16. 16 Blaze

Chapter sixteen

16: Blaze

S he's sitting on my lap with her sweet cunt pressing against my hardened dick through the fabric of my black sweatpants. I hate to say it, but Thorne’s shirt has her looking like a vision of perfection. I find myself not just wanting, but needing to lift it up, to take her nipple in my mouth and suck on it until she moans. I stupidly let her leave the house without any pants on, leaving most of her thighs exposed for others to see.

No one but us should see them.

Us?

No. No one but me.

I can’t take much more. With the Niners on our asses, and the sounds of Victoria's moans through the walls from those dickheads, I was due to snap at any moment. Worried I would bite her head off too harshly and say something stupid to hurt her, I decided to ignore her, pretend as if she didn't exist at all.

Smart plan, genius.

Her eyes are dancing—wondering—doing their best to read these thoughts of mine. I wish I could let her in, show her the myriad of problems that run through my head minute by minute. Like how I still need to get back at Thorne for fucking her, for opening that door for the rest of us. Or how I have a stack of work waiting for me that's only piling up by the second. Maybe even show her how freaked out I really am about this favor we owe Nico.

Nothing about this feels right. This isn't where we should be right now.

I place my hands on her hips, ready to lift her off me and sit her back in her seat, but stopping when she grabs my hands and sways her hips over my dick. I’m so depraved, only able to jack off to the vision of her, that the singular movement has me grunting in happiness.

Her eyes shine brightly as she smirks with satisfaction, knowing just how much I want her. That shouldn’t be a surprise to her. She should already know that I've been craving her. For years I have fantasized what it would be like to be inside of Victoria Reyes. I no longer need to imagine what she sounds like, hearing her sweet moans at the hands of the others.

She’ll sound different for me. I’ll bring her more pleasure than they have.

“What are you doing, Doll?” I ask her, my voice raspy with need.

You’re going to take my dick so good, aren’t you, Tori?

Her smirk widens, hearing her nickname rather than her real name. “Reminding you I exist.” Her long lashes bat innocently as if she isn’t tempting me, teasing me with her movements.

“It used to be that you would try to make me believe you didn’t exist—hiding from me, running from me. Are you no longer afraid of me, Baby Girl?” I dig my fingers into her soft skin, bringing her closer as she continues to sway her hips over my stiff erection.

“I’m…” she pauses, as if she’s unsure of the answer herself.

“Tell me,” I demand, whispering into her ear .

“I’m not scared of you , but I’m scared of what you can do .” She's honest, never ceasing her movements over me, despite her confession.

“What do you think I'll do to you?” I pull her down so that every sway of her hips hugs my dick just right.

“I don't know.” She shakes her head as if she's really not sure why she fears me the way she does anymore.

I gave her too many reasons in the past to hate me, but I'll make up for it.

“What do you want me to do to you?” I ask her, needing to hear those words, needing to know she wants me just as much as she wants Ryder or Thorne. Maybe even more.

“I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so good, I forget what you've done to me.”

My dick sings at the words, ready to jump out towards her. I want to bury myself so deep inside her that she screams. I want to feel her warmth around my shaft, her nipple in my mouth, and her moans filling the air.

Fuck, I want her so bad.

Despite that, I open my mouth and say something stupid instead, fueled by my jealousy. “Are you sure about that? You seem to be enjoying Ryder and Thorne already.”

You sound pathetic. Get over it.

But I can't. I can't get over the fact she chose Thorne or let Ryder collar her. That she rejected me only to be with him a few hours later. I'm fucking furious.

She should have been mine that day, and mine alone . I would have stolen her from those two, kept her all to myself. Overcome by my frustration, I wrap my hand around her neck and squeeze firmly; not enough to cut her air supply, but enough so she can't move her head.

“Why should I fuck you, Doll? You don't seem to care whose dick is inside you.”

The words are cruel, I know it, but I can't help it. The feeling of inferiority is too much for me. Thanks to my father, the smallest display of disinterest feels like a stab to the heart.

She doesn't get it. Doesn't understand what she's done to me by leaving me for last.

“I saved the best for last, remember?” she smirks, leaning into my grip around her neck as if she wants it tighter against her.

