“You better make it up to me,” I murmur into the kiss.
Vic automatically sinks to her knees in the middle of the living room, and I am not surprised.
Nor am I surprised when my cock is in her mouth before I’m aware of what’s going on.
“Holy shit!” I groan as her tongue dances around my shaft.
She licks and sucks and then takes my whole shaft in her mouth.
Vic loves to force herself to take me as deep as she can.
Pure.
Fucking.
Bliss.
Vic is always hungry for my cock, and for that I’m thankful.
Especially with the way she looks up at me, those innocent doe eyes with the length of my shaft half in her mouth, slick with her saliva.
My cock flexes in her mouth, and Vic dives in again, swallowing up as much as she can manage.
She chokes, gurgling ever so slightly.
Her face turns red, then purple, as she fights her need to breath with her lust for my cock.
She’s choking for breath when she finally pulls away.
God! She really turns me on when she does that!
I suddenly have all the power in our situation, again.
She dives back onto me, her mouth widening again as she crams my dick down her throat.
Her eyes water, and her mascara flows like black tears down her face as she expertly gobbles me.
The precum is flowing like water, as Vic sucks my cock furiously in the middle of the living room.
The head of my length hits the back of her throat.
Then, she moans.
My eyes are closed, my hands entangled in her hair, and when I look down because I’m about to blow a creamy load down her throat, she’s got her hand between her legs.
“Fuck!” I scream as she moans again, and the vibration tips me over the edge into orgasm.
Vic sucks back every drop of the salty liquid as though she’s starving for it.
Immediately, I push her back, down against the floor to get her underwear off, and dive between her legs.
I lap at the wetness between her slit, lap at her clit, and before I know it her legs are clenched against my head and she’s screaming loudly.
“Oh! My God!! Ev!” she moans.
I’m too drunk to care she didn’t call me “Master”.
My tongue dives between her folds, delving deeper before I slide it back along her clit, in alternating slow and fast motions that drive her insane.
“Fuck!” she moans.
She’s got her hands in her hair, pulling at it like she’s about to explode.
Vic shakes, her entire body convulsing with orgasm after orgasm, and I continue to eat her out like there’s no fucking tomorrow.
My face is slick with her delicious pussy juice and her fragrance has my cock standing rock-hard at attention, again.
I keep going until she begs me to stop because her clit is over-sensitive.
I look up at her, and I see that satisfied look on her face.
“Am I forgiven?” I ask.
Vic thinks about this for a moment.
“You’re going to have to do more than lick my pussy, to get my forgiveness,” she scolds me.
Her tone is viciously sexy.
Goddamn, this woman is all I need.
4
Victoire
December 25, 2017
I wake up before Evan, chug three glasses of water, take an aspirin, and thank all that might be holy.
After our fuck-fest, I puked for most of the night, and my hangover is minimal.
I feel a little regret that I threw up all that expensive food but decide it’s just what I deserve for losing my control with Evan like that.
I should have stopped sooner with the drinking, but I was too angry about Leigha.
What a fool I’ve been!
Evan and I rarely wake up next to each other, and if we do, I’m always the first out of bed.
One thing is for sure: six or seven martinis is far too many.
That’s never stopped me before, however.
That last thing I remember is leaving the restaurant, and then everything blurs.
I remember getting the most incredible orgasm from Evan right on the floor of the living room, but not much else.
Also, I’m slightly sore from being pounded by Evan all night long.
Incredible, fantastic, drunk sex.
There’s something about a man that isn’t afraid to fuck me hard.
Maybe that’s why I crave him all the time?
I step outside on the patio to make the obligatory Christmas day phone calls.
The rehab facility answers on the first ring.
“I’m calling for Michael Bishop,” I say into the phone.
“One moment,” the voice on the line says.
I wait ten minutes before the voice returns.
“I have Michael Bishop for you, please go ahead,” the voice announces.
“Dad?”
“Merry Christmas. Vicky,” my dad says into the phone.
“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” I say.
There’s a huge smile on my face.
“What are you up to? Did you jet off somewhere I’d rather be?” he laughs into the phone.
“I’m in Hawaii,” I admit.
“Hawaii! Wow! My Vicky, the world traveler! How’s the job going?” my dad questions.
“Um, good,” I hesitate.
“What’s wrong?” he asks automatically.
Even this far from me, in an upstate rehab facility, my dad knows something is wrong.
“I’m here with, with my boss’ son,” I admit.
“That Evan Stone kid, right?” My dad asks.
“How did you know?” I ask.
“They’re always in the papers. If you marry that boy Vicky, you’ll be set for life,” my dad’s suggestion isn’t out of the blue.
“Daddy, I’m not getting married anytime soon,” I protest.
“All I want for you, is to settle down with a family, don’t make the same mistakes I did,” he tells me honestly.
My dad is always honest with me.
I can’t say the same lately.
“I’ve got good news,” I tell him to change the subject.
“Oh?” he asks.
