Lucky Fall (4 page)

“No, Julianne, I want you to watch me do this. I want to see your reaction.”

I sat back up, staring at him.

He took my hands, kissing my palms before resting them on his head. “Your mouth is delicious, but I want to taste everything.” He curled his strong arms around each of my thighs, managing to spread my legs and draw me closer in the same instance. Victor kissed me firmly on my inner thighs then ran that talented tongue up and down my entrance.

I started moaning immediately, and if his arms weren’t so strong, I’d have been squirming from the ecstasy of his touch, but he kept me in place. He entered me in a swift movement, causing me to scream. He flung each of my legs over his shoulders and cupped my ass, slowly squeezing it as his tongue darted inside me.

I stared down at his upturned face, as mesmerized by his piercing blues eyes as I was by the carnal stimulation of the act. I pulled his hair, which only urged him to go faster.

“Victor!” I let go, shaking from the pleasure building in my core. I climaxed, feeling the energy travel through my veins. It was the strongest orgasm I’d ever had, and I knew why—it had been building, readying to erupt with every sexual remark and sensual slow gesture he’d offered.

I found myself flat on my back, feeling the after-effects of the act. Victor wasn’t done, though. He was still sucking my pussy, slowly rubbing my clit.

“Victor?” I wondered if he hadn’t realized I’d climaxed.

He chuckled. “I’m not done yet and neither are you. You’re so fucking appetizing.”

Wow!
It was a completely foreign experience for me—John had done it for me, but it had been more of an obligation. With Victor, it seemed like he was getting some great satisfaction of his own by going down on me. My breathing quickened as the next orgasm hit me, each cell screaming out in pleasure.

When I finally stopped writhing, I looked up to see him gazing at my naked body with hungry lust. I studied him, still unsure if I was dreaming. His hair was messy from my tugging, with several locks falling across his forehead. They were just long enough that when he leaned over me, they brushed my face. His shoulders were broad and his chest was almost bare except for the trail of dark hair that disappeared into his boxer briefs, and the tribal tattoo adorning his right side.

“You’re overdressed,” I said, staring at the bulge that awaited me under that last piece of fabric between us.

“Take care of it,” he ordered, then stood up and gestured for me with his finger. I positioned myself in front of him. He put a hand on either side of my face, caressing it. “I want you on your knees,” he said in a quiet, commanding voice that could probably make me do anything. He must be very successful—it was easy to believe people did exactly as he said. I eased my way to the floor, kneeling so I was eye level with his stiff cock, but I didn’t want to become fully acquainted just yet. I slowly stroked him through the material.

He moaned in response, letting his head roll back. “Stop teasing me, sweet Julianne. I need your mouth on me.”

His words were garbled, tuning me on immensely. I rolled down his briefs, trying to be seductive. It failed miserably when his cock sprang forth, hitting me in the face. Damn, he was huge.

“Sorry,” he said, not hiding his grin. “It has a mind of its own.”

“I can see that. It just attacked me.”

His grin widened as he stared at me, but his eyes darkened with need. “I want you to stop talking with that sassy mouth of yours and use it to fuck me.”

He placed one hand on the back of my head and the other on his cock, running the tip over my lips. I parted my mouth. He pushed his erection into my mouth, but stopped, peering down at me, waiting for me to take more. There was no way I could take all of him, but I took what I could before my gag reflex set in, tightening my lips against him and darting my tongue around his erection. Wetness leaked from his tip, and I swallowed, surprised that the taste wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, I liked it. I rubbed his tight balls in my hand.

“Has anyone come inside you like this?”

I shook my head, slowly. He groaned as if he was pleased, but I wasn’t sure if it was the knowledge he’d be the first, or the movement since my mouth was still full of him.

“Then you should stop.”

I didn’t comply and he grunted in animated approval. He guided me, drawing me deeper, a little more forcefully each time. There was something erotic in the act, fueling me to satisfy him in every way possible. I tightened my lips and let him control his own indulgence, using my mouth as a vessel for his pleasure. His balls released and the taste of him invaded me in a strong climactic gush as he cried out my name.

“Oh, God, Julianne.”

