III: A Tad Bit Mad
A couple of hours later, Victor was awake and occupied. Nedra was fast asleep next to him and when he
woke to relieve himself, he saw the perfect opportunity to entertain himself
without her getting in his way. Nedra’s
perfect titties were saluting him and those splendid nipples were all the way
erect.
He wanted to lick her all over. He trembled thinking about it.
Victor caught a nipple in between his teeth and pulled on it
gently before absorbing it into the warm cavern of his mouth. He cupped his hand around the other one and
thumbed the nipple before getting deeper into the act.
Nedra moaned and arched her back, still in the throes of
sleep.
He moved to the other breast and blew on the nipple and
watched it spring to life before licking it.
He sucked softly at first, but then applied a little more pressure as
Nedra shifted again, squeezing her thighs together.
“Mmmmn,” she moaned.
“Harder.”
Who was he to deny a lady’s request? Victor got greedy then, pushing her breasts
together and alternatingly sucking them.
They were exquisite, divine.
Then, keeping a breast in either hand, he ran his beard down her belly
and stuck his tongue in her navel, swirling it around and around before kissing
it and licking the scar next to it.
She was getting aroused.
He could smell it.
“Nedra, fuck…!” he
said. Even her scent drove him nuts.
Victor saw where her thighs were squeezed tight and he
carefully parted them, receiving the full blast of her fragrance and he found
himself swallowing and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He smelled her, closing his eyes, savoring
the scent. All of this, all of her, all
of this night was a giant deposit in the spank bank…but if he had anything to
say about it, it would not be the only one.
He leaned forward and kissed her lips. Not satisfied with the access, he bent one of
her legs and spread her wider. Once
again, her clitoris popped out from between her lips and he smiled. “Hello, gorgeous.”
Then he couldn’t help himself. She tasted like cherries. He closed his eyes and buried his face
between her thighs. She tasted so good,
so sweet, so addicting.
The vixen had been right after all.
Nedra moaned again, her eyes rolling. “Jon,” she whispered.
Victor paused, hearing the name. Even though he was perfectly aware of the
reality of this thing, he did not like hearing another man’s name on Nedra’s
lips. This moment in time belonged to
him and him alone and he wasn’t about to share the few hours that were left
with anybody. He resumed the task with a
passionate vengeance. Another man’s name
on her lips pushed him beyond just a tad bit mad.
Nedra woke up quick, on the verge of a powerful orgasm. The bedsheets were knotted in her fists, a
moan on her lips, and her hips were bucking in time to Victor’s superlative
head game.
“Oh shit! Victor! Goddamn it!”
“Come all over my face, Marine,” he demanded.
“Wh-what? What?”
“You heard me, Nedra.
Squirt. Baptize me. Me. Victor von Motherfucking Doom. That’s an order, Marine.”
“Oh would you stop calling me th—aiyeeeeeeeeeeee!” She
threw her head back and groaned as he slurped—slurped—up her goodness. Her
legs trembled and she fell back on the bed as he greedily ate her up.
She wasn’t ready when he widened her thighs and slipped
inside of her. He was rock hard and she
was slippery wet. He leaned close to her
ear and said, “Your pussy curves to my dick; have you realized that yet?” He thrusted, hard. “Do you feel that? How well we fit together? Like a hand in a glove.” Another thrust. “Do you feel that, Nedra?”
Nedra stared at him, her scent all over him, hands splayed
on the mattress because he was fucking her and she needed to keep her balance. Victor was commanding her, saying things that
hadn’t quite made it through the sleep-fog filter in her brain. He gripped one of her thighs, bringing up her
leg, making the fit tighter.
“Uhhmm,” she
responded, as that was all she could do.
“You said men get addicted to you, to this, and you weren’t lying, were you? I want this every day; I
have to have it and you want me to have it.
Do you feel that?” Another
thrust. Then another. “Do you feel it, Marine? The way I fit inside of you? It’s perfect.
You may have to be fucked every day, but you don’t get fucked like this every day…but I bet you want
to. Do you feel that?”
“Victor!” she moaned.
“Victor, what the—!”
“You’re goddamned right,” he said. He grabbed her hands and pushed her down into
the mattress and fucked her senseless.
Nedra wasn’t sure where this particular level of intensity came from;
they’d both been asleep less than an hour ago.
