Fatalism Page 8

  I slid out of his bed and padded quietly into the restroom, my entire body was sore. When I returned to the bedroom, Vincent was still sound asleep. I watched as slow breaths moved through him.

  Finally tearing my eyes away, I was on a mission to make coffee. I rustled as quietly as I could in his kitchen to get the coffee pot started. I waited for it to brew, looking out into the open space surrounding Vincent’s home. There really was no one close to his property. The other homes, were far off and looked like tiny trinkets. The pool was glistening in the morning sun; a swim sounded perfect.

  I wished I had some clothes or things of my own here. I was sure Vincent would swim naked, but I needed courage to do that. While I waited, I wondered around the house, coming upon a door Vincent hadn’t taken me into the night before. I opened it, and I searched for the light switch, it was his garage.

  Holy shit.

  Why hadn’t he shown me his car collection last night? He was aware that I had a love for cars. The speed and adrenaline you felt while driving a car fast and pushing its limits around corners did things to me, it turned me on. The garage was a four-car tandem, allowing it to fit at least eight cars. Currently there were five, and the floor was carbon fiber and heated. I could feel the heat on the pads of my feet as I moved around.

  The collection was impressive to say the least. As I walked to the back corner, tucked away was clearly his prized possession, a black and red Bugatti Veyron Super Sport. Holy shit, that car was rare and gorgeous.

  I stood there in awe. I would kill to drive any one of these. I was brought back to reality by his large hands pulling me back against his body.

  “There you are, beautiful. I didn’t like waking up without you there.” He kissed my neck, and I tilted my head for him.

  “You were so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you. After I got my fill of staring at you, I ventured off to make coffee and found myself in here. Vince this is quite the collection of cars. Why didn’t you show me last night?”

  He leaned his chin on my shoulder. “Honestly? I didn’t want you to be distracted by this. I wanted you to make your decision based on your feelings for me. Plus, it would have taken all of my control to not have bent you over one of these cars and fucked you seven shades of Sunday.”

  “Do you really think a car collection would sway my mind?”

  He chuckled. “I don’t know. I was nervous, and I also didn’t think I could control myself with you in here. Like right now for instance, you look so innocent wearing just my t-shirt. I want to fuck you so bad I can’t stand it.”

  I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. I cocked my head to the side and gave him a playful grin.

  “Then what’s stopping you?”

  He grabbed the hem of the t-shirt I was wearing and lifted it above my head. I stood naked staring at him. He was wearing only a pair of shorts that were barely hanging on his hips. I stepped forward and tugged them down. His erection was free and he stepped out of the shorts grabbing me.

  “God, you’re so fucking sexy.”

  He leaned down to kiss me, sliding one of his hands down my body. He squeezed my butt in his hand and nibbled on my bottom lip. He pulled away, cupping my breast in his other hand. I stood there in his grip, completely turned on, our eyes locked in a stare of desire. I wanted him to fuck me hard; I needed him inside of me.

  He kissed me with need and hunger. I kissed him back, reaching between us I stroked his hard cock. “I need you inside me. Now.”

  He walked us backwards to the Bugatti. “Turn around beautiful and put your hands on the car.” I shook my head.

  Was he crazy? This car cost over a million dollars.

  There was no way I was going to dent or scratch it. He leaned into me and nipped my neck.

  “Alexa, I will make you turn around. Don’t temp me.”

  I searched for my voice as desire pulsed through me. “I don’t want to scratch the car. It costs so much.”

  He laughed loudly, and then wound my hair around his hand until he had it in a tight grip.

  “I don’t give a fuck about the cars. Now bend over it.” He tugged on my hair causing my head to fall back, and looked deep into my eyes. “Turn around and tell me how much you want me.”

  I had never had a man speak to me or handle me the way he was in that moment, and it was such a turn on. I didn’t know how to respond.

  “Tell me how you want me inside you. Hard and fast, or soft and slow?”

