Chapter 2: Twice Taken

Kendra

I felt my back hit a wall as I felt a hard, muscular body press against mine. Instinctively, I raised my knee to bash in his balls...that is until I met eyes of startling green looking back at me.

My heart nearly burst out of my chest.

"I'm going to move my hand, but if you scream, I'll kiss you." That threat held a stream of wickedness which I didn't know he had in him.

"What are you doing Tory?" I asked through gritted teeth as soon as he removed his hand.

He made a face at me. "My sister calls me Tory; I'd prefer Victor from you."

"Why," I gave him a loopside smile that I knew men loved, while at the same time I gently moved my hands up his sides. I saw him give an involuntary shudder and felt an unexpected sense of satisfaction. "Does that make you feel older...kiddo?"

The provocation had been deliberate but I'd forgotten that this was Tory, and his influence on me was a thousand times more than my influence on him. All he did was place his on my hips and in the same slow, deliberate motion, moved them up my body to cup my breasts.

I sucked in a breath, the contact sending a shudder down my spine; the clothes didn't shield me in the slightest as the warmth of his palms sunk into my skin. Even after two years, he still had the same effect on me and I suddenly felt vulnerable in a way that I wasn't used to feeling with anyone. Sex was fun; the rush that I got from it was a temporary fix that I needed to dispel away the loneliness that haunted me forever. But Tory hadn't only driven away that loneliness, but he'd made me crave it even more...crave him even more. And Kendra Millar doesn't crave anything.

"Call me kiddo again and you'll regret it." This time there was an edge to his voice I'd never heard before.

I took the bait. I placed my hands on his shoulders, fingers digging into his nape and brought my face closer to his and whispered into his year. "Kiddo."

The next thing I know, he gripped my hair with one hand and hauled me in for a kiss as his other hand found its way down my body. Another gasp escaped me as he tugged my skirt up to my thighs and moved his hand under my dress to touch two fingers to my clit, the touch as familiar as it was possessive. He took advantage of my open mouth to thrust his tongue in, tasting every corner and entwining his tongue with mine to fight for dominance; all the while his fingers stroked my vagina, catching my clitoris between two fingers and pulling hard on it.

My back arched off the wall but his grip on me didn't allow me room to recover. He let me off once so both of us could breathe and then he removed his hands from my panties to bring his fingers between us so he could inspect them. I didn't need to see the moisture on his fingers to know just how wet I was. My panties were drenched and I could feel the start of my orgasm in my stomach.

Tory didn't move his eyes from mine as he took those two fingers he'd used to tease me and put them in front of his lips, his tongue flicking out to lick them clean. A moan wrenched from my throat as my vagina throbbed from need. Why was I so aroused already? He'd hardly touched me!

"I felt your eyes on me the entire time," Tory whispered as he brought his face closer to mine, his hands going under my skirt again so he could hook his fingers in the waistband of my panties. "That didn't feel like the gaze of a woman who thought she was only having some fun with a kid."

I flinched as I remembered what I'd said to him the day before we left Grace's house.

You're a kid, nothing more. I was bored out of my mind in this wretched town and you were fresh meat. What's wrong if I had some fun with you?

It had been a desperate attempt to drive him away, that boy who had made me feel vulnerable after a long time. But why was he here then? Why now?

"You don't know that," I told him now, wrenching myself under control with teeth gritting will. "You didn't even look at me once." I snapped out, only realizing how desperate I sounded after the words were out.

"Oh, I watched you alright," his eyes bore into mine, making it difficult to hold on to his gaze. "You just never caught me in the act."

That vulnerability was back with a vengeance. My knees shook as I felt him tug my panties down my thighs; the realization that he might know just how much I wanted him...No! I couldn't let this happen! But my body didn't listen to my heart. It was shameless in it's want for his touch and as if reading my mind, he reached his hand down to cup me in bold possessiveness.

"I let you get away from me two years ago, Kendra, but not this time." With that he whipped me around so I was facing the wall and pulled down my skirt along with my panties so that they both slid down to my ankle.

I heard the sound of a belt being loosened followed by the sound of a zipper going down and then he was pushing into me with the blunt end of his cock, my fold more than moist enough for him to provide easy entry.

One hard thrust and he was buried to the hilt into me, a scream escaping my throat only to be drowned by the noise of a passing truck. I think I heard Tory cuss from behind me, but I was too far gone to notice. I winced as my inner muscles stretched to their limit, pleasure mixed with pain; I'd forgotten just how big he was. He started moving as soon as I got accustomed to his size, his thrusts slow and deep at first before he increased his pace and I had to press my hands onto the wall firmly so I could meet him thrust for thrust.

I'd never before felt this full, this complete with anyone other than Tory. He knew exactly what I like and used it to his advantage. I could soon feel my orgasm built in my stomach and as if sensing it too, he increased his pace, his fingers digging into my waist where he gripped me for better penetration.

I moaned as he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in and continuing at a faster pace. Soon enough I felt my mind go blank as my orgasm rocked through me and Tory pulled out at the last moment to cum on my butt, his groan loud and husky from pleasure.

I collapsed onto the ground, no longer able to keep myself upright, panting hard as my heart hammered against my chest. I already felt empty inside now that Tory wasn't touching me anymore. I took some time to gather myself before turning to face Tory...only, he wasn't there anymore; the alley deserted except for me.

"W-what?" I blinked to focus my vision, but still I couldn't see him.

What just happened? I asked myself as I pulled on my skirt and panties and collected my bag from the floor before standing up on trembling knees.

I wished this was all just a dream, but the dampness in my panties, the way my inner muscles still trembled from the aftermath of the orgasm told me that it was very much real. Victor Summers had just fucked me and then left me alone in a deserted alley...just like I'd done to him two years ago.