Page 46 of Insidious Heart
Instead, I just offer the facts. “You’ve had multiple opportunities to take from me, to do things without my willing participation and consent, but you haven’t. You’ve come to my rescue, you cleaned up a mess and kept me out of trouble. Your methods may have been unorthodox, but your intentions were good. That’s all that matters to me, Victor, and it’s why I haven’t thought for one second you’d take what I wasn’t willing to give, and it’s also why I never hesitated to give it.”
“Fucking amazing.” He shakes his head with a stunning smile. “That’s what you are, and it means you’re fucking mine now. So lift your hips and let me eat that pussy.”
Holy shit.
I had no idea I would like dirty talk this much, but I really do. I like it a lot coming from Victor, the man that killed in order to protect me then left me a charm bracelet afterward.
Planting my hands on my bed, I lean back on trembling arms and lift my hips then I watch as Victor’s fingers ghost up my legs before they curl over the top of both my scrubs and panties. He slides them down agonizingly slow, but the minute they’re gone, he pushes my thighs apart and Victor’s stare lands on my indecently wet core.
“Fuck,” he hisses as he opens me up to his heated gaze. “Already so fucking wet for me.”
Victor slides my butt to the edge of the bed then drapes my knees over his shoulders as he crouches, his warm breath fanning my slick skin. His eyes lift to mine, the question and opportunity to back out clear, but I just nod my head with a breathyyesseconds before Victor’s tongue snakes out and licks me from bottom to top in one firm, languid drag.
My back immediately arches and I ball the comforter up in my fists, but I don’t break his stare. No, I keep my eyes locked on Victor’s hooded ones and when he licks me again, following it up with a groan and a quick flick of my clit, I know without a doubt I’m going to come in record time.
I watch Victor eat my pussy like it’s his last meal, watching him watch me while he does; alternating between flattening his tongue in languid strokes, then circling and flicking my clit with firm ones before he pulls it between his lips and sucks. It’s almost too much, almost maddening the way Victor seems to know my body already, how he already knows exactly what I like and how to bring me to the edge with ease. And the fact that he’s watching me, those hooded, lust-filled eyes completely fixed on my face, it has warmth pooling low in my belly and spreading through every inch of my body like lava.
Especially when Victor lowers my right leg but doesn’t stop devouring my pussy, he just pushes my legs further apart as he licks and sucks, as he nips and flicks my clit and repositions himself so he can slip two fingers inside of me.
My pussy clamps down on them immediately, clenches around them hard, Victor curling those fingers on every forceful pump, and just when I can feel my orgasm creeping down my spine, there’s a fucking knock at my bedroom door.
“Stevie?”
Oh fuck.
How the hell did I forget Cal was still here?
My eyes snap to Victor, but he just grins at me from between my thighs. “Better answer him, little dove,” he whispers in between flicking my clit and fucking me with his fingers. “Don’t want him to get suspicious.”
I try to scowl, but it doesn’t work at all because my eyes damn near roll back into my head as Victor pumps his fingers faster and grazes my swollen bundle of nerves with his teeth.
Jerk.
“Stevie?” Cal knocks again. “I’m getting ready to take off, wanted you to know the prospects and patches are here.”
“O-okay.”
“You alright in there?”
I throw my head back and practically rip my comforter to pieces as my orgasm coils in my belly. “I-I’m fine!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I barely avoid screaming my response as I come, my hips rolling against Victor’s fingers and mouth. “I’m-I’m sure!”
“Maybe I should come in and—”
“I’m about to shower, I’m ok. I swear!” I lurch forward as Victor replaces his fingers with his tongue and fucks me like that, in and out, curling and spearing my pussy, and I keep coming as he pinches my clit and sends my orgasm to a new high. “I’m good, Cal, thank you!”
“Ok… I’ll see you in the morning then. You call if you need anything.”
“O-ok.” My hips are bucking wildly and my fingers are buried in Victor’s hair, pulling him closer with each tug. I’m riding his face like a fucking cowgirl and what has me writhing is the fact that I can feel him smiling as I come so hard I actually gush.
And he allows no time to recover as soon as it happens.
No, Victor jumps to his feet, drops his jeans, doesn’t give me any time to admire him at all or regain the ability to function, he just grabs my hips and slams into me hard enough to scoot the bed.
“What was that?” Cal barks from the other side of the door. “Stevie, I’m coming in, I—”
