chapter 8

"You know, taking me to all your business meetings when my mother might have filed a missing person report by now probably isn't the best idea," Blue avoided Vincent's eyes due to the sheer possibility her cheeks would be bright red — he had kept one hand on the steering wheel the whole drive back to the hotel and the other on her; one part of her body or the other. Of course, when he laced his fingers with hers, the touch had been rather tame. At odd moments on the highway where he didn't have to think too much at all, he'd hook a hand beneath her underwear and trace the length of her in the most painful way she could ever imagine. She'd wanted nothing more than to fück his hand as though her life depended on it, but lacked the sheer valour and instead settled on rocking her head back and pressing her lips together as she fisted the edge of her seat and held back a cry of frustration. He loved teasing her, he loved watching her build up to something that could only be relieved with either tears or a thorough fücking. That alone did indeed show on her cheeks as she obediently took his hand and trailed by him towards the open elevator.

"You're eighteen, Blue, I haven't stolen a child from her home — as far as your mother knows, you didn't lie in your text messages and you have, indeed, taken a road trip down the coast for a week," Blue finally met the man's eyes. Though she would never dare to admit it aloud, it was painfully obvious that the flush of her cheeks was a rebellious declaration of arousal rather than embarrassment. Try as she may to hide the fact, Vincent knew there was nothing she wanted more than to be relentlessly fücked in the very way she was too shy to ever confess. "Besides, why would I ever want to let my beautiful wife out of my sight?" As a small smile betrayed her, the colour of her cheeks deepened even further than she ever thought it could, and she found herself staring at her feet as Vincent's hand squeezed hers rather fondly.

"What's the plan for tonight?" The words were quiet and came with a clearing of her throat. Vincent found it odd how closed up she became at times — one day, she would shove her hands down the front of his trousers where anyone and everyone could see, and others she'd blush at the suggestion of merely changing clothes in front of the man. "Do you want to go get some dinner?"

"I was thinking about settling in and getting some room service tonight," Vincent stepped around the girl and hooked a finger beneath her jaw in one movement. When her eyes found his, they were wild in the most betraying way and her lips were parted for shallow breaths she could do nothing to control. The display alone made him smile.

"God, we really are a married couple, aren't we?" He watched eagerly as she scrunched her nose, but the small smile was enough to give her away... she liked the idea. She couldn't deny it, no matter how hard she tried. "How long will it take for us to be so comfortable with each other that you can take a shit while I'm brushing my teeth?" Vincent chuckled as he slipped his hand onto the girl's shoulder — it only took a moment for her to deduce that she had killed the mood. Goddammit. "Room service sounds great,"

"Nothing sounds better than the fact that after today, we now have a whole week to do whatever we want,"

The man almost groaned as Blue slid a hand into the tangle of overgrown hair at the back of his head and arched her back to press her stomach against his. In less than a moment, she gasped as he took a step and pushed her roughly against the cold hard wall. "Hopefully 'whatever' involves me," The sheer feeling of his generous length pressed against her stomach in all its rock-solid glory was enough to threaten the stability of her knees as his nose rested against the side of her own and his lips threatened hers with a kiss that never came. Out of the two possibilities, it seemed crying would be much more of an option than the fücking she craved so deeply when the man refused to even kiss her — he knew she was on the brink of completely losing it as he rocked his hips against her stomach and the rail of the elevator wall dug into her back so painfully.

She cursed as the elevator came to a halt and an elderly-looking woman stepped in. Blue assumed that the fact Vincent had his arms hooked around her rather hungrily and his legs spread with her own standing between them was the reason the woman turned away and faced the elevator doors rather awkwardly. But Blue could see herself in the reflection, she didn't even want to think about how explicitly the random woman could see her attempting to undress Vincent rather desperately. Vincent gave way to a small, muffled grunt as Blue reached into his pants with shaking hands and coaxed her eyes to his own with a hard stare. "What are you doing, Blue?"

"You've been driving me crazy all day, I can't put up with it anymore," She wrapped a hand around the very length she had imagined sitting inside of her for hours on end and tugged ever-so-gently in a way that pulled a deep, rough moan from the man's lips — there was no way the random woman had no idea what was going on behind her. And as Blue pulled him out of his trousers, used the railing to support her weight, wrapped her legs around his hips greedily and rocked her own along his length so devilishly through her underwear, she could have sworn she made eye contact with the woman in her reflection.

