Syverson

Chapter Twenty-Six

Authors note:

Implied smut

Syverson

"Vix, have you seen my keys?" I asked, poking my head in the bathroom. I had to leave for work within five minutes, or I'd be running late, and I couldn't be late. Not today. Vix was in the bathroom, doing her hair. Naked. Her arms were raised above her head, giving her tits a voluptuous roundness that made my dick twitch. Fuck, I'm going to be late.

"Noah," Vix said. She dropped her arms, and the spell was broken. Her tits still looked inviting. Her pretty pink nipples were hard little buds juxtaposed with her harsh black piercings. I wanted them so badly I could almost taste them.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"You're staring at me." She smirked.

I closed my eyes. What the fuck was I doing? Fuck, I can't remember. "What was I doing?" I asked Vix.

Suppressing a smile, Vix said, "You were asking me if I knew where something was."

"My keys." Right, I have to go to the interview at work.

"Are they in the tray by the door?" Vix asked. She turned and faced me, and my eyes dropped to the small, neatly trimmed patch of hair on her mound.

I gritted my teeth. "Well, I looked there first because that's where they belong."

Vix rolled her eyes and slid past me through the doorway. I clenched my fists as her tits grazed my arm. "I'll help you look," Vix said, going to the hallstand.

"I already looked there," I said, annoyed I was going to be late, and on top of that, I was going to have to get through my interview horny, making it nearly impossible to concentrate.

"Did you check the floor?" Vix asked.

"Why would they be on the floor?" 

"Oh, what? You don't remember accosting the moment I walked in the door last night?" Vix got down on her hands and knees and to look under the stand.

Despite being late, I grinned, "Well, 'course, I remember." My eyes widened as she reached under the stand, and she stuck her ass in the air. I could see her delicate folds and above that her other little tight hole. Oh, sweet Jesus.

"Fuck Vix, warn a man before you do that." Well, I'm fucked. That's all I'm going to think about all day. My suit fitted a little snug, and my dick strained against my pants. Fuck, today was not the day to obsess about Vix's pussy and ass. Well, obsess about it more than usual.

Vix pulled my keys out from under the stand. "Do you remember I knocked the tray over because you couldn't wait the five seconds it takes for me to hang up my bag?"

"Oh yeah, I do remember that," I said, grabbing her wrists in one hand and turning her, so she was looking at herself in the hallstand's mirror. I watched us as I leaned into her neck and nipped at her ear. I held her tit in my hand and rolled her nipple between my finger and thumb. "We did somethin' like this, didn't we, Kitten?"

"You're going to be late." Vix moaned.

"Fuck," She was too distracting. I let her wrists go and turned her face to me. I kissed her, keeping my mouth closed because if I felt her tongue, neither of us would go to work that day. "Hmm, I love you, lil girl." I smacked her ass hard, and it made a loud crack. I added, "put some God damn clothes on next time you want to bend over like that." Vix stuck her tongue out at me but did walk back to the bathroom, rubbing her ass.