Fire In His Eyes (5 page)

Victor reached over to turn on the radio and m
usic immediately filled the car.  He dropped the volume a tad so we could talk. “I love music, you?” he asked, making polite conversation.  I did, but I didn’t recognize this artist, it was up tempo with a lot of bass.

“Yes, I do.  I am horrible with names though.  I like whatever is on the radio, co
ntemporary, rock, pop, whatever,” I told him rambling on as his hand was now on my leg stroking it; once again he was touching me and keeping me from any coherent thought.

“I love music, too.”  He leaned over and ga
ve me a quick, gentle kiss on the cheek, and then a lop-sided boyish grin as he straightened back into his seat and began to concentrate on driving.  It was my first chance to really take him in tonight.  He was so incredibly handsome, like a Greek god. He had classical features; a strong nose and chin, and chiseled cheekbones.  And if what I felt beneath his shirt proved to be true, he was ripped and fit as well.  I knew he ran, but he must also work out.  I couldn’t wait to see his body later.  His head was shaved closely and his facial hair was a little longer.  He had what look liked a day of stubble.  He looked good morning sexy.  Incredible! The urge to bite him popped into my head.  The sensations that his stubble had evoked as it swept along my neck and throat, had been purely erotic.  The combination of that roughness and his soft smooth lips had me panting when we kissed earlier; it had been strangely titillating as well.  He caught me admiring his profile and so took my hand in his and drew it to his lap while he drove one-handed with the other.  He was using his thumb and fingers to caress me between each of my fingers and the top of my hand.  God, even this was causing my heart to palpitate. It seemed he was always touching me somewhere, the contact sending bolts of electricity running through me.  It kept me on edge, and most definitely kept me from thinking clearly. 

“
So Victor, are you in the military,” I asked, trying to clear my thoughts.  He also knew what I did, and I wanted to learn more about him. 

“Not anymore.”  He offered no more than that for a little while
looking pensively out the window focused on driving.  “My friends, the ones you saw me with last night still are, but I am not in the military any more. I was for ten years and I loved it.  I miss it and them, my friends.  We still hang out though.”  He paused again, and it seemed he was choosing his words carefully.  “I am a contractor now in new construction.”  I was about to ask another question, when he gazed at me sideways and said, “I saw a Chili’s not too far from here.  Not fancy, but they make a great margarita? Is that okay with you?”

“Sure,
I like Chili’s” I answered.  There weren’t too many nice restaurants in Hudson, but Chili’s had great food, and Victor was right about the margaritas.  They were delicious and used top shelf Cuervo rather than some bitter knock-off tequila. 

In just another minute we were pulling into the parking lot of Chili’s
.  It was only a few miles from where I lived.  Victor stilled me when I made to get out of the car, and he came around to open my door for me, giving me his hand to draw me out of the car, and with his hand on the small of my back he steered me towards the entrance.   I wasn’t used to guys opening doors for me, being gallant.  I like it, a lot.  Even though I barely knew him, and I knew his focus tonight was on seduction, those little things, those touches, and his demeanor and actions made me feel safe, protected.

We were seated right away
by the hostess when we walked in, and then a waitress who was right behind her asked if we would like to order a drink.

“Two margaritas,
doubles,” Victor responded casually then glanced at the young waitress focusing his attention on her.  I was a little bothered by the once over he was giving the adorable young blonde. My heart clenched when he took her arm and turned it to remark, “Hey, nice tattoo!”  I had a bit of a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach; it was a feeling I didn’t like, but his touching her bothered me. It made me feel a little insecure, a little jealous, frankly. I tried to put those feeling aside to reflect upon later, and then glanced at the young pretty blonde again, she couldn’t have been more than twenty.  I might have taught her a few years ago, but did not recognize her or the name I read on the nametag, Nicole.  She was very pretty, but the tattoo she had on her arm wasn’t anything remarkable, just some tribal bands with the words Hot! Hot! Hot! above them.

