As soon as their lips touched, Victor's hands circled her entire back and held her as close as possible. They lit fire on her skin, and Lily's hips swung forward trying to pull herself even closer.
She lost her balance and stumbled back to catch herself, pulling Victor along. But he just walked her further until her hips bumped against a table and lifted her up onto it. (So that was clearly something he liked. She filed it away in her mental Victor Lane folder.)
He broke apart the kiss with a gasp and moved down to her neck. Her shoulder. Her chest. He didn't discriminate. Everywhere his mouth touched, he was tender and appreciative. She just dragged her fingernails across his scalp and hiked one leg up to his waist, lost in the feeling.
His nose nuzzled into the valley of her breasts, and she ripped the bra down instantly at the touch. Hitting the cool air, her nipples puckered, and Victor was all too happy to work them the rest of the way. Still gentle. Almost reverent. She wasn't used to it. Most of her history was made up of feverish, straight-to-the-point rub downs with her clothes still on. But hell, there was a first time for everything.
"You like a little teeth?" he mumbled, gazing up at her from under his lashes with a look that made her furious in the best way.
He rolled and flicked her nipple between his front teeth and her head fell back again. He'd found another one of her damn buttons. He was getting too good at this. Too powerful. She needed an edge. So she wrapped both her legs around his stupid little hips with those stupid little indents, and dragged her fingernails up and down his spine with purpose. They weren't very long, so she couldn't do much real damage, but the little hitch in his breath did not go unnoticed.
He kissed her again - more tongue than lips this time - while slowly working his hands up and down her thighs. They reached the waistband of her jeans and he hooked a finger inside, right over her button, just up to the knuckle. Not even touching her underwear. Playful. Teasing. But also a silent question.
She undid the button and zipper. Then lifted her hips while he slid the fabric off. Had she known this is where she'd be ending up tonight, she probably would have shaved her legs. Probably would have shaved a lot of things. Victor was a very clean-cut guy; he probably liked his partners the same way. But if he was bothered by the hair, he didn't say anything. Just caressed the newly exposed skin with his red-hot palms, pressing a long kiss to her shoulder.
Lily wet her lips. She expected her underwear to go next, but instead he scooched her up and onto her feet again.
He spun around so he leaned against the table, her back to his front. One large, steady hand across her stomach kept her there, pressed against him and why the hell was he still wearing pants.
His other hand stroked the upper crease of her thigh, very clear where it wanted to go beyond that.
"Is this okay?" he murmured over her shoulder, and she heard it again. The warble of his lust. The clear indication he wasn't as cool and collected as he so desperately wanted to be. It did truly sick things to her.
She latched onto the wrist across her stomach. "Yeah."
He pressed his lips against the side of her face - less a kiss and more anchoring himself - while he began stroking her over her panties. They were already damp, and her hips bucked a little the moment he touched her. She wanted to curse herself for it, but the thought evaporated as quickly as it came, and she merely sunk into her pose.
He thumbed the top edge of her panties. "Do you--"
"Get in there. Please."
Lily turned her head enough to find him smiling, his dimples easy to see in this light. His mussed black hair draped over his forehead in that classically-beautiful-but-disheveled way. Then he sucked two of his fingers into his mouth. And God almighty, she hated how much she liked it.
"On the contrary." And he dipped his fingers below her panties.
Her hips bucked again, but she resolved, possibly squeezing him a little too tight. She felt him shudder behind her, and he eased into long, controlled strokes. Then started circling - a little high at first, but his batting average had been suspiciously high up to that point, so she could forgive him. And she guided his wrist to where she needed him.
Just when she was settling into the sensation, one of those fingers curled up and inside her.
"Fuck." It came out so matter-of-factly and almost a little too loud. Her head swam.
"I'm fine." Yes, she'd been fingered before. She'd just never done it standing up with her partner from behind. The difference was surprisingly palpable. But it also felt amazing. "Keep going. Please."
Slowly, he began to draw in and out - tantalizing but still infuriatingly gentle. At her urging, he slid in a second finger. She needed to feel that stretch, that almost too much. Eventually, he found a steady rhythm and she shifted back against him...but the cold shape of his belt buckle distracted her.
"Take your damn pants off."
"I want this to be for you," he purred.
She clawed dumbly at the back of his neck. "Your belt's digging into me. Besides, I wanna feel you..."
He sighed right against her face - hot and sticky and obscenely delicious. Still keeping one hand down her panties, he made enough room between them so she could do the honors. Reaching behind her was a little awkward, but Lily couldn't imagine moving from this position. His fingers filling her, but not pumping at the moment - more like caressing her from the inside out.
