Exposing Victoria Read online

  “You are perfect, Vicky. You are totally perfect.”

  “Hardly.”

  It was his turn to frown. “You are perfect to me and I don’t feel like arguing right now, got that?”

  Vicky laid her hands behind her head, palms up. “Yes,” she said softly.

  Shane lowered his head. She remembered his words with slight alarm.

  Ever have a man go down on you for hours, licking your sweet clit and making you come over and over so many times you had to beg him to stop?

  “Shane, please don’t torture me. If you want to hear me surrender, I will. I know I’m no match for you sexually. I was yours the moment you entered me on that beach down there.”

  His…but for how long?

  “Relax, pretty baby,” he murmured. “This will feel good. I promise.”

  She tensed up and then relaxed as he kissed her inner thigh. He did the same to her other thigh.

  “Yes,” Vicky sighed. “That’s it.”

  More kisses followed, butterfly light, all around her pussy but not on it.

  Abruptly he blew cool air over her clit, making her writhe. “Hey,” she protested. “You said no torture.”

  “It won’t be if you stop fighting. Your body wants you to let loose and you are holding on for dear life. This is a bedroom, not a courtroom.”

  “People…can hear,” she said through gritted teeth.

  “We already established that’s a turn-on.”

  Fucking logic. “I don’t care what I said.”

  Shane licked across her mound, triggering an uncontrollable response.

  “Oh fuck,” she hissed, reaching down to grab his head.

  His hair was too short to hold on to.

  “Victoria, you are going to be climaxing…a lot,” he said, trying to reason with her. “The sooner you yield the easier it will be.”

  She dug her toes into the mattress. There was no way to displace him. She tried to suppress a moan. Imagining sex with people in the next room was one thing, but doing it was another.

  “I can’t.”

  “You can and you will.”

  He licked her clit. He was using his tongue, his lips. Oh god, this wasn’t fair.

  Groaning inwardly she threw herself against Shane, letting the sensual wave overtake her. So totally enveloping, sweetly kissing every cell in her body with a billion tiny explosions, her clit pulsating like a tiny cock.

  Shane had no intention of stopping after the first orgasm. Vicky arched her body. “Fuck!” she moaned. “You devious bastard.”

  No doubt, he took it as a compliment.

  Vicky couldn’t hold back. He penetrated her with his tongue, invading her pussy, making her open and clench, muscles squeezing harder and harder.

  She bucked underneath him. “Harder…harder,” she demanded.

  Shane did the opposite. Propping himself up on one elbow he made her take it slow, his fingernail moving so finely over her clitoris it was like a million orgasms in one. Her climax went into slow motion, electric currents running straight through her nervous system.

  She was levitating off the fucking bed.

  At least it felt that way.

  “Your cock, jeezus, Shane, give it to me!”

  Yep, they must have heard that one. Everybody at Salty Sam’s and probably Kat and Chase too, on the next island over.

  “Ride it if you want it, Victoria,” he encouraged her. “Take it. If you can handle it.”

  Shane rolled onto his back, looking up at her, insolent and totally self-satisfied.

  “Trust me, I can more than handle you.” Vicky straddled him, pushing his cock inside her, absorbing his incredible length and thickness in one single thrust, impaled to the hilt.

  She had to rest there for just a second.

  “Too much for you, baby doll?”

  “Not by a long shot.” Vicky raised her buttocks, unsheathing his cock. When it was exposed nearly to the tip she came back down hard, spearing herself on his shaft. “Is that what you had in mind?”

  “It’s a start.”

  Vicky dug her fingers into his pectorals and pushed her body along his cock, causing it to rub against her clit.

  “Then let’s finish it, Mr. Big Talker.”

  Shane showed incredible self-restraint. Though obviously enjoying the hell out of having Vicky ride his cock, undulating up and down, over and over, faster and faster, he seemed in no danger of losing control.

  Vicky took hold of her nipples, twisting them. She needed the sting to help her focus. She was going to come again, with or without him.

