Chapter 16
“You couldn’t take him.”
Johnny Silverhand was a pain in V’s side. She hated the man at first, had thought of him as a parasite looking for the right moment to burrow right to the stem and cut her out of her own body. He was a menace who she was forced to share a mind with and the thought of ending her own life before he could was such a promising enough thought she had to regularly go for a jog through the mostly secured streets of Night City in hopes of distracting her mind. He was no help, of course, with all of his suggestions either coming with the hint of bodily harm to either herself or someone else or the destruction of a massive company she was trying to use for her own gain.
Well, less the company and more of the hidden experimental tech she had accidentally inserted just before dying. A common mistake, of course, and one that had put her on a path she couldn’t step off of anymore. Others were tied in by association and soon it was a spider web of connections that all started with her at the center. That was a level of pressure she’s never faced before and when she had thought she would at least be alone when her end unavoidably came to her, she found she wasn’t and that thought might have scared her more. She wasn’t really alone with Johnny there, but he didn’t count at first. Not until the two of them started to see eye to eye, even going as far as the man offering her up the dog tags and promise he had inherited. She wore them at all times now, along with that dumb tattoo on her upper arm that had earned her a few words of teasing, especially from Panam when she saw it.
However, someone who had definitely been there since the beginning was a man she had managed to mostly ignore feelings. Mostly.
When Jackie was around and him and Misty could act as that sweet buffer that took all the attention, she didn’t mind sitting beside him and occasionally making small talk with the Ripper she had been introduced to through Jackie. Before this, when she was all suit and prim and proper, she had never even thought of seeing a Ripper. Wouldn’t have thought about it considering her coverage meant she wouldn’t have had to worry about faulty equipment. Until they purposefully turned it on her and she found her entire system on the verge of shutting down.
Viktor Vektor had saved her life and to this day he continued to give her hand outs she never once thought she deserved.
It continued on once her and Jackie lived together and it wasn’t uncommon for the two of them to show up with matching injuries that required the man’s touch. Based upon Jackie’s initial description of Viktor, V had been convinced he was going to be an old man in glasses with overalls who spoke only about the glory day. While the personality was on par with the description, he was not the old man she had been picturing with gray hairs and a lengthy beard. He was the well-toned, muscle filled beast of a man dressed ready to go out for a casual dinner after he managed to stitch his patient up.
And that voice?
It was to die for. V had been ashamed at how quickly she had fallen for this man in what had started as simple attraction and lust she could temporarily burn out through a quick rub off in the night. Then, one night, it developed into something more.
She blamed that night of too many drinks, of when Jackie and Misty had ventured to the bar to pick up another round through the crowd and left her and him alone in the booth, elbows touching when she stretched her arms up and out. Viktor didn’t move away when her knee had touched his and his head was angled slightly to look through those sunglasses and right at her. Nothing in his stare gave anything away, nothing about his relaxed body language gave anything away.
But she just knew something was different when she and him spoke. And then he laughed and she found her heart skipping and she almost fell apart right there. She was sure she had a dumb smile on her lips when Jackie returned because he didn’t shut up about it later on the ride home and she had almost punched him for it if she wasn’t still thinking about his smile and laugh and the way the sleeves of his shirt clung to his upper arms.
She was gone.
“I could take him.” V told Johnny in response as she adjusted and re-wrapped her fists. The pattern mattered, Vik had been the one to teach her that when she started to climb the ranks of street fights to the upcoming professional match with the heavy weight champion that had called her out specifically. Why she wouldn’t know, just that Fred was very excited for the upcoming match and you were very much under prepared for such a thing. Street matches were one thing, but the heavy weight champion? That was an entirely new ball field that she wasn’t prepared to face.
Johnny had already took up a bet with her that she would kick his ass. She took up that she would at least last a couple rounds before the knock out came. That’s when the inner parasite had given her the best suggestion she’s ever heard from him; ask a professional for training. And who was the only other professional she knew who wouldn’t mind taking the time to train her?