“Your facility has been paid for another six months,” I say.
“That’s great Vicky, are you making that much money? It must cost a lot,” my dad seems unsure.
“Trust me, daddy, I’ll handle it,” I tell him.
“All right Vicky, just promise me you’ll be careful, don’t do anything stupid, and I love you,” my dad’s voice is jovial.
“Love you too, Daddy,” I return his sentiment.
“I’m betting on you,” comes my dad’s reply.
He’s always betting on me.
“Your dad?” Evan asks, suddenly behind me.
“Evan! It’s rude to listen in on phone calls, you know!” I snap at him.
How much of that did he hear!
“I heard you say you loved your daddy. I didn’t peg you for a ‘daddy’s girl,’ considering you rarely talk to him,” Evan adds.
“Shut-up,” is all I can come up with.
“Fuck! Last night was good!” Evan changes the subject.
“Wasn’t it?” I fall into the conversation.
Mostly because I don’t want to talk about my father.
My phone rings and it’s Grace, so I shoo Evan away.
“Merry Christmas, Vic,” Grace says in a bored tone.
“Merry Christmas, Grace,” I reply with a laugh.
“God, I hate the holidays. Did you talk to Dad already?” Grace asks.
“Yeah, you?” I ask.
“Of course,” Grace laughs.
“He seems like he’s doing okay,” she adds.
“Well, as okay as he can be,” I say, cautiously.
“I have news,” Grace says hesitantly.
“Oh?” I say carefully.
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“I’m engaged!” Grace screams into the phone.
“Engaged!” I scream back at her.
We scream for a minute at each other, the excitement too much for us both.
Grace! My sister! Engaged!
I’m so happy for her.
“His name is Isaac, he’s from New York, and we’ve been traveling together for the last month or two. Oh, Vic, I know this is it! I can’t believe I met a man who gets me, he understands me and loves me for who I am,” she beams.
“Gracie, don’t you think this is a bit sudden?” I ask..
“Oh Vic, but it’s so right,” she replies.
Grace sounds so happy.
A small, jealous part of me wants to rain on her parade.
I shove it back down where it belongs, feeling a bit ugly about myself.
I love Grace.
She’s a pain in my ass sometimes, but she deserves to be happy.
“Does he know about dad?” I lower my voice.
“He does,” Grace admits.
“He understood everything, and he’s just… Isaac is so perfect for me. You will love him! We’ll have lunch when you’re back in New York. You’ll be my Maid of Honor, right?” she asks.
Then she rattles off details about what kind of wedding they will have.
I’m suddenly sick to my stomach over this.
I’m happy for Grace, no doubt, but something has unsettled me.
“I am so happy for you, Grace! Even if you did beat me to getting engaged!” I tell her.
“Call me when you get back!” she says.
“Tell Evan ‘Hi!’ from us both!” she giggles.
“Bye, Gracie! I love you!” I say.
“Love you too, Vicky!” she says, and hangs up.
When I re-enter, I smell breakfast, and two plates are on the breakfast bar.
Evan has already dug into one.
“How long was I on the phone?” I say, bewildered.
“Long enough?” Evan suggests.
“How’s your sister?” he asks.
“Engaged to a man she’s known for two months, but ecstatically happy, so what I can I say. His name is Isaac,” I shrug.
“That’s a little quick,” Evan admits.
He gestures at the fine breakfast.
“Complements of the maître d from last evening. You know, I never did get his name!” Evan laughs.
“But if you know, you know,” he continues.
“Look at Tinsley and my father. He would’ve married her within six minutes if it wasn’t for all that bullshit,” Evan explains.
I contemplate telling Evan about my dad.
It’s so much more complicated for me than it is for Grace.
I'm the one who pays off his debts, I pay for his rehab, and Grace knows none of this.
She'd probably be mad if she did know, mostly because she sees this as his problem.
I don’t.
We’re family, and family sticks together.
Evan isn’t family, so there’s no reason I should tell him about my father.
“So, you want to go see a volcano today?” Evan smirks.
I sit down, and pour some juice and coffee, and assemble an English muffin.
“Oh?” I ask.
I take a bite of it.
Crispy!
“Or we could go hiking if you'd brought proper shoes,” he suggests further.
“Volcano tomorrow, hiking today?” I reason.
Evan shrugs.
“Whatever you want, babe,” he replies, then he kisses me on the forehead.
Babe?
“I’m going to shower,” Evan announces.
I watch him go out, and then take a look at the television, to see what other surprises the resort might offer.
I eat slowly, and take a shower in my private washroom, to avoid Evan.
I don’t need another shower kiss like the one that made me weak for him.
Slipping into a barely-there string bikini in a pinky-nude color, light enough to make me look naked at any distance, I slyly put myself together so as to make Evan crave me.
Evan enters the bedroom as I zip up my pair of white short-shorts.
“Holy shit!” he exclaims, his wide eyes staring at me.
I pull on a low-cut tank top before he can take in the full view.