She slipped his belt out of its loops and unfastened his pants. Victor had to yank them down the rest of the way and kick them off. He still had on his underwear, but oh, it didn't leave much to the imagination. His hardness throbbed against her, pressed just into the crevice of her ass cheeks. And the fact that she was the cause made her lightheaded.
"Better?" he breathed, shifting against her with intention.
She nodded, clutched the back of his neck again and squeezed, unable to form words.
He started pumping her again, working back up to speed, and she rocked against him in return. Her hand reached back to grab the table for support as she subconsciously spread her legs wider, and he used the opportunity to grab her breast. They worked faster and sloppier, with each of her little gasps becoming more voiced.
A flash of warmth zinged through her whole body. Her eyes flew open.
"Wait--" Lily's voice popped like a strangled bubble. She grabbed Victor's wrist and eased herself off him.
His face lost some color with a grave expression. That was fear. He thought he'd done something wrong. She flexed her fingers through his hair.
"I just don't recover well. And if I'm gonna come tonight, I want you inside me."
Victor sucked in a breath, and the flush returned to his cheeks. Another throb against her lower back.
"The one-shot-one-kill type. Good to remember." He spun her around, captured her mouth again almost with a growl, and scooped her into his arms. She mewled in turn at a high pitch that didn't sound like her voice, with her sensitive center pressed against his firm torso.
He dropped her onto the couch, then immediately dropped his underwear. Right in front of her. But before she could do anything, he backed up to grab the condom he'd dropped on the floor.
In the meantime, though, she ripped off her own panties and curled up her legs so Victor couldn't see anything as he rolled the condom onto himself. Even she could tell his throat was dry from the way he looked at her.
He bent down, getting in place to straddle her--
--but she grabbed his wrists and flipped him down onto the other end of the couch.
"My turn, she whispered, spitting on her hand and gently working the length of him.
Victor groaned, staring at her in open fascination.
By all accounts, she should have been exhausted at this point, with everything that happened. The dinner, their confession, her freak out. Instead, she felt liberated. Confident. Drunk on the very air in the room. But more than anything, she felt...safe. That even if she shattered and fell apart, he would be there with a wry smile to hold her pieces together until she recovered. Lily hadn't felt that in a long time, and it hadn't occurred to her how much she missed it.
So she spread her legs, firm and grounded on either side of him, and eased him up into her.
His breath was already coming in gulps. He gnashed his bottom lip between his teeth, tensing his limbs to stone.
"That feel okay?" she asked, reaching for his shoulders.
He swallowed. Nodded. "It feels amazing."
"Same here." And it did. She silently thanked herself for having the foresight to tell him to stop. As great as the fingering felt, no part of her wanted to miss this tonight. Not least of all, the look on Victor's face realizing he was no longer the one in control.
He anchored his hands onto her hips. She leaned in close.
And she began to rock.
Already slick and warm from his earlier work, she took him so easily. His hips bucked up to meet her, but she squeezed him and ground down hard, reminding him this was her show. They breathed curses and compliments onto each other's skin. He pressed a hand over her bandage and she sucked on his mouth.
That same zing of warmth hit her, and this time her body took over without much thought. She rocked faster, took him deeper. Her voice fizzled out, silent and breathless. And just when she thought she couldn't feel anything, she felt everything. A gasp pulled out of her, lungs burning from the force of it. She fell against him, twitching, and he pushed the stray hair out of her face and held her tight.
"Lily--" he croaked. He still needed help.
Dizzy and primal, she un-straddled herself from him and took him into her mouth.
Jesus Christ, the man kept flavored condoms. She could kill him with her bare hands.
Nevertheless, she worked him quickly and fully as she could. The leather couch squeaked as he tried to fist the cushions, tipping his head back. He jerked, voice shaky and indistinct. And when she pulled back, the tip of the condom was filled.
Victor just sat there, panting, only moving to run his hands down his face. Lily knew hers was buzzing. And for once, not in the bad way, either. She flopped next to him on the empty side of the couch. Pried one of his hands away and squeezed it.
Victor smiled and tried to shrug it off, but only sunk deeper into the couch, giggling. Actually giggling. And Lily found herself giggling, too.
She touched his jaw and kissed him - light and shallow, since both of them still needed to catch their breath, but enough.
Everything about them was enough.
She didn't argue afterwards when he led her into his bedroom and snuggled under the blanket with her. And he didn't argue when she tangled her unshaven legs between his. They could worry in the morning about collecting their clothes and getting her out before Daisy woke up. Right now, Lily just wanted to lie on his side of the fence, with him on her side, and nothing in between them.