  I kissed him with everything I had, he had me so wound up. I just needed him anyway I could get him. “I need you inside me. I don’t care if it’s fast or slow. I just need you.”

  A mischievous grin spread across his face, and without saying a word, he turned me around and gently bent me over the car. I placed my hands on the smooth black and red paint; it felt slick beneath my fingertips. He didn’t let go of my hair as he slowly eased his beautiful cock inside of me.

  “Fuck. You’re so wet.”

  I moaned in satisfaction. I wanted him and the arousal was apparent. The hunger I had for him scared the shit out of me, but at that moment, I didn’t care. He slid all the way inside of me, and he leaned his body over mine, releasing my hair. He intertwined our fingers and slowly thrust himself in and out of me. I whimpered with pleasure as he immediately rubbed my sweet spot.

  “I love how tight your pussy is. I could come already.”

  All I could get out was a mumble before I started to whimper again. He chuckled at me, that low soft laughter I loved. I stood on my toes to lift my ass into him even more. I needed him inside of me as deep as I could get him. I wanted him to speed up; I needed him too.

  “Harder, please.” He rose off of me and gripped my hips, pulling me firmly against him causing him to fill me balls deep. I cried out in pleasure at the feeling of him so deep inside of me. He kept a steady firm rhythm and reached around me to touch my clit. His fingers ran in a slow circular movement causing my body to tighten. Everything tingled and his movements had me close to coming.

  “Oh, God.” I cried.

  “Fuck, Lex. Come with me.”

  I pushed myself against him as his fingers dug into my skin. I came hard, my body quivered with pleasure while he moaned long and deep coming inside of me.

  As usual he was in no hurry to leave my body. He wrapped his arms around me, resting on top of my back and kissing me all over. My body started to cramp from the two hundred pound man on top of me and the precarious position we were in. I wiggled a little under him, and he stood up.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  I pushed myself up into a standing position, and the cramp went away. “No, I’m fine. Just a little cramp, but it’s gone now.”

  He kissed the top of my shoulder and eased out of me. I turned around to face him.

  “You are insatiable. I love being inside of you. I don’t think I will ever get enough.”

  I cupped his face with both of my hands; his scruffiness was sexy as hell. I was unsure what to say to him in that moment, so I leaned up and kissed him. His hands gripped my hips, and we instantly got lost in each other.

  After a morning swim and breakfast in the sun, I felt like we were living in a nudist colony.

  “Do you always hang outside naked?”

  He shook his head. “Nah, I don’t prefer to do this alone, and I haven’t found anyone to share it with until you.”

  I smiled to myself. “Aren’t you worried that your neighbors have binoculars?”

  He laughed, “I sure hope not because if anyone else sees you naked, I will go ape shit on them.”

  “Ape shit? Who even says that?”

  He pinned me underneath him, pressing my body into the plush lounge chair. “I do when you talk about other people seeing my girlfriend naked. I don’t like it.”

  Shit. Did he just call me his girlfriend?

  This was moving so quickly, it had only been a day. What were we supposed to tell people at work? I chewed on my bottom lip and stared into his eyes
. He could read the anxiety on my face and moved off of me to sit at the end of my lounge chair he sat between my legs.

  “Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry, Lex, but I don’t want anyone else to see you naked.”

  When I shook my head, he stood up and walked away from me. He began pacing and ran his hands through his hair.

  “There’s someone else, isn’t there? Is that’s why you’ve been fighting me so hard on this whole thing.”

  What? No!

  What was he talking about? Why would he think that? Instinct took over, and I hopped up, running to him. I stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I rested my face against his back.

  “No, of course not. Why would you think that? Vince, there is only you. I wouldn’t have gotten involved with you if I was with someone else.” He stood frozen. “Please look at me.” He turned in my arms and looked down at me as I said, “I am sorry. I got scared when you called me your girlfriend and I panicked. I have never been anyone’s girlfriend before. You have to know there isn’t anyone else, there never has been.”

