victoria

 

 

“Good night, Ashley. Sleep well, ok? And make sure you call me in the morning,” Victoria said to Ashley before closing the door behind her. She waited until she heard Ashley lock the door, and then she headed to the elevator.

With each step, her heart beat a little faster, a little louder. Bradley was waiting for her downstairs, ready to take her home and make her his.

She emerged from the elevator and made her way to his car. She hadn’t been this nervous in a while, and she didn’t know why he had this effect on her. It had been a while since she slept with someone new, but she figured she must have felt similar nervous excitement before her first time with all of them.

Opening the car door and slipping into the cool leather seat, she felt all the excitement rush to her head at once, and looked at him with sparkling eyes.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes, let’s go,” she said, and turned to look at the road. Her mind went blank and she was having trouble coming up with a topic of conversation. She was relieved when he broke the silence.

“So, were you surprised to see where I work?”

She didn’t expect him to bring that up so soon.

“Well, you said you were an actor, so I assumed you were inviting me to a play or something like that.”

He chuckled.

“Does it bother you a bit?”

She had to ponder her answer for a while. She had to think this through. If she had been considering him for a serious relationship, then it might have bothered her and she’d have to think twice about his choice of night job. But as it was, she was just going to have a fun fling, so why should it bother her?

“No. It’s not as if we’re married or dating,” she said firmly.

“I see,” he said. “That’s good to hear.” He turned the music up and his eyes reverted to the road.

She wondered if she had upset him, and turned to look at him to search his face for clues. He didn’t look at her, but he reached his hand over and laid it over top of hers. Heat immediately rushed to her face, and she looked down. His hand covered hers so perfectly. It felt so warm and safe that for a moment she wished they had met under different circumstances and in a different time.

She pushed those thoughts from her mind. She was here for one thing and one thing only: a little bit of fun and passion. Ok, a lot of fun and passion. But that’s all.

“Hey, was everything ok back there? I don’t want to be nosy, but I saw you talking with who I guess is your manager and it didn’t look all that pleasant.”

He looked at her and then back at the road.

“It was nothing, really. I didn’t want to do any private dances, and he wasn’t happy about that. I’d really rather not, they’re not my thing. Especially when I know you’re waiting for me.” He reached over and squeezed her hand. She squeezed it back as she looked up at his profile.

She was a ball of nervous energy for the rest of the ride back to his place. They made small talk, and each time he looked at her she felt as if his eyes were piercing a hole right through her. It made her flush hot all over.

Back at his condo, they made their way upstairs from the parking lot, hand in hand, bumping against each other and trying to keep their hands off each other until they were in the privacy of his suite.

Being so close to him, she noticed how fresh and clean he smelled, and guessed he must have taken a shower back at the club before leaving. Her senses were extra sensitive, and she noticed every little detail about him – the way his hands were warm and firm, the crisp scent of his soap and cologne, the way his pupils dilated when he looked at her, and it all combined to give her a heady dose of arousal, the evidence of which she could feel between her thighs.

Entering his condo again brought back all the memories of that first night. She carefully undid the straps of her sandals and placed her purse on the side table by the door.

“Are you hungry? I have some snacks and takeout from earlier. Or would you just like a drink?”

“A drink would be great, thanks.”

She sat down on the couch while he poured two glasses of wine. He turned on some music and sat down beside her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and her whole body seemed to buzz with energy. His proximity disarmed her, and she was like a deer in headlights.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he said in a low voice.

“Me too,” she said, and smiled.

“It’s been a while since I’ve met someone I connected so well with.” He put an arm on the back of the couch behind her and ran his thumb along her neck. She yearned for it to explore more of her; the sooner the better.

“That’s nice to hear. I feel the same way. I feel so comfortable with you, to be honest. Even though –” She didn’t have a chance to finish what she was saying, because he turned her face to face his and brought his lips over hers, kissing her deeply and intensely.

Victoria kissed him back. She noticed his lips tasted like a mix of wine and gum. Sweet yet sharp. His kiss ignited a flame within her that threatened to consume her unless it was put out. She felt his lust, she felt his desire. It was contagious and she didn’t want to stop this time. She knew where it was going and she didn’t want it any other way.

“I want you so badly. I’ve wanted you ever since I first turned around in the bar and saw you,” he said into her ear.

She struggled to catch her breath. Her excitement was too much.

“Me too. I want you to take me tonight.” She couldn’t say more, because his lips were on hers again, and his hand was travelling up her thigh. She shifted her hips and opened her legs to give him better access. She felt the strength of his body on top of hers and suddenly felt the need to be possessed.

He rubbed her covered sex, and let out a slight groan.