I swallowed, gulping loudly, feeling a newfound confidence in my own abilities. He clasped my arms, helping me to stand, and wrapped his arms around me. He buried his head in my neck, breathing hard.

“How do I taste?” he asked, in a choked voice.

I laughed. “Delicate,” I said, then rolled my tongue inside his mouth.

He stiffened against my waist.
Damn—how’s he hard again?

“I need to fuck you…now.”

He eased me onto the bed and crawled toward me. The tip of his stiff cock grazed against my body with his advance. His eyes darted to the nightstand, and I looked over, not sure whether to be offended or impressed by the items there. Three condoms were lined up, along with a bottle of lube.

“Were you just confident that I’d agree or did you have backup plans?” A surge of jealousy coursed through me like poison pumping through my veins.

“If you hadn’t come, the condoms wouldn’t have any use, but the lube was necessary either way. I just like being prepared.”

“Why three?” Did he seriously think either of us would be able to orgasm three more times?

He smirked, tracing the outline of my mouth with his finger. “Do you think we’ll need more?”

I laughed, shocked how that was possible when a moment ago my whole body had been rigid as I wondered if he’d invited another girl here.

“Don’t worry, beautiful, I’m demanding, but you just let me know when you’ve had enough of me.”

“You do the same, handsome.”

He shifted off me, crooking his elbow and leaning his head against his hand, staring at me. He trailed a finger down my quivering body. The lighting was dim, but his eyes were so translucent they glowed. “I think the night’s just beginning.”

“You’re very self-assured, aren’t you?”

He shrugged. “I have a great deal of stamina, and you’re a little too irresistible for me to kid myself.” He slid his finger inside my wet sex, slowly thrusting into me.

I let out a startled gasp.

His eyes widened as his finger penetrated me. “You’re so tight, baby. I’m afraid I might hurt you.”

I squirmed against him. “I’m afraid, too.” It was the truth.

“How many men have you been with, Julianne? Because this feels like a virgin pussy to me.”

He inserted another finger, and my pulse quickened as I spread my legs further, encouraging him. “I’m not a virgin.”

“That’s not an answer.” He slid in a third finger, circling them until my body could take no more.

“Victor—”

“I want an answer, Julianne.”

“One,” I screamed out.

He nodded, bringing his body closer to mine. “That’s what I thought.”

“We did it many times.”

“But it wasn’t enjoyable for you, was it?”

I gaped at him, unable to come up with a response.

“You don’t have to say anything. You answered the question without using any words.”

“Why do you care?” I asked through clenched teeth. Not because of my anger, but because his fingers were still piercing me, making me feel like he was giving me some sort of lie detector test that forced out all my deepest secrets.

Victor laughed. “I like knowing that I’m responsible for your pleasure. It makes it feel like you belong to me in some way.”

“Are you into virgins?”

“Not at all. But there is something innocent and wicked about you at the same time. It’s driving me crazy. Just answer one more question for me, please.”

I nodded, trying to concentrate on his words.

He brought his face close to mine, and said in a lower voice, “Did he make you come on command like I’m going to right now?” He thrust his finger deeper, pushing into me. “Now, Julianne.”

Fuck, I came fast and swift, unsure how he’d made me do that. It was as if he knew my body better than me.

Once my breathing had returned to normal, I turned to stare at Victor. He placed a wet finger in his mouth, sucking on it. My jaw dropped, and he took advantage of it by taking the finger and placing it against my tongue. “See how delicious you are? I can’t get enough.”

The act was so erotic I was getting wet again. I tightened my lips around his finger, tasting myself and watching his smile transform into something mischievous, full of lust. Before I knew it, Victor was on top of me, reaching for the condom. He leaned back on his legs and I watched him roll it down his considerable length.

“I’m going to try to be gentle.”

“Why, do you like it gentle?” I asked with a pout.

He laughed, shaking his head. “No, I want to fuck you like the highest setting on a jackhammer, but I don’t want to hurt you, so I’m going to hold back. You want it this way, trust me.”

