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twenty-six

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Tony

I lead Viv up to my bedroom. Since I took over the master when my parents moved out, I have my own private bathroom and a decent amount of space. I look over the room with a critical eye, wondering what she thinks. I’m not really much for decorating.

The walls are bare, no posters, no pictures. There’s a bed I put fresh sheets on this afternoon, a dresser, two nightstands, and an armchair in the corner. Shadow has a small bed and a basket of toys next to her tower. I’ve picked up the things I’d strewn about the room, but it still feels cluttered. Or maybe that’s just my imagination.

Viv looks around the room curiously. Folding my arms over my chest, I wait for her opinion.

“Where’s Shadow?” she asks.

I wasn’t expecting that.

“She sleeps in Cari’s room lately.”

“Because you’ve been staying with me.” It’s not a question.

I shrug. “I didn’t ask her to. She likes her.”

Viv bites her lip, and I step closer to her, setting my hands on her hips.

“What’s wrong?”

“Is it bad that I’m kind of glad she’s not sleeping in here?” Her face goes pink. “I don’t know that I’d be able to relax if she was in the room when we’re naked.”

A bolt of heat runs through me. “Oh? We’re getting naked?” I try to play it cool.

She pins me with a flat look. “If you think I’m going to lay in this bed beside you all night without touching you, you have another think coming.”

Shaking my head, I hide my smile by pulling her close for a kiss. She winds her arms around my neck, her chest pressed to mine so close she can probably feel my heart pounding for her.

Viv yields for me, melting into me. Slowly, I walk her toward the bed until it hits the back of her legs. To my surprise, she sits on the edge and then looks up at me, her dark eyes bright.

I grab the back of my T-shirt, pulling it up and off. It lands somewhere behind me. Her hands reach for the waistband of my joggers. My hard cock slaps up against my abs, leaving a smear of pre-cum on my skin. I shiver at the sensation.

When she wraps her hand around my cock, giving me a slow stroke, I nearly combust. She smirks up at me, a pleased look on her face.

And then she leans forward, wrapping her lips around me. She draws me into the tight heat of her mouth, her tongue playing with the sensitive spot beneath the head of my cock. I bite down on my knuckles to smother my groan.

Vivienne grabs my other hand, setting in on the back of her head. I thread my fingers through her hair, gripping the strands as she draws back and then takes me deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks.

My hips punch forward involuntarily and she lets out a soft sound. Immediately, I pull back to give her space to breathe, but she doesn’t let me. She takes me deeper, her hand moving to my ass and pulling me toward her.

Her other hand strokes the parts of me that won’t fit in her mouth. Her tight grip feels incredible. I think I could come just from this. But I don’t want the night to be over just yet.

My hand in her hair, I pull her head back until she draws off. She’s breathing hard, her face pink. My cock is wet with her saliva and I immediately regret leaving the perfect heat of her mouth.

Except her pleasure comes first. Every time. That’s a nonnegotiable for me.

As I reach for the hem of her shirt, she helps me lift it off. She’s wearing a soft, dark green bra and leggings. I don’t waste time in helping her out of them. They land somewhere on the floor behind me, as do her lacy boy short-style panties.

When she’s naked in my bed, staring up at me with want in her eyes, it’s like all my dreams have come true. Fuck chasing a gold medal at Worlds. Fuck going back to the Olympics. This is what I want. This is what’s important.

I cover her body with mine. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me further into her. My cockhead nudges her entrance, her hot, slick cunt on my skin making my eyes roll back in my head. I rock my hips into hers, not trying to enter her, slipping and sliding against her slick skin. Vivienne lets out a soft moan, throwing her head back.

Well, don’t mind if I do. Kissing down the column of her throat, I taste her skin, sucking on that sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder.

I make my way down the bed, paying good attention to her breasts. They’re the perfect handful, the pointed nubs begging to be tugged and licked and sucked. I make sure to devote equal attention to both, my hands and mouth busy. Her fingers card through my hair, holding me tight to her.

Her soft pants and breathy moans drive me absolutely crazy. I kiss my way down her belly to her core, opening her for me. She helps by spreading her legs wider. I draw one leg over my shoulder, then the other, before I dive in and taste her.