She watched as the woman punched a number on the keypad and felt the elevator ground to a halt... before she could form a hypothesis, the doors slid open and the woman climbed out — the poor lady definitely knew. And now that the pair was alone in an elevator, as the doors slid closed painfully slow, Vincent lifted a hand to the girl's neck and pushed her head back against the wall in a way that should have done anything but arouse her to no end.

"You can't just do that while someone is watching us, Blue," His voice was low, and his eyes were firm as his stare held hers. Though she felt so lustful in the moment, she felt her eyes burn and her throat close as though she was about to cry. She knew she was. There was nothing in the world she hated the idea of more.

"You won't stop teasing me, and you wouldn't let me relieve myself," Blue shook her head as if the action alone would hold the tears at bay; a motion had never made Vincent's heartbeat quite as fast. "You were busy all day yesterday, I'm jetlagged, I'm tired, I'm so sexually frustrated I just want to scream-" Blue's words tangled in her throat as she felt a finger hook around her panties and tug the fabric to the side — and before she could prepare herself, she felt the man shove himself inside of her and the railing arching her back almost painfully as the movement alone plastered her against the wall behind them.

"Christ, I'm sorry," Blue found herself moaning lowly as Vincent's hips curled against her own and his hands lifted to grip the sides of her face. She wanted so desperately to let her head fall back where it could limply roll against the wall, but his hands held her in place where he watched her eyes glaze over and the lines of her mouth firm to hide sounds of pleasure he would eagerly mimic... he had imagined the first time they'd have sex as husband and wife countless times in the forty-eight hours they'd been married — never once did he imagine it would be inside of an elevator that had a mere four floors left to ascend before they reached theirs. "I should have been making time for you,"

Blue's hands shook as she held onto the man's shoulders for dear life — though her eyes looked absent, her gaze was locked with his, and her hips rocked against his to meet his thrusts eagerly. Before she could gather enough willpower to focus on the numbers that climbed behind them, she watched the doors slide open and the screen display their floor number. Just like that, heartbeat quickened even further than she thought it ever could. "We need to get to our room," The words alone were a struggle as he roughly pushed his hips against her own, took a hold of her thighs and slid her further up his stomach. Before she could ask him to, he was carrying her out of the elevator with his dick planted so disgustingly deep inside of her that each step shifted his peak against her very core in the most mouth-watering way she could ever imagine... and she could never be more thankful for the fact; she wasn't sure she had it in her to stand, let alone walk.

"I've got you; can you get the key card out of my wallet?" The man's voice was rough as his hands tightened around the girl's thighs with a sense of urgency... though he felt she weighed almost nothing, he longed for nothing more than to be able to throw her onto their bed, pin her beneath himself and simply fück the shit out of her until he felt like he physically couldn't any more.

All too knowing, Blue shifted to reach around him, an arm hooked around his neck, to draw his wallet out of the pocket by his hip — and as he paused by their door at the very end of the hall, he shoved her against the wall with just the right degree of care and haste where their hips met, and she fumbled her grip desperately. There had never been a sight that had swelled his heart more than that of the girl with shaking hands as she tore the card from the wallet and handed it to the man.

With one movement, he threw the card against the reader, shoved the door open, peeled the girl from the wall and slammed it behind them. In a matter of painful moments, he had paused by the living area only to throw his wallet and card onto the lounge in the most careless manner and passed through a door frame and fell onto their bed in a heap with the girl beneath them. And as her narrow form dipped into the mattress and his hips bowed to hers, he felt a relief he didn't know he had been waiting for the entire two days they had been there... and her small, eager smile eased his stress in a way he had never noticed it had. "I need you," Blue gasped the words as she battled with Vincent's buttons and the need to roll her hips against his... but she was close, she had been built up endlessly to the moment where she had been tucked underneath him and desperately trying to undress him — now that it had come, she was on the very brink of an orgasm she knew would tear her wide open.

The words came only as she pushed his shirt over his shoulders and balled it into a heap — with a twisted smile hidden by their linked lips and a sweep of his hands over her chest seeking any flesh he could. "You already have me," She knew it was expensive, and she didn't care. He knew her dress was expensive as he wrenched it over her shoulders and tossed it to the floor; he had bought it for her the morning he tore open her blouse. That, and the other three-quarters of her suitcase. But he didn't care for it at all when it was one out of two obstacles keeping her bare skin from him. He cared even less for her panties. Even less then for the bun that kept her hair away when he needed something so desperately to hold onto while he drove himself inside of her.