He brought her hands up and locked her wrists together with
one hand. Then he grabbed her thigh
again and just went sort of…slightly off kilter. Nedra met him thrust for thrust, bucking her
hips in time to his movements. Dear God,
had she ever been this wet? Had she ever
been handled like this? What sent Victor
into this maddening, delicious bout of sex??
“Say my name, Marine!”
Nedra’s heat was up.
“You say mine first!” She was
struggling trying to get her hands free.
He was far stronger than he looked.
“You say my motherfucking name! You’re the one lost in the Promised Land, so you tell me who it belongs to!”
“You say my motherfucking name! You’re the one lost in the Promised Land, so you tell me who it belongs to!”
“Nedra,” he moaned, and burst within her. Victor collapsed on top of her and she took
his weight, putting her arms around his neck.
Some time later, she decided to take a shower. He lay in bed, watching her as she ran the
shower. As if they were finished. He snorted.
Nedra stepped in and stood under the head, closing her
eyes. She was going to be sore as hell
for the next couple of days and Jon was going to be suspicious. She closed her eyes and thought about how to
handle it when she was suddenly not alone.
“Victor?”
He had a small bottle of blue-green liquid in his
hands. “Thought I’d return the favor.”
“What favor?”
“I want to bathe you.”
The idea had occurred to him moments after she got in the shower. He held up the bottle. “I swiped this from a five-star Marriott some
years back. It’s still good, I hope.”
Nedra’s hair was soaked with water and it hung in her
face. She moved it back like
curtains. “Really?”
“If you want.”
“You’re full of surprises, Victor. Who’d have thunk it?”
“There’s a lot people don’t know about me.”
“Because you don’t let them.” She turned her back to him. “Have at it, then.”
In moments, she was covered in a mountain of blue-green
lather. Victor remained mostly quiet as
he gave Nedra’s body the attention she’d given his yesterday. She leaned back into him, closing her eyes as
his hands moved over her body slowly, deliriously.
“Mmmn,” she groaned.
He spent an inordinate amount of time caressing her breasts and playing
with her nipples. Nedra’s hands covered
his and all of her previous thoughts swirled away just like water down the
drain. He had her turn in slow circles
as he soaped her body, kneeling to lather her legs. He put her foot on his knee and caressed her
foot, calf and thigh, focused solely on the task. That part done, he turned her to face him
while he slid his soapy hands over her ass.
“Did you know you were an ass man before yesterday?” she
asked?
“I didn’t know a lot of things about my preferences before
yesterday.” He could have bathed her for the rest of the day and not cared about anything else. It was blissful.
“Fair enough,” she said, moving away from him to rinse off. She pulled him towards her so he could do the
same. Nedra turned off the shower and
wrung out her hair with her bare hands.
When she was finished, Victor turned her and lifted her by her waist. With what seemed like either no effort or
preternatural strength, he lifted Nedra up and pressed her against the wall,
making sure her legs were over his shoulders.
“What the hell…” she squeaked, losing it at his display of
strength. God, but she loved strong men
and Victor had proven to be a lot stronger than she thought. “Victor, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like, Nedra? I want to eat you out again. Time is running out and I still want you.”
“How can you hold me like this?” Her vagina was literally in his face and she
sat on his shoulders, her back against the tiles. “How can you keep your bal—ohhh!”
Nedra cradled his head, closing her eyes as he took his time
pleasuring her. Jon had never ever
lifted her like this and she had to wipe the memory of it from her brain when
it was over. She couldn’t stop the
noises she was making and the intensity of his kisses made her knees quiver and
her hands shake. Victor’s own enjoyment
was muffled, as if he had shoved his face in as far as it could go. Nedra couldn’t help grinding against him and
she wasn’t sure if either of them could keep their balance once she came.
“It’s running down my chin,” he moaned. “Damn it, woman…”
Nedra felt herself go; felt it rumble from deep within
her. Her stomach began to hurt and she
couldn’t stop the tremors. Victor held
her fast and strong, unwavering in his desire to suck up as much as he could
and Nedra’s climax was violent in its intensity.
She was still shaking when Victor laid her on the bed and
pulled the covers over her.
“What did you do to me?” she asked. There were actual tears in her eyes.
He lay beside her.
“What I wanted to do. What I like
doing. I love the way you taste. I love eating you out. I told you this already. I enjoyed that enough to come without you
even touching me.”