“Are you talking to yourself in there?” Vik’s voice was low in nature but carried like a drum hit. It jarred her and she cursed as she finished up her preparations quickly and finishing off the wrapping. As she slid on the boxing gloves she dared a look up to Johnny with a spiteful glare.
“You’re going to stay quiet and stay out of my way this entire time, got it?”
“What, can’t handle that I could do better?” Johnny was always quick with the comeback. It was either entertaining or it was terrible and pissed her off. This was edging somewhere in the middle as she scoffed and stood, rolling her shoulders.
“How about you just go do…whatever you do when you’re not out here and leave me alone for this, right?” Johnny cocked his head to the side and uncrossed one leg to stretch it out. V had grown used to his mannerisms and she hated that she found herself falling into some of them. Such as the way he cocked a hip to the side she did the same movement.
“Fine, fine.” Johnny dropped his arms and turned to bring up that metal arm to clutch at the cigarette she could almost taste. “But I swear on every fucking thing, if you make me stay here and watch as you eye fuck him again I swear. I fucking swear, V.”
“Shut the fuck up.” V turned away and she heard when he fizzled out of her reality and back into the safe little chip somewhere in her brain. Dormant, for now, though she knew he was there. Always there. Like a little sleeper agent that wouldn’t ever go away. When she came out of the bathroom Vik had let her use in his shop he was already up and in the ring he had in the back. It was a part of the shop she hadn’t found a need to explore before. Everything she needed from him was right up front where she could just walk right in. Why would she have any reason to go to the back? Other than that one time she got overly nosy because he didn’t talk about some mysterious boxing past that Jackie kept hinting at and she was drawn to the trophies and posters shoved right to the top of a small locker room. No wonder she didn’t notice a thing, Vik had all but shoved his entire past right up there and out of sight from his clinic. Unless one had been nosy she would have never known he had made it all the way to the heavy weight championship one in his youth. What had actually happened she didn’t know. Of course she could have asked Misty or even looked up that name he went by when he still commanded the crowds with his prowess, but she wanted to hear it from him.
Sadly, Vik was a mostly open book with nothing but vague sentences inside.
It was shocking enough that he had agreed to ever train her for this. She had assumed she’d have had to go to the streets and throw punches with whoever she found in preparation. But the conversation was brought up when she had ordered the mark V Gorilla Arms and was seated on the chair waiting for him to get everything ready. It was a drastic change, after all. V had done Mantis Arms only for the longest time, had even recently dropped a pretty penny on a new set that had enough heat to burn through metal like butter. Although Vik wasn’t normally one known for small talk he couldn’t help but ask her what it was about.
When she casually dropped the name Razor he had turned faster than she had ever seen. Although those glasses were hiding the eyes she had only seen once or twice, she could practically feel the fire in his gaze that matched his wild grin. His excitement was palpable and she didn’t know what had come over him when he started spouting off pointers and she finally cracked and asked him to be her personal coach. And the rest led to this moment when she walked out in the boxers that she knew had once been Jackie’s, yet she had stolen them when she lived with him and never returned them and the tight sports bra that showed off the physique shaped by the city around her. Her tattoos were a testament to her time there too, a few even done by some of Jackie’s family when she had spent more time than she should have at Mama Welle’s bar.
The sight of Viktor stopped V before she even approached.
V had known the Ripper had to be strong physically. She’s witnessed this man lift Jackie up and into the chair alone with her fumbling hands to help. She’s witnessed him pick up and throw an entire man who was getting too close for comfort to Misty in the alley one day. The clothes he wore didn’t entirely leave much to the imagination on the daily, but seeing him in only that tank top that had peeked out over the tops of his button up and boxing shorts he filled out way too well? V suddenly felt like this was a terrible idea. Back to her she could see the muscles shifting when he stretched and rolls his arms, his head popping to one side then back to the other. When he turned around after a moment she always realized he had ditched those sunglasses and his bright blue eyes weren’t hidden anymore and V knew that was going to be a dangerous distraction.
“There you are, kid. Thought you managed to get lost.” Her clapped his gloved hands together then motioned for her to climb up. V stumbled when she pressed through the ring and looked around in mild awe.
