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T his is a mistake. A huge mistake. Not the part about fucking Viv in the stairwell. Or even the part about where I cheated and barely gave her a chance to win.

No, having her suck my dick is a mistake.

I’m already close to blowing, and once her lips touch me, I know it’ll be torture in the best way.

I don’t give a fuck that we’re here and not in my room and on my bed.

I promised myself this would last longer, and I plan to take my goddamn time.

Just have to keep thinking of old hags and infected tattoos.

Anything to keep me from enjoying the moment completely and letting go.

This might be the hardest trial of my life.

I grab the base of my dick and hold the tip up to her lips, painting them with her arousal.

She just looks at me with wide eyes, and I grit my teeth from coming just from looking at her like this alone.

She’s naked. Not a stitch on her. Half kneeling, half sitting on stairs that put her at the perfect height as I stand a few steps below.

She might be a fighter, but her skin looks flawless.

No giant scars that give away her being anything but sexy as fuck.

And all mine.

“Open,” I demand, then slowly push my cock between her parted lips.

I don’t fuck her mouth like I did her pussy.

I don’t want to scare her into never doing this again.

It was different when I was in her tight snatch.

I’ve been there before, know it can fit me.

Down her throat, though? Pretty sure only circus performers can take me fully.

But I don’t give a fuck, because my girl has her lips around my head and is sucking her essence off me.

And she’s loving it from the moans and groans coming out of her, each one sending a vibration through her mouth that just has me edging a bit at a time toward the back of her throat.

She doesn’t protest, but her eyes water even as she keeps them closed now that half my thick cock is tickling the back of her throat.

She doesn’t have a gag reflex apparently, but I’m not going to chance her taking more than she needs to.

Especially not for the first time. I’m all for going again, building up her tolerance for me.

I plan to be in her mouth, pussy, ass—whatever she wants, wherever she wants, just as long as we keep doing this.

I didn’t like us fighting before. Glad that part is over.

I don’t know if it’ll come back up or if we’re both good with ignoring it till it explodes against us down the road.

And it will come back. I want her safe, and till we catch the stalker, that might be a problem.

Also, I really don’t like her getting hurt, but I think I can live with watching her fight.

As long as I get a pass to beat on anyone who takes it too far.

Still have to run that part by her. I doubt she’ll say yes or even agree to any of my terms, but I’ve got to voice them. If I don’t, I won’t be able to live with myself.

“Oh, baby, you’re doing so well.”

She blinks open her eyes, and another tear rolls down her cheek. I shudder at the sight, fighting to not come down her throat.

And then she swallows .

Goddammit.

I pull out quickly and slide my hands under her arms, pulling her up and sitting her on the banister. She grabs the rails above her for the second flight, but she needn’t worry. I won’t let her fall. Ever.

I catch my breath, leaning my forehead to hers. “Fuck,” I pant and shut my eyes to focus on counting. I need more time. But she’s so freaking perfect that I can’t hold off much longer.

Opening my eyes, I see she’s staring at me with just as much desire in her eyes as I feel in my soul.

“Okay, don’t think too much about this, but I’m about to fuck you like I hate you.”

She nods rapidly, and that’s all I need to thrust my cock back inside her and fuck her like I’ve dreamed of doing every night since I met her.

Her scream ricochets off the walls, and I know someone, maybe all of them, can hear us. But even if the building collapses right now, I’m not stopping.

She’s going to be sore tomorrow. She’s probably sore right now. But I can’t slow down. I need more. I need it all.

“Come with me.”

She shakes her head, and I cup the back of it to connect our foreheads, speaking softly to her as I continue to fuck her like she’s no one special. But she is. She definitely is.

“Please, baby. I need it. I need you to come. Do it for me.”

She shakes her head against my skin. “I… I can’t.”

I move my hand down and grab her boob, massaging it as she moans from the contact. I’m still mostly dressed, and she’s on full display, giving me access to do whatever the fuck I want.

“Do it, baby. Come on.”

