by Ashley Logan
Reaching up her belly, he encouraged her to relax back onto the bed. Continuing to stroke her with his tongue, he began thumbing slow circles on her clit. Her response was immediate and she began rocking her hips into him as he wound her tighter. As thrilling as it was to make her squirm, he couldn’t deny the ache in his balls. His dick had been hard for far too long without release and it jerked every time Vi moaned, demanding attention. One more outcry and he had to stop.
Standing, he gazed down at her gorgeous, lust-drunk face.
“Are you still sure?” he asked in a husky voice almost unrecognizable as his own.
“Yes. Fuck me, Serge. I want it so bad.”
Looking to the ceiling, he fought to control himself. Stepping to his bedside, he opened the drawer and grabbed a condom. Ripping it open, he rolled it on, shoving down his pants and kicking them away. Sinking to his knees between her legs again, he ran his hands up and down her legs as he dipped his head once more, to drive her wild. Groaning, her legs clamped around him.
“Serge,” she panted. “Now.”
“Come on down,” he whispered, guiding her down off the bed and onto his ready cock.
She made a noise like it was all she’d been wanting for two years and he pushed into her again, amazed that noise was for him. Her tight walls gripped him as if to keep him snared forever. “Fuck, Vi!”
He didn’t have the words to say how good it felt to be inside her. How lucky he felt that she’d let him; that she trusted him. How snugly she gripped his dick and kept it so warm.
“Fuck,” he groaned again as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him deeper. He was losing himself. Serge wanted her every way possible and knew he’d never have time for it all before he came. Damn, he hoped she’d let him in again.
Rolling her onto her back, he plunged into her, loving the way her lips curled each time. Slowing as he neared completion, he wrapped his arm around her and rolled them both, leaving her on top with those beautiful tits pressed against him.
Vi rolled her pelvis in a long, slow circle, sexy as all hell, before pulling herself up onto straight arms and rubbing into him. Swearing again, he held her hips as she moved, angling himself deeper and reveling in every inch of her.
“Vi,” he whispered.
“Yeah,” she whispered back, her breathing coming faster and more ragged.
“I’m going to come real soon.”
“Me too.”
His grip tightened on her hips and he watched, hypnotized by all of her - the movement of her breasts, the way the tip of her braid tickled as it brushed against his chest, and the look in her hooded eyes as her full lips parted to release a soft sigh. His orgasm built beyond all control and he unloaded inside of her with a force he wouldn’t have believed. As if spurred on by him, Vi threw her head back, crying out as she contracted around him, milking him for every last drop before collapsing onto his chest, gasping for breath.
Folding his arms over her, he kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes, completely happy.
“I should have asked this before we started, but do you mind if I stay here?” Vi whispered, her breath tickling his skin as she spoke.
“I don’t want you to leave my arms, let alone my apartment.”
She snuffled into his chest as she giggled. “You are very sweet.”
“Not as sweet as you,” he thought aloud as he nuzzled the top of her head. “You taste delicious,” he whispered.
She clamped around his softening cock in response to his words and a deep rumble emerged from the back of his throat.
Holding her close, he rolled with her so she was back underneath him, and kissing her long and hard, he withdrew. Serge pulled the soft blanket from his bed and tucked it around her.
“I’ll be right back.” Kissing her again, he snagged his boxers as he got to his feet.
Padding into the kitchen, he threw the condom in the trash and pulled his shorts on. “You thirsty?” he called back as he opened the fridge. “I actually went shopping in case you came over again. I didn’t know what you’d prefer, so I got a selection.”
Vi walked into the kitchen wearing his shirt and he forgot what he was saying. “Uh, hey.”
“Hey,” she said, almost shyly. Her face was rosy and loose wisps of her dark hair framed her gorgeous sex-flushed face.
The refrigerator beeped at him, pulling him from his trance.
“You look a lot better in that shirt than I do.”
