Eve

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I FORCE MYSELF TO BREAK the kiss.  “Vix...” I start, but his lips are pressing back against mine, convincing me that kissing him back is a much better option than telling him things I don’t want to even think about right now.

“Lean over, baby.”  He presses a flat hand between my shoulder blades and I see both of our faces in the mirror over the sink.  “I can’t get enough of you.”

I comply and my skin prickles as his hands work the button on my khaki pants, then the zipper.

While his hand slips down inside my pants, I feel so alive.  Here in the bathroom of a resident, all of my senses are on alert, making me feel everything.

I gasp as rough fingertips tickle as they push inside my panties. 

“You’re going to get me fired.”  I whisper, melting against him as those fingers slip downward, drawing a sharp breath as they connect with my clit and slowly circle.

“You feel so fucking good, I’ll just explain to them I took advantage of you.”

All the what-if’s disappear as he works inside my now soaking panties.  One long finger presses down, then up inside me as I am reminded in a flash of pain how he was there this morning.

His other hand comes around and moves my hair from my neck.  Next it’s lips there, then teeth and his hand holds me just under my left ear.  I feel the pressure from his erection on my rear end as his finger drives in and out of me.  A flat palm grinds on my sensitive nub and I’m overwhelmed with the sensations.

“Let go, baby.  I’ve got you. Close your eyes.  Breathe and let it all go.”

Darkness follows as I do as he says, losing myself in the sharp mix of pain between the teeth and the pleasure of the fingers.

“Even this makes me feel like your fucking king, baby.”

I don’t want this feeling to ever end.  This feeling of being completely possessed by him.  My hands grip the cool porcelain of the sink as he whispers filthy things in my ear, making my knees grow weak.

I let him have me, pressing my hips backward into his length and wishing I could take him inside me right here and now.  His finger moves in and out, then upward to work my clit, then back until my heart races and I feel like I’m floating outside of myself.

“God...please...”  I mutter as he starts grinding his erection into my ass. 

“Please what, baby?  What do you need?  Ask and say please.”  His voice is thick and rough next to my ear.

“Please!  I want to cum!”

“For who?”  He grunts, and it’s so sexy how he makes me ask and answer these questions for him.

“For you.  I want to cum for you.”

“Good girl.”

His fingers hasten their pace as he controls my body from behind. His hips move us together in time as he finger fucks me until the tension tips over into magic and I lose myself in the bliss.

Just as I go off, the hand that was holding the side of my face slips forward, covering my mouth.

“I want you in every way.  As long as I want.  Whenever I want. For as long as I want.  Do you get that?  You’re fucking mine.” 

He growls like an animal in my ear as my screams are muffled by his palm, my inner muscles squeezing around the finger buried inside my pussy.  I can’t get enough.

One orgasm lights into a second and the only reason I’m still standing is his leg, pushing up between mine to hold me up.

I come hard and long, the sounds of my pleasure a wordless moan behind his hand as my body jerks and twists.  As the sensation finally tapers off, stars dance in my closed eyes and my breath comes in fits and starts.

Once I retain my bearings, he moves the hand from my mouth, slips the other from my pants.

“Open your eyes, baby.”

As I look up into the mirror, seeing his face next to mine, he brings his soaking fingers to his lips and licks them with the most satisfied sigh.

“So fucking delicious. I’ll taste you for the rest of my life.”

He spins me around, his hands working my pants back together, fusing our mouths together in a deep kiss.  I want more.  Right now. I’m insatiable, and it’s hard to imagine going about my day.

Once I’m re-dressed, he guides me out of the bathroom, then turns me to face him in the bedroom.

He takes his hand, shoves it down the opening in my polo shirt, settling it over my heart.

“I’m going to keep this safe, you get that?” 

The intensity in his eyes stops my breath.

“I’ve had these walls up for so long.  I’ll tell you the truth.”  I shift under his hand, trying to find the right words, then change direction at the last moment.  “I didn’t want to fall for you.  But I feel the rocks and walls coming down.”

He smiles, his hand slipping up and taking my neck, then his warm lips are on mine and I’m backed against the wall in the bedroom.

“I’m going to build our new foundation with those, baby.”  He leans back and smiles.  “After all, that’s what I do, right?”

I can’t stop the giggle at his words.  “God, stop making me laugh.” 

I’m swooning. I never thought I’d be that girl.  But he’s sweeping me so far off my feet I’m not sure what it feels like to walk on solid ground anymore.

“Never.”  He adds and I turn to the door.

“Vix, I need to get back to work. I have residents that need me.”

“Yes, you do.  I don’t want to keep you from them.  Just needed a little Christmas cheer.”

“They’re serving Champagne for lunch today.”  I add as we leave the bedroom and walk into the living room again.  “You know, for the Christmas cheer.”

I turn to see his face hard.  “I don’t drink.”

The words are cold and a shiver shakes my shoulders.  I open my mouth to ask something, I’m not sure what, then close it and make my way to the door, unwilling to find out what’s in this Pandora’s box.  Not yet.

Where I’m concerned, conversations about drink are best left until after Christmas.

“You’re going to have to remove the barricade, so I can retreat.” 

I force a smile onto my lips, and Vix visibly relaxes as he comes over, lifts the chair from behind the door and wiggles it back into its place.

“I’ll be back.”  I put my hand on the door handle, ready to duck out into the hall, but he grabs my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.

“You can retreat, but eventually I’m coming for you.”  He presses in close, then I feel his hand slap my ass playfully.  “If I have to let you go, remember that this all belongs to me.”

“I have to go,” I whisper, grinning from ear to ear.

“Fine.”  He sighs and steps back, then turns and picks up my phone from where it’s charging on the counter.  “You want to take this now?  It’s charged.  Not sure if you want to call your family or...”

The mention of family reminds me of all my duties, all my promises hanging over my life like guillotine blades.  “Yeah.”  I force the word out, hoping he didn’t notice the look cross my face.  “I’ll hide it and go stick it in my locker.”  I don’t meet his eyes as I add, “I’ll call my dad on my break.”

Without waiting to see his reaction, I grab the phone out of his hand and duck out of the door, then press my back against the wall just outside to keep from falling down.

This can’t be happening.  How can I be falling for this guy I barely know?

And now, just when things couldn’t be more complicated.

Sure, I’ve met him over the last eleven months or so.  Exchanged pleasantries and my own hidden lustful glances.

But really, last night was the first real conversation we’ve had.  How can I be this gone this fast?

Just as I’m getting my pulse rate out of the red zone, I hear throaty laughter and I roll my eyes.

“Well, well.”  Genisys is sashaying down the hall, carrying a full black garbage bag.

“Step down.”  I glare at her.  “Nothing to see here.”

I turn and start toward Mrs. Fulton’s room, the last on my medication delivery rounds, but Genisys steps in front of me and blocks my path.

“Really?”  I stare her down.  “You’re going to do this right here, in the hall?  From what I know, you need this job.  You start something right out here in the open, you’re going to be hunting for food scraps in the dumpster come New Year’s.”

“Uh uh.  I ain’t starting nothing.  Just doing my job, gotta go back in and clean up all that wrapping paper.”

She sidesteps, and I go around her, refusing to look back as my throat tightens. 

This is such a mess.