I decided not to protest. The heaviness of his erection on my waist was a bit intimidating. I was older, but he was much more experienced, and I was happy to submit to his sexpertise. He moved inside me slowly, stretching me with his length. He held himself up on his elbows, staring at my face as he started thrusting. I wrapped my legs around his hips, bonding us closer. He flexed with each progression, displaying his toned, muscular forearms.

“Do you want more of me?” he asked.

I was incapable of speech, but I also had no idea what he meant.

“Don’t talk. Tell me with your body.” He advanced further.

I gasped at the impact, realizing he still wasn’t all the way in.
How could he not be?
I tightened my legs and he propelled with such force, I screamed out his name, clutching his neck.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice was distorted from his heavy breathing, but I was still shocked he was able to articulate anything.

I shook my head. His face contorted into a pleased smile before he buried his head in my neck. He nibbled on my ear, blowing his hot breath against my skin. Our bodies moistened with fresh sweat as he glided. “Fuck, Victor,” I whimpered.

“The sound of my name off your lips is going to make me come so hard, baby.”

So I said it over and over. He moved faster and faster. Then my body came undone underneath his as I let go, experiencing a kind of orgasm I didn’t know existed. People did crazy things for sex, and I’d never understood that, until now. It was more than an act of gratification. Victor made it more. His breaths became louder and more urgent until he collapsed on top of me, embracing me.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, kissing me on the nose before pulling out.

I watched his naked butt as he walked to the bathroom, admiring its firmness. I sat up, realizing I was tired, but I wanted more, too. It was as if he’d awakened something dormant in me and now that it was aroused, it was hungry and wanton.

Instead of coming back to bed, Victor strutted out to the living room. I wondered if he was expecting me to get dressed. I stared at the other condoms on the table, disappointed to leave them there.

When he returned, he had two glasses of wine. He was completely comfortable in his nudity. Then again why shouldn’t he be? The man looked like a Greek god. Meanwhile, I had pulled up the covers around my chest. He sat at the edge of the bed and handed me a glass. “I thought you might be thirsty,” he said.

I should have sipped it, but I guzzled it instead. He laughed, bending down to kiss me and lick the delicious grape flavor off my lips.

“I guess I was thirsty,” I replied.

“So am I, but not for wine.”

He took our glasses, setting them on the nightstand.

“May I?” he asked, gesturing to the sheet.

I nodded.

He slid the sheet down, staring intently as he exposed me again. “Why are you hiding this beautiful body from me?”

“I like you unwrapping me.”

“It’s my pleasure.” He smiled, standing and grabbing my legs before bringing them down on the bed so I was flat on my back. “Will you turn around for me?”

“Why?”

“So innocent. I love it.” Then the smile changed into the mischievous smirk I was becoming accustomed to. “I want to play with that beautiful ass of yours.”

I swallowed, wishing I had more wine. “I’ve never—”

“I know, but you trust me, right?”

“Yes.” As soon as I said it, I recognized it was true. Some part of me did trust that he wouldn’t hurt me. He was demanding and gentle, too. I could see that my needs were important to him.

I lay on my belly, burying my face in the pillow. I wondered if he was capable of getting me to do anything. He was dominant, but I wasn’t a natural submissive…or maybe I was and hadn’t realized it yet. No…that wasn’t it. He brought it out in me. He made me want to submit in every way.

The bed dipped as he sat on it, and his fingers trailed up and down my spine then over my behind. “Just relax.” He followed the area with his lips, gliding his tongue down my body.

I turned to see him take the lube from the dresser and warm it in his hands. He caressed my butt, slowly massaging it for a long time until my groans increased. Then he inserted his fingers into my ass. I screamed out from the painful pleasure of it. His other hand massaged my shoulders. “Julianne, don’t worry. We just made it through the front door. I have no intention of forcing my way through the back.”

“You wouldn’t be forcing,” I murmured between gasps, as my body acclimated to his pressure.

“You’re not ready for it and if I hurt you, it would feel wrong. I just want you to stop thinking and enjoy this.”

This was not something I’d ever thought would be enjoyable, but Victor was changing my perceptions like he had about everything we’d done tonight. His fingers probed me gently, relaxing me in a way I didn’t think was possible. I groaned from it, shifting myself so I was moving against his thrusts.