Page 39 of Vicarious

“We’re not leaving her,” he assures me.

“You’re clearly taking me outside.”

“Exactly.”

I frown, but follow Viper anyway as he leads me outside and back to where his car is. It’s only when he pushes the front passenger seat back as far as it will go and leans the seat back that I understand. I briefly lament that we didn’t have his drivers drive us here in the luxury SUV which has a huge backseat and plenty of room. But the only way I was leaving the twins was if his security had the most secure vehicle to transport them if needed.

That’s okay, though. This will do.

Viper gets in first before pulling me into the car so that I’m straddling his lap. He pulls the door closed, and immediately puts his hand on my thigh to touch my once again covered pussy with my dress having helpfully rode up my thighs. He must have fixed my panties before he dragged me off, because I definitely remember them being pushed aside when he finger fucked me on the dance floor.

He pulls me to him to kiss him. Or, at least, he tries to. Because I pull away and shake my head.

“When I said I needed you to fuck me naked, I meant I need you. To fuck me. Naked.”

I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head, and immediately the benefit of this expensive dress being barely more than just a piece of fabric is apparent. Because with it gone, I’m left me in nothing but my shoes and panties.

It takes a bit more maneuvering with Viper to get his shirt off and then the thin undershirt he’s wearing underneath. Next I unbuckle his pants, and he lifts himself up some so between me and him we can tug everything down to his knees. Not quite naked, but good enough considering where he’s about to fuck me.

I lean forward to kiss him now, humming happily when I feel his hot naked skin against mine finally. It almost drove me crazy on the dance floor. Leaning against him while he fucked me with his fingers felt like we were naked but still wasn’t enough because I knew there were clothes between us.

That’s enough for me right now. To kiss him and rub my mostly naked body against his. But that’s because I’ve come once already. Viper hasn’t, as evidenced by his cock continuing to poke into me as I rub my body against his. It becomes increasingly evident that the heat of my body rubbing against his isn’t enough for him.

I feel his hand in the hem of my panties, feel him tugging on them and not stopping until suddenly my panties aren’t there and I feel his cock poking into my pussy.

The next thing I know, it’s doing more than poking and is all the way inside me. I let out a strangled whine and sit up some, leaning my hands against Viper’s chest. And fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Having him inside me has never stopped feeling so fucking good.

Sometimes I wish it didn’t feel so good. If it didn’t feel so good, maybe it would be easier to keep my distance from him. To not want to vainly hope that he means it when he says things like I’m his love or that I’m his family. But fuck, it’s so hard to resist. I don’t want to resist. I want to hope that he means those things. And it’s so easy to believe that maybe he really does mean those things when we’re like this. When I know he needs me like that as much as I do.

I instinctively begin to rock against him. Up and down. Back and forth. He pulls me back down to bury his face in my chest, to suck desperately on my nipple until he can’t suck my nipples, fuck me, and get enough breath at the same time.

“Fuck, Bell,” he groans.

His grip around my hips tighten, and he begins to personally help lift my body up and down on his cock, lifting his hips to thrust upward and meet the movement of my hips.

“How are you so fuckingtightstill?”

I feel his thighs begin to tense beneath me. Feel his cock jerk inside me. The pace of his breathing changes, and his hands tighten around my waist. A groan rips from his throat as he comes inside me.

But I don’t stop bouncing my body up and down against him, and when he’s gained some wits about himself, he doesn’t stop either. Well, he does. But only for as long as it takes for him to remove me off him and maneuver us so that I’m laying with the front of my body pressed into the leather of the interior with his body behind me.

He reaches his hand around to touch my clit.

“Oh, yes. Viper,” I yell as he continues to rub my clit even after his cock is back inside me.

It’s all too much and not enough at once and then…

“Fuck!” I cry out as I come and feel it gush hard and fierce from me.

My pussy grips his cock and I feel every inch of it as he pounds into me. Feel every inch of it as it jerks inside me once again and he comes inside me and I feel the heat of his come in me. It drips out of me and down my legs along with my own.

Suddenly I’m seized with the urge to turn around as best as I can to kiss him. He understands what I want without my asking and leans forward to meet my lips.

“You are so fucking good, Bell,” he says in between kisses. “So good.”

I kiss him greedily. Wanting more even though I don’t think my body can take it. But it’s not more sex I want from him. It’s something else. The thing that I want from him that he’s already taken from me and makes me so needy for him.

But for now, until I can get that from him, this will do. It’s going to have to.

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