  He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against mine as his breathing slowed. “I’m sorry, I can be jealous. I’ve been hurt in the past, and my mind always goes to the worst-case scenario. I haven’t dated in a long time, because my last relationship didn’t end well; it fucked with me. That is, until you; you took my breath away and reignited these feelings I had suppressed. If you hadn’t kissed me that night I met you, I don’t know what I would’ve done. As soon as our lips touched, all of that fear went out the window. For you, it’s worth the risk.”

  I didn’t know how to respond to his honesty. All I could do was hug him and say I was sorry.

  We had spent the day outside in the sun by the pool, constantly tangled in each other’s arms. Neither of us brought up the earlier situation that had ensued between us. I acted childishly over a statement he made. I made the decision to give him a chance, and with that, came a title. Quite frankly, I wanted to be his girlfriend. I had come this far with him and was enjoying every minute of it. Why would I stop now?

  I was curled up in his arms on the oversized lounge chair while he slept. I couldn’t help myself from drinking all his features in. This all felt like a dream that I was going to wake from at any moment. We had sex in the pool and on this lounge chair; I was exhausted and extremely satisfied all at the same time. I was getting hungry and wanted my own clothes. I traced small circles over his chest, around his nipples, and down his stomach. He slowly stirred to life and stretched as I kissed him.

  He nuzzled my neck and wrapped his body tighter around mine. I laughed at how cute he was. “Vincent, you can’t sleep all day.”

  He mumbled into my skin, “The fuck I can’t.”

  I laughed again. “Well I’m hungry and need some clothes, so if you want to sleep, then take me home, and you can rest all weekend.”

  He shot up like a fire alarm went off.

  “No, you’re not leaving. I can’t sleep without you.”

  He seemed to sleep just fine. He slept all night and had been napping on and off all day.

  “Don’t be silly. This is new, and I don’t want you to get tired of me.”

  His jaw clenched and he rubbed his face with his large hands. “You should know that I suffer from insomnia. I haven’t sleep like this in years. I don’t know what it is about you, but when I’m with you, I can finally rest. Don’t go. I’ll take you to your place, and we’ll get you whatever you need.”

  How could I say no to him? I didn’t want to leave him either, as much as I should fight it; I was already comfortable being with him. I had a desire for him, and I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of weekend together.

  “Okay, but I’m starving, so we need to eat.”

  He smiled at me and kissed the tip of my nose. “Whatever you need, we’ll get for you, beautiful.”

  We dressed quickly and went into the garage instead of out the front door.

  “Take your pick, Lex. What shall we drive?”

  My mouth hung open. “You mean you actually drive these things?”

  He laughed, and pulled me against his body. “Of course I do. That’s what they’re made for.”

  I scanned over the impressive collection of cars, my motto was, go big or go home. “I’ve come to like the Bugatti.”

  He grabbed the key hanging on a hook. “After you, beautiful.”

  I walked over to the car, and the earlier images us together flashed through my mind. He had bent me over this car just a few hours ago, and I loved every minute of it. I smiled to myself as everything below my waist tightened, and I burned with desire to have him bend me over again. Surprisingly, we hadn’t left a scratch or a dent. He opened my door, and I slid into the sleek bright red leather interior matching the accents on the body of the car. I had never seen anything like it. The inside was incredibly sleek and modern; a mixture of carbon fiber and leather woven throughout.

  Vincent slid his enormous frame behind the wheel. He was dressed extremely casual today wearing red basketball shorts, a black V-neck t-shirt, and black Nike tennis shoes. He had on a backwards Red Sox baseball hat that sat low on his forehead.

  Yum!

  I felt like I was going to die in this car right now, staring at him dressed so casual with his calm and confident demeanor. I watched in amazement at the way he gripped the wheel and brought the car to life. The sound of the engine sent a shiver through my body. He maneuvered the car with ease out of the garage and into the August heat. He put the top down and then grabbed my hand.

