by J. M. Walker
I frowned. “But you just said—”
“Ignore her.” Meadow sat forward. “He’s never touched anyone besides you.”
“How do you know he’s touched me?” I asked, taking another sip of wine.
A look passed between Meadow and Luna.
“Your car was pretty fogged up during his eighteenth birthday party.” Meadow waggled her eyebrows.
“Oh God.” I slapped my forehead, a bubble of laughter leaving me. “You saw us?”
“No but you just confirmed my suspicions.” Meadow winked.
I threw a pillow at her.
We all laughed.
“Well, all I know is, I look forward to having you as my sister in-law.” Luna’s smile widened.
“Now we’re talking about marriage?” Just the thought of being married to Vince, did something funny to me but it was a thought I could get used to.
While the girls talked, I continued to drink and stew over their words. Maybe I should just talk to Vince and find out exactly what it was that he wanted with me. Besides sex. He said that we were meant to be together. One thing that I did know, the night of his twenty-first birthday party, he would be mine again.
***
(Vince)
My party needed to come faster because I was itching for another taste of Gigi. To feel her sweet body rippling over me as I gave us both what we wanted. What we needed. What we craved.
As I was about to turn down my street, my phone rang. I pressed answer on the steering wheel. “Hello?”
“Hey, Vince.”
I frowned. “Meadow?”
She laughed lightly. “Yeah...uh...listen. Can you come grab Gigi? We had a girls’ night tonight at Luna’s and my sister had a little too much wine and can’t drive.”
“I’m on my way.” I disconnected the call and turned the car around without even hesitating.
Twenty minutes later, I was standing at Luna’s door. Before I could knock, it swung open.
Gigi had an arm wrapped around Luna’s shoulders. “I think I had too much wine,” she slurred, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Luna laughed. “Yeah, you did but that’s okay.”
“I’m going to feel like shit tomorrow.” Gigi sighed, swaying on her feet.
“Probably.” I chuckled, pulling her from Luna. “Let’s get you home.”
“Thank you,” Luna said, giving her a hug. “Take care of her,” she told me.
“Always.” With my arm wrapped around Gigi’s shoulders, I led her to my car. Or rather, it was more like dragging her. “How much did you drink?”
“Two bottles. I think. I started off with white and then red. The red is kicking my ass. By the time I was done the first bottle, I forgot I drove here.” She sighed, leaning into me. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, Queenie.” I kissed her temple. “I’ll be sure to get your car home.”
Once we reached my car, I opened the passenger side door and helped her into the vehicle. Doing up her seat belt, I tried hard not to think about how close we were again. Or the fact that she was brushing her finger along my jaw. Did she just spread her legs?
My throat went dry. “Gigi.”
She giggled. “You’re handsome, handsome.”
I chuckled. “And you are drunk.”
“Maybe.” She sighed. “Are you taking me home?”
“I am.”
“I don’t want to go home,” she murmured more to herself than to me.
My stomach clenched. As much as I wanted to bring her back to my place, she wasn’t ready. Because once I had her there, I wouldn’t let her leave. Not in the creepy stalker way. But in the way that I would make her my wife.
Gigi
I woke with a heavy pounding in my head. What the hell did I do last night? Oh yeah. I drank too much wine. It wasn’t my fault my friends always bought the good stuff. I was a sucker for a good wine and clearly, this morning was a result of my lack of control.
“Gigi.”
My heart jumped at the deep voice coming from somewhere in my room. But as much as I appreciated Vince being there, I didn’t want him to see me this way. So instead, I grabbed the blanket, curled it up over my head, and rolled onto my stomach.
He chuckled. “Feeling a little rough?”
I only grunted.
“I have water and some meds for that headache.”
I sighed, lifting my head as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I need to brush my teeth.” I grimaced, my mouth tasting like something died in it.
His laugh deepened. “Take these first.” He handed me the water and two little pills.
I took them, mumbled a thanks, and flopped back onto my stomach. “I’m never drinking again,” I grumbled.
“Says everyone when they’re hungover.” He laughed.
I threw my pillow at him, but I couldn’t hold back the smile.
Forcing myself to sit up, I took a deep breath, thankful that my stomach wasn’t rolling, and that I was dressed. Even though it was just a tank top and shorts, it was better than being naked. I thought back to the night before, not remembering changing at all. A thought came to me. Maybe Vince changed me himself. A simmer of regret rushed through me that I didn’t remember him helping me into sleepwear.
Sliding off the bed, I bit back a sigh and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and made myself look somewhat presentable before joining Vince back on my bed.
“Feel better?” he asked, moving closer and leaning against the headboard.
“I do. Thank you.”
His gaze burned into me. “Do you remember anything from last night?”
I thought a moment. “Not much.”
“You don’t remember anything at all?” he asked me, brushing a finger down my arm.
I shivered at the soft touch. “No. Should I?”
His dark eyes met mine. “Do you remember how you begged me to fuck you?”
“What?” My eyes widened. “No, I didn’t do that.”
