by Layla Arts
“Fucking hot,” I whispered into her ear.
This time, things weren't about me but about her. I had clearly stated, a few times, that I had my needs, and that I wanted her. If I could’ve had sex with her on top of the kitchen counter, or in the pool, I would have happily accepted that.
This needed to be on her terms, for Vicky to trust me; we needed to do what she was comfortable with, go at her pace.
The feeling she was experiencing, when she inhaled deeply, is what I had spent the majority of my life searching for. It's an unknown entity that would surely calm my restless, warped, curious soul. It is a feeling we all need; the touches you had wanted to feel for so long.
“You're so unique, baby,” I whispered.
“Mmm,” Vicky moaned.
I didn't ask her permission for me to add a second finger, I just did. Her reaction was surprisingly good. Her grip on my arm had become more firm, harsher than it had been at first. I bit my bottom lip when I felt her step back; pushing her ass against my hardened length, and a small groan left my lips.
Sweat was perspiring from our bodies but was quickly washed away by the cascading water. Vicky's cheeks began to turn red, a mixture of heat and accumulating pleasure. Her release approached, and my hold on her tightened – aware that her climax would overtake her ability to stand.
I didn't know of Vicky's previous sexual encounters, but it was obvious she wasn't a virgin. Many guys would prefer to have a virgin, to be the one who touched them first, but I was pretty happy with someone who was more practiced. It meant that we’re going to experience something else.
“Come for me, Vicks,” I demanded of her directly.
I could see her licking her lips from the side as she took a deep breath. She was obviously used to the feeling of two fingers, so I added a third, desperate to bring her to her climax. Just one easy swipe against her clit and Vicky was exploding inside.
Her body tensed; her eyes squeezed shut as I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting her.
Vicky didn't respond; in total disarray from her orgasm, and I knew she hadn't felt that great in a long time.
I pulled my arm away from her, trailing my hand across her smooth stomach. Her shoulders were moving up and down vehemently, and I knew she was trying to pull her shit together before speaking.
“Now get cleaned up, I got breakfast,” I said, as I pressed a kiss
on her cheek and exited the bathroom.
***
I was playing tennis with the hopper, smashing the balls away with full power; reaching new personal records repeatedly. I could see Vicky approaching me in my robe, so I pulled my damp hair away from my face.
“Good morning,” I spoke in a low voice.
“Hi,” she greeted me.
I could see a tinge of red spot on Vicky's cheeks, and I didn't know if it was because of me touching her, or that she felt a bit embarrassed to approach me after what happened in the shower. She looked a bit wilder, happy, and mildly sexually frustrated at that point, but I wasn't going to complain about it.
She stared at me questioningly as I took a drink from my water bottle. I was curious about her thoughts.
“What?” I questioned eagerly.
“Oh, nothing, I was just thinking.”
“You can tell me.”
“Oh, no,” she replied immediately, visibly tightening the robe around her body. “It isn't important.”
I placed the bottle down and walked towards Vicky. I tilted her chin up to look at me, and we locked eyes. A smirk encompassing my face, and Vicky stared at me innocently. “Just inform me. You have my full attention,” I made it clear to her.
“What are we doing?” Vicky questioned me seriously.
“We're trying,” I told her.
“You're my boss, and I am your employee.”
I cupped Vicky's face gently and made her look me straight in the eyes.
“I don't give a crap about what we are to each other when we're working. Work and private life are separated from each other. And if I like you and want to put effort in you, then I don't care about what I am supposed to be to you. Even if you were the poorest woman on earth, I would still like you because you're you.” A smile appeared on her face, and I placed a soft peck on her lips.
Vicky took the hand that was holding her face and entwined our fingers. “Who would have thought you could be like this,” she stated. “You know that I want to put effort in you too, right?” She questioned me softly.
“I know,” I replied.
“And I know I shouldn't be doing that since you were such a complete arse to me in the beginning.”
I chuckled at the memory of the first few days at the Empire. “Yeah, I wasn't that nice to you.”
Vicky laughed for a few seconds, her facial expression changing into a more serious one.
“You're one of a kind, Smith.”
14
Vicky West
“I will call you tomorrow morning,” Hadrian said when we stood in front of the door of my apartment.
“Why would you call me?”
Hadrian placed his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. My hands were resting on his chest as I looked up, meeting his beautiful forest-green eyes. We were a few inches apart, and I could see the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Because,” he breathed against my lips, “I am going to pick you up for work.”
“Sounds interesting,” I said cheekily.
“It is,” Hadrian replied. “See it as two young teenagers getting ready for school.”
“School sucks.”
“No, school didn’t. But you will,” Hadrian said jokingly, and I raised an eyebrow.
“You're ruining the moment,” I whined.
“Deep inside of your ice-cold heart, you enjoy this,” Hadrian remarked.
I took Hadrian's hands from my back and placed them at his sides. “You need Jesus,” I told him, honestly. I turned around and set the key in the keyhole. I attempted to open the door before I felt Hadrian resting his chin on my shoulder.