“And here I thought you were just some old man who drank piss tasting beer.”
“My beer does not taste like piss.” She noticed he didn’t deny the first part and smirked, which he didn’t entertain anymore as he began to circle the ring, dragging one glove along the top rope of it. “How much do you know about boxing?”
“Just what you’ve told me when we’ve watched those matches.” Which was a lot. Vik was always detailed when he witnessed something he was passionate about, never once slowing down in how he spoke unless V managed to interrupt him with a question. So, this at least meant she knew the basics and what a “piss poor punch” looked like in many details. Vik nodded his head and continued to circle, V turning to keep him in her sights the entire time.
“Alright, well, it’s not like a street fight, you should know that much. Although I can’t say how professional this is going to be, it’s going to be against someone who is a professional and that should be enough. That means we have to start with the basic. Can you dodge a hit?”
V had opened her mouth with a very confident answer in her voice only for Vik to move like a blur, ducking his body low and coming up with a flash of red from his glove that V barely wobbled out of the striking range for. Her eyes had to be wide and the shock obvious when she fell back and against the rope because Vik was grinning. Now he looked like the boxer he was instead of the old Ripper Doc who often kicked up his feet and complained at the aches in his wrists after fiddling with his arm’s mechanism for too long. The mechanism he had left at the desk and gave her the view of a battered arm with small blots of bruising and scarring from his constant dosage of the stimulants he always had on him. He patted his gloves together and didn’t give her a second to relax once he threw another. And another.
He was in his element now and V felt like a fish out of water despite having worked her way up to where she was.
It was almost comical how easy it was for this man to disarm her like he did. How easy the sight of his muscles flexing with every throw, how the grunts when he swung and just missed and stumbled a little distracted how, how everything about him distracted her. Maybe that’s why the next strike that she should have been able to drop low and avoid caught her shoulder and sent her sprawling back and against the rope. Vik was quick to jump on this advantage and his arm was bracing against her chest and her eyes were wide because suddenly he was much too close and the musky smell of him and his cologne was overwhelming her with how close he was. The heat of his body was scorching and her body reached back at the ropes to try and balance herself as he raised up his other fist for a strike that never came. He was huffing softly and brought his hand down as he released her and stepped back to let cool air break the heat between them.
“If this was a match I would have continued to hit you until the ref broke it up. I can’t say if the ref would do such a thing in this match considering, but you would have definitely been coughing up something before we were pulled apart. It’s not just punches you’ll need to block. You have to keep them off of you too, kid. They’ll take advantage of anything you give.”
“Well, in my defense, I wasn’t expecting my doc to throw himself on me like that.” V teased through the ache in her shoulder as she rolled her arm back and forth. Vik scoffed and stepped further back to the center as V followed his steps slowly.
“I don’t think Razor is going to announce his next punch, but if it makes you feel better. Right hook.” V looked confused. Then she ducked because, as he had stated, the right hook was swung and she was in a direct path to be struck by it, collapsing to the ground and popping back up as she stumbled.
“Very funny.”
“Didn’t you know, I do comedy during the day.” The next punch he threw V decided not to dodge but to instead bring her arms up and out to take the hit. The Gorilla Arms he had put in handled the hit well and the whirring of them activating was loud in the clinic, a sound that made Vik grin. “There we go, was worried you forgot you had these.”
“I don’t want to hurt my favorite Doc.” She muttered and dropped her arms to roll them back and forth. Steam hissed briefly when a vent opened and she felt the tension in them release, the hit’s impact directed out and away. They definitely were worth the credits she had to dish out for them. Vik snorted.
“I’m not made of glass, kid. Just because I decided to keep my body intact doesn’t mean I can’t handle a hit.”
“From Gorilla Arms?”