“You did. It was hot as hell, Queenie.” He leaned forward, placing a soft peck on my shoulder. “We came in here. I was going to put you to bed, but you started stripping. I went to leave to give you some privacy and you stopped me. You pushed me toward your bed.” His mouth brushed back and forth over my shoulder while he linked his fingers between mine. With his eyes locked on mine, he continued. “You got on the bed, spread your legs and said some of the nastiest things to me. You told me to call you a filthy slut and to fuck you like one.”
My cheeks burned. “I didn’t.”
He chuckled, the sound deep. Dark. Delicious. “Oh, but you did. You started touching yourself.” He brought my hand up to his mouth. “These fingers were all over and inside your pussy.”
“Vince.” I watched as he stuck my index and middle fingers between his lips.
“I can still taste you.” His gaze locked with mine. “Ask me what else happened.”
“What else happened?” I whispered.
He grinned. “You told me that if I wasn’t going to fuck you, I was going to at least watch you make yourself come.”
“Vince, I need you.” My hips undulated as I fingered myself. My body was soaked. The hairs on my skin tingled. But he still wouldn’t touch me. Was I that drunk? I didn’t know. I couldn’t be sure but having him watch me fall apart by my own touch, was hot as hell.
The memory slammed into me. I couldn’t believe I did that in front of him but at the same time, I could.
His grin widened. “You remember.”
I nodded, chewing my bottom lip.
“Do you remember how hard you came for me?” He brought my hand to my lap, inching it up my inner thigh. “Do you remember how soaked you were? I could smell you and I wasn’t even touching you.”
“I remember it all,” I whispered, cupping his face with my free hand. Brushing my thumb along his bottom lip, I let him push my other hand higher up my thigh until we reached that spot that had only ever been his. Spreading my legs, I turned
toward him. Hooking my fingers into the crotch of my panties, I kept my eyes locked on his as he slid his middle finger into me.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he murmured, pushing his finger even deeper inside me.
My core clenched down around him.
He kissed my cheek, trailing his mouth to my ear. “You want me.”
“Yes.” I trailed my hand down the center of his chest until I reached the bulge in his jeans.
“Good.” He slipped a second finger inside of me. “I’m going to make it so the only thing you can think about is fucking me. I’ll get you so damn fired up that the only thing you can focus on is having my fat cock back inside this tight little body.”
I sighed, my eyes fluttering closed. “Sounds delicious.”
His laugh deepened. “I thought so.”
“Think you can last that long?” I asked, nodding toward the large lump in his jeans.
He smirked, sliding a third finger into me in a rough move.
I jumped, his fingers stretching me.
“I’ve waited three years for you, Gigi. What’s a little longer?” He brushed his mouth along the shell of my ear. “I want you to come for me.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I threw back at him.
“Hmm...” His fingers pumped hard and deep inside of me, forcing this newfound awareness throughout me. “I don’t think you’re ready for my cock yet.”
“But I am.” I turned toward him and knelt on the bed.
His fingers picked up speed.
I cried out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “God, Vince.”
“Your pussy’s nice and wet, baby.” He kissed my cheek. He slammed his hand against me, forcing his fingers deeper and deeper. “You want more?”
“Always,” I said on a low moan. Much to my surprise, he pulled his hand from between my legs and slid off the bed. Kneeling in front of me, he gave me a wink.
My belly did a flip and I knew right then that I was done.
***
(Vince)
I was going to make her wait. I had every intention of having her writhing and begging, pleading for me to give her that orgasm she had been desperately craving since she fell asleep on me last time. The release she gave herself last night was nothing compared to what I was about to give her. Feeling Gigi’s soaked pussy sucking my fingers in even deeper, forced that final band to snap. It controlled my actions, making me do something I had never actually done before. Everything with her was new, fresh, and so damn exciting. We would learn together and grow as a couple. Even though she wouldn’t reveal all of her feelings at the moment, it wouldn’t take long before I was all that she needed.
Whether she cared to admit it or not, Gigi was mine and I was hers.
“Vince.” Her breathless voice pulled me from my thoughts. She leaned back on her elbows, watching my every move.
Even though I had never gone down on a woman before, I read, and I read a lot. I knew the basics and I wasn’t one of those men who didn’t know where the clitoris was. Hell, how could I not know where it was? It was my favorite spot.
“I’ve never done this before,” I murmured, placing a soft peck on Gigi’s knee.
Her breath caught in her throat.
“Have you ever had a man go down on you?” I asked, brushing my mouth higher up her inner thigh.
“No,” she whispered.
My cock twitched at her confession. “I think I’m going to enjoy this more than you.”
She laughed, which came out husky and was music to my fucking ears.
I smirked. “Lay back on your elbows, baby.”
Gigi did as she was told, watching me through hooded eyes.
Running a finger over the waist of her red panties, I licked my lips at the wet spot in the crotch of the fabric. Before I could stop myself, I lowered my nose to her center and inhaled.
She sighed.
A low grumble left me as the sweet scent of her wafted into my nose. Keeping my face between her milky thighs, I grazed my teeth over the fabric covering her clit.
