ever experienced before. Sure, I might not have been a stranger to anal sex, but knowing Vicky’s never been touched there had me feeling like a king conquering the most coveted of lands.
It had hurt, and she had screamed, but she had also begged. Once the pain had subsided, Victoria McGrath had started moaning like a hot, little slut, and she had taken every inch of my cock like a good girl.
Like my good girl.
Leaving her Sunday morning had been one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, and each day after that, has been a test to my will and dedication to G&C. I was committed to what Damien and I have built, but suddenly money and success weren’t everything.
I pulled out my phone and looked at the time. I had a late meeting in twenty minutes, but I called Vicky anyway, knowing the time difference put her at past nine.
She answered on the third ring. “Hey.” That’s it, that’s all. Just one simple word, and I was feeling like she just said yes to wearing my letterman jacket.
I’m such a fucking pussy.
“Hey,” I replied. “Were you sleeping?”
“No. I was about to call it a night, though,” she answered. “I just got out of the shower.”
I groaned and didn’t even try to hide it. Fucking her in the shower and blowing my load all over her face was another vivid memory I had of us that I’ll be taking to my grave. “I didn’t need that visual, Stems.”
Her laugh was soft, feminine, and making my dick hard. “What? You want me to lie to you?” she teased.
“In this case, it would probably be for the best,” I told her. “I have a meeting in twenty minutes, and I don’t need to greet the CEO of Sansco Incorporated with a hard dick, Stems.”
This time her laugh was full-blown. “Keep your mind in the game, Creston,” she advised dryly.
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her I didn’t care about winning the game anymore, but I knew admitting my obsession or professing my love would have her running for the hills and not looking back. Even though I had convinced her to do this with me, I knew the only way she could handle a long-distance relationship was to label it casual. As long as Vicky believed she wouldn’t have to make any major changes in her life to be with me, she would do this. She didn’t want to think about having to sacrifice the life she had now for love, so ergo, there was no love. Just casual sex and great conversation. Or maybe it was great sex and casual conversation. At any rate, I knew I couldn’t talk serious with her right now.
I knew it and it was fucking slowly, but surely, eating me alive.
“So, I was calling because, while I know you have a life, I need you to block out every other weekend from now until eternity for me,” I said, trying to keep my tone light and joking.
I could hear her trying to rein in her laughter. “I’ll see what I can do,” she deadpanned.
“Two weeks is my limit, Stems.”
She let the laughter out. “This from the guy who accused me of not being able to go without dick for a night?”
I grimaced. “Stop it.”
She took mercy on me. “Okay, okay,” she said, getting serious. “I can block out every other weekend for you, but I don’t think the calendar on my phone has an eternity setting, Will.”
My heart thumped in my chest because she hadn’t scoffed at my condition of eternity. She just said her phone’s calendar didn’t go up that high. I had to pull my phone away from my face as I took a deep, steadying breath.
After a couple of seconds, I put the phone back to my ear. “Then you must have a shitty phone,” I teased. “My phone has an eternity setting and you’re on it.”
Vicky’s momentary silence was loud as fuck, but she finally said, “I miss you, Will.”
My knees almost gave out. “Thank fuck, because I miss the hell out of you, Stems,” I replied with a growl. I realized I was mad at our distance, but there was nothing and no one to take it out on.
I could hear her sigh deeply over the phone. “Well, I’m going to let you go get to your meeting,” she said, effectively saying goodnight. “And I’ll be heading to bed as soon as I