I want to groan; she smells so good. I want to taste her, just a small taste. She smells amazing, and I groan, unable to stop myself. Her eyes flick down to mine as I make a big deal of stretching and sitting up, grabbing the pillow and stuffing it in my lap. Raging boners in front of psycho-stalkers-come-assassins who say they’re in love with you is not a good look. She gives me a small smile before turning back to the TV.
“How’s the headache.”
“Better, I think. Being out of that room helped, I think. And the fruit.”
“You like fruit.”
“Yeah, don’t you?”
“I don’t eat things because I like them; I eat them for the sake of fuelling my body.” She shrugs, and I can’t help but glance down and rake my gaze over her at the mention of her body. And it’s a fucking hot body. She looks thoughtful for a second. “I suppose I like coffee?” She frowns, shaking her head. “No, I need coffee.” She nods like that makes more sense, and then she turns back to the TV.
We sit and watch the TV in silence for a while, and I try to calm the raging boner that doesn’t seem to want to go. I sit, uncomfortable and squirming because her smell seems to linger. No, that’s too subtle for what it really feels like. It’s like it’s lodged up my nostrils, taken a route and created a whole other reality where she’smine, and my body is having a major reaction to it. It’s like it doesn’t realise she’s the bad guy, almost like some fucked-up fairytale. Either way, this isn’t going to end well for me.
“You hungry?”
I nod, and she heads to the kitchen, pulling out pasta and passata and looking in the cupboards. “There’s not much left. We’re going to have to get food at some point.”
She throws some garlic granules and dried herbs in it, then pulls a tin of what I think is supposed to be ham, and she dices that up and brings it over when she’s finished. It actually tastes so good.
After I’ve eaten, I feel really tired. “I’m going to lie down for a bit.” I nod to the bedroom. “I think I’m coming down with something.”
She brings me some more tablets and helps me into bed, but my eyes are already fluttering closed. As she steps out of the room, I roll onto my back, and the last thing I think is she hasn’t chained me up, but I haven’t got the energy to move either.
Vic
Chapter XL
I know I probably shouldn’t have drugged him again, but while he was lying in my lap, he kept rubbing his face against me, and his dick was so hard. I can’t help myself. I need to feel him inside me, all reasoning out the window. A taste just wasn’t enough. I wait, and I pace till he settles.
I slip back into the room, and I watch for a second before I slip over to him. I lean over and pick up his hand, dropping it. Nothing. I smile to myself and tug his joggers down. I lick up his dick and wrap my lips around him, groaning. I missed the taste of him so much. I suck him harder, and a little whimper comes from his lips as I suck him into the back of my throat and groan.
I pop him out of my mouth and remove my bottoms. I climb up over him, watching his face intently. I take hold of his dick and gently slide down him. Fuck. Igasp as I reach the bottom. I steady myself. I feel lightheaded. I feel euphoric just from having him inside me. I rotate my hips and groan. I reach down and take both his hands in mine, placing them on my hips. I grind down onto him, gasping at how great he feels. It’s never felt like this before, and I’ve had a lot of sex, but this… this is something else, the feeling of his skin on mine. The feeling of his solid dick pushing against my insides. I shudder as I try to not orgasm too early. I start to rock back and forth and gasp as every pass of my clit over him spikes an intense need within me to make this last, but at the same time, I want to cum so badly.
I pick up my pace and grind down harder. Fuck, I want to scream out. I want to shout his name so everyone knows who’s making me feel so good. Where his skin touches mine, it’s like electricity pulsing through my veins. It's coursing through me like fireworks, all over my skin, where his hands are gripped against my hips under mine. As I dig his fingers in, I lose myself till I am indeed screaming out his name. As I cum harder than I ever imagined, I sag and breathe heavily for a second before an intense need to feel his cum inside me takes over. How do I ever get enough of him?
I start to rock again with less finesse. This time, I’m chasing his cum. I need him to cum. I want to cum again, and I grind hard against him till I feel him firing inside of me, the intense heat burning me up, and I can’t stop as his cum slides around us, and I chase my own release. I scream his name as I ride the aftershocks before dropping beside him. I pant to calm my racing heart. I snuggle into his side just for a second and rest my eyes. The feel of his body against mine makes me feel at home.
Vic
Chapter XLI
I wake up wrapped tight in warm arms, and I sigh, feeling like I’ve awoken from an awful dream. I feel like everything’s back to normal. Wrapped tight in Xav’s arms… I sigh and breathe deeply for what feels like the first time in fuck knows how long. His smell drifts around me, engulfing me. It feels like home. It’s overwhelming as it encases me in that… wait, that’s not Xav’s smell, shit. I then immediately freak the fuck out.Shit, shit, shit.
I pull away, slip off the bed and pull up his bottoms before running out of the bedroom and straight upstairs into the shower. It’s not until the water hits me that I realise I haven’t chained him back up. Fuck, fuck, fuck, how could I have been so careless? I berate myself for my stupidity as I scrub vigorously before diving out of the shower, wrapping myself in the towel and running downstairs. When I get to the bottom, he’s walking outof the bedroom. Scrubbing his hand in his hair, rubbing at his temples, he looks like shit, and I know I did that to him. I internally smile, as fuck, it was so worth it. I long to slide my body against his. I long to feel his cock inside me again. I want that. I want that now. I step towards him, reaching out.
“Do you have any more tablets? My head’s killing.”
I’m startled for a second before I train my features and glare at him, slightly pissed that he brought me out of my thoughts. I liked it there. It was sexy there. “Sure, here.” I grab a water and plop the tablets in his hand. “Why don’t you shower and go back to bed? You might feel a little better.”
He nods, turns, and walks back into his room, and I sigh. Fuck, that was close. I need to be more careful. Next time, I can’t be so careless. I almost got caught, and then it would be back to square one, and I can’t have that. I think he’s really coming around.
I go back upstairs, grab him some clean clothes, slip back down and push into his bedroom. The bathroom door is open, and I stand and stare. I can’t help it. He’s beautiful. I’m in awe of him. When he turns, and our eyes meet, I’m standing in the towel still, and he reaches over and grabs a towel for himself, not breaking eye contact. He doesn’t shy away this time, and it makes me smile. Stepping out of the bathroom, he eyes me wearily before he steps closer.
“I got you some clean clothes.”
“Hm, you did, did you?”
I nod and grip my towel.