  “Hold on tight, beautiful. I’m going to handle this car like I’ll handle you later.”

  I squirmed in my seat thinking of what he would do to me. The anticipation alone sent my mind racing. We had already done so much together in such a short period of time. I couldn’t fathom sex with him being any more incredible, but I knew it would. We had sex five times in less than twenty-four hours and I still craved for more.

  Thankfully he was wearing a hat so I didn’t have to stare at his gorgeous threads of hair. I wanted to run my fingers through it and crawl over the arm rest, hoping he would him turn the car around or just pull over. I settled for conversation instead.

  “I like your outfit. I wouldn’t have guessed you for a shorts and t-shirt kind of guy.”

  He laughed lightly. “Why? Because I wear suits to work you think I live in them? I played basketball throughout high school and college, so this is what I’m most comfortable in.”

  He played basketball? I guess I should have thought of that considering how tall he was. “I didn’t know you played basketball.”

  “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me. We’re just getting to know each other.”

  That was true. We would learn with time.

  We pulled into the small driveway of my condo, and he cut the engine. Cara wasn’t home as she worked most weekends.

  “Do you want to park in the garage?”

  “Nah, you won’t be that long, will you?”

  I shook my head and reached for his hat. I needed to touch his hair, but before I could, he grabbed my wrist and kissed the inside of it.

  He walked around and opened my door while I rummaged through my purse for my keys. We walked hand in hand to my front door and when we stepped inside the condo, it was clean. Cara had a habit of rushing out of the house, leaving things a mess.

  “Home sweet home,” I said.

  He looked around as he walked further in. “It’s nice. This is what I pictured the inside to be.”

  I smiled at him and went into my room. He followed me and stopped at the doorway. I looked at him, trying to read the expression on his face. His jaw was clenched and he rubbed the back of his neck as I went over to him. He was staring at my bed, and I reached up to touch his face.

  “Hey, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

  He leaned into my touch and closed his eyes. I wrapped my other arm around his
waist and held onto him. We stood in silence for a few minutes.

  He finally spoke. “We should get you a new bed.”

  What the hell was he talking about?

  “Vince, you lost me. I don’t need a new bed.”

  “Yeah, you do. I don’t want you sleeping in a bed that another man has been in. I can’t even think about someone else being with you in that way.”

  He was so sweet even when he was being jealous. I couldn’t blame him. Thankfully with my previous sexual experiences, I had never wanted to have someone in my bed. I always wanted to be able to leave. I wanted things to be on my terms, and I needed to have control. If I had sex in my bed, I would’ve been stuck, and that scared me.

  “I’ve never had sex in my bed,” I said.

  His eyes locked with mine, and I saw desire burn within them.

  “Really? Never?”

  I shook my head, and he immediately scooped me in his arms, carrying me to my bed and lowering us down onto the mattress. His lips met mine, and he crushed our mouths together. A moan escaped my throat, provoking his tongue to slide into my mouth. I caressed his tongue with the same passion he showed mine.

  I knocked his hat off and finally threaded my fingers into his hair. He bit my lip as I tugged on his soft strands of hair. I pulled away and lifted the t-shirt I was wearing over my head. I then did the same to him. While he had his hands above his head, I pushed him back into the mattress, and he pulled me down on top of him. I straddled his hips between my legs, enjoying the feeling of his growing erection. He didn’t waste a second and thrust his hips, grinding himself against my sex. The feeling sent chills though my body.

  I scooted down and removed his shorts, grabbing his cock and guiding him into my mouth. He was so hard and already had a small amount of cum on the tip. I licked it off and sucked him, squeezing him hard as his veins bulged, and I continued to suck him off. When he stopped me, l smirked at him while I removed my shorts and climbed back on top of him. Our hot skin touched, sending a sensation of electricity through my entire system. I rubbed my folds up and down his length. I was so wet that the slickness allowed me to glide effortlessly up and down his cock. I was on all fours above him while we rocked our bodies against each other’s.