“You sure about that?” I whisper, leaning forward so that my lips brush against hers.

She sighs, her eyes averting my own for a moment. “I…” she pauses, turning to look at me again. “I didn't know what to do. After you kissed me, you opened this wound deep inside me and I couldn't handle it. I couldn't handle what your kiss did to me.”

“And what did it do exactly?” My interest peaks, because Victoria isn't one to open up about her emotions. “Basement rules,” I add, hoping she'll understand that she's safe to tell me.

She nods, her eyes flickering between my own with so much emotion. “It made me realize that maybe I have feelings for you, but like Thorne, you could hurt me so easily. I thought you were toying with me like he did. That you would sleep with me and then tell me I'm stupid for ever believing you could love me.”

My heart cracks, a deep regret for how we treated her filling me. Not just that though… Thorne. The idiot did something he should have never done in high school. He broke her heart.

“Doll, there's no way I could ever say that. I mean the words I speak. I love you, Victoria Reyes. Can you accept me now? Can you believe those words now?” I'm desperate here. Say yes, Doll. Say yes.

“I think so. ”

“Good, but we're not doing this here. So get back in your seat.” I lift her up, placing her back on her side and buckle her back up. Once I pull onto the road, I place my hand on her bare thigh, massaging it until we're back in the garage.

I'm torn between excitement and bitter rage at her for leaving me for last. I understand her actions better now, but it doesn't mean I'm any happier about her choices. In this frustrated state, I exit the car, round the hood, and pull her out of her seat—probably a bit too roughly—closing the door behind her, and pushing her against it.

She doesn't flinch, steadily keeping her gaze on me, trying to show me she's not afraid. With a smirk that tells her she doesn't have me fooled, I place my hands on her shoulder and push her down to her knees.

“You left me for last. So, I'm going to fuck you somewhere they haven't. Tell me, have they taken this part of you?” I run my thumb over her lower lip, her eyes glued to mine. She shakes her head slowly and my heart soars. I pull my hard shaft from my sweats, stroking it a couple times in her face. “Perfect, because I've always liked you better on your knees anyway. Now open wide, Doll.”

I can see the fire in her eyes, the way she wants to argue and protest, but the moment she opens her mouth to speak, I shove my dick right in. I give her no warning, no time to breathe before I start thrusting.

She's gagging, choking on my cock as I poke the back of her throat. Her hands land on my thighs, but rather than push me away, she caves, and digs her fingers into my skin.

Her pouty lips are gorgeous, wrapped around my shaft in a perfect ‘O.’ The whites of her eyes are slowly turning a light pink as tears well in them, so full of me, she's struggling to breathe.

“Suck it like a good fucking girl,” I demand of her, feeling her tongue wrap around the base .

The sounds of her gagging and slurping have me reaching new heights as I continue to slam into her mouth. Her head is hitting the car behind her with each thrust, adding to our soundscape.

“Do you want me to stop, Baby Girl?” I ask her, looking down into her teary eyes.

That look is so fucking sexy.

To my surprise, she shakes her head no, sucking harder. The warmth of her mouth, the way her lips curve just right over my cock, sends me teetering before she's even started sucking fully. “That's right, baby. You love getting your mouth fucked, don’t you?,” I purr in satisfaction as I grab a fistful of her wavy hair for leverage. My dick’s halfway down her throat as she grabs my ass and bobs her head faster against me.

Getting a blow job from Tori had been something I fantasized about for years. Told myself it would never happen, but jerked off to the image of her on her knees so often that this moment in time feels too surreal. The only thing tethering me to reality is her warmth, the sleekness of her mouth around my erection.

Fuck. She's too damn perfect.

“I'm going to come, Baby. Don't waste a drop.”

With a tug of her hair, I spill my seed into her throat, feeling her swallow it all around my dick. When I pull out, the only thing left is a string of her saliva connecting her mouth to the head of my dick.

“Beautiful,” I growl, rubbing my finger over her bottom lip. She's wiping at her mouth with a mixture of lust and hunger crossing her features as she stands.

She thinks we're done, but I'm nowhere near finished with her, not while we're both still starving for more. She tries to walk past me, but I grab her by the crook of her elbow and pull her back.