“From you.” That felt personal and V crossed her arms and cocked a brow at him. Vik’s lips upturned and the mirth in his eyes was still weird to see directly considering she was used to the glasses. She was used to not seeing his gaze and not knowing where it was at. Now? Now she could see how it took her in. How it traversed from her face to the rest of her in a swipe and back up. Her heart rate spiked and she could feel the sweat on the back of her neck. Vik brought a hand up and rubbed the back of his glove over his cheek to knock sweat aside. “Do you know how to do a take down?”
“Like…you mean tackling them?”
“Yes and know. Considering Razor is going to be twice your size, I think you’re going to have to do more than just tackle him.” Vik had a point and she didn’t like it. Still, she motioned with his hand to go on and he shrugged. “Take me down.”
“Just like that?” She asked and he nodded. “….Doc, you sure?”
“Just try.” V scoffed. Try? Oh, she was going to do more than just try, she was going to do so. Which is why V took a quick step and picked up speed in the short distance between them. She was worried that he wasn’t going to be prepared when she just caught him bringing his arms in to block and she pulled back the last second. A mistake on her part, because when she finally met him she found that he was a wall of muscle she couldn’t move and his arms looped around her into a hold she’s seen in the ring before on his TV. And in a swift jerking motion that used her momentum he flipped them and she was taken down to the ground, his weight heavy atop her as his legs angled to pin hers to the ground and her arms were held out by his shoulders. Even when she thrashed and tried to kick him off she found she couldn’t move, just gasp and smack at his back desperately until eventually she gave up and felt his hold relax.
“You can do better than that, can’t you?” He mocked lightly when he pushed up, one hand aside her face to brace and the other just beside her ribs. His eyes took her in suddenly before they quickly snapped back to her face like he was aware his gaze could finally be seen. There was a flush to him, but she blamed it on the heat of the training.
“Didn’t think you could do that.” She admitted and he laughed a breathless sound before he pushed back up slowly and held out a hand for her to take. Their gloves squeaked when they met and he pulled her up quickly, making her wobble before bracing against him. “Okay, okay, I’ll actually try this time. I promise.”
“Good, you shouldn’t hold yourself back just because it’s a familiar face. Might be what costs you.”
“I get it, I get it.” She waved him off and stepped aside a little further, then she braced herself. This time she didn’t rush in, instead taking a moment to properly assess Vik. He took up a proper boxer’s stance even if it was more relaxed, prepared to jump aside or adjust however he needed to. It was like his previous stance. He was also a heavy weight boxer, someone who was heavier and bigger than her even with her enhancements. In a fight for a survival she could have won, there wasn’t much doubt, but a fight to not kill him and just practice how to handle a hand to hand fight? Different world all on itself.
“Go low.” Johnny was there suddenly and he was seated on the ropes, his body curled as he tilted and took in the image of the Doc. V narrowed her eyes past Vik’s shoulder for a moment before returning her gaze right back to him.
‘I don’t need a back up coach.’
“Obviously you do since I think you’re going to keep failing on purpose just to grope the poor guy. Or hope he gropes you. Pervert.” Johnny shook his head and in a flicker he was walking in the ring behind Vik now. Close enough Vik should have been aware and feel if he was actually there. Johnny looked him up and down and whistled slowly. “He’s built like a brick house. Probably would lay you on your ass if you gave him the chance. At least he’d fix you up afterwards. Might even offer to finally pay off your debt by-“
‘Not the time.’ V felt a flush and tried to act like she was still figuring out an angle. Vik didn’t look in a hurry, simply watching as she maneuvered herself back and forth in thought. Really she was trying to focus while Johnny was still there and still watching.
“When you charge him keep up, then drop last second. Sweep those legs. You know the fuck I’m talkin’ about, right? He’s pointed it out all the time on that stupid match he watches.”
‘Knew you paid attention.’
“I have nothing else I can do, The fuck do you want me to do?” Johnny stepped back and nodded towards him. “Now, hit him. And if you fuck this one up, I’m taking the reigns and showing you how to actually fight.”
