victoria

 

 

Victoria’s heart beat in tune with the clicking of her stilettos on the tiles of Bradley’s condo’s lobby. She got an eerie sense of déjà vu, the wetness between her legs bearing witness to the memories coursing through her.

She remembered the night they had shared together at his place a few weeks back, and her heart started thumping harder. Damn, she was supposed to be at his place to work on the fundraiser, not to work on raising his cock. Oh, well. She was determined to get through work before allowing herself to think of anything else, even if it killed her.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and wiped her damp palms on a napkin she found in her purse. The elevator ride up seemed to take forever. She was filled with excitement, but also a strange sense of serenity at the same time. She knew deep down that he cared for her, and it made everything a little bit sweeter.

She caught sight of her reflection in the mirrored walls of the elevator, and there was a small smile playing about her lips. She leaned in closer, so she could examine her makeup. Perfect, she thought, satisfied that she looked impeccable.

She wondered what this feeling was – it seemed to be taking over her. She thought of him throughout the day, and everything seemed to be connected to him somehow. Random people or songs reminded her of him, and always at the weirdest times.

She had new hope that somehow this could work. The only problem was her family, and her mood turned suddenly dark, as she was flush with the knowledge that her father would strongly disapprove of him because of his job.

She sighed. There was just no pleasing him. Nothing was ever good enough. Maybe she can keep Bradley a secret until he quits his job, and no one would be any wiser. Yes, that’s what she would do.

The elevator door swooshed open. She walked out with a determined step and turned right, heading for his door. She knocked and in no time at all, the door swung open. She caught her breath as his presence registered in her consciousness. She blinked.

“Hi,” she said, and stepped forward as if expecting him to step aside. He stayed rooted to the spot. With one hand, he grabbed her around the waist and brought her to him for a kiss, and with the other he slammed the door.

She couldn’t break away – she didn’t want to. Screw the fundraiser. For now. She felt terrible thinking that, but at the moment, she had some very important needs of her own to attend to.

“I missed you,” he said breathlessly, before burying his face in her neck. She let her body melt against his as his lips planted kiss after kiss on her neck and shoulders. The warmth of his strong body electrified her, and she flung her hands around his neck, wanting to pull him even closer.

“I missed you. I want you,” she said, as she rolled her head up and closed her eyes. She had spent two whole days without his touch, and it had felt like an eternity. She thought she would explode if she had to spend another hour without him. Now, they were finally together, and she could forget about everything except for him and his touch.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the couch, leaving his pants and boxers strewn across the floor. He sat down, and with a gentle tug on her arm, pulled her down until she straddled him. She felt the hardness of his cock against her, and it made her throb for him.

She couldn’t recall a time when she was this turned on for anyone. A simple graze of his hand or a certain look in his eyes could make her breathless.

She pulled off her top and he pulled her close to him, covering her lips with his and meeting her tongue with his gently, as if he was afraid of shattering it. It was such a sweet and deep kiss; she could hear nothing but their breaths and her own heartbeat.

He reached behind her and undid her bra clasp, letting her bra fall away.

“Take off your shirt,” she said with a gleam in her eyes. She wanted to feel his chest against hers; she wanted to see that solid and muscular chest. Without a word, he lifted the shirt over his head and threw it across the room. She took in his rock-hard shoulders and bulging biceps, and felt a rush of lust come over her.

He cradled one of her breasts and brought his mouth over her nipple, sucking it, licking it and nibbling on it as he kneaded the other one. Victoria’s eyes rolled back in her head and she pushed down against him. She thought she couldn’t take it anymore. She could feel his cock rubbing against her covered lips and wanted nothing more than to rip off her thong and take all of him in her.

“Take off your skirt; I want to see that ass,” he said, lightly pushing her up. She complied. She stood before him, enjoying the admiration that his gaze heaped upon her. She bit her lip as she slowly pulled her skirt down and stepped out of it.

He reached out and with an expert move, tugged down on the thong straps on each hip until it fell to the floor. She stood there, completely naked, the slight chill in the air hardening her nipples. She had never felt more accepted or beautiful than she did at that moment, and it made her feel even more for him than she already did.

The lust and desire in her took over and she once again sat astride him, letting him devour her breasts and feeling his hardness rub against her wet lips. He quickly rolled a condom on and gave her a deep kiss.

“Give it to me,” she said. He put one hand on her ass and with the other, he guided his cock to her lips. He rubbed the head against her clit, making her moan in pleasure, and then with gentle pressure, he guided himself past her lips and deep into her.

She had never felt so full. He was thick and big, and she took all of him into her. With his hands on her hips, he began sliding in and out, slowly at first, so she could feel every inch of his cock.

She looked into his eyes and couldn’t look away. Their eyes were locked to each other, until he broke the spell by grabbing her at the back of her neck and pulling her close for a kiss while increasing the speed of his thrusts. She moaned as she bounced up and down, her whole body seemingly electrified. He was so deep in her, and his thrusts so fast, that she had trouble catching her breath. It felt amazing and hot and everything she ever wanted from a lover.

