Page 28 of Vicarious

By the time she ends with rinsing my cock and balls, I’m painfully hard, much to her pleasure if the pleased smile she gives me is anything to go by.

“You’ve been so patient and cooperative for me,” she says as she rinses off the soap.

“That’s not going to last much longer,” I assure.

“Don’t worry. Almost done.”

When all the soap is rinsed off, she finally, gratefully, takes my cock into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. Making a sucking motion with her lips on the way up before going back down and doing the same again when she goes back up again.

I don’t know how she does this to me. Hell, I don’t even know exactly what it is that she’s doing to being with. All I know is that she’s always been like this. Something about her has always captivated me. Something about her has always made me gravitate toward her, even with my wife at my side years ago. And certainly now as I’m supposed to be preparing for a date with said wife to see where we go from here.

But it never fails. As soon as I see Dele. As soon as she’s in my presence, something about her consumes my senses. Makes me lose all rational thought and the only thing in the world that matters is her. Whether she’s my friend, my enemy, my lover. She will always capture my attention.

Whatever it is, it’s always been torture. Her mouth on my cock right now just makes it more torturous. And I can’t take it. I won’t take it. So I pull her mouth off my cock, snatch her up, slam her front forward against the shower wall and thrust into her from behind.

I pound into her relentlessly. With such force that it lifts her smaller body up the wall every time I thrust up into her.

“Yes,” she says every time I slam into her.

I grab a fistful of her hair, crane her head around to capture her lips in a kiss that she somehow manages to return between her moans and affirmative cries every time I smash my cock into her pussy.

Somehow all this time, she’s managed to keep the fucking shower sprayer in her hand. I take it from her, pause to change the setting to the massage pulse, and then reach around to aim the stream right against her clit.

“Oh. Yes,” Dele screams when she feels it. “Yes. Just like that Viper.”

With my other hand I hold her hips and continue to thrust into her until finally, I can’t hold my orgasm. It’s a wonder I held it this long as it is. I come inside her. Hard. Filling her with my seed.

I pull out of her, but keep the pulsing water stream on her clit until she seizes in front of me, reaches behind her to grab onto my arm for purchase as she comes.

I turn her to me. Press her back against the wall. Kiss her with everything in me.

“Fuck, Bell,” I say pulling my lips away from her only to go back in and kiss her again. When I pull away the second time, I continue, “If you had done something like this almost a decade ago, you might have been the twins’ birth mother.”

It’s not an exaggeration. Part of the reason I was able to resist her before, hard as it was, was that Dele never did anything to indicate that she ever wanted to act on the chemistry between us. Except that one time that she was emotionally compromised, and I refused to take advantage of her that way. But if she had been bold enough to do something like this while in her right mind back then, I would have been helpless to resist her.

“I thought about it,” she breathes in response. “Are you feeling relaxed enough for your date now? You should probably go get some rest.”

“Fuck rest,” I say, capturing her lips with mine again.

13

Dele

Viper carries me straight from the shower and to his bed, showering my face and body with kisses, his hands grabbing at whatever skin he can get his hands on.

It’s always exquisite when Viper’s lips are on my body. His hands on my body. His cock in my pussy. But it’s even better now. Knowing that he’s supposed to be getting ready for a date with his wife in few hours, and he’s doing it by fucking me first.

When he goes to meet Phae downstairs later and she compliments him on how nicely he cleaned up, he’s not going to be able to keep out his head the way I helped him get cleaned up. If she touches his face, he’s going to remember how I touched and kissed it not long before. There’s not a thing that Phae is going to be able do or say to him downstairs that’s not going to remind him of me.

Maybe it’s meanspirited. Maybe it’s immoral. Maybe it’s wrong and dishonest and every other fucking bad thing in the world. But it’s also exhilarating, and I really don’t give a fuck about anything else.

I moan as Viper makes his way down my body, right to my pussy, not wasting any time burying his head between my thighs and putting his mouth right on my clit. It’s still sensitive from when he aimed the shower head at it, but not so sensitive that I want him to stop. Instead I grab on his hair and press him closer to me as he laps at my pussy with his tongue before going back to sucking on my clit with his mouth. I feel him insert two of his fingers and between his mouth and fingers, it’s a wonder I haven’t come again.

And fuck, do I want to. But not like this. So I pull Viper away from my pussy and clamp my thighs together to stop his finger from thrusting.

“I wanna ride your cock,” I say.

He sits against the head of the bed. I immediately straddle him and lower myself onto him. I have to bite into his shoulder to keep from screaming and letting Phae hear me. But it’s hard and only gets harder as I begin to bounce up and down on Viper’s cock. As he meets every drop of my hips down on his cock by thrusting his hips upward. And this time, unlike the last time I rode him like this, I allow him to do it.

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