The thought of Johnny taking control and trying to manipulate the body she had carefully put money and time into, again, was not on her bucket list. Especially if she was supposed to trust him with throwing a damn punch at the doc with those hands of hers that he had put in himself. So, she braced herself and took off with a new resound speed, keeping up like before and watching how his arms started to come up before she dropped suddenly. Her shoulders and body caught his waist and upper thighs and the wind being knocked from him was loud, a strangled sound when she wrapped her arms around his lower back and lifted with all her might. It wasn’t exactly her strength she used to lift him but the momentum of running itself and she dropped him to the mat with a resounding thump that echoed as she continued to see it through. Her body folded over his and she tried to mimic the pin from earlier, the same pinning motion that had her immobilized. But he was big and sturdier and when he began to thrash she had to lock up around him and fight the way his hands caught her sides and tried to push her up. She grunted and struggled to keep locked onto him, his thrashing growing worse until he managed to kick and roll them over and latch onto her there. Her legs curled around his waist and she bucked herself up to throw him. It almost worked if he didn’t press his weight against her, making her buck again.
He grunted and she made a noise when she tried, once more, by bracing her elbows into the ground and thrust herself up. Until his hands pressed right to her arms and shoulders and kept her held there as he choked on some strange sound. There was a moment she worried she had actually hurt him. That is until she felt a hardness dig into her thigh when he tried to keep her pinned in her thrashing. The feeling of it had her frozen and she choked on a gasp, blinking through sweat and adrenaline that hammered her heart in her chest. Her fight left her and Vik once more kept the pressure to hold her down. Up until he realized she was just tense and no longer bucking and thrashing like a wild creature and he lifted himself up enough to let her breath and so his own heavy breaths warmed her cheeks as he looked over over. Pride mingled and fought with another emotion that was so hot in his gaze that it would have been dumb for V to not pick up on what it was.
Lust.
“There you go.” He muttered and his voice was lower. A rough edge burned to it and V felt her legs coil a little tighter around him, a motion not lost as his eyes dipped like he could see the point the two of them met. His own tension was there and he didn’t move for several seconds, maybe even minutes. V couldn’t be sure. Not until his body lowered a little more like he was relaxing himself into her instead of pinning her and he felt when her legs tightened just a little more. “You know you’re supposed to let go once you’ve lost, right? End of the round and all.” Vik teased, but there was nothing in his tone that gave away what he was feeling. Not at first. But his eyes wandering gave it all away and it left V to wonder how often those eyes had traveled when he had his glasses on.
“You’re saying that like I lost here.” She muttered and his grin turned a little higher at the edges, his head angling down so his breathing was felt at her lips now. When this turn of flirting and almost glances became this she wasn’t sure, he probably wasn’t sure either, but she was vaguely aware of Johnny’s faint ‘finally’ echoing in the back of her head as she surged forward to kiss him.
It had been building. She would have been an idiot to deny that the sexual tension between them might have always been there. Even when she had first met him and Jackie was that buffer to keep things from becoming too much too fast, leaving them to the glances and her flirting that he always politely pushed aside. Always, it had to be there, because if it hadn’t then this kiss wouldn’t have felt like puzzle pieces clicking into place. It wouldn’t have felt like something right had finally happened and she could forget about everything in the world around her and focus instead how quickly he was trying to force off the gloves on his hands without breaking the kiss. He tasted of that piss beer she mocked, some type of gum he must have been chewing, and him. Just him. It was hard to explain it but it felt uniquely like him and her mouth moved to engulf him. V kissed like she fought; reckless. Vik tried to keep it slow, tried to work his way up to when his lips would part and his tongue would find hers, but she almost immediately started with tasting him and his patience had been worn thin for a while.
When those gloves were finally thrown off and his hands could touch her he didn’t hesitate to bring one down to her hip and bring her up to properly feel the erection straining his boxing shorts. The thought that he might be naked under said shorts did something to her and she rolled her hips in his grip just to feel him closer. The boxers she wore definitely didn’t do much to keep a barrier between them and the length of him slotted perfectly to her lips and her mouth parted from the kiss to gasp.
Vik cursed because he had definitely just found out V wasn’t wearing underwear under the boxers.