She smelled his warm woodsy scent, and his stubble brushed her lips as their mouths struggled to stay locked together.

He squeezed her ass and gave it a light spank. There was mischief in his eyes, but it was a deliciously sexy kind of mischief, the kind that told you this man was as naughty as it gets.

“You’re amazing; you feel so good, princess,” he growled in his low and sexy voice as his jaw muscles clenched and unclenched. The intensity between them was tangible; it was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Fuck me, keep fucking me,” she cried out, as she felt the first waves of orgasm threatening to overpower her and send her over the edge. Her muscles tensed and squeezed around him, and the sweet flickers within began to grow and spread, until her whole pelvis felt heavy with desire.

Without saying a word, he began thrusting in and out with more intensity than ever before, while keeping one hand on her neck and the other on her hip.

She saw the animalistic lust in his eyes and lost it. The orgasm she’d been waiting for shook her core and radiated outwards, sparking her every nerve as it coursed through her body. A high pitched moan escaped her lips while he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her, continuing to slide in and out of her. Then, he groaned and went still for a moment, while still holding her tightly. He had come as well. She let herself relax in his arms and slouched deeper into his arms.

She rested her head by the crook of his neck, happily breathing in his scent and running her fingers through his hair.

After what felt like forever, he shifted on the couch and lay down, keeping her in his arms so her head rested on his chest.

“That was great, Victoria. You don’t know what you do to me,” he said, slowly and quietly. She peeked up at his face and saw that his eyes were just small slits. His breathing slowed down and became peaceful.

“I love you…” he whispered.

She froze. She thought she must have heard wrong. But no, those were definitely the words that had left his lips and reached her ears. She glanced up at his face again, hoping to learn whether he really meant it.

His eyes were closed now, and his face betrayed no emotion. He couldn’t be, could he? Was he asleep? She reached for one of his hands and lifted it a few inches off her body. When she let go, it fell down like dead weight.

She looked around furtively, wondering what she should do. Should she wake him up out of his restful sleep and talk about it? A thought occurred to her just then – what if he hadn’t been thinking of her at all when he said it? That prospect deflated her mood for a moment. But would it make sense for him to be thinking of anyone else right then and there?

She slowly shifted her weight and rolled off him, landing on her feet with a light thud. She snapped her head around to check – good, he was still sleeping like a baby. She needed to clear her head, so she found a towel and jumped in the shower.

She couldn’t help thinking of those three little words while she lathered up, but in the end, she decided it would be too weird to bring up such a heavy topic, especially when he might not even be aware of what he had said. What if he thought she just made it up out of thin air? That thought alone was enough to make her promise to herself that she would keep what she had heard all to herself.

When she finished showering and was satisfied that she looked presentable once again, she went back out into the living room and noticed with a smile that he was no longer on the couch.

“Vic, I’m here,” he called out from the direction of the dining room. “I was thinking of ordering some food, unless you’ve already had dinner. It should get here by the time we’re done with work.”

“No, I haven’t,” she replied, with a smile. She still hadn’t forgotten what he’d said, and had to restrain herself from bringing it up.

“Is Thai ok?”

“Yeah, I love Thai. Great minds think alike,” she said, before taking a seat across from him.

She loved staring into those hazel eyes, with their speckles of brown and green. They were so mysterious, but at the same time, they had an honest quality about them.

She ripped her gaze away and reached over to take her notebook and binder out of her bag on the seat next to her. She was itching to ask him about his sister, but hesitated and wasn’t sure whether it was the right time.

She could hardly concentrate on the task at hand, but they managed to get a decent amount of work done before the food arrived – they discussed the project in detail, brainstormed potential sponsors, assigned board members to various tasks, and came up with a master list of fifteen potential fundraising events, which would of course be culled down to size.

Satisfied that they had accomplished enough for one night, they sat down to eat their dinner.

“After dinner, I’m going to have to go to work,” he said without looking up, in a somewhat somber tone. She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but she thought she detected a bit of a blush on his cheeks.

“Yeah, it’s Friday night. Makes sense.” She tried to sound upbeat and lighthearted, but couldn’t meet his eyes. It was something that was always in the back of her mind and something she preferred not to think about. Whenever he brought it up, she was forced to face reality, and came crashing back down to earth.

“Sorry about that,” he replied, this time looking straight into her eyes. “I’m really tired of working there. Trust me, I am. In fact, I plan to quit as soon as Emily is cured and I find a job with similar pay. Hopefully, I’ll get the residency I want; that would be ideal. It’s local, so I wouldn’t have to leave you.” Suddenly, he looked down and frowned, and dug into his Pad Thai as if to have an excuse to stop talking.

“That’s fine, do whatever you need to do,” she said, with a forced but convincing smile.

“Thanks, babe. That means a lot to me. I love how understanding you are.”

That’s not the only thing you love, and you’re going to admit it sooner or later, she thought, with butterflies crashing around in her belly.