“I am being a gentleman, Vicks,” he breathed against my ear.
“If that is your definition of a gentleman, I don't want you to be one.” I said before I smiled happily.
We didn't say goodbye at my door like I had planned. He just walked and followed me inside.
“I need to get ready now, because if I am late for work, who is going to cover me?” I questioned Hadrian.
“I could just stop by.”
“You have done that enough.”
“I bet your colleagues love me,” Hadrian told me blissfully.
He should know.
“They do,” I agreed sarcastically. “Now get your annoyingly cute face out of my house,” I said seriously.
“Mmm,” Hadrian muttered. “I only agree with the words cute face.”
“Well, it won't be so cute for long if you don't go away.”
“I should go,” Hadrian stated, apparently I had made the consequences clear to him. I escorted him to the door, and he opened it. But before Hadrian walked away, he turned around to face me before leaving. “Just so you know, I still have that cute fa-”
I cut Hadrian off mid-sentence by smashing my lips to his. He was shocked due to my actions – needing to pull his thoughts together before gathering his wits and kissing me back a few seconds later. He didn't get much time to respond as I pulled away shortly after he responded. “Now go, before I chop you into tiny pieces,” I stated, adding one last chaste kiss to his lips before he was walked away.
I closed the door behind me, leaned my back against it, and stared at my apartment.
It took me only moments to realize I had a lot of cleaning up to do; I could try to make it a bit tidier in here. I only had to work for three hours at the café in the evening, and that meant I had two hours before I needed to leave. I’d love to spend more time with Hadrian, but that also meant we could’ve been together the entire day, and I wasn't sure if I could handle him.
Hadrian was a great guy, but hanging out with a pervert for twenty-four hours wasn't something I needed or wanted to do at this point. Not to mention, his constant chatter about his four televisions, with the occasional outburst of joy at his fifth arriving next week, was not something I could tolerate.
That man certainly had some issues with spending money on unnecessary indulgences.
I heard the doorbell ring, I groaned inwardly, hoping it wasn't Hadrian coming to brag about acquiring a sixth television. I told him he needed to leave, not to leave, and then come back in five minutes.
I reached for the door handle and swung it open, but I wasn't met with the green eyes I expected to see. It was someone entirely different.
“Kent, what are you doing here?” I asked him with a tone of confusion instead of greeting him politely.
“We need to talk,” he said eagerly.
“All right,” I muttered. “Come on in.” I opened the door further, to give him better access.
Kent followed me to the living room, and I didn't hesitate before I continued to the kitchen. I immediately reached for a mug, since the coffee was already prepared. I gestured Kent if he wanted coffee, but he asked for a beer instead – I guess someone was starting early today.
“Thanks,” he said kind-heartedly when I gave him the bottle of beer.
We both took a seat on the couch, and I folded my legs.
“What is wrong?” I asked Kent. “You seem so frustrated.”
“Because I am frustrated.” Kent pointed out.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked him; I was not in the mood to push him into anything, but he agreed with a nod. “Okay, just tell me what's plaguing your mind.”
Before Kent attempted to say anything, he brought the bottle to his mouth and drank down the alcohol. Then he took a sharp breath.
There was something serious going on, and I was growing more and more anxious to know what his problem was. He looked me deeply in the eyes before speaking.
“Can you pretend to my girlfriend?” Kent asked me.
My jaw drew slack at his request; he wasn't being serious about this, was he? The look on his face made me realize just how serious he was. “I have clearly missed something,” I muttered out of disbelief. “Why should I pretend to be your girlfriend?” I asked confusingly.
“Because I did something.”
“You haven't told your parents we are dating, right?”
“No!” He assured me quickly. “Hadrian came to work today, and he told me someone was at his house. I didn't need to ask him to know it was you, and then I said I am your boyfriend,” Kent explained to me.
“Why would you say you're my boyfriend?!”
“Because I said he needed to keep his hands off you.”
I was in shock. How could he? My eyes were brimming with tears, and I could feel my heart beating harder. I thought that after everything he had said about using the women at work, he wouldn't use me. He was sorry about everything that he had done and yet, he touched me only because Kent told him not to.
“No.” I breathed out. “No, no, no, no,” I said and buried my head in my hands.
A few days ago:
I sighed deeply. “Can we talk about something else?”
“Let's talk about lame café boy,” Hadrian spoke.
“Who is lame café boy?” I questioned him confusingly.
Hadrian laughed, and he walked to the shower cabin.
“That guy you work with at the café.”
“Kent?”
“Yeah, whatever lame café boy is called. He’s blond and annoying.” Hadrian shrugged off.
“He is nice.” I shot in defense – Kent hadn’t harmed Hadrian.
''I don't care if he is nice, I don't like him,” Hadrian said with an attitude.
“Why wouldn't you like him?”
“Because he is hanging out with you. And he has a dick.”
“That makes total sense,” I remarked sarcastically.
“It is time to take me seriously.” He tried to warn me.
Present:
But I didn't take him seriously.