Blue found herself writhing beneath him as he kicked her panties aside and flung the elastic from her hair halfway across the room; in less than a few moments, his trousers were grazing the insides of her thighs so roughly and his hands were twisting in her hair as he stuffed himself to the hilt inside of her again and again and again. Finally, the girl allowed herself to cry out so desperately as he planted an arm holding his weight by the side of her head and took her neck in his hand; and she saw stars as she fought the completely debilitating threat of an orgasm on the brink of overcoming her.

Her throat strained against his grip and her breaths fought his fingers as she found herself fisting the sheets by her hips — the words she allowed were rough and struggling, her face reddened by a mix of arousal and a complete lack of breath. "I'm going to..." and just as quickly as she had felt his paces form and his hips bucking against hers so indefinitely, she felt him leave her before she could finish with the word 'cum', and his hand slip from her throat to instead cup the side of her jaw. Blue, before she could fight the sound, let out a whimper.

"Not yet," Vincent's voice was low, and his heartbeat was in a frenzy from the sheer warmth of her around him... though he would never let Blue on to the fact, she drove him absolutely wild just from looking at him, let alone twitching and squirming beneath him desperately as she felt an orgasm rise into her stomach and slowly ebb away as he left her. His lips brushed hers, hand firm and affectionate as he steadied the braindead roll of her head and searched her eyes. Nothing turned him on more than watching the girl he had become so infatuated with struggle for breath due to the sole fact he had fücked her senseless.

Before he could work up the will to stop himself, Vincent hooked a hand beneath the girl's knee, pinned her leg against the mattress and allowed himself complete and indefinite access to the very spot he knew he could never grow tired of... And before he could talk himself away from the point of no return, he bucked his hips against hers slowly and roughly, and lost himself in the warning cries of Blue from beneath him as she fisted the sheets so frantically she was afraid she'd tear them.

Her body shook as she felt herself become so overcome by something entirely soul-splitting. In what felt like only a moment of the man's hips seeking hers so hungrily, she found herself crying out with a sound Vincent almost confused with a sob and lifting a hand over her mouth in a feeble attempt to quiet the screams. As he thrust so eagerly between her hips, she felt a pleasure she regretted never being able to match... a pleasure that tore her stomach open and spun the room as she reached for anything to steady herself; his broad, square shoulders as he flexed and curled above her; his narrow hips as they rooted the glory that was his length inside of her so carelessly despite her newfound sensitivity; the sheets that tangled beneath her as he crushed her like she was little more than his right hand...

In all honesty, she felt as though she was dying from heart failure as he rocked his hips against hers and his fingertips bit into her thigh — and as he relentlessly shoved himself inside of her, she felt every line and inch of him at her most sensitive, and every rough brush of his trousers with the warning of chafing between her thighs. Raw and battered and used completely and inexorably, she truly did feel like she was going to cry.

It didn't take long for her to feel her stomach warm with a familiar pressure as his thrusts became unsteady and his hand dug into her skin so roughly she was afraid she would bruise... but there was something exciting about the prospect. About him leaving something on her she'd have to walk around with for the days to come. Something that went beyond the prospect of the fact she'd have his semen inside of her for however long it would take to run out. God, she'd have to take a shower — not that she had the energy to. Maybe she could make him wash her.

His hips rested against hers for what only felt like seconds before he drew away and tucked himself inside of his trousers in one movement. Before she could mumble a protest, he sat back between her legs, breathing ragged and eyes wild as he watched her break her gaze from his and allow her head to roll back tiredly; gingerly, he took the girl's hips in his hands and tugged them to his stomach, where she eagerly tangled her legs around his waist and he accepted the very warmth he had been sheathed in moments before against the warmth of his own stomach. It was an affectionate movement; a movement that allowed him to admire her completely and indefinitely. As his gaze followed each curve and rise of her figure, his hands followed soothingly — he felt a degree of guilt for taking the girl so greedily; for not being careful and taking his time where he should. For the first time they were together without sleeping in sin, nothing felt pure about it. Blue knew that. She could see the worry on his face as he bowed his mouth to her stomach and placed a hot, careful kiss in the very spot he knew a certain aftereffect would be sitting. She could feel the remorse in his gaze as he took a hand in his own and laced their fingers together. The man, so dark and brooding — with a wiry, lean frame and a wicked smile bellow deep green eyes, looked so gentle and affectionate as he made an effort to soothe her.

She found she had an indecent desire, as she watched him, to take the mass of black hair that fell over his forehead and around the back of his neck in her hands just to guide his mouth between her legs. To fück his face until she came again and again just so she could feel echoes of the very kiss she had come to know so well inside her thighs, even while she slept. All she could do was murmur weakly as he reached for the throw blanket tangled by the pillows and wrapped her up so carefully... "That was amazing," and as Vincent shook his head after a long moment and reached to take her hand in his again, he opened his mouth to form an apology he didn't know the tune of quite yet.