“Your body is banging, you know that, right?” Evan asks.
“Ev, I think you’ve reminded me a few times,” I joke.
“Can I remind you again, and then show you how much I appreciate, your body?” he growls.
He steps close to me, and it is very tempting.
It takes significant will-power to deny him.
“Not right now,” I say, trying to sound dismissive.
It doesn’t really come out that way.
Evan growls.
I only say no because I know I will get the benefit of his delayed hunger for more later.
I would love nothing more than to have him rip my clothes off and do whatever he wants to me; he has that kind of power.
He knows it.
I lick my lips, and Evan winks.
Evan’s hard-on is evident through his shorts.
“Ok. Babe. Have it your way. For now. Babe,” he grins.
Even though I work-out rigorously to keep in shape, it’s hard to keep up with Evan as we hike the Mahana Ridge Coastal trail.
The Kapalua Coastal Trail was another choice, but Evan thought that would be too easy for us.
Since when is comfortable bad?
I’m on vacation!
But nonetheless, I chase after Evan, who is only slightly taller than I am.
At 5’10, I tower over most men.
But not Evan, who I’ve lost on the trail, in the middle of this rainforest, jungle-type deal that honestly gives me the creeps.
I’m not a bug person, really.
This isn’t my idea of fun, but it’s always good to try something new, right?
“Evan!” I call his name.
No answer.
“Ev, come on, this isn’t funny!” I call louder.
I descend a slope when Evan comes out of nowhere.
“Boo!” he screams.
“Holy shit!” I yell, and suddenly I careen all the way down the slope, my head goes over my legs, and then I’m face up on the ground, the wind knocked out of me.
“Oh! My God!! Vic did you seriously just fall?” Evan calls.
“Ow!” I manage.
That hurt!
Evan laughs as he holds an outstretched hand to me.
“Get away from me!” I tell him coldly and swat his hand away.
“I don’t need your help if you’re going to laugh at me because you made me fall in the first place!” I rage at him.
Evan kneels in front of me.
“I’m sorry, it was just fun, you know, fun? You’ve had this grouch face on from the moment we started this trail, and we’re almost at the top,” he says.
Evan’s voice is slow and deliberate.
One of those handsome, real smiles, appears on Evan’s face.
“Come on,” he says, and holds out his hands.
I sigh.
I let Evan help me up and pull me close so he can wrap his arms around my waist.
If I let him kiss me now, I don’t know what door that will open.
I push him away.
“Come on,” I whisper.
Reluctantly, he lets me go.
I turn around to continue walking the trail and take one wrong step.
The edge of the cliff isn’t where I want to go, but suddenly I’m unsteady at the border, about to lose my balance.
The drop is long!
I don’t even have time to scream before I feel the weight of my body lightens.
All I hear is a roar in my ears, my heart beats so fast I don’t know left from right.
I’m going to fall!
I barely have time to let out a scream before Evan grabs me, and the only thing I’m awa
re of is his tight hold on my waist and the sudden pull.
Gravity sends us both to the ground, and I hit the hard, packed dirt with a yowl of pain.
“Oh! My God! Are you okay Vic?” Evan asks, breathless.
“I think I just died,” I tell him.
I shake with his arms around me.
I suck in every single breath gratefully, lucky to be alive, and fortunate that Evan saved me.
“You saved my life!” I cry, then wrap my arms around him.
“Vic, you’re okay,” Evan whispers in my ear.
“But I almost died! I would have!” I mumble into his t-shirt.
Evan let’s out a sigh and pulls me into his arms.
“Thank-god you’re okay,” his voice is so soft.
When I look up at him, with tears in my eyes, he’s got an expression on his face that I can’t read.
I kiss him.
I let the warmth of his smooth lips against mine wash over me, a shiver runs across my entire body.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as he pulls me closer and deepens the kiss.
He kisses me slow, and long.
There is no fire behind it, just raw emotion.
My mind can’t go anywhere.
It’s blank.
We reach the top hand in hand, and the beautiful rainforest around us is a sight, unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.
It amazes both of us, and I feel Evan squeeze my hand.
“Let’s take a picture,” he says.
I nod.
Evan pulls me close, drapes an arm around my cheek and extends his arm to catch the background.
The phone clicks as we both smile.
He takes another picture, this time he kisses my cheek, and then, when we kiss a third time, all else is forgotten.
Our kisses have somehow changed, and I can’t put my finger on why.
Rather, I don’t want to.
Evan shoves the phone back into his pocket, and we continue down the trail.
It’s a hike to where the car is parked, but I don’t mind, holding on to Evan, bumping into him dreamily as we walk.
We walk in silence; something has intensified; I’m not ready to face that yet.
Even the car ride back to the hotel is silent as we sit in the back together, gently holding each other.
We look at the rainforest, marveling at nature, the clear, blue skies, and the volcanoes.
I’m not sure if I don’t say anything because of the incredible views, or because of my fear.
I have butterflies in the pit of my stomach.
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