“Is this part of the training?” V asked when his mouth lowered to her neck, teeth leaving marks down the length of it. She arched and managed to throw her own gloves off and brought one hand up to grip at his hair and urge him lower and lower. That bra did nothing against his mouth and he was nipping through the pad of it at her breast. He laughed hotly against her chest and dove lower to nip at her diaphragm and feel when her legs finally loosened under his touch. Letting him dip further down so his mouth found her stomach and his eyes looked up at her.
“If it makes this a regular thing, sure, kid. Sure.” His mouth opened and the open mouthed kiss he pressed at her lower, twitching stomach had her arching and chasing and his hands held her down before they were hooking fingers into her boxers. V propped up on elbows to watch him and how he pulled them down and revealed that some of her tattoos did in fact leak into her inner thighs and hips. And that she was in fact soaking the interior of the boxers from how wet she already was. Those eyes were so reflective and expressive that it was entirely impossible to miss how he looked at her like a damn meal, the boxers pulled down and peeled away to be tossed aside. His hand dropped and caught her ankle and in a tug she was pulled right flush to his face, the stubble of his chin scratching at her groin as he muffled a hiss as his tongue finally slipped between the wet folds.
It felt like liquid heat where he licked. His tongue was long and flat and swiped over her hole and to her clit in one sharp swipe, his nose pressing just to the top and between soft curls as his grip tightened suddenly on her leg. Then her thighs. His mouth opened to swallow up in wet, loud kisses, and Vik indulged himself without a hurry. Even when V’s hands dipped and tugged at his hair to urge him to speed up, he took his time. His tongue curled and flattened when he took his time, his eyes closing to savor this. Whether it was the taste or the act alone, he was invested and he pulled back only long enough to bring one hand down and between her parted thighs.
“Vik, come on, don’t” ‘Tease’ was forgotten when two fingers of his swirled around her clit and gathered that slick he had licked from her. Lightning replaced the pooling heat and she bucked off the mat and into his other hand that tried to keep her in place. Her moans hit a high pitch and she threw one hand back and to the ground with a loud smack but the other continued to tug at his hair. Vik grunted at the treatment and didn’t let up as his tongue replaced those fingers and the tips of them pressed at her hole, dipping in slowly until the knuckles were stretched taught and she was bracing her feet and trying to arch off the ground. Vik’s other hand kept her pressed to him and he set a slow, careful pace to work his fingers in and out of her. Wet, warm walls squeezed and milked his fingers with a preview of what was to come and his entire body twitched with need, his groan vibrating along his tongue and against her clit.
“Shit!” She cursed and threw her head back hard enough it bounced and she was certain she saw stars. Just two of his fingers stretched her out enough to have an ache and her mouth opened wide to let out another shameless moan.
“Fuck, didn’t expect you to be this….” His words trailed off where they were whispered against her thigh and he worked his fingers deeper and he curled them to drag along the spongy arch of her walls. When she nearly screamed out and her nails dug into his scalp with a new pressure he grinned. “Being a doctor has some benefits, huh?”
“If you don’t hurry up and get your cock in me you’re going to need a doctor.” She hissed and the threat sent a thrill through him. As much as when she raised her flushed face and he got to look at the shameless heat and eager desire burning hot in her eyes. Her mouth was parted and all he wanted to do was kiss her again. His fingers jerked back and he didn’t hesitate to lick them clean even as she tugged at his hair and urged him up, up, then over. Her weight was quick and precise and when she flipped them he grunted. Not expecting the switch, all he could do was brace his hands to her hips and watch how she tugged at the strings of his shorts and soon the edge of it. Just as she tugged it low enough the fat tip of his leaking cock could be exposed he pulled the same trick on her; another flip. V grunted and cursed and looked ready to put up another fight until his hands dropped and shoved his shorts down far enough the rest of his cock was visible between her spread legs. With her knees cupping his ribs she got the perfect view of when the length of him, flushed and pulsing with pre leaking from the tip, pressed right against her puffy folds. He rolled his hips to trace himself there and gather her slick on the underside of himself. He was shaved down enough that the curl of pubes was rough when it brushed her thigh. One of his hands dropped to press two fingers to himself and line the tip up with her before he paused.
