I GLANCE IN THE MIRROR, catching sight of long, red lines incised down my shoulders and back.
Vee’s beautiful face, all pink from oxygen deprivation, will always be my favorite view.
I planned this session longer. I wanted to make her come on my lips and fingers at least once more, but her last orgasm stripped my fucking sanity.
I didn’t have to move. In fact, I wasn’t moving. I was still, balls-deep inside Vee’s pussy, watching her come, listening to the breathless, titillating gasps, and that’s all it took.
You’d think I’m sixteen again. No control.
I clean myself off, grab a washcloth, run it under the faucet, and go back to bed. Vee’s flat on the bed, my t-shirt draped over her beautiful body.
“Oh, thank you,” she says, reaching for the washcloth only to have her hand swatted away. “I’ll do it myself, Conor. I—”
“I fill you, and I clean you. That’s how it’ll work with us, so make peace with it fast.” I grip her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, and nudging her knees. “Open up.”
She shakes her head, sinking those white teeth into her bottom lip. A gesture that instantly makes me feral.
“I don’t want you to do this. I can clean myself up.”
“Either you open your legs and let me wipe my cum off your sweet pussy, or I’ll push your knees back to your chest and finger-fuck you until you’re dripping… and I’ll still get my way.”
Her eyes widen, telling me which option she prefers. I toss the washcloth onto the bedside table, drawing Vee even closer. Close enough that her ass hangs over the edge of the bed, leaving her no choice but to pull her knees back far enough to keep her balance.
“Perfect,” I say, looking her over. “Next time I have you like this, I want you in knee-high socks and a bralette.”
She holds my gaze as I touch the underside of her knee and slide along the back of her thigh, making her squirm.
“You’re making a bigger mess,” she half-says, half-moans when I dip two fingers in her pussy.
“I don’t give a fuck about the mess,” I whisper when her head falls back as she grinds into my hand. “I’ll have so much fun testing your limits, baby. Something tells me you’re tough to satiate.”
Case in point. She just came three times, so hard she wasn’t far from blacking out, but here she is, soaking wet and a little sticky as I stroke her G spot, dipping my head to her lips.
“That’s it. You’re loving this, aren’t you? You want me to own you, Little Bee? I took it easy on you before. You think you can handle me when my brakes give out?”
I kiss the column of her throat, fastening her wrists to the mattress above her head with my free hand, doubling my efforts the more her walls spasm around my fingers.
Every soft moan flying past her lips adds more blood to my cock. I press it against her hip, letting her feel how much I fucking want her even though I just had her.
“You think you’ll love it when I’ve got you helpless, tied, unable to move, my hand on your throat, controlling how much air you pull down?”
An incoherent whisper is the only answer I get.
Fuck. I thought I could do this, but my cock wants to join the action too much to ignore.
“No, no, please… I’m so close,” she whines when I pull my fingers out, flip her onto her stomach, and spread her wider, one knee bending to her chest, the other leg arrow straight. “Oh God…” she gasps when I enter her, falling forward as I brace on my elbows to stop me burying her in the mattress.
“We’ll be fucking like bunnies for weeks before we go back to dinners, walks, and spending time with other people,” I say, pulling out and pushing back in. “I’d grab the edge of the bed if I were you. And maybe bite the pillow.”
The second I plunge back into her, she takes both suggestions to heart and goes one step further, seizing fistfuls of the comforter, her spine denting beautifully.
“Tap out if it’s too much, okay?”
“Yes, yes, okay, just don’t stop.”
I don’t. Not when she comes the first time, nor less than a minute later when she comes again, gouging her nails deep enough into my arm to hurt.
My hand lands on her butt, the clap reverberating throughout the room. It probably travels downstairs, too. Her ass pinks up, and she floods my cock with more arousal.
“Your pussy tells me you like that,” I groan, resting my forehead on the back of her head.
I’ll find every single thing that makes this girl tick. I’ll make every one of her fantasies come true, even if it fucking kills me.
***
Bunnies might be an understatement. We don’t leave the room for the rest of the night. By the time we’re ready to take a break, we’ve gone three more rounds.
We’re sweaty and sticky, so I haul Vee into the shower, quickly wash off, and change the bedsheets while she’s brushing her teeth.
