Page 64 of Vicarious

Between Viper’s mouth on my clit, his gun fucking me, and Travis’s desperate moans, I toss my head back and come harder than I ever have. Or maybe I think it’s harder than I ever have since Viper is mine and mine alone, and the man who got off on my torture is slowly but surely dying behind me.

Either way, it feels like I’ve come harder than I ever have before, and that was just the beginning.

When the crest of my orgasm is over, I look up down at Viper who’s still kneeling between my legs, and without thinking about it, I demand, “Strip.”

“I’m the one who gives the orders, Bell.”

“Not today.”

He stares at me for a me, and for a moment, I think he’s going to say no. But then he just smirks, drops his gun on the floor, and stands to his feet to comply. I’m under no illusion that I’m the one in control, though. Viper rarely does anything that he didn’t want to do in the first place.

He starts by taking off his boots and socks, and then discards his over jacket. He too isn’t wearing the protective vest he usually wears under his outfit, leaving him in just the black fitted long-sleeved shirt of his get up.

He takes it off. Not in any particular rush but not slow either. It’s enough for me to be allowed to appreciate the swaths of tanned, muscular skin exposed as he raises the hem of his shirt and begins to lift it over his head. The scars on his chest and arms, from years of fighting and killing, including the bullet scar on his chest from where I shot him seven years ago. The scar of where I carved my name into his shoulder, already faint and likely to totally fade away in the next few weeks. The grim reaper tattoo on his right arm.

As many times as we’ve been naked together, I rarely take the time to appreciate the masterpiece that is his body. It makes my mouth dry. My pussy wetter than it already was. Aching more than it was before even though I’ve just come harder than I think I ever have.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “You’re beautiful.”

“Tell me something I don’t know, Bell.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re so fucking full of yourself.”

He shrugs his broad shoulders and proceeds to take off his belt and undo his pants. He gets rid of them and his briefs at the same time, kicking them off to the side.

His cock is, unsurprisingly, hard.

I briefly meet his eyes and then look back down at it. “Touch yourself. Stroke it until I tell you to stop. Eyes on me.”

He meets my eyes and grabs his large cock in his hand, pumping it slowly, back and forth while I watch. Watch as his breaths come faster and shallower. Watch as his body begins to flush and sweat begins to bead all over him. Watch as he brings a hand up to his chest to stimulate a nipple. Watch as he gets close to coming and begin to concentrate on his tip…

“Stop,” I say when he gets so close one more pump into his hand would probably do it.

He does. Reluctantly and with great restraint if the way he grits his teeth is anything to go by. Next to me, Travis whimpers. I ignore him and keep my eyes on Viper, watching for his breath to slow down, for his body to come back from the edge.

“I love how your cock gets so hard for me,” I say, snaking my hand down between my legs to begin touching myself.

Viper’s nostrils flare and his hand goes to grab his cock again.

“Did I say you could do that?”

He rolls his eyes, clearly losing patience. Right where I want him.

“Did I?” I demand.

“No,” he grunts out.

I nod as I continuing to circle my finger on my aching, pulsing clit. It’s so sensitive. I don’t know how long it will be before I come again. But I want it to be on Viper’s cock. Just… not yet. So I take my hand away and say, “Keep going.”

He does and despite how aggressively he goes at his cock with his hand, he’s come down enough that it’s going to be a while before he gets close to coming. As he gets closer, I’m surprised he manages to keep his eyes on me like I asked. I wouldn’t begrudge him for closing his eyes in concentration. Or tossing his head back as he tries to make himself come. But he doesn’t.

“Stop,” I say.

It takes a little longer this time, and, fuck, I could do this all day. But maybe later. Right now, I need him.

I stand up and direct Viper to sit in the chair. Once he’s sitting, I straddle his lap, sink myself down onto his cock and begin to ride him. We pull our bodies close to each other as I rock and bounce my hips into his. And feeling him in me, being so full of him has always been so delicious. So insatiable. But now, knowing he’s mine, it feels different. It feels certain. Without the fear that eventually, he’ll get tired of me and there will be nothing I can do.

“Whose cock is this?” I ask.

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