Vicki’s hands went still for a few seconds, delight of a different kind washing through her. She wasn’t used to men who volunteered to use protection. Even if she hadn't already really liked Zane, that was a huge point in his favor. “Um. I’m on birth control and last got tested before I came to Virtue, and haven’t been with anybody since, so…if you’re okay…?”
He ducked his head against hers, smiling with a trace of grateful astonishment. “I’m good. Tests every six months or more if it seems necessary for some reason, which it mostly doesn’t.”
“Well then.” Vicki kissedhisthroat this time, and unlike her, he toed his shoes off, and stepped out of his slacks and socks as she undressed him. That dark hair made a gorgeous trail downward, and she followed it with her fingertips to the band of his underwear, then glanced up at him. He was watching her intently, but a brief, gentle smile curved his mouth. “You don’thave to if you don’t want to. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Vicki’s vision almost swam with heat and excitement. “I want to. I want…” She pushed his shorts down, kneeling as she went, her gaze locked on Zane’s thick, eager length as she finished undressing him. She brought her hands back up, tracing the size of him, and he shuddered from the bones out.
“Vicki. Victoria…what are you…”
She almost laughed. “Can’t you guess?” She traced him again, then brushed her cheek over his length before touching the tip of her tongue to the base of his cock and licking a thin hot line upward. He groaned and reached for the table behind him like he needed something to hold on to, and whispered, “You don’t have to,” in a voice that sounded like he’d forgotten words.
“Ireallylike to.” Heat boiled through Vicki’s body, intensifying as she twirled her tongue over the head of Zane’s cock and he moaned, suddenly and helplessly submissive to her. She tasted him a little at a time, learning his size and shape, until he’d leaned on the table and spread his legs, every sound he made exciting her more and more. He finally put his hand in her hair, giving a desperate sob as she whimpered with excitement around him and swallowed him as deeply as she could.
“Oh God, Victoria, myGod,what are you doing, what are you doing…” He was hoarse with need and the struggle for control, each word sending stinging desire into every part of her until he finally, urgently, whispered, “Stop, please stop, this isn’t all I want, Vicki, please, I can’t…”
She released him with a near-purr, and he slumped against the table a few seconds, gasping for breath and a little calm before dragging her close and kissing her hungrily. “Wicked, delicious woman. You’ll undo me, you’ll destroy me. I should have asked, is that all you like, do you like mouths instead of?—”
She stopped him with a kiss, both of them breathless when it ended. “I like my mouth on you more than yours on me. I like to be taken, or to take, yes.” She turned them both around to put herself between him and the table, and then turned herself toward the table, pressing her ass back into Zane’s hard cock. He put one hand on her hip like he was stopping himself, and she took the other to slide it into her panties. “And I like fingers to make me come, Zane.”
He shuddered with enthusiasm and stroked her, quick certain touches with those incredibly soft fingertips. Vicki spread her legs wider, whimpering, and he pushed the thin line of her panties aside to press the head of his cock just barely against her before groaning. “Yes?”
“Yes, please, oh my God, Zane, yes!” Vicki wriggled back against him and cried out in relief and pleasure as he slid deep inside her. She hadn’t felt so filled in a long time, and reveled in the magnificence of the sensation, and of the promising pinch of his fingers around her aching clit. Orgasm was so close, and she knew he would bring her to it with ease.
He shuddered again and for a few critical seconds held still, then whispered, “Yes, Victoria, beautiful girl, yes, oh, God,yes,” as he rocked into her, rubbing his fingers against her until she begged and cried out with the need to finish. His voice was ragged as he leaned closer, over her back with his weight pressing her hard into his fingers and breathed, “How naughty are you? Are you so naughty it’s exciting knowing there’s only a thin curtain between us and the world watching? Are you that naughty, Victoria?”
Vicki had never in her life dreamed she was that kind of naughty, but the orgasm that exploded through her said otherwise. Bodywracking pleasure shattered her in relentless waves, pulsing against Zane’s fingers until she sobbed,overwhelmed, and thought she would die of fulfillment as his release came in thick throbbing pulses inside her.
