Tori turned out to be the kind of girl he couldn’t hit and forget. She became an outlet, a release from reality, his fantasy. Tori was never clingy, nor did she ever try to tie Scott down, and wouldn’t have let him even if he tried. He found that wildly sexy, which made the greedy bastard in him continue to go back for more.
It had been several weeks since their last hook up—six months they’d had whatever this thing was going on. He’d left the ball in her court, and of course, she never called. She always made him make the first move. He picked up the phone and dialed her.
“Hey pretty lady,” he said through the line.
“Hey.”
“What’s up?” he asked.
“You called me, Scott.” She let out a throaty chuckle.
“Busy?”
“I’m on a date with a guy from my algebra class,” she whispered.
“And you answered my call? Doesn’t say much for that dude.” Scott grinned in satisfaction on his end of the line.
“He sucks. I’m hiding in the bathroom, avoiding having to go back to the table. You should come rescue me from my misery.” She let out a long breath. “Hey, I gotta run…”
“Run or sneak out the window?”
She laughed. “I’ll call you later.” The line went dead.
Scott stared at the phone in his hand, and a smug grin passed across his face. She likes games, does she? Two could play at that. He took a stab and guessed she was at the coffee shop near her campus, where he knew she spent a lot of her time. He was right.
When he walked in, Tori glanced his direction, catching his eye for only a brief second. She gave the dude she was with no indication she recognized Scott. Scott strolled by her table nonchalantly, faking a double take.
“Victoria!” Scott bellowed like he had seen a long-lost friend. “Cousin Vic, is that you?” he said, pulling off his best Brooklyn accent. Thank you, Sophomore theatre class. Scott outstretched his arms, waiting for a hug.
“Scott!” She stood, smirking, playing right along with his game. “It’s been so long!” Tori flung her arms around him as her hot breath whispered in his ear. “Such a bad boy. You’re going to get punished for this.”
“I better…” he breathed.
“Scott, this is my date, Ethan.” She motioned toward the man. The poor guy looked so lost and confused. Scott grabbed his hand and shook it heartily.
“Nice to meet you,” Ethan said in more of a question than a statement, and his spine stiffened.
“How long has it been, Vic?” he asked.
“I’d say about three years,” she said without missing a beat. “How is your mother, dear Aunt Betty?”
“Oh, Mom’s had her ups and downs. Mind if I join you?” He pulled up a chair as her date opened his mouth to object, but there was no protesting Scott. Scott and Tori sat there for the next twenty minutes, carrying on conversations about false relatives, until her date finally gave up.
Scott was a gentleman and picked up the tab. It was the least he could do since he’d intentionally sabotaged the poor guy’s evening.
“You’re going to hell.” Tori fell against him in laughter.
“Oh, you know you love it.” He wiggled his brows mischievously.
“He was pretty terrible.” Tori caught her breath. “So, are we gonna do this?” Her lips curled into a sultry grin.
“Let’s go see a movie,” Scott suggested.
“So, you want a theater blow job again?” Tori licked her top lip.
“No, I want to hold your hand and share a popcorn with you.” His brown eyes looked at her deadpan serious, seeing if she’d bite.
“You’re so full of shit.” She rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Scott, you know I don’t do dates.”
“Then what was this?” He motioned to the table.
“This,” Tori grinned slyly, “was me trying to get my algebra homework done. I suck at math.” She let out a defeated sigh. “I suppose I’ll have to find one of the other guys to do it for me.”
“As I suspected.” He patted his thighs and let out a long breath. This damn girl had him right where she wanted him. “Alright, let me go take a piss before we head out, cousin Vic.” He smirked as he stood from the table.
“Don’t ever call me Vic!” she hollered behind her.
Scott sighed in relief as two beers emptied into a stream in the urinal. While zipping up, a hand reached up his chest. He snapped his head back, ready to deck some dude for getting too friendly, until he saw the shit-eating grin on Tori’s face.
“Holy shit, Tori! Are you out of your damn mind?”
She cackled like a crazy person. “Get in there.” She nodded toward the bathroom stall.
She is bat-shit insane. And God, he loved it.
Tori sure as hell wasn’t one for conventional fucking. The possibility of getting caught only fueled the fire in her. Their booty calls had consisted of having sex in a public park, in a dressing room at Nordstrom, and in a utility closet on her campus. She’d also jerked him off in the library on her campus, and yes, she’d blown him in a movie theatre. She kept him on his toes.
He walked over and opened the door with a rap of his fist. “After you, my lady.”
“I’ll have you know, I’m no lady.” Her brow went up into orbit as she sauntered past him into the stall.
Tori was predictable in the most unpredictable ways. Predictable as in her behavior was always the same: reckless. Unpredictable because he never knew what her wild brain would come up with next. The past eight months had honestly been the most fun he’d ever had.
He was zipping up his duffel bag when his door creaked open. He lifted his head, and Tori was creeping into his room. To say he was shocked to see her walk through his door after his graduation was a massive understatement. No visitors were allowed in Bancroft hall.
Her and her crazy games. At least I get to see her one last time, even if it gets me in a ton of trouble.
He was off to Illinois for nine weeks, followed by California for more than half a year of grueling training in hopes of making it through BUDS. He hadn’t been sure she’d show for the graduation. He’d only gotten four tickets—two went to his parents, and he’d offered one of the extra ones to Tori.
