she asked me for not all that long ago. We’d had a great dinner at a little out-of-the-way Italian place before heading to her house. There was not even a discussion about going back to mine because I didn’t want her to have to worry about Daisy and Butch.
While I can’t say the dogs have grown on me all that much in my limited interaction with them on Sunday, Viveka has very much grown on me. When I’m invested in a woman, I’m all in.
Didn’t know we’d escalate so fast with me sitting on the edge of her bed while she kneels between my knees to suck me off. I was blindsided actually.
She doted on the dogs. They were happy to see her when we walked in. We chatted while she let them out into her small fenced-in yard to go to the bathroom and fixed their dinner. I filled her in on how Leary and Reeve met while the dogs ate. I told her a little bit about the eccentric senior partner at our firm, Midge Payne, while the dogs went back outside for another potty break.
But when they came in and happily went into the living room to curl up on the couch, Viveka made her move. Stepped right up to me in the kitchen and wrapped her hand around my tie, which was still tight around my neck. She gave a playful tug and went to her tiptoes so she could look me in the eyes.
She licked her lower lip and said, “Ford… I want to suck your cock, and I want you to come in my mouth.”
I wasn’t even finished letting out a groan before I was kissing her hard.
We somehow ended up in her bedroom with the door shut. I vaguely remember the dogs whining, but once Viveka started working at my belt, my attention was focused solely on her.
She got my cock out and started jacking it while we kissed, using her other hand to work my pants and briefs down past my hips. I was pushed to sit back on the edge of the bed, and then Viveka was doing that move that all men love to see.
She started dropping to her knees.
“Wait,” I ordered, and she froze. “Put that hair up… I don’t want it obstructing my view.”
Wearing a seductively sexy smile, she wrapped it all up on top of her head, tucking the end under in such a way it magically stayed up there.
“Unbutton your blouse,” I demanded.
She complied. When she got it open just enough I could see the edge of her lace bra and the swells of her breast, I had her stop.
My last request caused her breath to hitch and those tits to start heaving. “Hike your skirt up around your waist. Put your hand down your panties to play with yourself.”
Viveka didn’t hesitate.
And now she’s kneeling between my legs, sucking me hard and playing with herself at the same time. Tiny mewling noises tickle the head of my cock when it hits the back of her throat. Her breathing is as rough and labored as mine. I can’t see the exact details since she’s bent over me, but I can tell her hand is moving fast between her legs.
She’s close.
Oh so close to coming, and that knowledge gives me some measure of control over my own impending orgasm. I open a curled fist, move my arm out, and flatten my palm on the mattress so I can lean to the side for a better view. I can only see the curve of bare ass—she must be wearing a thong. The gray material of her skirt is bunched up and hiding the actual goods, her entire arm jerking as she fingers herself.
Christ, that’s hot.
“Come on, V,” I urge in a low, rough voice. “Get yourself off, baby.”
Her head rises, my cock dislodging from her mouth. She sets back on her haunches, giving me a clear view of her hand disappearing into her panties as she furiously works at her clit. The muscles in her neck strain and her hips punch upward as she starts to come. Her entire body seems to tremble. The sound she makes is otherworldly, and I stare in fascination as she orgasms really fucking hard.
It takes her a moment for her eyes to open back up and focus on me, her chest still heaving from the exertion of what she did to herself. She gives me a lopsided grin before her eyes drop down to my cock.
“Got sidetracked,” she murmurs before she closes her mouth over me again.
Immediately, the pressure starts to cause my balls to ache. It’s a testament to how much watching Viveka come just now turned me on. Those few seconds she wasn’t sucking my cock did nothing to cool me off.
“Feels so fucking good,” I praise softly, letting my hands come to the side of her head. I pet her gently while she blows me.
Viveka nudges her head to the right, almost like a cat demanding attention. She pushes into my hand a little harder, and my fingers reflexively squeeze until I’m holding fistfuls of her hair. She nudges into me again, making a tiny sound of need.
I react without thinking, using my grip on her hair to move her on my cock. She gives a tiny hum of approval as I pull her up and push her back down, moving her no deeper than what she was giving me but taking over the effort for her.
“You like me fucking your mouth?” I ask.
She grunts, and I take that as a yes. There’s no controlling my hips. They punch upward as I push her back down, and I wince as she makes a tiny gagging sound. My grip on her relaxes, but she gives a shake of her head.
I hold her still, forcing her to look at me. Her jaw is stretched wide, mouth still stuffed with my cock as she stares up at me.
“Do you want me to fuck your mouth?” I ask, so there is no mistaking what she wants.
Her eyes practically sizzle as she nods, more humming noises of assent tickling the head of my dick as it lays on her tongue.
“Fuck,” I mutter hoarsely. It’s on.
I stand up from the bed. V’s forced to raise up on her knees by the hold I have on her head. She moans all around my cock as I hold her in place. I don’t move for a scant second.
I stare down at her as she gazes up at me with trusting eyes. Begging me to have my way with her.
“Mmm,” I moan, pulling out of her very slowly. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, and my knees almost buckle.
“Hold on, Veka,” I murmur. “This might get rough, but I won’t hold on too tight, okay?”
I get a slight nod.
I ease back into her mouth, testing how far I can go before it’s too much for her. The fat, mushroomed head of my cock can breach the opening of her throat without too much of a gag.
“Swallow next time,” I say as I pull out.
I push in slowly again, and she does exactly as I instruct. It pulls the head into the top of her throat, contracting tight around me. Her eyes widen with the knowledge she didn’t gag.
I smile. “That’s right. I think your throat can take me, V.”
She responds by bringing her hands to my ass and digging her fingernails in.
“Shit,” I bark out, thinking she just drew blood.
But her demand is clear.
