It Had Been Years (21 page)

Nadrea
just stood watching and waiting.  “Are you going to the bar with
Vinny
later?” Samantha asked. 

“Not sure yet,
” 
Nadrea
replied not yet knowing if there was a bar event, he hadn’t said a word about it, the answer was a polite side step. 

Samantha just smiled “Hope to see you there.” 

She said looking over at Steve “We’re going to the tent outside for the post game show
” 
Nadrea
genuinely like Samantha and smiled
and walked with her to the upper level of the box to say her final good
byes
.  Arriving at the back of the box by the bar to grab
a water
just as Vincent turned his back to her and made his way toward the suites private restroom. 
Nadrea
again had followed him, though this time less obvious and more intentionally.  Her eyes fixed on the door waiting for even the minutest sign that it was about to come ajar.  No sooner than it began to open she found herself moving quickly toward it and slipping in before Vincent could slip out.    As
Nadrea
entered Vincent pinned her to the door she had just passed through kissing her deeply.  His broad shoulders cast an intimidating shadow behind her while his back was bathed in the soft yellow light of the room.   Her arms wrapped upward around Vincent’s neck, his body bending forward to meet her lips with his.  His hands are large enough to cover her from the tops of her thighs, her entire bottom to the small of her back when his fingers were spread.  She hadn’t remembered how large his hands were.

Moving back with
Nadrea
clinging to his embrace, panting for breath with their lips still intertwined. 
Nadrea
could feel herself becoming flush, shading ever so slightly as her endorphins raced through her body.  Vincent reaching for her chest, moving her away from the wall she turned her back to him. 
Nadrea
ground into him in a manner that was not at all discreet, her intentions were obvious.  Vincent’s hand was still on one breast and the other across her small tight stomach toying with her studded belt.  As she looked forward, looking at their reflection in the mirror. 

“Not here,” Vincent said. 

“WHAT!” 
Nadrea
replied completely stunned.  Vincent laughed that damned laugh of his “I could take you here…” she looked at him seductively thinking that was about to be exactly what happened
,  how
could he resist she thought to herself. 

But he continued “…that’s not what you really want…” 

How did the arrogant bastard know what she really wanted?  The rage inside of her growing and feeding on the intensity of her lust only seconds earlier. 

“…what you really want to for me to take you out there.” 

Nadrea
just reached for his crotch trying to coax him into her intentions of here and now.  “I’ll be out there Nod,
”  Vincent
said
stepping away from her.  Vincent removed his touch and he was out the door before the sensation of his embrace had left her body, before she could react.

Again she had followed him, this time into a small bathroom that she, now alone was occupying, as she stared into the mirror she wondered how Vincent could have resisted her.  This was not a reaction she was use to, she could feel his arousal growing the entire time she had been there with him, but still he walked away. Looking past her own reflection, delighting at the sight of the door she had been pinned against, the spot where her warm hands had left their imprint on the cold porcelain countertop.  “Did he know” she said out loud to herself “or did he guess?” She paused “…at what I wanted?”  She pondered did he know what she had been thinking about most of the afternoon.  She smiled and let out an evil little giggle when she realized she had continued to follow Vincent without a known rhyme or reason, this time into a restroom.  She laughed a little harder as she wondered with great expectation where she would follow him next.  Mussing her hair as she opened the door, she walked out to find Vincent in an entirely empty suite.  He was on the far side sitting in one of the overstuffed lounge chairs.  He was just sitting there calmly like nothing had or was about to happen, a bottled water in one hand and the other magnificently large hand was held as if he was posing for a picture, stoic and imposing.  Vincent just stared at the suite’s TV with a mostly blank but focused expression, it was like he was just watching a game on the TV at home not at the stadium.

It dawned on
Nadrea
for the first time how beautiful he
was,
his hair soft and shiny, his jaw strong and squared.  His full lips offset by his piercing eyes.  “Well, alone at last.” He said with a grin that was on loan from Satan himself. 
Nadrea’s
image of Vincent had changed in her mind by the day.  In a week he was just a man to toy with in a bar, maybe a play thing and then again maybe not.  He had become the complete baneful obsession of her thoughts throughout much of the week, vilified,
despised
, an albatross of obsession to be disposed of on her terms in her way over dinner on Thursday.  Was he cruel or casually aloof?  Friday he had shown up and fit right in, but on his terms not her own despite her best
efforts, she found herself at the end of the evening or in truth in the early morning in a way and place that he had planned.  Perhaps he was cruel she thought to herself maybe only seemingly aloof but how could anyone who knew her for such a short time cause such a stir?  She left off the part about the stir being in her cold unattached jaded little world.

As
Nadrea
crossed the suite walking towards him, Vincent just sat there watching the game.  “Are they gone?” 
she
asked.  “No they’re invisible” he replied not yet acknowledging her presence except for his response.  She stopped in front of him to block his view of the TV.  Her gazed focused on him unwavering as she admired his beauty.  She looked into his eyes as he looked away watching the game on another TV more towards the field.  As she continued to look deep into his eyes she got lost in them like so many others had done in
Nadrea’s
, but unlike when others looked into hers the returned gaze was intended to have people get lost in her.  Vincent wasn’t even looking at her.  But she was lost in him, his beauty, his demeanor, his ability which was quite rare to be who he was on his terms despite her best
efforts,
it was maddening making him all the more interesting. Vincent continued to look away, no longer
focused  towards
the field.  Had he taken even a moment to look into hers he would have at first seen what he thought to
be
Nadrea’s
lust, arousal and wanting tied to her physical needs of the moment. 