"I shouldn't have been so rough with you," Blue mimicked the shake of his head before she could really stop herself and found a small smile on her lips before she could keep it at bay. Despite the shame that had become so obvious on the deviant features she had come to admire so deeply; his hands were warm and gentle as one traced patterns delicately on the inside of her thigh and the other gripped her own so urgently.

"Vincent..." Tangling his hand further with hers, she tugged to bring herself to a seat where the man instantly drew her onto his lap. In one movement, he wrapped an arm around her and locked the girl in the very ginger and steady embrace she felt her body would recognise even in sleep... and she felt more loved than she thought she ever had. Blue drew back only to meet his gaze before he took her mouth in his in a kiss so passionate the room spun as though she was getting off all over again. "It was perfect."

"Are you hungry?" The man spoke against the girl's mouth as their lips tangled and their breaths mixed. She was aware that, as he drew away and climbed to his feet, there was cum coating his trousers where she had sat in a way that made her almost proud. They truly were lovely pants; pants he had worn all day whilst he did his business-y things and spoke to business-y people; pants ruined in less than five minutes due to the sole fact they couldn't keep their hands off of one another. "I can get some room service now before you pass out," She watched as he kicked his trousers off. As she watched his shoulders flex the moment he bowed to a crouch and swept the clothes he resolved to take to dry cleaning into a pile, she swore for a moment she wanted nothing more than him to take a hold of her naked hips and have his wicked way with her for the second time. After all, she had been promised the most sex-filled week.

"No, I just want to sleep," She rocked back, crossing her legs as if in an effort to hide the very core he had become so acquainted with, and reached behind her to tug a pillow into her chest as she curled onto her side. She felt the embrace of the cold as the throw slid off of her and tangled with the duvet. Though the warmth of her own body craved his, she did nothing to reclaim the blanket. Instead, she ignored the spring of goosebumps; strangely sobering. "I'm so tired,"

"Probably because you haven't been eating as much as you should lately," he watched her affectionately as she eyed him, bending over, fingertips meeting the end of the bed.

"And I'm still putting on weight like there's no tomorrow,"

"Hmm," Blue watched with a hard stare as Vincent tugged at her pillow taken in an embrace she was certain would be strong enough... And yet one hand was stronger than two and both her arms as she sent him a glare and felt an unwelcoming rush of evening air take the pillow's place. With a stare that ransacked her so blatantly and every inch of her left on display, he paused with a crooked, cruel smile, tossed the pillow to the floor and climbed on top of the woman as though he had every intention of mauling her to death — and suddenly, she felt far more naked than she did before. "No, I don't think so,"

She fell victim to a broken moan as his teeth latched onto the skin of her collarbone and a hand hooked beneath her back, pressing her breasts so deliciously against his own bare skin and alerting the man of the frenzy her heart had taken to. "I've gone up a cup size and I hardly fit into my jeans, you can't deny that,"

Vincent pulled back only to meet the girl's eyes as her legs lifted to wrap around his sides and her hands clung to his shoulders invitingly. God, how much he wanted to just have her again. "I like the sound of that, now I really should get you eating," He chuckled as she shoved at him with a force almost laughable, and only tightened his grip on the girl in response. At this, the bones of her hips dug into his stomach and her breath tangled with his as she gasped a warning — truth be told, she had been lacking in the self-control department since she met Vincent; her hormones had been running rampant and every surface of her body decided the only appropriate response would be to amp up her sensitivity to the point she swore she could cum simply if he took a nipple in his mouth. It was a tragic feat, the fact she could hardly stand being in the same room as him; the fact she resorted to throwing herself at him in elevators and trying to undress him in front of perfect strangers. Unsure of how long she could stand being in such a compromising position, she took to playfully kicking the man — something she would come to regret.

"What? Is a cup not good enough for you?" She shrieked with laughter as he took a hold of her foot, fingers hooking beneath the sole and threatening the skin she knew would betray her frown if he were to inch his fingers just slightly.