“So, you came after all?” He grinned.
“Of course. Hundreds of Navy men in uniform? Like I’d skip that.” Her mouth quirked up.
“You just missed my parents.” He tossed his bag by the door. He’d said goodbye to his folks in the rotunda, and she must have followed him to find his dorm.
“Oh, too bad.” She gave a fake pout.
He crossed his arms and snorted. He knew she’d deliberately waited for them to leave so she wouldn’t have to do the dreaded meet-the-parents charade. Not like he’d know how to introduce Tori anyway. Hey Mom and Dad, I’d like you to meet Tori. She’s the hot, little number who’s been fucking my brains out for the past eight months.
“I saw them. You look like your dad. He’s handsome. You’re gonna be super sexy when you’re old.”
“I’m not sure if I should be disgusted or flattered.” He grimaced.
“Take off that uniform, Sailor,” she ordered him with a fiery gaze, raising her eyebrow ever so slightly. That look drove him wild.
He grabbed her with a crooked smirk and threw her on top of the bed. He had no intentions of going easy on her. This would be the last time he would be with her for a long time, if not forever, and he was planning on holding back nothing. Scott ripped off her clothing, slipped on a condom, and mounted her fiercely. He grabbed her face and shoved his tongue deep into her mouth, claiming that mouth one final time.
Tori reciprocated by digging her nails into his back and nibbling on his nipple. He flinched a bit at the slight sting, and leaned back with a hearty laugh. “So that’s how you want it?” He tugged at her hair. “Ok. You asked for it.” He took her arms at the wrists and held them down on either side of her head. With one large thrust, he entered her, and her pouty lips parted as she breathed out heavily.
She fought to get on top, but there was no use. He was far too strong. After she continued to squirm a bit, he finally allowed it. It was cute when she tried to overpower him. She straddled him and rode his cock, pressing her palms on his chest, digging her nails into his pecs. They continued in this fashion of top to bottom, rolling around from the bed to the desk, and slamming against the wall.
Tori leaned back for a moment’s rest, propping up onto her elbows, panting and sweating. Her deep blue eyes bore into him as if she was going to devour him whole. That look made his cock so damn hard. He grabbed her by the waist, flipping her over, facedown, onto the bed. Scott yanked her lower, naked body half off the bed and stood between her thighs, admiring the view. For a skinny, little thing, she had an amazing backside. He watched her claw at the fabric on the sheets, yanking them off the bed in a futile effort to grab onto something.
Scott trailed his fingertips down the curve of her spine all the way to her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, exposing her back opening. A grin stretched his lips. Would she let him get away with his filthy fantasy?
What the hell. It’s worth a try.
He took two fingers and glided them into her pussy, getting them nice and wet for where he was headed. Her back arched as she screamed his name into the sheets that were now balled up underneath her. He pulled out, gliding upward, tracing the outline of her ass with his fingers that were soaking from her juice. She tensed but didn’t protest; in fact, she lifted her ass higher, inviting him to do as he pleased.
“Do it!” she said impatiently.
Oh, fuck yes. He took two fingers and shoved them in her behind. She winced at first, but as he glided his fingers in and out, she grew looser. Her cries of pain turned into surprised moans of pleasure.
“That honestly feels…” she let out a squeal, “good.”
Time to go for broke.
He took the tip of his cock and placed it there. The way she pressed against his cock told him yes. “Clench then relax, beautiful,” he instructed her. She did as he told, and his dick glided right in.
He startled gentle, gradually building the intensity, gauging her reaction. He’d never do anything to hurt her. He could tell this was a first for her, and the fact she was trusting him with something so delicate spoke more than words could ever say.
“Wow,” she breathed. Her cries told him she was enjoying it, so he ramped the pace. The headboard thumped rhythmically against the wall as the springs on the bed squeaked. Tori’s squeals grew louder, so he took her panties and shoved them inside her mouth. She may have enjoyed the possibly of getting caught, but that was the last thing he needed to happen.
Scott grabbed her ass and continued to pull her in, enjoying his view. She reached underneath herself and fingered her pussy. Her muffled screams intensified as she pleasured herself until she came. It took all his strength to draw it out as long as possible. Finally, unable to hold on any longer, he gave one large thrust as his body erupted with electricity. He shivered as he came violently inside her.
He turned her over, panting, sweating. Her hair was plastered to her face and sweat beads dripped off their bodies. They lay there, catching their breath, collapsed in a sweaty pile on top of each other from the absolute lewdness that had taken place.
After some time, she stood and dressed.
“I’ve got to go to work, and you have a long drive.” Tori slowly crept to the door. “It’s been real, Scott.” Her hand reached for the knob, pausing for a moment, but she pressed on, turning the handle.
His stomach churned watching her walk away. “Tori wait.” Wait for me. The words were right on the tip of his lips, but he couldn’t. It wasn’t fair to ask her to do that, and she wouldn’t anyway—not a girl like her. He had so much he wanted to say, but the air caught in his throat.
She released the handle and let out a shallow breath, turning to him. “I don’t do goodbyes, Scott, so don’t you dare even try.” She gave him a warm smile and pulled down her underwear from under her summer dress, gliding them into the back pocket of his jeans draped over the chair.
“I’m leaving these. You know the deal. Find me, return them, and you’ll get wildly fucked. Stay safe, Sailor.” She winked at him, blew him a kiss, and shut the door behind her.