He completely defied what Kent had said, defiling me in the process.
“Is everything okay, Vicks?” Kent asked me.
At that point I noticed just how close he had gotten to me, I inhaled fresh oxygen immediately before I shook my head. I wasn't okay. I wanted to rip Hadrian's head off because he had done something that was completely inappropriate; diminishing.
“I need to go,” I announced, and I grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter.
“What is wrong?” Kent exclaimed from behind me.
“I can't talk right now; I have to go see someone,” I said angrily.
Kent walked out of my apartment before me. I locked the door behind the two of us. I walked hastily towards my car, and I could feel the blood boiling in my veins. I was so furious about this entire situation; everything happened too quickly, that is what I keep scolding myself for now.
I started the engine, and I pulled out of the garage. I turned the radio off; I was not in the mood to hear women singing seductive songs. If I did, I was just going to think about Hadrian and his cheekiness, and that wasn't something I needed right now.
I parked the car close to his front door, and I rushed towards it knowing full well that it was locked.
I proceeded to walk into his backyard, and luckily the doors weren't closed in the back. I stormed into his house; my eyes scanned the room, teeth clenching when I saw Smith sitting in a chair with a glass of scotch in his hands.
“You,” I spoke.
Hadrian looked up, shocked to see me, before a smile appeared on his face.
“I knew you would come back soon. Missing my devilish charm I see." He said.
“You're fucking disgusting!” I exclaimed.
He was taken aback by my sudden attitude.
“Huh?” Hadrian replied, rather dumbly I may add.
“You touched me because of your encounter with Kent, didn't you?!”
“What is going on?” Hadrian asked, confused as he stood up.
“You know exactly what is going on, Hadrian Smith."
"I don't, please enlighten me."
How couldn’t he understand what was going on?
"You were mad at Kent for saying he is my boyfriend when he told you that you weren't allowed to touch me. Was it your intention to show him that you can do what you want? With me?” I hissed at Hadrian furiously. “How could you be so low?” I said, shaking my head in disbelief.
I was furious at Hadrian.
“Vicks.” Hadrian pleaded.
“No, no, no,” I said, pushing him away. “You don't know how much it means to me to expose myself to you so soon. You literally have no idea.”
I held back my tears. I wasn't going to show Hadrian how much he had hurt me by breaking in front of him. Words clearly weren't relaying the message that he had done something terrible.
“You can call me a stupid girl for being mad about something so small, but for me, it isn't small at all, Hadrian.” Maybe he didn't know the extent his damage would go, but that didn't give him the right to be so cruel and nasty.
“It's not what you think it is,” Hadrian tried to assure me softly.
“Please just don't,” I pleaded. “I gave you the benefit of the doubt, after all you had done. I had fun with you, Hadrian. I really did. But this?” I had to look away for a few seconds, an attempt to keep myself together. “This is pathetic, Hadrian.”
“Vicky, c'mon. Just let me explain.”
I held my hand up, silently pleading for him to maintain his distance.
“It is better if I don't come in this week,” I stated before I left Hadrian's house. I unlocked my car again, opening the door quickly. I could hear Hadrian rushing behind me; I was aghast that he dared to follow me.
“Vicky, let's just go back inside a-”
“So you can fuck me, Hadrian?” I asked harshl
y.
“Of course, I wouldn't do that.” Hadrian defended.
“That is the only thing you think about,” I declared. “Let's fuck Vicky on the counter, or maybe the tennis court. What about testing her willingness without any announcement in the massive shower?”
“I have told you what has happened in my past. Doesn't that make you realize I am not fucking around with you?” Hadrian shouted this time.
“It's sad to see you believe your own lies,” I muttered. “Kent was right about you.”
“Of course, we have Kent again. What has this fucker got to do with us? Obviously, he says those things about me, but you don't realize that he is madly in love with you!” Hadrian screamed.
“Kent isn't madly in love with me.” I fought back. “We are friends, Hadrian. Friends help each other, but you wouldn't know because you have never been just friends with someone!” I exclaimed.
“What did he say about me then?”
“That I shouldn't trust you.”
“How original. And you believe his words?”
“He is not the only one who speaks badly of you, Hadrian,” I informed him, dead serious.
Hadrian took a step back, wounded. “They do?”
“Yes,” I confirmed.
“Don't say you believe them, Vicks,” Hadrian begged softly. “You know who I am.”
I shook my head. “Unfortunately, Hadrian, I do.”
“Vicks.”
It killed me to see his face at the revelation; it's as if he had no idea that people spoke badly about him.
I had to admit that I made it sound much worse than it was; only two people I knew had talked badly about Hadrian: Kent and Red. I had to be mad at him, I needed to be, but he was standing there like a wounded child that lost his favorite toy.
“Hadrian,” I said. I was hopeless when it came to staying mad, for God’s sake. “Sometimes people talk shit behind your back. It happens to me too.” I tried to soften the obvious blow to his ego. “You just did something horrible to me, and I am not happy about it, so I won't be in for the rest of the week.”