Giving him a half smile, she moved closer to look in the fridge. Serge felt the hairs on his arm stand up as she brushed past.
“You look better with no shirt,” she replied with a smile. “So I guess it’s a good trade.” Reaching into the fridge, she pulled out the milk and checked the date. “I don’t suppose you have any syrup to turn this into chocolate milk?” she asked, standing on her toes to see into the back of the fridge.
Watching her well-defined legs as she stretched, Serge shook his head. “Nope.”
Lowering again, Vi turned to him. Her eyes wandered down and then back up to meet his. Her bottom lip disappeared into her mouth and returned shiny and wet. “Pity.”
Serge felt himself growing hard again and could only watch as she took the milk to the counter. “Glasses?”
“To your left and up.”
Opening the cupboard, Vi reached for a glass. His shirt lifted to show the curve of her bare ass and Serge held back the appreciative noise in the back of his throat.
“You want some?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.
“Yes,” he answered too quickly. Grimacing, he closed the fridge as it began beeping again. “Yes, please.”
Her mouth curled into a knowing smile. “Well, since you asked so nicely...” Reaching up again, she lingered as she got down a second glass. Setting both on the counter, she took the cap off the milk and poured. The lid fell to the ground and she bent to retrieve it, giving him an eyeful.
This time he did moan. Coming behind her, he ran his hands up her legs and up under her shirt. “I want you again. Already. I feel like a teenager on Viagra around you. I think it’s chronic.” Cupping her breasts, he caressed her firm nipples as she pressed her buttocks into him, rubbing against his erection.
“Maybe you should see someone about that,” she said as her breath quickened. Leaving one hand at her breasts, he lowered the other to her mound, applying gentle pressure as she moved her hips in that sensual circular motion. Vi released a long, slow, moan.
Nudging her hair aside with his nose, Serge inhaled her glorious scent and kissed her neck. “Who would you recommend?”
She moaned again as he increased the pressure of his hand. “Maybe a specialist. I’m clean and I’m on the pill. If you’re clean, I have a slot I can fit you into, at your earliest convenience.”
“Damn it’s hot when you speak doctor. I’m clean. I’d love to fill your slot.”
Yanking down his boxers, he kicked them away as Violet leaned over the counter. Continuing to rub against him, she left a shine.
“You’re so fucking wet, Vi. For me.”
“For you, Serge.”
The way she said those words made his heart pound and his dick fill even more. It was a husky whisper accompanied by a look over her shoulder. A look that said she saw more to him than the mess he was. In that look, he would have happily stayed, but her head turned away as she moved against him again, wanting.
He’d give her whatever she wanted.
Serge pressed himself against her entrance and she slammed her hips backward, taking him to the hilt in her scorching heat. Every inch of him strained at the flare of sensation as he slid home and Serge cried out her name. He wouldn’t last. It was too much. Gripping her hips as she did it again, he tried to slow her but she’d set her pace and appeared to be loving it. It was what she wanted and Serge would give it to her. So willingly.
Using her hips, he pulled into her in the rhythm she’d set. The noises she made spoke of her delight and he
gritted his teeth as he fought his release. He ran a hand down the smooth skin of her back, following the centerline of her spine. He didn’t stop when he got to her round cheeks. Thrusting into her warm depths, he let his thumb run down the cleft between her cheeks and over her tight, puckered knot, circling around the rim. Arching her back, Vi’s head rose up as she gasped, but she didn’t pull away. Pressing into him, Violet gasped again as the tip of his thumb entered and cried out as her sex clamped around him.
Fighting to keep control, Serge held his breath. It was too much for him to continue. He resumed the pressure on her clit as she rocked into him and felt her tightening around him again.
Vi began to lose her pace and her strength as she rose to another peak. Thrusting into her deeply, he held her up as she began to writhe under his hands.
“Serge!”
He rode the hot waves of her climax, unleashing his own into her depths with each spasm.
