Page 29 of Vicarious

Fuck, there’s something so exhilarating about doing this, knowing Phae is getting ready for their date down the hall and oblivious to what we’re doing.

I feel myself about to come. I feel Viper’s cock pulse in me and his thighs begin to clench and know he’s about to come too.

But before that. Before this is over and he actually does have to get ready for his date, I want him to know one thing. So I stop, making sure to squeeze his sore left shoulder tightly, causing him to wince and pay attention to me.

“This cock,” I say looking directly into his blue eyes. “This cock is mine. Got it?”

He pulls me to him to kiss me deeply. Tongue inserting into my mouth, thrusting back and forth between my lips just like he would do with his cock in my pussy. It’s so distracting, I almost forget my question until he pulls away from me, a line of spit trailing between us.

“Your cock is mine. Got it?”

“It’s yours,” he says.

Not grudgingly. Not like he’s only saying it because he wants to come. But like he really means it.

I actually almost believe him.

But for now, it’s enough. This is only a start, after all. It took me a while to believe it when he tried to notify me of the same.

“Good,” I say and loosen my grip on his shoulder as I continue to ride his cock and he continues to thrust up into me.

It’s not even a minute later that we’re both coming. My pussy tightening around his cock. His cock releasing its load into me. Instinctively, both of us reach up to cover each other’s mouths with our hands and muffle our moans and groans because even though neither of us care enough to stop this, we still care.

I lean my head on Viper’s right shoulder while we both pant for breath and come down. It’s during this time that I catch sight of Viper’s tattoo. The grim reaper, shrouded in its long black cloak, face obscured and unable to be seen in the smoke. His scythe in one skeletal hand with a snake wrapped around it and in the other, a silver pistol. Viper’s practically broadcasting in plain sight who he is. But no one who doesn’t already know who and what he does would be able to put the clues together. And a tattoo hardly counts as evidence if someone tried to prove it by pointing it out.

I lift off his cock and simply straddle his thighs before grabbing his arm to inspect it.

“You always were obsessed with that thing,” he says, and I can tell he’s truly relaxed because the Texas accent he’s learned not to talk in is slipping through.

He’s right. I was always taking this arm and tracing over the tattoo. From when it was just an outline when we met. It’s been a while, though. Probably since Pray’s takeover.

“When did you add the snake?”

“Not long after I recovered from you shooting me. It’s still not finished. But I haven’t had the time to get it done.”

That’s when I look up at the rest of his arm and see the outline of twinkling stars on his arm.

“What’s it going to be?”

“The rest of it is going to be the night sky. It’s going to look like he’s swooping down from the night sky to take his next victim,” he says. “I have the design somewhere. I’ll show you when I find it.”

“Hm,” I say and lean my head forward on Viper’s chest.

His heartbeat and breath are so steady that I think he’s fallen asleep, but he proves me wrong when he suddenly asks, “Do you want kids?”

“I have kids. Or have you forgotten?”

“No. I mean like you having them. Giving birth to them that is.”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Never really thought about it much before the choice was pretty much taken away from me.”

Viper goes very still as he asks, “Taken away from you?”

“Yep. After I was kidnapped and raped by that gang, they fucked something up enough down there that the doctor said it would pretty much take an act of God for me to ever get pregnant. Or at the very least, I wouldn’t be able to pull it off without a lot of medical interference because of the scarring. And even if I did manage to get pregnant, there’s a high chance I’d lose it in the first trimester. So… yeah.”

Viper is quiet after that. Suspiciously so that I lift up my head to look at him.

“What?”

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