11. Caught
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"What are you doing?" Vic was astonished. He was not taking it how I thought he would and if I was being honest, I had no idea what I was doing either.
I had just kissed a stranger out of nowhere. I thought it wasn't my fault, and that it had to do with being trapped in here but I didn't want to stop now.
Men were weak, like I knew from experience.
Instead of responding to him, I landed another kiss on his lips and this time, he received it gladly. His body calmed and reacted to my demands.
I hugged him tighter and pressed my breasts against his chest in our seated position.
I needed this so bad. I loved my job because it satisfied my ever active s*x drive and I felt deprived for the few days I had been inactive. Vic looked like he was the type of man that would be able to satisfy me.
My hand moved to his crotch. I held it and gently massaged it with the tips of my fingers. His instant response was a groan and I took it that he was all in for me.
I knelt on the bed and raised my hands, not breaking our kiss. He knew I wanted him to take my clothes off and that was exactly what he did.
I was left in my bra and disregarding its presence, Vic cupped my breasts and sucked the life out of my lips.
I moaned when his squeeze got a little intense. I loved pressure and he was delivering it.
He broke the kiss and buried his face between my chest.
Like a professional, one click and he got my strap undone. He took one n****e between his lips and pulled. I craned my head backwards and moaned even louder, wrapping one arm around his neck to support his position.
His other hand got busy with my second n****e. My breasts were not too big but they were big enough and most people marveled by how firm they stood.
He pulled away and I reacted with a disapproving wimp. He took his shirt off, revealing the tattoo of a lion's face right in the center. He grabbed my waist and pulled me down as he lay on his back while I lay right on top of him.
We resumed our kiss, his fingers running through my hair. It felt like a long lost bond and we had seen each other again after a while.
At that moment, my head was blank. There were no further thoughts. I wanted intimacy, I wanted this man. I wondered if I was taking advantage of his helplessness. He had relented the last time I made moves on him. I had forgotten about my period. I never had s*x on my period, yet, I was blinded by whatever had come over me.
He moved to the nape of my neck and kissed passionately. We were both panting fast, stuck in the moment.
Things escalated quickly when I noticed the bulge between his legs. He didn't hesitate to pull his shorts down, leaving nothing but his boxers on.
Vic was fond of my breasts because he couldn't keep himself away for a minute. He ha2d his hand lingering around.
Propping himself up with his elbow, he began to rub his hard against my thigh. I realized then that he didn't want to go as far as penetration. I was relieved and disappointed at the same time. The former because of the presence of my tampon and the latter because I had other means, especially c******l stimulation.
He closed his eyes tight, grinding himself upwards and downwards.
When I went silent due to the one sided pleasure, he immediately restored his hand to my n****e, pausing his movement to resume fiddling. That ignited my moans once more and I sucked my lower lip to hum to the pleasure I was getting from his touch.
Vic kissed my lips once more and I loved it. I pressed his head against my face to maintain the kiss. He withdrew his hands from my breasts and cupped my face.
Beads of sweat crowned my forehead and his chest was drowning mine with fluid.
I wanted to do more but I had no idea what I was supposed to do with my hands.
Vic seemed to realize my detachment and that was when he did the unexpected. He slipped his hand into the pants he had provided earlier that day and I widened my eyes when he went further down my panties.
I gasped in reaction, he would have gone further if the door had not come open, causing both of us to jerk away from each other, sitting upright in bed and panting heavily.
Anthony had come in and he was shooting death glares at us.
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