She keeps shaking her head as if she thinks she can deny me. But she can’t.

I tug on her nipple, pulling a guttural scream from her that also floods her pussy. She might say no and scream as if she hates it, but her body is telling me a different story.

I slide my face along her jaw till my lips touch her ear. “Come on, Menace. Don’t be a bitch and just lie there and take it.”

I bite her ear, pull her nipple, and plunge my entire shaft into her all at once, and she lights up like a fucking Christmas tree. She’s beautiful when she comes, and I let myself enjoy it for a second more before I let go myself, calling out her name.

“How many people saw us, do you think?”

I shrug. It has her head moving a bit. After that fantastic finish, I needed a shower. Even though Viv didn’t say so, I know she wanted one too. Not just because of my cum dripping down her thigh, but because her ass was on a handrail, and God only knows what else was on there.

I paused in my finger-combing of her hair, just like I did when I saw my essence trickle down her leg when I set her back on solid ground.

She must have thought I was panicking that I went without a condom.

And I was. Just not in the way she thought when she quickly said it was okay, that she has a birth control implant.

I mean, that’s good. Great even. No risk of kids and all. She even went on to say she was clean and hasn’t been with anyone for months. I mumbled out that I haven’t been with anyone since a few weeks before I left Kansas.

Or I think that’s what I said. I was still lost in the sight.

And I don’t know what possessed me, but one moment I was watching it slide down her thigh, and the next I was using my fingers to scoop it back up and push my fingers inside her again, pumping them in and out in a slow, steady rhythm to keep all of me inside her.

She grabbed my wrist, but not to push me away, just to hold on.

I looked into her eyes. They always seem to be dark blue, but that’s just the eyeliner effect.

Being that close to her while I fingered her, I saw everything.

The small green flecks that contrasts the blue just enough to put a bit of aqua in the middle layer before patterning out like a starburst into the deep blue.

I explored her face while I continued my slow and steady movements below.

Her mouth was open, parted just enough to allow air to flow.

Her lips were full, not a single stain of lipstick on them but perfectly pink and plump.

Her jaw strong for her oval face and her bruising did nothing to distract from everything that makes her beautiful.

When I felt her about to crash over, I sealed my lips around hers and took her release within me. That one, just that one, was for me. The other releases were hers, but this one was all mine. And I refused to let another hear what was mine.

I resume my finger-combing and speak the truth. “A few.”

She chuckles at my small lie. We both know it was more than a few, but it’s the polite thing to say.

I know at least one person heard, maybe even saw us.

After her last orgasm, once I was content enough that nothing of mine would fall out of her, I pulled my shirt off and put it on her.

Having her try to slide into her clothes after what we just did seemed silly to me.

While she fussed with my shirt, I jogged down the last few steps and picked up her shirt and pants.

It made it easier on me with her going without underwear and a bra; I only had to pick up a few things.

And that’s when I saw the red hair in the window.

His back was to me, probably keeping guard.

Maybe I should tell Mickey thanks the next time I see him, but I won’t.

And I doubt he’ll expect me to. I wouldn’t if things were reversed.

It’s just what brothers do. They look out for one another.

We took the stairs up to my room without passing a single person on the way, but even if we had, both of us would have held our heads high. Nothing to be embarrassed about. We got off, had fun, and were going to get cleaned up.

The shower was just for cleaning. I wasn’t about to push Viv more than I already had.

A small part of me was worried that I went too far.

But then I remembered who was in the shower with me.

This girl ain’t like the rest. If I pushed, she’d push me back and then start punching the shit out of me.

I have to believe she’d tell me if I went too far.

Still, I kept my touch light as I washed her.

Well… light in that I didn’t grip her pebbled nipples like I wanted or sink my teeth into her plump ass when I got on my knees to wash every inch of her.

I especially didn’t lick up her sweet cunt wh en I had her lean against the wall as I pulled up each leg to wash the bottom of her feet and between her toes.

I could see her. I could see all of her.

I couldn’t look away from the glistening between her pretty little thighs, but I held back.