"As long as it's yours, anything is too good for me," He watched as a blush took her cheeks before she could hide in her hair and her struggling stilled. The sight alone made him smile; the relaxing of her waist in his arm as she sunk into him made him grin. Just like that, she was at a loss for words... and completely forgot about how naked she was. "My offer regarding next week still stands, you know,"

Blue chuckled a sound that sounded far too much like it came from Vincent before the pink of her cheeks somehow darkened even further. Just as much as she hated how much it sounded like a business offer, she truly hated how obvious it was that she was flustered all the time. She couldn't pretend to be unaffected even if she tried — aloof was something that would always escape her — and yet she never felt more in control when she was with Vincent; like she was always meant to be with him, doing whatever they had taken to doing at that time (most usually one another). "And what's my cover story when I text my parents I won't be coming home? 'Sorry, I'm moving in with a friend you've never heard of so don't bother asking who'?"

"Tell them you bought your own place," Reluctantly, he let the girl's foot fall from his grip as she smiled challengingly and instead took her thigh in his hand rather gently... she hated they had his briefs between them despite the fact she could feel a rather obvious erection brushing her stomach with each inhale.

"My dad's not an idiot, he'll ask to see the papers,"

"Good thing I've moved my New York apartment under your name, then," Blue froze and tensed all at once, eyes widening, grip slackening on his shoulders.

"You didn't." The words were challenging, her eyes firm and the flirty smile falling from her lips in what could have been a split second.

"Come on, my solicitor won't be too pleased if I call her up and ask her to move it back to my name two days after she's gone through all the effort,"

"Where are the papers then?" Blue couldn't bring herself to mourn the loss as Vincent drew away from her and climbed to his feet — she couldn't even bring herself to admire the rippling of his back as he fished through the stack of papers on the dresser that had only grown since their stay in the suite... the scar she had traced on his shoulder blade while he was making love to her all those times she had sought for something to hold onto. In fact, she sat up, oblivious to her lack of clothing and impervious to the cold that had fallen after the Los Angeles sun sunk away. And as he handed her the papers that seemed all too good to be true, she couldn't distinguish between that and the plane ticket he had handed her at customs on the way to their wedding, of all the places... it was a ticket out. Out of the family. Away from Marian. Away from Bradley and his obvious scheming with Dick. Away from her life sentence of pushing out countless children and not questioning where the money her husband brought home came from. Before Blue came to even realise, she found herself crying.

"Oh, Blue — if you want me to change it back, I can," before she could assure the man that it was the last thing she wanted, she wrapped his approaching form in her arms and accepted his own embrace eagerly. She didn't need to. He knew, as she hooked her legs around her hips as they had been moments before, shook her head earnestly and tangled a hand through his hair, that she'd be making him carry the bulk of her clothes from her house at a ridiculous hour of the night — and he had no objections.

"I don't know why I'm crying, I'm such a mess—" The girl sighed a silent tune, an arm hooked rather carelessly around Vincent's neck and the other grazing the very scar she hadn't paid enough attention to notice only moments before. Before she could assist with her own weight, Vincent fastened her back in the small of his elbow and guided her up towards the pillows with a thrust of his hips she wished a layer of fabric wouldn't cut short... Oh, how she wanted to have him until she was too raw to feel it anymore; until she felt it all too much and not at all. 

All she wanted from the universe was less of him offering her a bulk of his belonging and, instead, more of him taking from her completely and endlessly; ravaging and using her to satisfy his any and all desires. Fücking her dry. Kissing her to sleep. Holding her until she couldn't breathe. She wanted to be of service to him in the most cruel and twisted ways, and yet all he would do was pull the duvet over her in the name of modesty and place a hot kiss on the skin of her cheek just above her ear. 

Though it shouldn't have, nothing in the world turned her on more. Perhaps, due to the fact, he was sexually rejecting her advances again (howbeit, she hadn't made any). Or simply due to the fact she was so sexually frustrated that any form of human contact was an unequivocal sex invite. Possibly even a hearty mix of the two.

Be what it may, she couldn't help but take hold of his face and press her mouth to his with a kiss that said all she was too shy to. And in a matter of moments or minutes alike, Vincent tucked the girl beneath himself and, with a path of curious kisses, took full advantage of her lack of clothing. 

Just like that, with the warmth of his far-too-familiar mouth parting her legs in a way she'd been as unfortunate to never know before, she delicately took a handful of his hair. Wedding band glinting in the dregs of the day's sun and hair tangled on the pillows beneath her, Blue moaned. Not because she couldn't stop herself, but she wanted to. 

In the very same way she wanted to get married to defy her mother. In the same way she wanted to stick a finger up at Richard by slipping through his. In the same way she wanted to make her own decisions for once in her life — let it be for her pride or the fact she wouldn't hear the end of it if it didn't, she goddamn hoped she had made the right one.