“I can feel you coming inside me,” she whispered as her contractions drew it from him and left her limp and quivering in his arms.
Pulling out, Serge collected her into his arms and carried her to the shower. Unweaving her braid, he lifted her into the water with him.
“Vi, I don’t even know what to say,” he said kissing her on the top of her head as she leaned against him under the spray. “You take my words away. Are you alright?”
“So much more than alright. Just don’t leave me, okay?” Her arms tightened around him. “I don’t mean like, ever,” she added quickly, loosening her grip a little. “Just this next bit. I can’t wake up alone.”
Holding her to him even tighter, Serge silently pledged to keep her demons at bay. “You won’t be alone. You’re safe with me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
VIOLET
Flopping into Serge’s bed, I let him pull the covers up and arrange them around us as the radio plays at a low level. He doesn’t mind that I need the music; he understands it’ll help me when I wake.
The covers are tucked snugly around me, embracing me in a cocoon of safety. Sweeping hair from my face, he presses his lips slowly to my temple before settling in behind me.
A shiver runs through my body. “I had a good time tonight, Serge. Thank you for being you.”
Curling around me, he nestles closer as his hand trails over my side and comes to rest cupping my breast. “I wouldn’t be anyone else right now.”
Unable to keep from smiling, I look over my shoulder at him. He opens one eye to meet mine.
“You think it was so good because we were deprived and needy, or do you think we have actual chemistry?”
Adjusting himself behind me, he kisses my bare shoulder. “Well I couldn’t speak for you, but I am very, very attracted to you Violet Wheeler. I still can’t even believe you let a filthy old man like me hang out with you, let alone inside of you.”
“You are pretty filthy,” I say, smiling into the dim light. The curtains are open and the glow of the streetlights illuminates the room enough that I can make out our surroundings. “But I’m kinda filthy myself, so I won’t judge,” I say settling back into him.
“How filthy are we talking?” he asks, propping himself up on an elbow.
Puffing air from my nose as I hold in a laugh, I shrug.
“Well, I’m a stripper. That gets me dirty points right off the mark. I’ve fucked you twice already tonight, and I kinda want to do it again so I can fall asleep with you inside me. That way, if you wake with morning wood I can take immediate advantage.”
As he considers that, his fingers circle my nipple, tugging gently. “That is pretty filthy. In a really appealing way.” Shifting his hips away from me, he presses his forehead to my spine, kissing me softly. “That wouldn’t freak you out?” he asks quietly as his fingers trail over my curves.
“Not with you.”
Reaching my hand behind me, I find he’s moved his hips away to keep his sizable boner from probing me. I love that I have this effect on him. Wrapping my fingers around it, I draw him closer again, inviting him back in.
We move together slowly, tenderly. His lips cover my shoulders and neck with kisses and his hot breath leaves my skin tingling. Every touch is gentle, making me feel precious; treasured.
Losing myself in his touch, I trust him to take us where we want to go. The sensation builds so gradually and pleasantly that I feel as if the whole experience is one long orgasm with a rush of relief at the end. Again I feel him release inside me and the deep rumble in his chest resonates through me as he presses to my back with his final movements.
Wrapping his arms around me, he kisses my hair and relaxes into his pillow, still inside me.
The fullness of it is unreal. The empty ache I’d felt when he’d pulled out previously is forgotten as I lie filled and content. Resting my arm over his, I pull it tighter around me and fall blissfully asleep.
AT THE SOUND OF THE alarm, I blink awake to find myself still wrapped in Serge’s embrace. Still inside me, he’s already stiff and all the sensitive nerves down there respond immediately in favor of his presence. Groaning, he pulls out and rolls over to hit the alarm.
I roll over too, ready to face him when he turns back. His big brown eyes meet mine and he stops.
“Everything okay?” he whispers.