She jumped. “God.”
I hummed against her center, sucking the fabric covering the swollen nub.
Her breath came out in soft pants.
Holding her thighs, I pushed her legs open even more and continued sucking her clit through the thin fabric of her panties.
“Vince,” she whined, bucked her hips, and tried to get me to do what she wanted most.
Well my girl was going to have to be patient because teasing her turned me on more than I ever thought possible. Shoving my mouth against her hard, I bit down gently on the little nub, forcing a cry from her mouth.
The scent of her became more pronounced the longer I teased her.
Her panties were soaked. My cock was hard. It was perfect.
Before she could come like I knew she wanted, I hooked a finger into the crotch of her panties and pulled it to the side. My mouth watered. Her clit was red and swollen, begging for my mouth. A drop of cream slipped from her center, forcing my cock to harden even more against the fly of my jeans.
Swiping a tongue over the tiny bundle, I reveled in the way her hips bucked beneath my face.
I slowly licked at the tiny nub, forcing her hips to move hard against my mouth but the fabric was still in the way. Before she could get that orgasm she craved, I released her, slipped the fabric off of her, and pulled it down her legs.
She stared at me with wide eyes, a beautiful red flush on her cheeks.
I winked, pressed my hands against her thighs, and spread her open before diving back in.
***
(Gigi)
Vince was brutal as he attacked my center with his mouth. My cries sounded around us.
He growled, shaking his head back and forth. Slipping two fingers back inside of me, he thrust them in and out of me while sucking my clit between his teeth.
Pleasure consumed me. It felt so damn good, I didn’t want it to go away but at the same time I did. It was almost too much. It took control of my thoughts and actions. I was on the verge of snapping and throwing him to the ground.
“Please,” I heard myself say. I needed more. I needed him.
Vince pulled his fingers from my body and covered my core with his mouth. He thrust his tongue inside of me, forcing my eyes to roll into the back of my head.
My back bowed off the bed.
Holding the backs of my knees, I spread myself even more for him.
He purred against me, the vibrations rippling through every inch of my body. He lifted his head, thrust two fingers into me and removed them. He repeated the movements, his fingers glistening with the juices from my body.
“Vince,” I whispered.
His dark eyes caught mine. Giving me a wink, he swiped his tongue from the spot at my ass, back up to my clit.
I shivered, a soft sigh escaping me.
“My dirty girl,” he murmured, sinking his teeth into the cheek of my ass.
A breathless laugh left me.
Just when I was about to ask for more, Vince lowered his mouth back to my center. His tongue rubbed and pushed against my clit. A spark of electricity hit me, rushing from my toes all the way to the top of my head.
I was about to demand for him to fuck me when a sudden release slammed into me. His name left my lips on a scream, my body shaking beneath him.
He growled, sucking my clit hard between his lips.
My screams turned into pleas for more, but he never took it further. When I calmed down, I reached for him.
Spreading me apart, he lifted his head, his gaze glancing down at my center.
My cheeks burned under his scrutiny.
“You’re beautiful.” His eyes popped to mine. “And you taste so fucking good,” he said, licking his glossy lips.
“I need you,” I whispered, running my thumb along his bottom lip before bringing it to my mouth. I sucked it between my lips, swallowing the essence from my body.
His nostrils flared, his eyes d
arkening at what I had just done. Lowering his mouth to mine, he swallowed my sigh and ran his hands down the sides of my body.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I breathed him in. Everything that made up Vincent Stone. The man who had consumed every waking thought I ever had. He was a piece of me, and he didn’t even know it.
Vince brushed his hand over my head, deepening the kiss. Spreading my legs even more, I invited him in. His jeans rubbed against my naked center, pulling a moan from the back of my throat.
He undulated his hips against me, pushing and thrusting, forcing the pleasure inside of me until it grew and billowed around us. It consumed me, controlled me, and it took everything in me not to shove Vince back and jump into his arms.
He felt so damn good above me. The one time we shared in my car years ago was nothing compared to having him in my bed. But it still wasn’t enough.
I broke the kiss, panting for air when he crushed his mouth against mine. He swallowed my gasp of surprise, not letting me up for air unless he gave the go-ahead. Our tongues danced, dueled for that ownership that neither of us had. Truth was, he owned me. Completely and utterly. I was his. I had always been his.
“Vince,” I murmured against his mouth.
He lifted his head, brushing my hair off my forehead. He reached between us, the sound of a zipper lowering a moment later sending a flutter of nervousness racing through me. He kissed my forehead and then my nose.
“Please,” I whispered, grabbing onto his t-shirt like my life depended on it. I just wanted to feel that connection with him again. To feel him, hard and powerful, moving inside me and taking us both to new heights of pleasure neither of us would ever be ready for.
Vince tapped the head of his cock against my clit, pushing it back and forth over the swollen bundle.
I whimpered, fisting his shirt. “Please, Vince. Please.” I couldn’t help but beg. I had never wanted something this badly. I was so damn ready for him that it physically hurt not to have him inside of me.