“No, no, Doll. I'm not done with you. ”

With ease, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, slapping her ass as it peeks out below her shirt. It's so deliciously round, bouncing from the force of my spank.

She shouts with surprise, her excitement obvious in the way she giggles as I carry her up the stairs to her bathroom. I don't let her go until the door is locked and the shower is running with hot water steaming up the room.

“Now strip,” I command as I take my shoes off, maintaining eye contact while I take my shirt off. She doesn't move at first, admiring my bare torso. I find that I like her eyes on me. I like the way she licks her lips as she stares at my body. But mostly I love the way all her attention is on me. “You can take it off, or I can tear it off. Either way, it's coming off.”

I snap her from her daydream, watching her take the top off and fold it neatly, placing it on the counter. It's something special to her, and considering it's Thorne's, it pisses me the fuck off. I snap. The only tether keeping me tame is cut as I watch the care she has for that stupid piece of fabric.

I'll show her. She's meant to be mine and only mine.

When she turns to face me, some of my anger simmers down as I admire her naked form. A small waist, a peachy ass, perky, round breasts, and… brown nipples .

Her underwear is all that is left as her cheeks heat red with embarrassment, probably from the wad of toilet paper she has in there. I sigh at the sight, knowing she had to do that because we weren't prepared enough for her. In fact, she needs better underwear. Thongs aren't exactly period friendly.

How could you forget to buy tampons and pads for her when you moved her in? Another stupid mistake, because you're an idiot .

I want to apologize for it, but the thought never leaves my mouth. Instead, my tongue betrays my mind, spewing words of its own. “Well? What are you waiting for? Take it off and get in.”

I'm working on my own pants as she hesitates to take the underwear off. Eventually, she walks over to the toilet and removes her panties.

She runs into the shower before me, more than likely enjoying the heat of the water on her skin. I'm in there within seconds, pulling back the curtain to find a wet Tori is even sexier than a dry Tori. Her eyes are closed as she allows the water to run over her face.

I follow the trail of liquid, down her neck, over her breasts, and trailing her abdomen to her nicely groomed pussy. Mine. I don't waste another second, growing rock hard again from just looking at her. I grab her sides, pulling her flush against my chest, her wet body dampening my own.

She's staring up at me with uncertainty, but she doesn't pull away, doesn't fight me. I slide my hand along her neck, following the path the water takes down her body until my fingers are sliding over her slit. She pauses, grabbing my wrist as she shakes her head with a whisper. “You'll get blood on you.”

“Perfect,” I whisper back, because I really don't fucking care. I want my fingers in her. I want my dick hugged tight by her walls.

I dip my digit in her, rubbing against her wetness as my thumb presses against her bundle of nerves. She swallows as she stares into my eyes, still uncomfortable with the natural processes of her body. How could I be turned off by her body doing what it's meant to do?

I add my middle finger as I lean in, capturing the lip she was biting and nibbling on it myself. She seems to relax as the seconds tick by, leaning into me and reveling in my touches. Her head falls back, lips parting with a soft gasp as I let her go. The curve of her neck is too tempting to resist, and I drag my mouth lower, locking onto the pulse that quickens beneath my tongue.

She's moaning beautifully, light and soft, not nearly as loud, or fast, as I'd like, but I'm working on that. I turn her, having her place her hands along the back wall of the shower as her hips stay back near me, essentially bending her over.

Her delicious pussy is on full display for me to admire, taking a second to run my finger down her spine before slapping her ass real hard.

“Tell me my dick is the only one you want. Beg me, Baby Girl.” I circle her entrance with the head of my cock as I speak, teasing her until she's swaying her hips in desperate need to find a release.

“Fuck!” she shouts in frustration, already caving as she takes a breath of defeat. “Fuck me, please, Blaze. Give me the only dick I crave right now.”

The last two words taste salty, but I let it go, needing to be buried inside her just as badly as she wants me in there. I plunge into her, filling her entirely in one lunging motion. The sound of her moan is drowned out by the sound of the running water, which only makes me want to make her scream louder. I need the world to hear her.

My thrusts are hard and fast as the steam in the room grows. We're both panting and groaning in pleasure, my hands are holding her sides so tight, she'll surely have marks later. Meanwhile, her hands are pushing against the wall enough that I can get even deeper inside of her. I'm sure her arms will be sore tomorrow, too.

