Chapter 5: The Phone's Echo
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The lingering warmth of our poolside encounter faded only slightly as we went back inside, but it left behind a hunger that seemed impossible to satisfy. For the next couple of days, we navigated our increasingly complicated dynamic with a mix of nervous energy and blatant disregard for boundaries.
I found myself constantly watching Vivian, my cock perpetually hard. Her simple movements – sipping her drink, adjusting her seat on the sofa, even reaching for a remote – became charged with potential arousal. I knew I couldn't last long without an outlet.
One late afternoon, after my father had left for the evening, Vivian was curled up on the sofa with a book, a glass of wine beside her. She looked relaxed, content.
"Come here," she murmured without looking up.
I did as instructed, kneeling on the floor behind the sofa where she sat. I felt her shift slightly, her hand coming down to rest lightly on my lap through my jeans.
"Are you sure?" I asked, though the tremor in my voice gave me away.
Vivian closed her book with a soft thud. "Positive. Need some company? Or maybe something else?"
My cock was already straining against the confinement of my jeans. "Just... talk?" I managed.
She chuckled softly. "You're impossible."
But she didn't remove her hand from my lap. Instead, she let her fingers trace slow circles against my burgeoning erection through the denim. My breath hitched, and I fought the urge to buck against her hand.
"You know," Vivian began, her voice husky with arousal even as she spoke normally. "Sometimes I think about you, and I imagine..."
She trailed off, letting her fingers delve deeper into my pants, pushing against the waistband of my underwear. A sharp gasp escaped me.
"...imagine what it would be like," she continued, her tone dropping lower, becoming pure suggestion. "To have you here."
I leaned forward slightly, pressing my back into the sofa backrest. Vivian smiled faintly, her touch slow and deliberate.
"Describe it to me," she whispered. "Tell me what you want."
Suddenly, it was too much. The distance was gone, replaced by a raw, burning need to connect with her in every way possible. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from my lap just enough to slide it inside my shirt.
She gasped at the touch of my bare skin beneath her fingers, but didn't resist. Instead, she followed the line of my torso downwards, her palm flat against my stomach before cupping my ass cheek through my jeans.
"Vivian," I breathed her name, unable to speak anything else coherent.
Her eyes flicked up to meet mine over the back of the sofa. They were glazed with desire. "Go get me," she whispered. "Come here."
I scrambled forward, crawling over the back of the sofa onto my hands and knees. Vivian pushed herself up slightly, abandoning her book and glass of wine entirely.
"Wait," she said, reaching out and grabbing my tie before I reached her.
I stopped, turning back to face her. She tugged gently on my tie, pulling me closer. Then, with surprising strength, she yanked it free and used it to bind my wrists behind my back.
"Shit," I hissed, struggling momentarily against the makeshift knot.
Vivian chuckled, leaning forward and pressing a series of soft, open-mouthed kisses along my jawline. "You really have no idea how much I want you right now, do you?"
She reached down and unzipped my pants with practiced ease. As soon as they were open, she pushed them down along with my underwear, freeing my cock which instantly sprang free.
Vivian took a moment simply to admire her handiwork, running a thumb lightly over the sensitive head before taking it into her hand. My eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of being held and stroked.
"Focus," she murmured, her lips brushing against my ear. "Think about this."
She began to pump me slowly, her grip strong but her rhythm lazy at first. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through me, pooling low in my belly. I strained against my bound wrists, wanting desperately to touch her.
"Please," I pleaded softly, my voice thick with need.
Vivian moved away from my ear, kissing her way down my chest. She used her free hand to guide my cock towards her mouth, positioning it at her lips.
"On three," she whispered against my skin. "Three... two... one..."
Her mouth enveloped me completely. The sensation was overwhelming. Her lips were warm and wet, her tongue swirling around the head in a dizzying rhythm. I groaned, arching my back instinctively, trying to get more of her.
Vivian hummed around me, adjusting her position slightly to take more of me in. Her throat muscles pulsed against me as she bobbed her head. It was pure torture, a slow burn designed to break me apart from the inside out.
I was dimly aware of my wrists still bound behind me, trapped on this sofa while my cock was being expertly worked by the woman I was supposed to loathe as my stepmother. It didn't matter; all that mattered was the feeling filling me – the heat, the suction, the sheer power of her mouth on me.
"Ungh..." The sound escaped my lips unbidden. I could feel myself getting closer fast.
"Don't come yet," Vivian warned, pulling back slightly and releasing me just enough to whisper hot breath on my cock again. "We're just getting started."
She stood up straight again, pulling on my bound hands as she stepped back slightly. My cock swelled in the air between us.
"Now it's your turn," she said, her eyes dark with desire as she looked down at me.
I tried to reach for her again, but my hands were still tied behind my back. Vivian laughed softly and then reached out, pulling me towards her by my cock – which she held firmly in her grasp.
We stumbled towards each other instinctively. Vivian pushed me back against the armrest of the sofa with surprising force.
"Spread your legs," she ordered breathlessly.
I obeyed without hesitation, parting my thighs instinctively. Vivian knelt between them once more, her face inches from mine as she guided me towards her center.
I didn't need much encouragement. As soon as I felt her wet heat enveloping me, I surged forward.
It was an onslaught. Vivian met my thrust head-on, sinking onto my cock with a low moan that vibrated against my lips. The contact was immediate and intense – skin sliding against skin, our bodies sealing together in a primal embrace.
My hands were still bound, but that didn't stop me from digging my fingers into the cushions of the sofa as we kissed deeply, our tongues dueling while our bodies moved together in perfect sync.
Vivian's inner walls were slick and tight. I thrust into her slowly at first, savoring the feeling of filling her completely. But it didn't take long before I picked up speed.
Our hips bucked and slammed against each other in a frantic rhythm. The sounds we made were raw and desperate – choked breaths, sharp gasps, the slapping of flesh against flesh.
Vivian's nails scraped patterns on my ribs as she arched her back, pressing herself closer against me. Her eyes were shut tight, but a low hum escaped her lips with each powerful thrust.
I felt the familiar tightening building within me again. Faster... harder... My thrusts became pistoning movements, driving into her relentlessly.
"Vivian," I warned, burying my face in the crook of her neck. "You're killing me."
But she just moaned louder in response, tightening her legs around my waist and pulling me deeper inside her.
"Come for me," she gasped between kisses.
And I did. My release was explosive, triggered by the ultimate friction of our bodies colliding again and again. I emptied myself deep within her with a guttural roar, my cock jerking wildly inside her warmth.
Vivian cried out softly herself as her second orgasm washed over her, triggered by my intense thrusts and impending climax.
We collapsed together in a heap against the sofa armrest, slick with sweat and spent. My hands were still tied behind me, resting awkwardly on the cushions beside me.
Vivian eventually untied my wrists with a chuckle, pulling me close for a final kiss before collapsing against my shoulder herself.
"That was... wow," I managed to breathe out later.
She smiled faintly, her body still trembling slightly beneath mine. "Just wait till you hear about this later."
I laughed, pulling her closer. Getting caught wasn't exactly on my mind right now; all I wanted was more – more Vivian, more sensation, more risk.
And damn if it didn't feel like I'd never get enough.
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