“Really?”
“Let’s talk, Nedra.
Woman to man, lover to lover.”
“We’re not lovers, Victor.
This is a job—”
“I know, I know.
Franklin sent you to get me by any means necessary and the means you
chose to get me were…maybe not something he would be proud of, but it was
effective as fuck, pun intended. I’m
going back to Baxter and see what this kid’s done that’s supposed to be a game
changer.”
“He’s found another planet, Victor. His transporter goes to another world. What you were trying to do, he did. I don’t know exactly what he did that was so
different, but you need to see it. You
have to.”
“Yeah, later for all that.
I want to talk about us. And we
are lovers, whether you like it or not.
We’re compatible; it’s fire between us.
I feel it and I know you do. This
world may be a shitty place that deserves to die, but there are some things
that are worth keeping, and this between us is worth it. It’s real.
Realer than anything I've experienced in a long time.”
“Victor, it isn’t as real as you’d like to think.”
"So all this fucking we've been doing is what...imaginary? You keep saying I’m going to forget about you once I’m back at work; that I’ll be so tied up in my research and the matter transporter that you’ll just vanish from my memory. Are you fucking serious? You must be out of your mind if you think that. You’re using it as an excuse and you need to own up to that shit right the hell now.”
"So all this fucking we've been doing is what...imaginary? You keep saying I’m going to forget about you once I’m back at work; that I’ll be so tied up in my research and the matter transporter that you’ll just vanish from my memory. Are you fucking serious? You must be out of your mind if you think that. You’re using it as an excuse and you need to own up to that shit right the hell now.”
Nedra examined her fingernails and sighed. “You want honesty?”
“I deserve it, don’t you think? When you kiss me, I lose my senses. When you
press that fierce body against mine, I lose the ability to be rational. I’m not myself when I’m with you and I like
it. So yeah, tell the truth.”
Her legs had stopped trembling enough and she pulled them up
and locked her hands underneath her knees.
She stared at her bright red toenails.
Did he deserve it?
“Earlier, when I couldn’t sleep, I was thinking about
this. You’re right; this is good. It’s great.
It’s been some of the best sex I’ve had in a long time. So good that it gives me pause.”
“Elaborate.”
“As you well know, I have a man in my life. We’ve been together for years and what we
have is good. He’s nothing like you;
he’s a former Marine and we served together.
I love him.”
“He good in bed?”
“Of course. We
wouldn’t be together if he wasn’t. But
now there’s an unknown variable in the mix.”
“That would be me, I suppose.”
“You’re a variable in every sense of the word. I will not deny how good it’s been between us
and I won’t deny that I wish it could continue.
But it can’t.”
“Why not?”
Nedra side-eyed him.
“You’d be okay with being my side piece? You’d be good as my jump
off? My second string? Somehow I think not. Somehow, I think you will have a serious
problem not being number one in my life.”
“You’re right on all counts.
Hell no I wouldn’t like that shit.
I don’t like to share.
Anything. And I damn sure
wouldn’t share you.”
“See the problem?”
“Your man is your
problem, Nedra. Yours. He doesn’t have a thing to do with me.”
“And that’s why I never want to see you again. You’ll insert yourself into parts of my life
where you don’t belong and you’ll cause problems between Jon and me and I can’t
have that.”
“You’re acting like a punk right now.”
“Why? Because I want
to preserve what I have with him instead of risking it for hot nasty sex with you? All you can give me is hot nasty sex and that
ain't enough.”
“What makes you think that’s all I can give you?”
“Well, what else can you offer?”
Victor stared at her, thinking of Sue; of the plans he’d had
for her. They all seemed so trivial now,
paper-thin, weak…the delusions of another man. Nedra called him a Simple Simon because he
saw Sue as wife material...the kind of wife who wouldn't challenge him.
What could he offer a woman like Nedra? He had plenty of money, but Nedra wouldn’t be
impressed by that. She clearly had her
own ends.
“Tell me about what he does for you.”
“We have a history.
We complement each other, balance one another, and comfort one another
when the memories of our time in the Corps become too much for either of us to
bear. He makes me laugh; he’s a goofy
nerd who seeks to rebuild what our government sent him to destroy. He protects my heart and makes me feel
safe. I never, ever worry about him when
he’s away from me because I trust him completely. Jon is a man who sees through my faults and
my ugly ways and loves me regardless.