I pull out, spinning her around to face me as I lift her and slam her down onto my cock. Her mouth is wide open, eyes clenched shut, and her nails are digging into my shoulders. Her back scrapes against the tile of the shower wall as she slides against it with each hard plunge of my dick .

Her head is thrashing around, trying to escape the pain, but I can't help it. The sight of her face contorting like that is a huge turn on for me. I need more of it—need so much more.

Her hips are swaying against me, trying to find the pleasure in all this. It takes a minute, but soon she's moaning and begging for more. "Fuck, Blaze. Oh, my God! Harder!" I give her what she asks for, plowing into her until the water runs ice cold. She shivers against me, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around my body, trying to use my warmth to stay warm herself.

I can feel her pussy spasming around me as she grows closer to her release, almost milking me with her. But I refuse to come just yet, needing so much more of her. She hasn't shouted nearly as loud, hasn't said my name with as much conviction as theirs.

I turn the shower off, opening the door to let the steam out. She's staring down at me with those brown eyes that seem darker and glossier, holding onto me tightly as I step us out of the shower, dripping water onto the clean floor.

My feet take me straight to her room, my mind set on her bed. I have every intention of fucking her until the bed breaks.

I'm still balls deep in her, but neither of us seem to mind. This is my place, inside of her so deep, she doesn't know where she ends and I begin.

I lay her down on her mattress, watching her long, wavy hair fan out underneath her. Her body is flushed, full of goosebumps, her nipples hard and pebbled from the cold.

I grab her hands, holding them above her head as I start thrusting once again—slower, deeper. Her eyes are still dark, staring back at me, watching my every move.

“Tell me how good it feels, Doll. Tell me it feels better than theirs. ”

She doesn't speak, but she's no longer hiding her pleasure, no longer biting her lip. She's moaning and gasping, letting the sounds fall freely. She's no longer in control. Frankly, she never was.

She wanted to play games with me today, but I'm always the one to come out victorious. Now I'll punish her for ever thinking Ryder or Thorne could give her more than I could. I need to make her feel the most pleasure.

“It feels so fucking good. Fuck, I'm coming!” She's spasming with a cry of my name, her pussy clamping down, but again, I refuse to come with her.

I pull out, flip her onto her stomach, pull her ass into the air, and plunge right back into her. She's whimpering as she tries to push up onto her arms, but I hold her down with one hand.

Fuck, she’s perfect. Every inch of her is warm, slick, and exactly how I’ve imagined her for years. The way her body fits around mine—it’s unreal. This moment, finally having her like this, is worth every second of the wait.

"God, you feel so fucking good," I growl, the words coming out without thought as I lose myself in the sensation of being deep inside her.

Her face is buried deep into the mattress as I grab hold of her hips, smacking into her so hard, the sound of our skin slapping against each other sounds like the clapping of hands.

It's music to my ears.

I can't get enough of this—of her. She's everything I've ever wanted, every fantasy coming to life in the most beautiful way. Her sounds are muffled, but still clear enough for me to enjoy. My name leaves her lips once more as another orgasm rocks her, shaking beneath me. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Blaze! ”

"One more time, Baby Girl. You're going to come for me one more time. And this time, I'm gonna fill you with so much of me, you'll be leaking my cum for days."

She mumbles something but I'm not listening, already on the path of getting what I want. I reach around her waist, pressing my finger against her clit. Her back arches, forcing her face away from the mattress and letting the sounds of her pleasure flow freely.

Her screams and moans are the loudest they've been, and it's the best reward I could ask for. This time, I let her milk me dry, pumping every last drop into her until we're both exhausted.

I collapse beside her, pulling her to rest against my chest as our breathing slowly returns to normal. My lips find the top of her head as I inhale her scent, sweet and comforting.

“Tell me I fucked you better. Tell me you're mine, and only mine.”

She's silent as she traces circles over my chest, thinking, as if this was a deep-thought question. “I'm yours,” finally leaves her lips, relieving me of a weight I didn't know I was carrying.

“Good girl. Now, go get dressed while I strip the bed.”

She's mine. All mine. And I don't plan on letting her go.