  Shane’s cock thickened inside her. It was hotter too, and she would have sworn he was going to release his hot, sweet cum inside her. She wanted it, wanted to feel possessed and needed, taken, just as he had said.

  Damn it, what is he waiting for?

  Pleasure zapped through her, behind her nipples, down inside her belly, all the way to the center of her sex, craving and desperate.

  Vicky collapsed on his chest. “Why won’t you come?”

  Self-confident and dominant as ever, he patted her ass. “Turn over, get on all fours.”

  She was tempted to play with him a little. Wouldn’t this be a great time to withhold her favors, to make him play one of his own stupid word games?

  She was too needy though and he knew it.

  “You don’t own me,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulders. “This isn’t submission. I’m not Kat.”

  “I don’t want Kat. I want Victoria.”

  A hot shiver passed through Vicky as she got into position. He wanted her…for herself. She dismissed the feeling as silly schoolgirl weakness. Sometimes it really sucked, being a woman. Why couldn’t she just be content to have some great sex the way men did, no thought of feelings or meanings?

  “I want you,” he repeated. Shane was behind her, over her, pausing, giving her reason to think, pant, whimper.

  “Just do it so we can get on with our lives.”

  Shane tensed. Was it a show of emotion or just another maneuver? Had she gotten to him?

  “Come on, stud,” she said, testing her theory. “Give me that cock I need. Nice thick, fat, meaningless, anonymous cock.”

  Shane thrust his rigid shaft inside her to the hilt, silencing her. Her pussy began to spasm at once. It was a test of wills and she was not going to lose. “Is that all you’ve got? I could have twice the fun with my dildo.”

  “But you didn’t choose your dildo. I wonder why?”

  Grunting, he withdrew and pushed his cock deep inside her again, driving her forward, making his point…the universal male statement.

  “I could have, just as easily,” she dismissed, though they both knew it was a big fat, whopping lie.

  Shane grasped her hair in his fist, tugging just hard enough to send delicious spikes down her spine. “Is that right, little lady?”

  “What’s the matter? Feeling insecure? You need me to say what a good lover you are?”

  “Not unless you want to.”

  “I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction,” she said, laughing.

  He chuckled low and deep, a purely male sound of pleasure. “You’re satisfying me just fine, don’t worry.”

  “Not through any effort of mine,” she teased.

  “Just remember, in this little game I have the winning hand.”

  “Sounds like a bluff to me.”

  “A little less talking and a lot more moaning, baby.” Shane growled and reached around to take hold of her breasts, letting them spill into his hands as he kneaded her naked flesh.

  “Your ego would love that.”

  Shane pinched her nipples. It felt good and nasty at the same time.

  “Just tell me, have you ever had it this good?”

  “Plenty of times.”

  Shane laughed. “I hope you’re a better liar in court.”

  “Lawyers don’t lie.”

  “Sure, like fish don’t swim.”

  Vicky exhaled as S
hane bit down on her neck then nibbled, reining in her senses, reducing the entirety of her world to the irresistible need to come.

  She panted beneath him, trying to push her ass against his cock for deeper penetration. She was giving in and she knew it, but it was too late. “Please…oh god.”

  “Please what, sweetheart?”

  “Please…come inside me…make me come with you.”

  “Louder, Miss Victoria,” he coaxed.

  “Fuck me, Shane. Fuck me, and make me come,” she cried.

  “I’m not sure they heard you through the walls.”

  Her heart slammed in her chest. It was there, the need to throw caution to the wind, to expose herself, to reveal the desires she worked so hard to conceal each day.

  “Go on, Vicky, say what it is you need.” Shane offered an extra-hard thrust for punctuation.

  “Your cock,” Vicky screamed, her reserve bursting like a dam. “I need your cock. Fuck me, fill me…”

  She clenched her fists, putting her forehead against the mattress. Shane powered into her like a man possessed, gripping her by the waist, slamming his cock home, his balls slapping against her.

