Cause we're the masters of our own fate. We're the captains of our own souls. There's no way for us to come away. Cause boy we're gold, boy we're gold ~ Lana Del Rey

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Victor stoodup and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. I let him carry me to one of the guest bedrooms downstairs.

With my back pressed against the locked door, Victor held an arm around my waist for support as he searched for a key. I slipped my fingers into the hair on the nape of his neck. "How do you get your hair so soft and silky," I gasped. It's like his hair was made from China's finest.

He leaned forward and swept his hand over the top of the door frame. I inhaled his scent shamelessly as he brought the key down and unlocked the door.

"Just conditioner and shampoo," he chuckled softly, walking further into the room with me in his arms. I extended my leg and kicked the door shut behind us.

"Well whatever you're using, I need it," I said. Victor released me and I landed on the soft bed with an oof.

"You can have whatever you want," he grinned. "But enough about my hair for now," he said. He hovered over me, his arms on either side. "I'd rather we focus on something else..." he trailed off. Light peaked down on us beneath the blinds of the windows.

We looked into each other's eyes for a moment before his mouth collided with mine. His hands traveled under my shirt, rubbing up the curves of my waist and making their way up to my chest. His thumbs massaged the underside of my boobs, causing my breath to hitch in my throat.

He helped me take my shirt off, the cool air nips my skin and make my nipples harden. He paused looking down at me. I began to become uncomfortable under his gaze and try to cover myself.

He grabbed my hands, stopping me. "You're beautiful Aniya, don't cover yourself up," he sternly said, placing a kiss on the inside of my wrist. I nodded my head and he swooped down for another kiss, I moaned, liking the feeling of our bare chests pressed against each other.

Trailing kisses down my neck, his mouth latched onto my left nipple, his tongue swirling around my areola. His other hand played with my right boob, massaging and squeezing it. I arched my back into his hand.

"Fuck that feels good," I moaned. He looked up at me, smirking devilishly before giving more of his attention to my other breast. He continued to go lower, his hands gripping the rim of my shorts. Taking them off, he settled in between my legs, playing with the strings of my panties.

"Victor," I whined, becoming impatient as he kissed below my belly button.

Laughter rumbled from his chest, sending vibrations on my skin, "impatient are we?" he looked up at me, those grey eyes twinkling under the scattered light. I screeched when he grabbed my legs suddenly and pulled me forward. My legs went over his shoulders as his arms had a firm grip around my thighs.

Getting down to business he pulled my panties to the side and went to work. I let out a gasp when his tongue pressed flat against my clit. His tongue licked in between my folds, completely devouring me. My hips gained a mind of their own and began grinding against his mouth, building my orgasm up quickly.

"Victor, I think I'm gonna cum," I said, my legs beginning to tremble.

He continued his torture, not once losing his pace, "then cum."

At that, my body gave out as an orgasm washed over me. He licked every juice up, kissing the center of my pussy before sitting up. I sat up and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. My hand traveled down to the waistband of his sweats and past the band of his briefs. Finding his dick I wrapped my hand around it, swiping my thumb over his tip.

A surge of confidence ran through me as I felt him lose his composure against me. I stroked him, moving my hand from the base up to his tip. "Mmh," he broke away, gripping my wrist. "If you keep touching me like that, I'm going to cum before I even get inside you."

I laughed, bringing my hand back up. "Sorry."

"I'll be right back," he said, moving off the bed and disappearing into a different door. He came back out with a silver packet in his hand.

I squinted my eyes, "you guys keep condoms in all the guest bedrooms?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "better to be safe than sorry," was all he said as he rejoined me. As I watched him take his pants and briefs off, I gulped.

"Can I put the condom on?" I asked, staring at his manhood. He handed me the package, ripping it open. I placed the plastic on his tip, pulling it down to the base.

Victor must have noticed my hands shaking a bit because he grabbed my arm, pulling me from my thoughts. "Are you okay? If you don't feel like doing this anymore, we can stop," he assured me.

I shook my head, "no, I want to do this. It's just...can I tell you something?"

"Anything," his eyebrows furrowed.

I pressed my lips into a thin line. "This is my first time," I said hesitantly. "I'm a virgin."

His eyes softened, "can I tell you something too?"

"Yeah," I lifted my head.

"So am I," he said, looking me in the eye.

I'm not sure why, but hearing those words made my heart flutter. "Really," my eyes widened. I figured since he knew what he was doing, he would be way more experienced than me. But I was going to be his first.

"We're both going through the same thing together. It's okay to be nervous," He said, playing with the ends of my hair. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he laid us down carefully. He placed a delicate kiss where my shoulder meets my neck. "Just tell me if I'm hurting you, or you need me to stop."

I nodded my head, he was nestled in between my legs and I could feel his erection poking the inside of my thigh. He lined himself up to me and pushed his tip inside me. "You can push further," I said, feeling my walls begin to stretch.