After a long, gasping minute, Zane moved off the table and onto the floor, keeping her warm and safe and comfortable in his arms, and for the first time in her life, Vicki felt like she was home.
CHAPTER 14
There were probably a lot of things Zane should say to Vicki, but in the aftermath of the most incandescent sex he could even imagine, never mind have experienced, all he could really manage was, “Wow,” breathed against her shoulder.
She was so small and delicate and drowsy in his lap, but she laughed at that and tipped her head back against his shoulder to look for a soft, languid kiss. Her eyelashes were dark blonde against her cheeks, sleepily closed as she whispered, “Yeah. Wow,” and then after a long, lazy moment, added, “No one has ever…seen me like that, Zane. The clothes, they just…look like clothes, to other people.”
Given that he still had his fingers and cock buried in her beneath the tiny panties she wore, given that one of her stockings had lost its grip on her thigh and slid down to gently wrinkle against her knee, given that the way her back arched as she leaned against him made her breasts rise beautifully in their scandalous little bra, Zane had never been so glad in his life for being profoundly aware ofclothing. “I’d be extremely glad to keep it that way. I’ll notice anything you wear, Vicki. What dothey call it.” He laughed, soft and amused. “Everyday cosplay? You keep cosplaying the strait-laced school teacher in outfits like these and IpromiseI’ll know who you are underneath the good girl clothes.”
He hugged her on thepromiseand she shivered and moaned softly, clearly enjoying the feeling of his body still in hers. Zane kissed her throat and she tilted her head to make it easier, a submissive act that made the wolf in him—not the actual one, but the wild part of himself—thrill with interest. He explored her breasts with his fingertips, watching her nipples harden again and feeling the heat between her thighs begin to throb again. He passed his thumb over the swelling nub there and Vicki jolted, whimpering, and spread her legs across his a little more.
“You really like fingers more than tongues?” he asked, interested and intrigued by both the question and the need growing in her.
“Mm. Hmm.” The sounds came in little gasps. “Mouths are nice but not usually enough to get me there. Tongues are strong but not hard enough. I like it. Please don’t stop.”
“What if I took you very close to the window,” Zane murmured against her throat as he touched her lightly, listening to her breathing grow more and more ragged. “What if I kept you just like this, in your little bra and panties, with your stockings falling down, and took you right up to the window, so close people might be able to see, and put your arms around my neck and made you stand up against me while I touched you until you came for me? Would you like that, Victoria?”
She surged against his fingers, heat flooding them. “I couldn’t. I can’t. I’d fall down.” She sounded desperate and excited all at once, her nipples so hard he thought they must hurt.
“Well, I couldn’t have that. Maybe I’d wrap a tape measure around your wrists, behind my neck, to keep you from falling…”He reached for one, grateful to have them nearby, and lifted her arms to lace her hands behind his neck before wrapping the tape measure around her wrists. That was a two hand job, so he had to take his fingers from between her thighs, and she whimpered a protest before becoming so compliant with her wrists bound that his cock jerked inside her. “Oh, God, youarea good girl, aren’t you?”
He withdrew and put her on the floor this time, leaving her wrists wrapped up, although not around anything, and turned his attention to her achingly hard nipples in that gorgeous little bra, until she was bucking and twisting beneath him, legs spread and hips lifted to try to rub herself against him. He claimed her slowly, watching color suffuse her with each inch he sank into her, then sat up, pulling her hips over his thighs so he could tease her rigid nub as she cried out and begged to come. When she did it was magnificent, body-rippling pleasure that brought him over the edge as an incredible afterthought; he could have kept her there, playing with her, and been satisfied forever with just that.
They collapsed together after that, drowsing for a long time. Zane pulled a rug over them for warmth, and Vicki giggled but didn’t object. Eventually, after he thought they’d both slept, she giggled again and murmured, “So how are those measurements coming along?”
Zane actually laughed aloud, although he turned his head so he wouldn’t be shouting laughter into her ear. “I suspect I’ve now got a better idea of them than you’d be comfortable with, so we’ll just go ahead and use the tape measure.”
“Oh, you can’t really know them,” she said with a sniff.
“Shall I write down what I think they are, and compare after we’ve done the real ones?”