Nodding, I climb on top of him, settling myself onto his erection. Releasing a surprised rush of air from his lungs, he quietly watches me as I move above him. His hands settle on my hips, but his eyes never leave mine. I don’t try and put on a show for him; I’m too caught up in his eyes. They hold me now as his arms held me last night. The warmth from them creates a deeper sensation inside me. There is more than physical desire in those eyes and the effect on me is overwhelming.
When I collapse on his chest, he wraps his arms around me again and presses his cheek to my head, breathing hard. “I can’t think of any better way to start the day, Violet,” he says with a groan. “Oh, what you do to me.”
His phone starts to ring and I make to move off him, but he holds me firm. “Let it ring. I want to keep dreaming just a little longer.”
Smiling into his hard chest, I bite his skin gently. “Don’t you have work?”
Groaning in a less pleased manner, he holds me tighter, as if to shield himself from reality with my body.
“Come on,” I say pulling myself up to see his face. “We need a shower. And coffee.”
His arms release their intensive hold and I roll off him, pushing him toward the edge of the bed with my foot.
Standing up in all his naked glory, Serge tries to pull a blanket around himself, but I yank it away. Looking down at me he tries to cover himself with his hands, vulnerable and exposed.
I smile, pulling the blanket further out of his reach. “I think you’re beautiful. Humor me.”
Blushing, he considers me a moment before dropping his hands and walking out to put the coffee on. His phone rings again and when he comes back in for it, he is standing taller and more confidently than when he left. His eyes stay locked with mine as he clears his throat and brings the phone to his ear. “Hello?”
His face changes as his eyes drop from mine. Looking down at himself, he scans the floor then crosses to his drawers and pulls out fresh boxers. Holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder, he whisks them on and turns to face me, his expression torn.
It’s enough to send my mood into the dirt, because I can guess who’s on the other end.
“Gina, I can’t understand you when you’re crying, take a breath. Are you alright? Why aren’t you coming in? Are you bleeding again? Where’s Rick?”
I sit up, worried by the look in Serge’s eye. “Does she need an ambulance?” I whisper.
Serge’s eyes widen and he shakes his head at me. “He what? Why?”
His eyes flit to me again and close slowly as if he’s in pain. What does that mean?
“Yes, of course I know. Yes, I’ve seen. No. Not at all. G Stop. What are you going to do?” Opening his eyes aga
in, Serge looks to me and smiles sadly. I pull the sheet closer around me, not liking the feeling that’s building inside me.
“Of course you can stay with me while you sort it out. You sound too upset to drive. Do you need me to come and get you?”
“Of course I can. I’ll see you soon.” Hanging up, he sets his phone on the night stand and stares at it a while. Turning to me, he raises his eyebrows and sighs.
“Lets get that shower. We need to go and pick up G. She and Rick have had a huge fight and they’re talking divorce.”
I think back to the dinner last night. They didn’t seem to be as loved up as some couples are, but they didn’t seem on the cusp of ruin. Watching Serge rush about the room getting out clothes, the sinking feeling in my gut intensifies.
“Why would they do that?”
Running a hand through his hair, he avoids my eyes and stays quiet. The guilt written all over his face speaks for him.
“Oh.”
It’s all I can say. Barely a word it’s so small and pathetic; just how I feel right now.
“You have first shower and then you can go get her straight away,” I say, nodding and shooing him away with my hands. Suddenly I want to be left well alone. “She’ll need you, not me. I’ll let myself out after I shower.”
His expression is still torn. “Are you sure?” he asks, reaching out a hand toward me. Leaning back, I nod.
Looking wounded, he lowers his hand. “Are we okay?”
Nodding, I point toward the bathroom. “Hurry up. It sounds like she’s really upset. The sooner you get there, the sooner you’ll know how to help. I don’t want to hold you up.”
“I don’t want to leave you alone after...”
“I’m fine. We had a great night. I woke up with you, I’ll be going home to people, don’t worry about me,” I say as bravely as I can. “Go! Get in the shower!”