That is what he does for me. You don't stand a chance by comparison. Sorry, but it's the truth.”
Victor was quiet, thoughtful.
“Believe me, Victor, I thought about ways I could have you
and maintain my relationship with Jon.
It was why I tossed and turned earlier.
But all I saw was you demanding more of me and my time, getting in the
way of Jon and me.”
“Are you wife material, Nedra?”
“No. I don’t want to
get married. I’m not that kind of
girl. It’s why things are so good
between Jon and me. We just are. It works for us. You wouldn’t.”
“Tell me just what you think I’d do?”
“Show up when it’s time for me to be with my man. I’d give you the time you require; I’d do
every dirty, nasty thing you like. I’d
be your bad girl and proud to be so.
You’d have your own place in the Promised Land and I’d make sure Jon
wouldn’t have access to it. But that
wouldn’t be enough for you. You’d get
jealous of the time I spend with Jon…which is more time than I would spend with
you. And you wouldn’t like that. Would you?”
Victor recalled his reaction to hearing her say her
boyfriend’s name while he was giving her head and his subsequent response. “No I wouldn’t. But I don’t give a shit about your man. Fuck him.
I’m talking about you and me. You
gave me something that I liked and didn’t even know I needed and I’m simply not
willing to let it go.” He was thinking
about her kisses and the way she’d taken care of him.
Nedra sighed. “I’m
going to leave now. Franklin will be
waiting for you tomorrow morning. Have
fun with your project and give Reed a chance.
Go to that other planet and find out what it can do. You’re a fucking genius and you put more than
a decade of your life into this thing, so you need to see it through. And I really, really never want to see you
again.”
“How serious is it with…him?”
“I told you. I love
him.”
“And?”
“It may not have seemed like it to you, but he adores me.”
“Well, if the love is strong, then he won’t mind a little
competition.”
“You aren’t serious.”
“I was serious when I asked you to fuck…and you see how that
turned out. I’m no less serious
now. I have no intention of forgetting
about you or letting you forget about me.
And forget about hiding out at Baxter, because I will search that place
top to bottom with high beams looking for you. There are always possibilities. You’re just upset because you can’t control
me.”
“Exactly. You don’t
know how to stay in your lane.” Nedra
got up and went to get her clothes. “I’m
out, Victor. I’m tired, my hair’s a
mess, and I want to sit in my tub and soak for two hours. And then I’m going to sleep for 12
hours. Then I, too, must go back to
work.” She turned back and gave him that
same sultry ‘come hither’ smile that got his attention earlier. “But I had a damn good time. You are a gifted, talented bastard and God bless you for it."
She went into the bathroom and stared at her wild mass of
curls. He had liked having his hands in
it. Nedra sighed and hunted for the
elastic that held her bun in place. She
parted her hair into two sections, tied the elastic around one and cornrowed
the other. Then she repeated the act
with the rest of her hair. She slipped
the elastic around her wrist. Then she
put back on her bra and T-shirt. When
she went for her panties, Victor was there to stop her.
“If you’re really leaving, then let me give you a goodbye
present.”
Nedra side-eyed him and smirked. “Nah, I think I’m okay.”
“No, I’m serious. If
you really want this to be the end, and you’re serious about never seeing me
again, then the least you can do is let me give you a proper goodbye.”
“Aren’t you tired?”
“I’ve got three years to make up for.”
Nedra yawned. “Seems
to me like you did and then some.”
Victor took her hand.
“Come on, Marine. First to
fight. The few, the proud…all that. Don’t tell me you’re scared.”
Nedra smiled and let him lead her. “This is it, Victor. And then we part ways and you go back to work
and so will I.”
“And never see each other again,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“I mean that.”
“I mean this.” He
picked her up and sat her on the edge of the dresser. With a wicked, wicked grin, he grabbed her
bare ankles and put them on his shoulders.
Nedra stared at him. She was
extremely flexible, so when he came closer, she braced herself against the
dresser.
“What is this?” she asked as he adjusted her legs on his
shoulders.
“Something we’re both going to enjoy…and make it damned hard
for you to forget about me.” When her
legs were almost at 90 degrees, Victor slipped inside of her and she
gasped at the insanely tight fit. Then, with that same
preternatural strength, he put his arms around her and lifted her off the
dresser. Nedra’s heart was already
racing.