The girl giggled
, batted her eyes and blushed to her roots at Victor’s attention.  Forget, twenty, she was probably more like eighteen.   I’ll admit, it made me a little jealous that he had noticed it and was holding her arm to admire it. The moment felt awkward to me. “Oh, that is just a temporary tattoo.  All the waitresses are wearing them to promote our new spicy, bold menu items.”

“Yeah, I saw the
hostess with one on her arm too, and I was curious about it.  So the new menu items are hot, I do like things that are hot,” and then his gaze swept across to me, landed on me. He was staring hard.  Those eyes.  They tormented me, and when he looked at me like that I felt like the only woman in the room.  I let out a shaky exhalation of relief; he was just being polite, making conversation I told myself.  The girl turned and left us then, and we made casual conversation about the various menu items, work, and friends, but conversation with Victor always seemed to be anything but casual.  They were filled with innuendos and suggestions.  He had a way of making everything sound erotic, and naughty.  It kept me on edge and disconcerted.  He told me about the things he missed from his days in the military, the camaraderie of the enlisted, the travel to faraway places, the routine, and P.T.  It turned out he was a real physical fitness buff.  I was too, now.  We had that in common.  Check.  We both ran every day. Check. He liked to run races, marathons, and had even done a few triathlons, something I had been thinking about training to do for a while now.

Our drinks arrived
and we both eagerly took a sip.  It was cool and refreshing.  We ordered our meals, and the waitress just slipped away unnoticed as we continued on with our conversation.  I told him about my teaching career, and he remarked that all those teenaged boys must be failing because how could they possibly concentrate on work when they were all mentally undressing me.  I laughed.  He was such a flirt.  He was so terribly sexy, and made me feel electrified.

Dan had been handsome in a cowboy rugged sort of way.  But never had he made me feel like this, so wanton with expectations of what I did not know. 
He had been a trusted friend who I knew wouldn’t hurt me and the only person I had willingly wanted to have sex with.  He had been like a teacher, a confidante, someone who understood my situation and was willing to take it slow and be patient with me.  Dan knew about the rape, and had helped me to get over my fear of sex.  He had been patient and had always made sure I was ready and willing. Victor had no patience, I could tell, and there would be nothing slow about what we were going to do later tonight.  Victor was exciting, pure sex on wheels, no holds barred.  But, he made me want to do things I had never dreamt of, had only read about in romance novels or seen on television.  Dan was about the basics, teaching me about my body, and how not to be afraid.  Victor scared me a little, but not in a fearful way, in an exhilarating, adrenalin-charged way, in a curiosity kills the cat kind of way.

Our dinner arrived, steaks
with green beans for me, a baked potato for him.  We ate, leisurely, talked, and more margaritas arrived. I didn’t even notice he had ordered them, or that I had even finished the first one, but the waitress was taking the empty glasses away. He sat next to me on the green faux leather seats, and his hand kept straying to my thighs, brushing them lightly, stroking them gently. My senses were on high alert, and yet my brain was dulled by the Cuervo, a sensual heady combination.

“Are you ready?” His ey
ebrow arched devilishly at me asking my permission.

“Yes.” I was ready.

He called the waitress over, paid the bill, and helped me to scoot across the seat holding my hand behind his back as he escorted me out of the now crowded restaurant.  I trailed behind him through the waiting patrons near the restaurant’s entrance feeling a little light-headed from the two double margaritas. We were back to his car in quick time, and he swung me around and pressed me against the passenger side of the car pushing his erection into me.  He buried his head into my neck, and confessed in my ear, “I have been hard for you all night!”