Mia stopped by—thankfully between sessions two and three—to drop off girly toiletries, so Vee’s got the essentials, and I add shopping for girly shit to my list.
I want her to have everything she might need here, even if it means buying sanitary pads or pink razor blades.
The next morning I expect Vee to be out of bed already when I wake up, but she’s asleep on her back, face burrowed into the pillow. Three minutes later, she’s not sleeping. She jerks the covers aside, cheeks bright pink when she finds me between her legs, licking her awake.
“Morning, baby. Don’t mind me,” I say, pushing a finger inside her. “As you were. Put the covers back.”
“You’re insane,” she muses, her lips forming an o when I add a second finger and suck her clit. “Oh shit… I take that back.” She covers my head with the comforter. “You’re a genius. A very generous, oh, God… genius.”
I huff a laugh.
Once again, there’s no way I can deny myself the pleasure of feeling her convulsing in climax around my cock.
She’s fucking addictive, this girl.
Pretty, soft, wet… mine.
Twenty minutes later, she’s too mellow to protest when I fetch a washcloth and clean her up, pressing a few soft kisses on her thigh. I could get used to having her around all the time real fast…
“I should start working out to keep up with you.” She stretches on the bed while I pull out fresh clothes. “My legs feel like jelly.”
“We’ll be back in bed as soon as we eat.”
“I’m not hungry, and you… you already ate this morning.”
I smirk, tossing her a pair of sweatpants. “C’mon, smartass. How are you planning on keeping up with me if you don’t eat? You’re a flimsy thing. You’ll pass out before noon.”
“You want to spend the rest of the day in bed?”
“No. I want to spend the rest of the day in you.”
She gets up, smiling at me like she did on Halloween before she learned my last name. “That can be arranged.”
Everyone’s already downstairs when we join them ten minutes later. Cody’s brewing everyone coffee while Colt’s making breakfast.
The smell of fresh omelets lingers in the air, reminding me how hungry I am. I don’t usually go an hour without munching something, but I’ve not eaten anything other than Vee’s pussy since six o’clock last night.
My stomach has wrapped itself around my spine by now.
“Are you going somewhere?” I ask Nico, seeing he’s dressed to head out.
“Yeah, the roads to the hospital are fairly clear, so we’ll visit Theo and Thalia.”
“Do you know how the roads are around Bayside Trailer Park?” Vee asks, her cheeks blooming at the word trailer.
Her eyes flicker to my brothers as if she expects to catch them… I don’t know, pulling faces or something?
“Yeah, Shawn said most of the town is clear. You can get over there fine, but the road leading up to the park is still blocked, so cars can’t go through.”
“It’s not a long trek. I should probably get back home.” She looks at me, her pretty eyes apologetic. “My boss texted me last night that he’s reopening the shop tomorrow, so I guess The Well will be back in business, too.”
As if her father can hear our conversation, her phone rings, Dad flashing on the screen before Vee rushes out, soft footsteps pitter-pattering away until I can’t hear a word she’s saying.
“You need a soundproof bedroom, bro,” Cody heaves, leaning closer to me, so he doesn’t have to raise his voice. “Man, what kind of steroids are you on? You were at it for hours!”
“What I need is my own place.”
“No,” Nico snaps. “You’re not even out of college, and you.” He points a finger at Cody, his features pinching into his signature expression that makes you want to flee for your very life. “Get some fucking earplugs. I’ve heard you with different girls more times than I can count, yet I never gave you any shit.”
Colt scoffs, leaning against the counter. “He’s not giving him shit, bro. He’s looking for pointers.”
“Find a girl you’ll just want to watch, and you’ll be fine,” I chuckle, patting Cody’s shoulder before turning to Nico. “We graduate in five months. I’m not sure if you remember, but you’re not our father.”
He grinds his teeth, temper flaring quicker than a struck match, but just when he’s about to go off, Mia’s heels click-clack down the stairs and Nico’s entire demeanor changes before our eyes. He cracks his neck, inhaling a calming breath. The sheer thought of his girl works wonders on his mental state.
“We’ll talk about you moving out when you graduate.”
We’ll see about that.