  “Oh my fucking god, yes, do it to me. Come inside me, Shane!”

  “Ladies first.” Shane pushed her down on her belly. He had the angle now to drive her straight down.

  The bedsprings creaked as promised.

  “Yes, baby, yes,” she moaned, imagining how their audience was responding. Were they trying to ignore the sounds of hot, nasty sex or were they trying to imagine what was going on behind the closed door?

  “Don’t stop…don’t ever stop.”

  Vicky shuddered, hot and cold at once, bathed in her own sweat, conquered and triumphant at the same time.

  “Still thinking about that dildo,” he whispered in her ear as the orgasm racked her. Shane’s impossibly thick, hot cock filled her to capacity, pushing against every nerve, making her entire body feel as if it were on fire, exploding and releasing all at once.

  Shane brought her down easy. He kissed her gently, held her protectively.

  “Shane, tell me what you want,” she said, her voice a dry rasp.

  “Turn over,” Shane said, his cock still hard and waiting for climax.

  He loomed over her.

  “Do you want to come in my mouth, baby?” she asked.

  He shook his head. “I have something else in mind.”

  “Anything, Shane.” The fierceness of her declaration surprised Vicky. She meant it. She was committed to his pleasure. As much or more than she had been to her own.

  Strange.

  “Have you ever had a man use your breasts, Victoria? Have you ever held them up, let him push his cock between them?”

  “Do it,” she breathed. “Fuck my breasts. Come on me, baby. Come all over me.”

  Shane’s eyes darkened. He straddled her carefully, making sure not to rest too much of his weight on her.

  His cock was hot on her skin, burning a trail of raw fire.

  “Oh god,” she whimpered.

  He slid upward and into place, the veins of his cock pressing against her, pulsing against her. Vicky was ready. She had her hands in place, pushing her breasts together, offering, enticing him to find a home for that huge erection.

  Shane was such a big man, his cock so incredibly thick and long as he pressed it between her breasts.

  He looked down at her, lust and joy in his expression. Her heart melted. This particular round she would keep for the two of them, no vocalizing for the natives.

  “Come on, Shane,” she said softly. “Show me how you can fuck me and then shoot your cum all over me.”

  He muttered a mild curse. “Where have you been all my life, woman?”

  She giggled…giggled, for heaven’s sake. How long had it been since she had done that? “I’ve been biding my time, waiting for you to have done enough bad things to deserve me.”

  “Are you kidding me? You’re an angel.”

  “A compliment? You must be pretty desperate to get yourself off.”

  Shane grunted. He was concentrating, tensing and releasing his buttocks, pushing and pulling, letting the vein on the underside of his cock run along the valley between her breasts, enjoying the pressure and the heat.

  “I’m going to come…so fucking hard,” said Shane.

  “Do it…just do it.”

  He threw back his head, releasing a bloodcurdling roar. His shaft seemed to thicken and pulse then released, shooting a hot spray of cum against her chin.

  “Cover me with it.”

  Shane wrapped his hand around his cock, pumped it. He directed the jets of cum, letting them splash all over her breasts and chin.

  He even managed to get a few drops on her tongue, thrust playfully between her lips.

  “Yum,” she said, savoring it.

  Shane laughed, admiring his work. “Picasso, eat your heart out.”

  Vicky pretended to appraise the pattern. “I think you are more in the school of Jackson Pollack.”

  “I don’t know who that is,” said Shane, pressing his lips to hers. “But he’d better keep his hands off you.”

  She arched a brow. “Staking a claim?”

  “For tonight.”

  “Tonight…of course.”

  “Hush, counselor, it’s time for a shower,” he grumbled, climbing off the bed and pulling her by the hand.

  She giggled. Twice in ten minutes.

  Shane was acting like an idiot. Why had he made that “keep his hands off you” comment? What did he care if anyone else put his hands on Vicky? Disregarding that the idea of it made him want to punch his fist through a wall.