H
is lips found mine, as one hand began to stroke my thigh inching up higher under the hem of my dress.  Instinctively I raised one leg and pulled him in closer to me. My pulse quickened as his fingers inched closer to my loins.  When the tips of his fingers reached the lace of my panties my legs began to shake and I felt a quivering rush deep inside of me.  Heat pooled at my core.  I moaned his name and breathlessly groaned out, “Oh Victor, I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.  I want you, inside of me.”  And like magic granting my wish, two fingers moved my panties aside, and slowly, achingly slow, began to insert themselves into the center of my being.  Victor’s other hand caressed the side of my breast, as he continued to kiss me in a crushing kiss that drove me wild.  He devoured me.  He consumed me.  I couldn’t think.  I could only feel, as this sense of fullness began to fill me.  His thumb circled my core, two, then three times, slowly, leisurely, and I groaned and pushed into him.  I was wet, so very wet.  In and out, over and over again with those wicked fingers, I felt myself begin to move in time to his rhythm. A building pleasure and excitement coursed through my veins.  I clenched around his fingers as he began to withdraw them once more, he insert them again, and again.  I felt like I was going to cum.  I was close.

I had to feel him, too.  My hands had been roaming restlessly over his well-defined back
, and the muscles there.  I scratched lightly at first, then dug into him alternating with caresses, my palms on his back.  I slipped one hand between us and felt his dick through his pants.  It was big, and hard.  I felt it pulsing in my hand through the material, and he savagely broke the kiss, and tilted his head, back to say my name.  “Monica, softer. Not so hard, baby.”  I lightened my touch.  He returned to kissing me.

We heard laughter behind us, and both froze
frustrated and panting for air.  He rested his forehead on mine for a second breathing hard, trying to regain control, and then he pulled back and gave me that grin.  The grin that was just a little lop sided, and made that delicious dimple appear in his cheek.  It was sexy as hell.

“Your place, now!”  His eyes, ice blue
, glittered and smoldered with white flame.  How the heck we were going to make it to my place without ripping each other’s clothes off, I didn’t know.

The drive to my home was done quickly and silently.  As I
fumbled with my keys and the lock in my excitement, I could hear the incessant ringing of the telephone.  I reached to the wall to pick up the receiver of my cordless phone as Victor trailed behind me.  I was mumbling something about my sister calling to check in, but clear thoughts were eluding me as his hands were already on my back and ass, and lifting the hem of my dress.  I put the receiver to my ear, but couldn’t concentrate, and barely heard my sister say, “Hi!  How was dinner?”  Victor had turned me around and had me up against the wall in the hallway between my kitchen and living room. He was already trailing kisses along my neck, and collarbone and stroking my thighs.  I was feverish with desire and a fine film of perspiration coated my entire body. 

Ana was talking, but I wasn’t hearing a thing. 
“I DID see mom, she was great, fantastic,” I panted into the phone and I dropped the receiver onto the charger with a clatter as Victor’s hands tweaked my nipples through the material of my dress.  Not caring if the phone was off or on the hook, I let my hands fly and roam his back and shoulders once more.

As soon as the phone
was forgotten, his hands left my nipples; he reached for the hem of my dress, and yanked it over my head, stepping back to take in my body.  The look he gave me was the biggest compliment he could have ever had given me—his eyes were on fire with desire for me.  “You are so fucking beautiful, Monica.  Let’s fuck.”

His words were harsh, but what a fucking turn on.  I was getting
wetter.  Burning, yearning for what my body knew only he could provide.  He reached for me, and lifted me up right under the arms.  He was strong and carried me just like that and set me on the sofa behind us.  He separated my legs and positioned me while still standing and stroked my thighs; instinctively I wanted to close them.  My back was against the side arm, with one leg up on the sofa bent at the knee and the other hanging off the side. “Don’t move,” he commanded.  It took all of my will power, but I didn’t move and watched as he slowly undressed, first taking his belt off, then his shirt, his slacks, and lastly his boxer briefs folding them neatly and placing everything on the floor beside the sofa. He was gloriously naked standing in front of me. His erection, once sprung, was massive.  He had at least a good eight inches, and the girth!  Oh, my!  He must have seen my eyes widen in surprise.  “Don’t worry, it will fit,” and laughed at my dazed expression.  Spread eagled before him, I was feverish with desire.