Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Toni

I wake up and there's a moment of panic but it's good panic. What I mean by that is I don't experience the panic about Maxwell I usually feel when I wake up in the middle of the night. Instead, I feel good panic because it's normal panic.

I feel panicked about waking up in the living room.

I feel panicked about looking like a fool in front of my really sexy neighbor.

And I feel panicked because I really need to pee. I get off the couch and rush to the bathroom. Of course, once that's settled, I just feel silly. While I'm in the bathroom, though, I strip down to my panties so I can be a little more comfortable.

Then, I walk to the kitchen and get myself a drink. Good panic. Normal panic. Not the panic driven by fear that has become too much of my life lately. I guess I'm also feeling good just because I got to interact with Vance. That's not just good. That's really, really, really good.

I walk out of the kitchen with a glass of wine and I freeze two steps in the living room.

Vance is on the recliner in my living room.

Let me rephrase that.

I'm standing in my living room wearing panties and not another fucking thing and Vance is on the recliner.

Thankfully, he's asleep. So, I'm not completely humiliated. I stare at him as he sleeps there on my chair and it's really weird for me because I don't know why in the world I'm just standing here almost naked as I look at him.

Just standing.

Not running to my room or at least back to the bathroom.

And I think I figured out why I'm still standing here because I walk toward him.

Look, I guess someone might analyze me and determine what's happening here has a lot to do with trauma and all that. I mean, maybe I'm suddenly desperate for Vance because I know that he's taller and more muscular than Maxwell. I watched a comic book movie once where a girl slept with a totally scary giant of a man because a killer was after her.

Maybe that's me, right?

Except Vance is a whole lot sexier than the guy in the movie. Also, I doubt the girl in the movie somewhat regularly masturbated because the guy in the movie turned her on. I get horny almost every time I see Vance so…

Aw hell, I mean, maybe I'm doing this because I'm horny for him. Maybe I just need to be close to his strength. Whatever the reason, who cares? I want him and if I can get him turned on enough before he wakes, I know he won't reject me when he's up.

"Toni," he says softly. "I'll protect you from that man without any obligation on your part."

His eyes aren't even open!

And then they are, and I stare at him in shock. "How did you…" I don't finish. I can't. And then, I realize that… Well, I can see in his eyes how turned on he is. There's something very powerful about that. I don't put my body down or anything but I'm not skinny. I don't often see anyone look at me the way Vance does, at least not when I'm naked.

I don't usually have the guts to do something like this but I walk forward and say, "I don't do this sort of thing out of obligation." I feel strong, sexy, and confident as I reach him. I feel pretty damned powerful.

And I learn in about half a second that Vance holds all the power here.

He stands up and meets me two steps from the recliner. He's so very tall, so very big, hesitation hits me for a second, but the moment he pulls me to him and kisses me, all my hesitation vanishes. There is incredible power in him, but unlike Maxwell, he in no way gives off a feeling of fear. Instead, my body presses against him like it's been made to fit.

Vance pulls back and pulls his shirt off and I run my fingers lightly over him, loving the feel of his muscles. He takes my hands and pulls them up to his mouth. He kisses the palms of my hands and then, he puts my arms around him, at least as far as they can reach, and walks me back toward the couch.

We stand and his hands run softly over my shoulders and down my arms to my breasts. He traces my nipples with his fingertips and then, softly pinches them. I moan. My God, I can't believe how incredible it feels!

Then, he runs a hand through my hair and pulls gently until my head is tilted back. He leans down and kisses my neck as his other hand grabs my ass and pulls me very close. I can feel the bulge of his cock in his pants and all I want to do is to get them off and free him.

But he holds me a moment longer and runs a hand over me again. I shiver hard. I don't know how much longer I can wait. My body is aching for more.

Finally, he lets me go, and now things seem to move in a whirlwind. Together, we work his pants off and when I see his cock, I breathe out, "Oh!" I'm shocked by his size but also just because it's perfect. I mean, it's not like I've seen a bunch in real life but I've seen eight.

Seven of them got my hand or mouth and one was inside of me. I gave hand jobs and blowjobs all the way up until I was twenty-one and I thought I was in love with a boy. I went all the way with him. We lasted another few months after that.

Anway, my point is that Vance's dick is different. Not only is it big but it's also perfect. I mean, by perfect I mean it's how it looks in anatomy books. You know, not curved. The big mushroom head is perfectly proportional. I know it sounds silly but if he were a purebred, his penis would fit the breed standard.

Hey, I'm about to have sex with the man I've fantasized about for quite a long time. I'm allowed to be kind of out of it, okay.

But Vance is not out of it. He steps forward and I whisper, "Oh!" again. Then, just because I want some of that earlier sexy confidence back, I say, "Fuck me, Vance. Fuck me right now."

I don't sound confident or sexy. I sound awkward. Oh, well.

Vance says in the sexiest, most domineering tone of voice. "Oh, we'll get there, Toni."

We'll get there! How can something be absolutely maddening but also turn me on like nobody's business? I can't even comprehend it.

And then he's moving me. It's like I'm helpless to do anything but move. I'm in his arms and then on the couch. Then, I learn all about what it means not to comprehend things because he spreads my legs, and just as I'm readying myself to somehow manage a cock that seems too big for me…

He puts his mouth on me instead.