“Put your arms around my neck and brace yourself, baby.”
After a few seconds, all that could be heard were screams of
ecstasy and anyone listening wouldn’t be able to tell if they were female or
male.
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Victor was annoyed with Reed Richards from day one. He was pleased to see Sue, but she wasn’t as
alluring as he remembered. In fact, after the liveliness of Nedra, Sue seemed boring. Reed’s schematics of
the matter transporter were elementary, rudimentary…basically the scribblings
of a child, but the machine worked.
Nedra had been right about one thing; he was glad to be back at work,
using his considerable mind for what it was meant to be used for. It was easy for him, but Reed was such an
arrogant prick…and then Franklin had the nerve to bring in his hothead asshole
son Johnny to help with the fabrication.
When he took his breaks, he walked the many floors of the
Baxter. He was methodical; eliminating
any floor that didn’t focus on chemistry.
He had no idea of the work she did and it would have been too much to
simply ask Franklin or anyone else who might know. He checked the directories, but her name
wasn’t listed. That didn’t make any
sense. He asked the front desk
receptionist and she had no knowledge of Nedra Nix or anything of the sort.
A month after his return to Baxter, Victor was seriously
considering grabbing a flashlight to search every nook and cranny of that
building. He was even considering asking
Franklin where she was. He no longer
gave a shit about what Franklin would think; all he wanted was a glimpse of
her. Their last night together was a
series of memories he didn’t want to forget.
He had made several withdrawals from the spank bank as a result.
One particularly annoying day, he started walking down the
corridor towards the vending machines.
He needed coffee and he wanted some noodles and dumplings from
Yang’s. When he looked up, he saw a
curvy beauty in a black dress and heels standing at the Coke machine. Victor inhaled sharply and felt a twinge in
his groin. It was Nedra. He started walking towards the vending
machines in earnest to catch her before she left.
She looked elegant, regal.
Her hair was styled becomingly on top of her head and she wore diamonds
in her ears and at her throat. A quick
glance at the absence of diamonds on her left hand was enough to note that her
wack-ass boyfriend hadn’t wifed her up.
He snorted. If Nedra
was his woman, there was no way she would have roamed freely. Simple Simon he might be in some respects,
but there were some things that made sense even to the simplest of Simons.
She was standing at the machine, clearly trying to decide
what to select. The dress she wore clung
and that ass…oh, that magnificent ass! She needed to be worshipped.
Victor stopped about two feet from her. Nedra turned and looked at him. She blinked rapidly but calmed herself
quickly. “Victor?”
“Hello Nedra,” he said.
“How’s it going?”
“As expected.”
She smiled. The curve
of her lips reminded him how good they felt on his dick. “You don’t like Reed, do you?”
“He’s a jerk.”
“He’s not so bad.
You’re just used to being the genius in residence and you can’t handle
anyone stealing even a little bit of your shine.”
“You look amazing.
Why so snazzy?”
“Presentation to a bunch of bigwigs.”
“For money?”
“That, and access.
Once that transporter is up and running, my squadron of bad-ass chemists
will be analyzing the samples you bring back.”
“Fine as you are, you’ll get it before you even open your
mouth." He paused. "Nedra, nothing’s changed for me.”
She turned her attention to the Coke machine. “Fanta, I think.” She inserted some money and pushed the
button, waiting impatiently for the drink to drop. She remembered that last hour at Victor’s
apartment. His proper goodbye was a
position out of the Kama Sutra; the Erotic V, and instead of using the dresser
to support her weight, he held her in his arms and the sex was indescribable;
beyond the usual good, the usual hot…his penetration of her was so mind-bogglingly
deep that both of them were left with aftershocks after climax. They couldn’t even make it to the bed. When she was finally able to calm down enough to be able to walk, Nedra all
but ran away from him. He had watched
her go, determined that he would see her again.
‘No’ was not a word Victor was used to hearing.
Nedra fiddled with her fingers, actually nervous that he was
so close by. How had he found her?? Her body was responding to his nearness and
she was trying to remain cool. She had a
presentation in an hour.
Victor stepped close to her, close enough to whisper in her
ear. “There’s nobody around. I want to get down on my knees and lick your
pussy.”
Nedra swallowed hard and immediately walked away from him without
getting her soft drink. Victor watched her go, smiling.
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