There to be seen, if he had looked just slightly past them, he could have seen her soul.  Not the image she projected, not who she pretended to be and not even who she thought she was.  Had he looked at her at that moment he would have seen who she really was at her core, in the darkest depths of her clouded dark soul. Vincent’s body tensed and he stood, his posture that of aggression while yelling at the top of his lungs, his voice angry filled with unbridled rage
“DOWN”
he yelled as he stood. 
Nadrea
fell to her knees, her heart raced, her arousal intensified and in an instant she went from feeling in control to unsure.
Nadrea
found
herself
afraid but excited by the new possibilities lowering her posture even further. 
“Fucking Down”
he yelled again without pause, his entire body flared.  He looked back from the field toward where
Nadrea
had been standing only seconds before to find her kneeling at his feet, head down eyes on the floor.  “Do you roll over and play dead too?” he asked.  She didn’t speak, she wasn’t sure of what he wanted, whether or not to respond in words or in actions.  Vincent reached down and took her hand off the floor, leading her with it, bringing her slowly back to her feet.  As she stood slowly again her eyes locked on his, this time his were focused on hers as well. 

Nadrea
wasn’t sure but she couldn’t remember having ever done something
so
simply thrilling as holding his hand.  “I wasn’t yelling at you,” Vincent stated not in his usual biting and sarcastic tone but gently and softly.  Vincent may have been a swordsman and at times with consent or upon request a rough lover but he was never cruel, he did not speak to his lovers in the manner that he assumed
Nadrea
had just interpreted.   He was not abusive, had never raised a hand in anger to a girl or woman, it was not who he was.  “He was down on the play” Vincent continued to explain that he was yelling at the play,
Nadrea
pretended to care seeing new possibilities in the last few seconds.  As Vincent continued to explain he wondered why she reacted like she did, it was seemingly so out of character for her. 

“Follow me,”
Nadrea
said, for once she was leading as she headed to the front row of the box.  Vincent paused at the second row, tugging her behind him into it. 
Nadrea
kissed him as he tried to place her facing him onto the table. 

“Not like that” she said “ I want to see who might be watching us” as she kissed him again turning placing her back to him and leaning forward, over the table hands in front of her with her legs straight and spread wide she leaned forward a little more and waited for him.  His hands tracing over her skirt, up the back of her legs, raising her skirt in the center allowing the sides to continue to drape over her concealing at least a little their intentions, preserving her modesty for everyone but him. Entering her slowly, sliding to his full length with his first movement, his motion measured, slowly making the most of every fraction of an inch slowly sliding inside of her filling her time and again.  Vincent’s pace remained maddeningly slow, deliberate, and quite intentional, his notable girth’s friction filling her with sensations,
Nadrea’s
intensity building.  She wanted to feel his lust and force and
intensity as she had on Friday night, but he just steadied her hips limiting her motion and maintaining his desired pace, the strength of his hands evident in his controlling grip on her waist.  It was like he had once again found a way to touch her that she had never felt before. She looked up from the table, biting her lower lip staring out at the crowd below her, at the players on the field and the stands on the far side of the stadium.  She wondered with growing excitement
who
might be watching them, seeing her fight back her first waves of release, fighting to hold back her orgasm, struggling to stay stoic as she moved ever so subtly with him.  A willing participant in driving her own pleasure deeper and deeper again she tried to quicken his pace.  Again Vincent steadied her hips denying her the speed and motion she longed for.  Pressing
himself
deeper than she had ever felt him before, again deliberately slowing his pace even more, sliding with ease allowing each sensation one by one to reach her brain.  Her orgasm now rising out of control reaching back for
herself
, Vincent took the hand and pinned it gently to her back.  Her other arm still in front of her on the table there just in case of an increase in their thrusts speed and intensity to prevent a violent collapse forward.  No one, not man or woman, not self pleasure or cock or tongue or toy had ever built the intensity of sensations he just had.   For all of her experience and literally countless lovers she had never been fucked quite like this before. 

Nadrea
wondered for a moment what he was thinking of, she felt his undivided attention was hers, but worried that he might in some cruel twist of fate be watching the game.  She looked out across the stadium one last time before collapsing her torso completely on the table, head turned to the left, hair draped across her face, breasts pressed into the surface of the table flatting has she pushed downward harder.  Vincent watched as her other hand moved between her legs and just as she felt her own first self caress he removed that arm and guided it back behind her pinning it with the other.  As
Nadrea
feigned a struggle he held both arms in place with ease behind her, both seemingly gentle and firm at the same time. 

“If what I’m doing isn’t good enough for you right now then I’ll just stop” Vincent stated cavalierly pausing again with his fullness
completely inside of her, again allowing her to feel him in yet another new way and wave of sensations.  Not able to fight it any longer her orgasm rose to its peak, seemingly from her feet through to her head and her entire body shaking with its intensity.  She surrendered to him completely as he again began to glide through her, another release washed over her completely.  As a third wave approached he tensed and released himself into her causing her sensations to again intensify even more.  Arching up she imagined that the world had just watched her
come,
Nadrea
imagined that it would never stop, but it did as Vincent removed himself and her long flowing skirt fell back into place.  Vincent covered himself with a towel and she turned and headed toward the restroom.  Neither had spoken yet, as
Nadrea
lingered following beyond, re-tucking a blouse and adjusting her belt.  She tried to be most
lady
like while putting her thong back into a reasonable semblance of the places it was supposed to be in and not where it had become lodged off of center.