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"Good God," he whispered as his hands gripped each of her ass cheeks.
Sapphire swallowed at the shuddering heat that rippled through her. This was wrong. She shouldn't be doing this, but even knowing that, she couldn't stop the damp heat between her thighs or the arcs of fiery need at the thought of his touch.
Reaching past her, Vic grabbed the bottle of oil she had forgotten about and opened it. Setting the jar back on the sink he used one hand to part her ass. "Aww, here we are. I know you're uncomfortable," he said soothingly as one finger traced up her exposed folds and stopped at the plug in her ass.
Sapphire couldn’t move, couldn't say anything as she felt the slight movement at the base of the t-shaped plug. Only the occasional little whimper escaped her lips.
His hand rubbed soothingly at the fatty globe of her ass. "You need to keep it well lubricated in order for it not to hurt," he instructed softly. "Now relax for me."
Her body did the exact opposite. Tightening up all at once, Sapphire bit her lip and closed her eyes.
His hand smoothed up from her ass and up her back under her shirt following her spine. "Take a few relaxing breaths. You know I won't hurt you," Vic whispered.
She knew that. With a deep breath, she forced herself to relax. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. In his own twisted way, he was trying to help her, she realized. Slowly the muscles in her back slackened and her ass arched upward even more at the action. Vic's hand squeezed her ass cheek appreciatively before he spread her once more. This time she felt his other finger at the base of the plug. He glided his oil covered finger around the plug along the tight ring of nerves and she couldn't help but let out a little sound at the pleasure. Resting her cheek fully against the sink's counter she closed her eyes as he pulled the small plug from her. She could hear him lay it on the sink above her. There was a short pause and she frowned in confusion. She expected him to apply the oil to the plug and simply put it back in.
Warm and covered in oil, his finger slipped into her back passage making her jump.
"Fuck me," Vic groaned, pushing his finger deeper inside her now tightening muscles before pulling almost out.
Sapphire whimpered and her legs shook as he continued to dive his finger in and out of her. The odd uncomfortable feeling began to turn inside of her. With each squeeze of her ass cheek as he plunged in and out of her, her body grew more and more desperate for more. The heat that had pooled in her core was molten now and she could feel the dampness on her thigh. Her legs which were barely parted moments ago were now spread as far as the shorts around her ankles would allow. Her frenzied sounds of mindless want filled the room as Vic fingered her ass.
"I've got to taste you," he rasped suddenly.
Sapphire didn't need to see him as she felt the heat from his big body kneeling behind her and the sudden grasp of her thighs. Without warning, he pulled her back just enough until her exposed folds met his face.
Sapphire cried out at the feeling of his nose burying itself in her wet slit and the sudden spearing of his tongue.
Wild and out of his mind, Vic ate at her flesh. The sound of her moans and the wet sounds of his mouth against her pussy filled the small tiled bathroom. Roughly, he spread her ass further apart and dragged his tongue up the slit of her ass before plunging it into her abandoned hole.
"Oh God," she sobbed. Rocking her hips in time with his tongue, she lost herself to the terribly wonderful feeling of his tongue.
The pinch to her clit sent her over the edge and her knees buckled. But she never hit the floor.
Holding her in his strong grasp, Vic lapped at her, riding out her climax before standing stiffly up straight. Purposely he pressed himself against her as he reached for the oil once more. Sapphire let out a small defeated sound at the feeling of his erection through his jeans. It pained her on every level to know that she still wanted more and that if he wanted to take her completely she would not fight him—and that made her the worst.
"Relax," he commanded, his voice rough with unspent need.
Doing as she was told; Sapphire tilted her ass upward and tried to relax as he circled her anus with his oiled finger once more.
Grabbing the plug, Vic slipped it inside of her with ease before stepping back from her. He reached down and pulled at her shorts and panties and pulled them up and over her hips. Tugging her to stand up straight he turned her around.
Sapphire couldn’t look at him. She felt a little nauseous. What had they done? How could they? The guilt began to increase tenfold with each passing second. A tear slipped from her eyes as she tried to push away from him. She wanted to hit him. To scream and shout at him but even as she wanted to do all that she wanted him to take her into his arms again.
As if reading her mind, Vic pulled her by the shoulders into a strong hug, forcing her head flat against his chest.
"Blame me, angel," she felt his voice rumble beneath her ear. "You didn't do anything but take the love I forced on you."
With a kiss on her forehead, he turned from her and pulled open the bathroom door. He glanced back at her, their eyes meeting. She held his eyes, noting the pain in them before he turned back and walked through the door leaving her alone with her guilt.
Chapter 13
Howcouldshehavedone that? The thought was a broken record in her mind beginning to threaten her sanity.
Pushing down on the knife, she cleaved through the large yellow onion. Taking one half she began to dice the onion as her thoughts swirled over and over again in her mind before eventually drifting back to that day. It had been a week since that day but Sapphire could still feel his tongue gliding against her, or the way his breathing had deepened in her ear and added to the desperation of his rough rasping words.
Flicking her eyes up she glanced out the window of the farmhouse kitchen and watched as Joel and Vic walked by talking. Their arms and shirts were covered in various grease stains and Joel carried a long wrench in one hand and a cordless lamp in the other.
Earlier, just before she swung on the back of Hayden's bike back at the cafe, he had told her they were going to spend the day fixing one of Vic's tractors. The guys had loaded the saddlebags of their bikes with random tools they thought they might need while she crammed the remaining available space with some groceries. With Joel trailing behind them as they rode through town toward Vic's farm, Sapphire's heart hammered through her chest and onto Hayden's broad back. Each mile the powerful bike ate up, bringing her closer and closer to the man that caused the spreading plague of guilt, made her heartrate pick up. Surely Hayden could feel it? He certainly picked up on her jittery nerves and restless nights the past few days, they both did.