“You’re so wet. Your panties are drenched.”

“Just for you, Bradley,” she said breathlessly. “I can’t wait to feel you, all of you.”

“First things first. I take my time,” he replied.

He reached up under her shirt and undid her bra’s clasp at the back. He lifted himself up so she can sit up and take off her top. Her cheeks flushed pink. She felt strangely vulnerable being naked in front of him, which usually wasn’t the case with past boyfriends.

His eyes lit up in the semi-darkness, and he leaned back down on top of her and whispered in her ear. “You’re so gorgeous. Perfect.”

He cupped one of her heaving breasts and sealed his lips over her stiff nipple. She shuddered with pleasure as he swirled his tongue around it, and then sucked on it, hard.

She reached down to rub his bulge and was pleased that it was rock hard, almost struggling to break out of its confines. She bit her lower lip in anticipation of what was to come.

With one hand, he expertly pulled her panties down her leg, and her whole body became hot from the feel of the fabric being slipped across her skin. She felt his fingers roam between her folds, until finally he slipped a finger into her gently.

The sensation sent her into overdrive, and she devoured his lips with an intensity and eagerness that surprised her. He continued sliding his finger in and out of her, and she thought she might lose it there and then, but she held back.

She was slick and ready for him, so she was relieved when he quickly stood and undid his pants, throwing them across the floor, followed by his boxers. He pulled his shirt over his head, and her head spun as she took in his appearance in all its muscled and masculine glory. She quickly slid her skirt off, laying herself bare, and reached for him as he laid his body across hers once again.

She breathed into his ear as he kissed her neck and weaved his fingers through her hair. His cock, hard as steel, rubbed against her thigh. He paused to pull a condom on, and with one hand holding her firmly by the waist, he guided his cock to her waiting and drenched pussy.

She held her breath as she felt the initial pressure of it against her lips, and moaned as she felt him push his cock in, stretching her and electrifying every one of her nerve endings deep within. She couldn’t get over how good he smelled, and how hot it felt to feel the weight of his body on top of hers.

Their bodies seemed to move in perfect unison, and her breathing got faster and faster. He devoured her neck as his thrusts became more intense and she couldn’t help but let out a deep moan as his fingers clenched a fistful of her hair.

He pushed himself up on his arms and his eyes flashed as he looked directly into her eyes. His eyes bore into hers and that’s when she felt it – the sense that this was exactly right, that she was in the right place with the right man.

She broke eye contact and let her eyes roam over his upper body. She loved what she saw. His hard muscles tensed as he continued sliding in and out of her with perfect rhythm, and his face had a look of fierce determination.

The heat in her pelvis started to rise more intensely, and the pleasure that had threatened to overwhelm her earlier rode over her in waves as her body clenched and convulsed in ecstasy, punctuated by her moans of absolute bliss. She felt her pussy squeeze around him again and again, and when she opened her eyes, she saw his look of self-satisfaction at having brought her that pleasure.

He leaned down and kissed her hard without letting up with his hips. He kept thrusting until her orgasms ebbed and flowed, and then he gently caressed her hair and ran his other hand up and down the side of her spent and exhausted body.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she let her body completely relax. She was conscious of the sensation of his hard shaft still within her, sliding in and out ever so slowly.

“Did you like that, sugar?” he whispered in her ear in that sexy voice of his.

She ran her hands around his muscular shoulders. “Yes, you don’t need to ask, do you? It was the best,” she told him. She smiled at him, and was very aware that they weren’t done yet.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear.” He pushed himself up on to his knees and pulled her up with him. He pulled her in close, pressing her body to his, and she felt her nipples stiffen against his hard chest as he kissed her deeply once again.

He turned her body around and she positioned herself on all fours, arching her back to entice him. Not that he needed to be enticed. She felt his hands around her hips, those strong fingers gripping her firmly as he pushed himself deep into her slowly until she was full. He cupped one of her breasts and massaged it as he began thrusting in and out of her with increased vigor, his breathing getting heavier and faster.

She couldn’t see his face, but she could tell he was close by the intensity of his thrusting. She loved the way he controlled and moved her body with so much self-assurance, yet not an ounce of selfishness. Her hair stuck to her sweaty neck and shoulders, and she twisted herself slightly to get a look at him.

He looked so big and powerful behind her, and he was devouring her body with his eyes in such a way that she knew he desired her in the most primal and basic way that a man can desire a woman.

Her every sense was magnified, and she loved being exactly where she was and doing what she was doing.

He brought his hand around to rub her clit, and the spark it lit sent her over the edge again. Her pussy clenched him and convulsed around his cock, and she could feel him throbbing and twitching as he reached his own orgasm with a low grunt and groan.