  Vicky was a one-time deal. A special challenge he had won and now it was over. So why was she still under his skin so much?

  The way she walked to the shower, shaking those hips, humming a silly tune, as if she had won some big battle he didn’t even know about. What was the deal? Had she changed her mind, did she expect him to settle down or something, come sniffing around for dates?

  She’d better not hold her breath.

  Beautiful and smart and engaging as she was, and no matter how good the sex was between them, it didn’t amount to anything.

  Not when he was getting ready for a new assignment.

  He was sure now that he would take it. It was time to disappear for a while, under an assumed identity in some place where no one spoke his language and everyone was a potential enemy.

  The hunter’s life was for him. Sniping was his specialty. He would spend untold hours, sometimes over many weeks, lying in the mud with nothing but his own thoughts for company. Spiders could crawl on him, snakes, in fact they often did, but he never moved, never lost control.

  No feelings, either. No memories, no future, just the present. Vicky was the present for him now but soon she would be gone. It wouldn’t be like abandoning her or forgetting. In a very real sense he would leave a piece of himself here, part of his heart…maybe.

  She could have it.

  Listen to him, talking about hearts.

  For all he knew she couldn’t wait to say goodbye.

  “What’s with you?” Vicky teased, running her soapy hands over his chest. “You look like someone shot your dog. Or was it a grizzly bear, big tough guy like you?”

  “I don’t believe in pets, Victoria.”

  Or in love.

  “What do you believe in?” she challenged. “Besides this.”

  He drew a sharp breath as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. “You’re good at that, maybe a little too good.”

  “You guessed my secret. Twenty-dollar hand jobs behind the courthouse on my lunch hour.”

  “Keep it up,” he warned. “This cock gets hard again, you’ll be responsible.”

  “Meaning what?” she asked huskily, leaning in to kiss his nipples.

  “It’s self-explanatory.” Shane’s hand moved behind her thighs. She was wet and slick and not just from the water. “There, how do
you like it?”

  “I hate it.”

  “Another lie. You’re on a roll.”

  “I would rather be on your cock.”

  Shane grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed. “You know how to get a guy worked up, don’t you?”

  “It only works on certain guys.”

  He snorted. “The ones with a pulse, you mean.”

  She slapped his chest. “Stop flattering me, will you? You already got in my pants.”

  “Maybe I wasn’t finished.” Shane lifted her, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. He pressed her back against the tile wall, impaling her.

  Just once more and I will walk away from her forever.

  Another kiss, Vicky’s lips wet and eager against him had him second-guessing.

  Okay, so maybe this was going to be hard. Hard as anything he had ever faced. But he would do it for both their sakes.

  Even if he had to hurt her a little…for her own good.

  —

  Vicky and Shane sneaked across the beach of Chase’s island, making their way to the main house. It was nearly dawn and they were trying to avoid detection.

  It didn’t help that they kept making each other laugh.

  How can two people develop so many running gags in one night? Vicky marveled. Especially given how much of that time they had spent on decidedly nonverbal pursuits.

  “Hold on,” Shane said, stopping dead in his tracks.

  Vicky ran straight into him and cracked up.

  “Hush, woman.” A moment later he pulled her down onto the sand. “I thought I saw something.”

  His body was warm next to her. She let her fingers explore his smooth back under his shirt.

  His butt was pretty nice too.

  She caressed it through his pants, enjoying the way his muscles contracted.

  “I should put you in irons,” he said. “Or give you a good spanking.”

  “You are the one who needs the spanking.” She smacked him hard.

  “Hey!”

  She tried it a second time and this time he grabbed her wrist. He didn’t let go.

  Their eyes met.

  “I’ll cry rape,” she taunted, making a face and laughing.

  He flipped her onto her back. “I don’t think that would hold up in court.”

  “What are you, a fucking lawyer now too?”

  “I do the fucking, you do the lawyering.”

  “That isn’t a word.”