He pushed halfway in and I cursed as my walls adjusted to him, all I felt was pain down there. "Do you want to stop?" he asked, looking at my expression worriedly. I shook my head, nodding for him to continue.

He plunged himself into me so that he was all the way in. I could already feel myself become sore. Water welled up in my eyes, it hurt so much. "You're doing good baby, tell me when you want me to move," he wiped my teary eyes.

"You can start moving," I told him after a few seconds. He began thrusting his hips in and out, when I thought the pain could only get worse it came to a soothing point. Slowly the pain faded away and pleasure seeped in.

My groans erupted into moans as he continued with deep and slow strokes. We both panted, our breaths mingling and my nails scraping his back. His hand went to my breast, playing with it like putty in his hands.

He slammed his hips into me unexpectedly, my mouth fell open and my nails clawed into him. "Damn your nails are sharp," he grunted.

I gasped, moving my hands to his shoulders, "I'm sorry, does it hurt bad?" I felt his back for cuts. "I hope I didn't leave any marks."

He shook his head, grinning, "You can mark up me all you want. I don't mind," he shrugged his shoulders.

"It's your back," I giggled. He picked up the pace and I tried my best to match his speed. "Ah fuck," I moaned as my walls squeezed tightly and my legs began to shake from underneath him.

"Victor," I groaned, his lips cutting me off and kissing me passionately.

"Hmm?" he hummed. "You feel so fucking good Aniya," he whispered in my ear. "Don't hold it in. Just let go, baby, cum for me," he stared into my eyes, pushing my hair back.

With eyes half-closed, my body gave out, an earth-shattering eruption running through me like lava from a volcano. Victor continued, seconds later releasing into the condom. His body collapsed on mine, the both of us trying to catch our breath.

I looked at the ceiling, an urge to laugh overcoming me.

"What's so funny?" he lifted his head to look down at me.

I shook my head, "I don't know. I just never thought you would be my first you know? Remember when I first confessed?"

The corners of his lips stretched into a small smile, "I mean who could forget. You did it in front of one-third of the school for god's sake."

"I know," I covered my face in embarrassment, the memory is still fresh in everyone's mind apparently.

He laughed, pulling my hands from my face, "rejecting you was probably the stupidest thing I did that year. If you didn't move in I would have missed out on what a great person you are." He looked into my eyes.

The corner of my lips flicked up and down, fighting a smile. I sat up, pecking his lips. "Yeah, well I just wish it didn't have to take my house to burn down for you to find out."

We both burst out laughing. "How did your house burn down anyways?" he cocked his head.

"Seemingly the stove was left on all day and got too overheated and caught on fire. That's what my mom told me."

A knock on the door interrupted our conversation shortly. "Victor? Are you in there?"

I bit down on my lip cursing the position we were in. Victor sat up, holding a finger against his lips. "Yeah, I'm taking a nap. What do you want?"

I almost flew off the bed when the handle to the door started moving. Victor scrambled under the sheets, pulling them up to his chest. "Have you seen Aniya?" Cora's voice flitted into the room.

"No, I've been sleeping," Victor said, flipping onto his stomach. I curled myself into a ball hoping she doesn't see me on the other side.

"Aren't you supposed to be keeping an eye on her?" she asked.

"Yeah keeping an eye, not following her every movement. Why don't you check upstairs," he prompted.

She sighed, "it's fine. If you see her, can you tell her we can begin at eight tomorrow?"

"Mhmm, can you please leave now? I want to sleep in peace."

With a "whatever" the door gently closed and I let out a breath.

"Aniya are you okay?" I heard Victor's voice from behind me.

I didn't even bother looking his way. Between my legs was sore and I didn't have the courage to stand up at this moment. The fear she may come back or someone worse haunted me. "No just leave me here."

"You know I can't do that."

"Why not."

"One because you're butt-ass naked, and two you're the floor." He pulled me to my feet and sat me down on the bed. It was getting darker by the minute outside, stripping the room of light.

He rumbled through the drawers and came back with a large t-shirt and shorts. "Do you think you can walk to the showers okay?"

"I don't feel like standing up in showers. I'd rather just go to sleep," I said slipping the t-shirt on me and pulling the shorts on. Victor already had a pair of shorts on that were snug around his waist. "Are these your clothes?" I pulled at the collar of my shirt.

He climbed onto the bed and got under the covers. "Yeah, I sometimes crash down here when I don't feel like going upstairs," he said casually.

I threw my curls up, pineapple style. "Well can you lock the door, I don't want your sister or anyone else walking in on us again." I flipped my body opposite the door. I hear the pad of his feet and the soft click on the lock.

"No seriously, I almost shit myself when that door opened, " he pulled me to his chest.

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