As much as I love being inside her, I think I could do this for the rest of my life and die happy. Don’t get me wrong, the physicality of sex and the emotional connection we share are toe-curling good. Bringing her pleasure? It makes everything better for me when she’s having a good time and enjoying herself. Her happiness is my highest priority at all times, in bed and out of it.

Vivienne’s heels dig into my back, her hands in my hair, as her face rides my mouth. She isn’t shy about taking what she needs from me. Slipping two fingers inside her, I search for that spot that drives her crazy.

When I find it, she lets out a loud, long groan, her head tipped back. She fists my hair, pulling at the strands almost to the point of pain. My cock jerks and leaks against the comforter.

But I don’t let up. I give her what she needs, again and again. And when she finally breaks, her walls fluttering around my fingers and drenching my hand, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

She reaches for me, pulling me by the shoulders until we’re face to face. Without hesitation, she kisses me, no doubt tasting herself on my lips. She deepens the kiss, our tongues tangling, our breaths commingling until we’re one soul in two bodies, forever intertwined.

Vivienne breaks the kiss, panting hard. “Please tell me you have a condom,” she says. Her fingertips trail down my torso, dipping into the divots of my abs, stopping just above my cock.

Rolling over, I dig in the nightstand for the brand new box I bought the other day. She wraps her body around mine, spooning me from behind. I have to admit, I like the feeling of her body pressed to mine like this. Her hand slides up my thigh to cup my balls, rolling them in her palm.

I tear a condom off the strip and turn back to her. She gives me a quick kiss before she grabs the condom from me, ripping it open and rolling the latex down my length, giving me a firm stroke. I expect her to settle against the bed, so I’m surprised when she grabs me by the shoulders and tosses me onto the bed.

My cock jerks. I didn’t think I’d be interested in being tossed around like a rag doll, but when Viv does it… yes. Please. Give me more. We’re roughly the same size, though I outweigh her by a good thirty pounds of muscle. She uses her strength and athleticism to manhandle me the way she wants me: on my back, with her straddling me.

She rises up on her haunches and positions the head of my cock at her entrance. Where I expect her to go slowly, she drives her hips down and slides down my length in one fluid motion.

A stuttered groan pulls from my throat. Her tight, wet heat surrounds my cock, engulfing me. My eyes roll back in my head and it takes everything in me to breathe through it without erupting.

Viv squeezes around me, pulling another groan from me. My hands fly to her hips and I squeeze, driving my fingers into her flesh until my knuckles turn white.

“You good?” She has a teasing smirk on her face. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

I let out a shallow breath. “Yeah. Keep going.”

She leans forward, her palms on my chest, her nails digging into my pecs until there’s little half-moon indentations in my skin. The new angle has me seeing stars. Her hips lift and then sink back down as mine lift to meet hers. She fucks herself on my cock, riding me like she was meant to do this and nothing else.

I crane my neck up and meet her for a desperate kiss. She’s everywhere, surrounding me. Our bodies are connected in the most intimate of ways, but she’s inside of me just as much as I am her. She’s clawed her way beneath the surface, shredding my defenses until I’ve been laid bare before her. And where that should terrify me… I know she’ll take good care of me. She won’t let anyone or anything hurt me, or come between us, or keep us apart. She’ll fight to the last to make sure I’m safe and protected.

I’d do the same for her, no hesitation. She’s quickly become an important person in my life. Possibly the most important. I’d move heaven and hell to get to her, to ensure her safety. Her happiness is my highest priority. I love her. I’ll do anything for her.

My entire body tenses. I love her. I want to tell her. I need to tell her.

But when she swivels her hips and takes me deep inside of her, I know this isn’t the right time. Not when there’s so many other things to focus on.

The sound of skin slapping skin is loud in the quiet room, punctuated by our pants and sighs and moans. The bed thumps against the wall. I can’t make myself care. Not when I have the most perfect woman in my arms, in my bed. Everything else can wait and be dealt with later.