“Certain, right?”
“I swear to any fucking thing, if you don’t-“
“Geeze, clam down, double checking.” He muttered but his grin gave away his amusement. That grin faltered and fell into an open gasp as he pressed the tip through the ring, feeling the pressure pop when he started to inch himself in. Vik wouldn’t be confident in the way he acknowledged he was bigger than the average. From a completely medical observation, he was more than well endowed for someone completely organic, so when V dug her nails into his arms and gasped he tried to take his time to fill her. He knew it had to hurt, had to ache, no matter how worked open she was, but her legs were trying to loop around and pull him in and the man only had so much self control.
“Fuck, needy aren’t you? Christ, easy, let me-fuck.” His hips were jerked forward and when he sank to the base he could only gasp and bring his hands above her and to the mat to brace himself. Her legs had wiggled free to loop around him and she was thrusting herself up and against him, setting the awkward pace that had him tugging and pulling just right enough to burn. His mouth hung open and he choked against her throat at the way her cunt was trying to smother him. So tight, so warm, so constricting he couldn’t do nothing except become a slave to the pleasure. Vik managed to buck his hips to meet her thrusts. Skin on skin sounds echoed when he took over, his rhythm much more punishing now that he didn’t try to ease himself in.
“Shit, know how tight you feel?” He asked hotly into her ear. V just arched and turned to catch him in a sloppy, wet kiss. Because she couldn’t stand to do anything else. Everything felt suffocating and hot and all she wanted to do was try and flip them again so she could set the punishing pace. So that she could draw out sweet sounds from him instead of how every thrust knocked moans right out of her mouth. She wanted so badly to put up some of a fight instead of letting his hands catch her thighs once more and folding her further open. The angle pushed him deeper and that burn in her body lit up like an inferno. Every inch of her body was aflame, nerves raw and exposed as she was vaguely aware of just how loud she was. If anyone started to walk down the steps with the intention of entering the clinic they’d definitely hear them. She could only hope Misty had no reason to come down at that moment. Her hands caught his head above her and drove her into another kiss, tongues meeting before she nipped at his bottom lip on the pull back. Vik chased her with another kiss to block the groan knocked from him and his hands were tightening on her thighs.
“Close,” He grunted against her lips and she licked his in return, a motion that made him jerk and almost laugh if he wasn’t moaning. His hand released one leg that bounce and curled over him as the hand dropped so fingers could clumsily rub at her clit between them. That must have been all her body needed because that growing coil of pleasure suddenly popped and stars danced behind her closed eyes. Her orgasm was like liquid fire when it sank through her, every muscle locking up and spasming out of her control even as she tried to brace herself against him. She was aware of how sensitive her cunt grew when it pulsed around him, when it milked and squeezed until Vik was choking on his own sounds and leaning further in to gasp against her neck. “Fuck, V-where? Fuck, tell me-“ His thrusts were sloppy and obvious in how he was chasing his end. Both hands returned to her legs and his weight pressed to her chest as he braced against her.
“Fuck, inside, I don’t kno-“ V’s words sealed his fate and Vik was falling apart against her. When he locked up she got to watch how his jaw clenched before his eyes fluttered shut and his mouth opened to release an absolutely filthy sound in the air. The groan that turned into a drawn out moan was hot against her ear and his hands shook as did his twitching thighs. Pressed flush against her, V was aware of his cock spasming inside of her and the flood of warmth as he filled her. And kept filling her, twitching inside until his strength failed and he collapsed against her, panting.
V closed her eyes and relished in the weight and heat of him until he managed to steady himself enough to raise up his head and kiss her. First her cheek, her nose, then her forehead. When she opened her eyes he kissed her properly and she hummed into it.
“How many rounds is there in boxing?” She asked against his lips. Vik pulled back with somewhat of a curious expression.
“Anywhere from four to twelve, why?” When V grinned he felt as though he had fallen into some kind of a trap.
“Then we have a few more rounds to go, right?”