Page 74 of Resistance Training
“Fuck. Vivian. You’re driving me crazy—is that what you want to hear?”
“Yes. I want to hear everything.”
I lean in to kiss her, but she leans back, gripping me a little harder, pumping slowly.
Devil woman.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I grit out. “You have no idea how much I want you. I have never wanted to fuck anyone as badly as I want to fuck you. I want to fuck both our brains out.”
“Then do that. My brain is only good for thinking about you now too.”
“You’re killing me.”
“I’m not. I learned about this from a podcast—your lizard brain thinks I’m a wild animal who’s about to attack you. When really I’m just a woman who wants to touch you and feel you inside of her and on top of her and then stay with you after you’ve come, because, Bradley, Jesus, you need to come. Let it out. Let me be with you.”
Fuck.
I reach around to grab her ponytail, arching her neck back so I can kiss it.
My lizard brain still thinks I’m going to be attacked by a wild animal, but my cock wants to die an angry, violent death inside that she-beast’s magical vagina.
I kiss my way down to her tits, and she releases my cock to unhook her bra, and I have never been so frustrated and grateful at the same time. I take her heavy tits in my hands and her nipple into my mouth, and she wraps her arms around my neck, leaning back, giving herself to me. I fantasized about kissing her here, licking and sucking and swirling my tongue around her, so many times when I was a teenager, it feels like I’m time traveling back to the first time I let myself imagine it while jerking off.
But I am not teenage Bradley.
I’m a fucking man and I’m in control of this situation.
I am the captain.
I kiss her one more time and then straighten up, leaning back against the door, bracing myself against the walls again, and give her a little nod.
She knows what I want, and she complies.
Grinning, she slowly lowers herself to the carpet, on her knees, staring up at me. This view. This is the view I fantasized about, over and over again, until the hot water at my parents’ house ran cold. My jeans are down around my ankles. Her face is directly in front of my boxer briefs and the erect, throbbingorgan that wants to explode inside her mouth or all over her tits or in her hand or inside that magical pussy. Anywhere inside or on her—we don’t care.
But instead of pulling down my underwear, she unties my shoes. I groan and bang the back of my head against the door. On purpose.
“Shhhh,” she says. “Safety first. I don’t want you tripping and hurting yourself before you fuck me.”
My cock hurts more than she could possibly imagine, but sure, I will step out of my shoes and jeans if that means I won’t fall on my face before fucking her.
She removes my shoes, my jeans, my underwear, finally, finally freeing my cock. I can barely see straight, but I can feel her staring at it, in awe, licking her lips as she grips the base, cups my balls, and then laps at me with her tongue. Kissing and nibbling and flicking and then taking me into her mouth. The noises she makes. Fuck, she’s so hungry for me. She squeezes one of my ass cheeks, taking me in deeper, and I can’t. I can’t. Too good. I’m dizzy.
Groaning, I take her head in my hands, drag my fingers through her hair, pulling it out of the hair tie. It takes all the strength I have to tug her head back and say, “Vivian…”
She sucks on the head one last time before looking up at me and wiping the precum from her lips with the back of her hand.
Her face is flushed and her lips are swollen, and she is so fucking beautiful I ache all over.
Reaching behind myself for the handle, I open the door to the stateroom. “Wait for me on the bed.”
I help her up from the floor. “Aye aye, Captain.”
CHAPTER 22
VIVIAN
Finally.
