Page 85 of Vandal Unbound

Vandal grips both my wrists and drags my hands away. There’s a huge grin on his face. “Are you telling me that you’re cool if I take you into the bathroom and fuck you, right now?”

I wince. “If I said yes, would you think I’m?—”

“Perfect? Yes. I was trying to be polite. But my cock’s missed your pussy more than you know. But wouldn’t the sofa be more comfortable?”

I look down the hallway to where Elsie is sleeping. “She’s a good sleeper usually. But today was a fright. I’d hate for her to come looking for me and find us…you know.”

He leans forward and nibbles my ear. “It’s a fucking turn-on, the way you start to ask me to fuck you, then bail because it’s almost too much to verbalize.”

My smile broadens. “You’re doing too much talking and not enough carrying me to the bathroom.”

Vandal takes a step back, and instead of picking me up, he removes the belt from his jeans. Then he takes his cut off and lies it on the counter before grabbing a condom from his pocket. Next, he undoes the button of his jeans, lowers the zipper, nudges his underwear out of the way, then puts the condom on his cock without dropping his jeans. “Just making things a little more accessible for when we get in there.”

“You can’t just say things like that with a straight face.”

The dimple appears with his wide smile.

“That dimple should be illegal.”

“Says the woman who just propositioned me in my own kitchen.” He slides his hands up my thighs and wiggles my panties down over my hips as I shift from side to side to help him.

“What if it was just a scientific question? What I said was, ‘What I want is to find out if you can fuck me standing up’. Maybe it was exploratory.”

His eyes shine bright as he laughs, and the sound of it hits me in the chest. I don’t know that I’ve heard him laugh like that before. “Well, lucky for you, I’m all about practical demonstrations in my science program.”

He lifts me into his arms, and I tighten my legs around his waist. His hands cup my ass, squeezing my cheeks, and he walks to the bathroom as though I weigh nothing.

“Just want to check one thing on this scientific discovery. Gonna be pretty hard to deliver any meaningful foreplay given the size of that room and the size of me.”

I wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him. He stops while I do, as if he can’t do anything else except enjoy me. “What if I told you I’m already wet?”

“I’m gonna last five minutes,” Vandal mutters.

“It’ll be enough,” I say.

We make it to the bathroom, and Vandal is right, it’s a tight squeeze. But we manage to somehow get in, to close the door, and for Vandal to slam me back against it.

It’s a fumble to move the folds of my dress, and then…

“Fuck,” we both say in unison.

It’s not an easy glide given how thick Vandal is. But there’s real urgency.

I accept the stretch and burn as he thrusts with an eagerness I also feel. “Please, Gideon,” I say, and the use of his real name brings his lips to mine.

“Fucking love when you say my name. When you come, call it out.”

Vandal’s hands shift beneath me, his grip on my ass changing, opening me wider. I stop trying to keep my legs tight around him and place one on the sink.

“God, I missed this,” Vandal mutters against my lips. “So fucking wet for me. Wish I could see my cock fucking you.”

I dare to let go of the hold I have around his neck and lean back against the door. Vandal takes all my weight with no effort as I tug my dress out of the way so he can see.

The first time he looks, his eyes almost roll back in his head.

When I look down, I see my thick cream coating the condom, the way my lips drag along his length. It’s hot.

Erotic.