She’s willing to take whatever I want to give her.
Admittedly, I hold back. I’ve had some women who want to choke, slobber, and cry all over my dick. Had a few who could take me all the way down their throat without even breaking a sweat. But I’m not going there with Viveka.
Not yet, anyway.
But I do give it to her rough, fucking her mouth. She’s a natural, learning how to push away panic by breathing in through her nose. I set up an easy enough pace that she can swallow me every time I thrust in. Each time, I go a little deeper.
She sucks a little harder.
I get a little closer.
When she brings a hand to my balls and gives them a squeeze, my orgasm starts racing toward me. Viveka’s eyes lock with mine as I thrust in and out of that perfect mouth, and I know I’ve never had better than this. Her eyes seem to beg me to give myself over to her, so with a last hard push that goes only deep enough to touch the back of her tongue, I start to come.
She swallows and pushes herself onto me a bit more.
Swallows again and my head disappears down her throat.
Another jolt of pleasure slams through me, harder than the first. My hands grip her head hard, holding her still. I shudder and unload, leaving nothing behind.
She leaves nothing behind, sucking me dry and then licking me clean.
After pulling her off the floor, I lift her up into my arms. I turn and lay her on the bed, then prostrate myself right beside her. She’s still fully clothed, although her shirt gapes open and her skirt is still hiked up. I’m still dressed too except for my pants around my waist and my wet dick resting on my stomach.
My head rolls to see she’s staring at me. I give her a smile.
“Did I do okay?” she asks hesitantly.
“Jesus fuck, Viveka,” I groan as I roll toward her. I wrap my arms around her, and then pull her into my chest. “That was the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had in my entire life. In fact, I’m thinking it was the best fucking blow job any man has ever had in his entire life.”
Her body shakes with laughter but then she pushes back from me. Our faces are inches apart and yet I see her more clearly than ever before.
I don’t think two months is going to be quite long enough with this woman.
♦
We catch our breaths.
We cuddle.
I grab us some bottled water, and Viveka changes into a t-shirt and new panties.
I strip naked because I’m going to fuck her again before we go to sleep, and I might as well make things easier.
Climbing back into bed, Viveka turns on the TV. We watch the news for a little bit. Not surprisingly, our political leanings are the same so there’s not much for us to debate.
I’m feeling mellow, relaxed, and as always around this fascinating woman, filled with a million questions about her. She’s complex with many layers, and it will take me quite a while to get through them all.
“You mentioned you didn’t know your father growing up, but inferred you did later,” I say, and she immediately grabs the remote to mute the TV.
We’re both leaning up against the headboard, but she rolls slightly to face me. “Yeah… he wasn’t in my life growing up. He was a photographer and had done some work with my mother. Got her pregnant, but he had a wife and kids and wasn’t about to leave them for her. She pretty much raised me on her own.”
“Pretty much?” I ask.
“We stayed with her parents for a few years when she was having a hard time finding work.”
Her words sound dispassionate, almost like she’s reading from a textbook. “You didn’t have a good relationship with them?”
She shrugs. “They were strict and a little standoffish. My mother left home when she was sixteen. They never forgave her for it, especially when she showed back up years later unmarried and with a kid. They never quite warmed up to me.”
Fuck if that doesn’t make me hurt for her. I have a really close-knit family.
“What about your father?” I ask, moving away from her grandparents as it’s clear there’s not much there.
“I finally made my mother give me his name. By ‘made,’ I mean I gave her some money for the information. It was soon after I was emancipated and still had some income coming in. But I never did reach out to him, not until after I graduated college.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know,” she says lightly. “I guess because I didn’t need a father. He was more of a curiosity. That’s all he ever was.”
“What happened when you finally did?”
Viveka smiles and pushes up to an elbow. “Nothing happened. He just wasn’t all that interested. His kids were grown and out of the house, but he was still married to the same woman. He didn’t want to rock the boat with his family. We made loose promises to stay in touch via email and such, but neither ever reached out to the other after that one and only phone call.”
“That’s… just… sad,” is all I can manage to say.
“Only to someone who probably had a great relationship with their own father,” she reasons. “But I never felt as if I lacked something. I mean… I didn’t even have a great mother figure. I sort of raised myself, you know. And I think I turned out okay.”
“You turned out marvelously,” I tell her, not even trying to hide the respect in my voice. “I’m still not sure how someone as caring, generous, and humble figured that all out on her own.”
“I had some good role models in the modeling industry. Before then, I had some good teachers who took an interest in me.”
Reaching a hand up, I wrap it around the side of her neck and give a squeeze. “I think you’re pretty incredible, V.”
Her cheeks get pink, and her eyes dip away from mine. I give her another squeeze, so she brings her gaze back to me.
“Really, really incredible,” I reiterate.
More blushing, but then she narrows her eyes as if doubting my compliments. “Does this have anything to do with that stellar blow job I gave you?”
I snort and pull her into me hard, my hand going down to slap her ass for saying such a thing. It was a fucking fantastic blow job. There’s not much I wouldn’t do to get another one like it in the future, but shame on her for even asking that.
“I’m glad that stupid pecker took up residence in Drake’s pine tree,” I reassure her as my hand goes to soothe her stinging butt cheek from my slap. “And now… my pecker would like to take up residence in you.”
“Mmm,” she murmurs, pressing her lips to my throat. “Get your pecker to nesting, baby. The roost is ready.”
Both of us start laughing over our pecker jokes.
Then more jokes start coming.
It’s… fun. Lying in bed and laughing.
It’s not something I recall doing before. I flip through various women, giving a little bit longer thought to Leary.
No.
None of them.
Sex for sure.
Cuddling, of course.
Chatting before we fell asleep.
All of that.
Never laughter, though.