Surging forward, I wrap my arms around her and sit up, forcing her to change her angle. She moves her hands to my shoulders, holding on for balance as she continues to ride me.

The new positioning lets me dip my head and suck her nipple into my mouth. My teeth scrape over the tight bud and she lets out a loud moan.

I let her nipple out of my mouth with a loud pop. “Shh,” I tease.

Her face is red and sweaty. She doesn’t slow her movements bouncing on my cock like it’s her own personal joystick, but she does flip me her middle finger before pushing my face back into her chest.

My hands cup her breasts, bringing them together as I bury my face between them. The day-old stubble lining my cheeks tickles her sensitive skin. When I nibble and suck on the underside of her breasts, Viv lets out a gasp and clenches around my cock so hard I nearly lose it right then and there.

“Oh, fuck,” she says, her voice strangled. Her rhythm falters. Her head drops back. “ Fuck .”

I let her use me, chasing her own pleasure. My thumbs drag over her nipples, playing with the peaks.

“Pinch them. Tug them,” she gasps. I do as she directs, kissing up the column of her neck. A bead of sweat drips down the hollow of her throat and I catch it with my tongue, sucking a mark into her skin.

She calls out my name as she comes, her tight channel tightening around me almost to the point of pain. Her hips jerk and twitch as she comes down, her body becoming soft and pliant. She melts into me until I’m the only thing holding her up.

It takes her a few moments to come back to herself, her eyelids heavy. She blinks a few times until she can focus on me. Her happy smile fades as our eyes meet.

I should tell her. I want to tell her.

I love her.

Viv clenches around me. “You didn’t come,” she whispers.

“Not yet.” I thread my hand through her hair, tipping her head back until I can kiss her.

She immediately deepens the kiss, her tongue tangling with mine in a fight for dominance.

I let her win. I’ll always let her win.

Sliding my hand down her spine, I flip her onto her back and drive deep inside of her. Her legs wrap around my waist, holding me close.

My hand closes around her ankle, drawing it over my shoulder until her leg is hooked behind my neck. She’s folded nearly in half, her breasts pressed tight to my chest as I thrust into her in a steady, punishing pace. The bed frame bangs into the wall over and over, punctuating each thrust with a loud thud.

Sweat slides down my back. The room is heavy with the scent of sex and her perfume, a light, fruity scent that I can’t get enough of.

I slide my hand down her flank and around to her spine, then down to her ass. I grab a solid handful and she nips at my lips, never giving up. She might win this battle, but I’ll win the war for her heart.

My fingers dig into her ass cheek, creeping inward. I’ve barely touched her back entrance when she explodes around me, squeezing my cock until I detonate. My release barrels into me, nearly bowling me over. My vision goes black and I think I stop breathing.

As I come down from my high, I become aware of her arms holding me close. I pull out of her and bury my face in her neck, breathing hard. Her heart is pounding against mine, an answering echo.

Vivienne’s hand runs through my sweaty hair, pushing back the messy strands. I lift myself up enough to kiss her and she smiles against my lips.

“I think we were a little loud.” She looks inordinately pleased with herself.

Pulling myself off her, I make my way to the bathroom to deal with the condom and clean up. When I return to the bed with a wet washcloth, she’s drawing the now sweaty, soiled comforter off the bed.

I pull her into my arms, breathing her in. I still can’t believe that I get to hold her like this, that she’s let me into her life.

Helping her clean up, I drag the wet cloth over her skin, taking care with the bruises on her hips and the reddened beard burn on her chest.

When we climb into the bed, she immediately burrows into me, her arms around my waist and her head on my chest.

“I think I like this,” she says.

“Oh?”

“Staying at your house.” She looks up at me. “I don’t know if your siblings will like it very much.”

“They can deal with it.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “I like having you here.” In my bed, yes, but also in my kitchen and also in my world. She’s burrowed her way into my heart.

“I like being here.” She lets out a yawn. “Tomorrow is going to suck.”

“Sorry.” I’m not sorry for keeping her up late. Not when it’s so enjoyable for the both of us.

She yawns again. “You’ll have to make it up to me.”

I kiss the top of her head. “Anytime.”