His fingers dug into her hips and he kept thrusting and pounding away until he didn’t have anything left in him. She squeezed her eyes shut as her explosive release took over her body, and only opened them once she was done, once the tingling had travelled through all her nerve endings.

It kept reverberating through her as she collapsed on the couch, with him on top of her, sucking and kissing her neck and whispering her name into her ear.

“You’re the best. I’m gonna take you again and again and again…”

“Mmmm, yes, it was great.” Her body and mind were so exhausted that she thought she might fall asleep then and there. The comfort she felt was intoxicating.

They disentangled and she turned to face him, relaxed in the soft and plush couch. He looked into her eyes and ran a thumb along her jaw and cheek, seeming to take in every inch of her face with his eyes.

He broke the silence.

“Do you want to stay over? It’s really late,” he said, obviously hoping she would say yes.

She looked at the time, and knew there was no way she wanted to make the effort to get home at such a late hour.

“Yeah, sure, you’re right. There’s no point in going home tonight,” she said.

“I’m glad to hear that. Are you hungry?” he asked, as he got up from the couch and wrapped a towel around his waist.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Ok, I’ll prepare us something. Feel free to find yourself something to wear in my closet if you want. Unless you sleep naked.” He grinned at her, and after giving her another kiss, he disappeared into the kitchen.

She went to his room to find a shirt to wear, and found herself unable to wipe her goofy smile off her face.

That was possibly the best sex of her life. Scratch that. Not possibly. Definitely.

She was pleased to see that his room was just as neat and tidy as the rest of his place. She was no neat freak, but messy and dirty spaces made her somewhat uncomfortable. It looked cozy and comfortable, with pictures and artwork lining the walls.

One picture in particular struck her. It was Bradley with a little girl who had her arms around his neck, looking up at his face with absolute devotion and a huge smile on her face. It was very sweet. She made a mental note to ask him about it later.

She wondered whether she was making the right decision by staying over. She really wanted to, yet at the same time, it filled her with an inkling of anxiety. She didn’t want to get too deep. She knew what she was there for and she had gotten it.

The smartest thing to do, she thought, would have been to get in a cab and go home to her own bed, but there was a pull that kept her there, close to him, and she quickly pulled on a large t-shirt she found and put her panties back on.

She made a quick stop in the bathroom to clean herself up and fix her hair, and joined him on the couch for a bite to eat.

They made small talk, and laughed and teased each other. A few times, he tried to venture to more personal topics, even alluding to her past relationships, but she didn’t take the bait, and she quickly changed the subject each time.

She recalled the picture she saw in his room.

“When I was changing in your room, I saw this really cute picture of you with a little girl. Who’s that? Is that a daughter you didn’t tell me about, maybe?” She hoped that teasing him would make it look like less of a nosy question, but she wasn’t sure it worked, because he wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about the question.

“No. That’s my little sister,” he said, not taking his eyes off the TV. “She’s six.”

“Oh, I see.” He didn’t seem to want to continue talking about it. “Well, it’s obvious that she adores you. You must be a really great big brother,” she said, hoping he would open up a bit.

“Yeah, I hope so.” With that, he stood up and headed back to the kitchen. “Want another glass of wine?” he called out to her.

She wondered if she had said something wrong and wanted to ask him, but decided that it was best to drop it.

“No. No more wine for me tonight. I’ll have a glass of water and I think I’ll head off to bed,” she said. She cleared her plate from the table and followed him. “But don’t feel like you have to join me right now, if you’re still watching TV.”

She stood behind him, admiring his frame as he moved to and fro in the kitchen, clearing the countertop and loading the dishwasher.

“Don’t be crazy,” he said as he turned. He put his arms around her and gave her a deep and passionate kiss. “I’m not letting you fall asleep alone.”

He grabbed her hand, led her to his room, and lay down on the bed, pulling her on top of him and caressing her hair while he placed another kiss on her lips.

“I hope you sleep well tonight. Let me know if you need anything, ok? Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks,” she said softly, and rolled off his hard and warm body. His bed was comfortable, and she looked forward to a good night’s sleep. She turned her back to him, and as he placed an arm around her, a small smile played about her lips. She hadn’t felt so at ease with someone new in a long time, yet her stomach turned as her thoughts pondered the future, a future that surely didn’t have him in it.

Sure, he was hot and sweet. But, he moonlighted as a stripper and she had her career to think about. Determined to just enjoy the moment, she pushed those thoughts from her mind. The feel of his skin against hers was both intoxicating and comforting, and she was soon asleep.