by Eden Rose
"Vin.... Cent.... Please don't stop!" I screamed in his ear. I could feel my stomach muscles get tighter, I made sure to tighten my sex around his dick to increase the pleasure for him. The feeling is so intense. He just kept on thrusting. My abs started to burn as he lifted my chest up higher by using my hair as a pully system.
"Oh... fuck..." He screamed as he climaxed. When he pulled out, he leaned over to kiss me and held me.
I did not realize that the office had a couch until Vincent brought us over there and adjusted me so I'm cradled in his arms. Even though I'm not a cat, I'm happy to sit all curled up in his lap and have him pet me like I were a cat. My body has just been thrown through the ringer and I feel like a jellyfish.
"You are perfect, baby," Vincent whispered in my ear as he kissed my cheek. "Its okay, you can close your eyes for a little."
I didn't even realize that my eyes were drooping until he said that. With my cheek pressed against his chest, I closed my eyes and drifted.
*
Me: I'm hungry!
I texted Anne as I'm putting on my jeans and my shoes. Vincent must have suspected that I worked up an appetite because his eyes went to my stomach.
Maybe I should have a funeral for my Gucci shoes.
Anne: Me too! Let's meet at the diner!
She texted me back. Before I could respond I received another text.
Anne: Are you still with Vincent? I'm bringing Ronnie.
Whoa. Good for her. I just hope she takes things slow. See what I mean? There is no slowing this ride down now.
Anne is a true romantic. She believes that everyone has a true love and prince charming will come and rescue her out of a tower. You know, that kinda stuff. I have a feeling, she is planning a double wedding for the four of us.
"Um... Vincent. Are you hungry?" I asked as I smoothed down my not so intact French knot. "If you are, do you want to come with me to meet Anne and Ronnie at the diner?"
He leaned over to kiss me and then smacked my ass, I squealed. "Of course I'm hungry. Let's go." He is already dressed. With grabbing my hand, we headed out of the office. I'm smiling so big that my cheeks hurt. Thank the sex gods that there is no one in front of the door. That would have been so embarrassing.
That would be like having a neon sign that flashed: I JUST HAD GREAT SEX!
Vincent swung my hand and led us out the building. "I loved your dress. You looked so sexy in it."
I flushed and tried hard to not second guess my choice on wearing it. Being a size fourteen is tricky, but my weight is funky. I'm not fat, just very curvy. I felt good that he complimented me and didn't say anything hateful about it.
During the block walk that it took us to get to the diner, he started to ask me questions. "How long have you known Anne for?"
"I met her in kindergarten. We became friends that day and been friends ever since we shared gum."
Vincent grabbed my hand as we walked tighter together. I never expected such a simple gesture could make me melt. I let him hold my hand and decided to stop fighting against my feelings that told this is too good to be true. "When Ronnie and I seen you two earlier, you mentioned that she is your family. What happened to your family?"
"Are you sure you want to hear this? Its not a happy ending kind of story." The pang that I used to feel in my chest isn't as extreme as it used to be.
"Of course I want to hear it only if you want me to know. If you tell me, I will tell you a secret."
"Deal! When I'm twelve my parents got into a car accident. I was at Anne's for her birthday sleep over. My parent's car got totaled after someone hit them head on while on the bridge. They died instantly. I never got to say good bye to them or anything. Anne's family took me in since my parents didn't leave a will. I lived with them until I'm eighteen.''
He stopped us from walking and held my face with both hands. "What happened when you moved?"
"I married Joel and moved in with him. Hey, that is two questions! Your turn."
He pulled me into him and slipped his arm around my shoulder and then we continued walking. "What do you want to know?"
I looked up at him and loved the honesty that his eyes showed me. "What is a comare and why do you want me to be yours?"
"Its a family kind of thing. Most men in my administration have wives that they are legally married to, however it is a show marriage. They have a mistress on the side to be seen with and that is who they truly want to be with."
Married? He has a wife? Oh, fuck me! "Wait a minute! Are you married, because I'm not interested in being sister wives!" I asked him as I tried to pull away from the embrace. He held on tighter.
" I'm not married. I was and people still think I am. However , I'm not and I want to be seen with you. Now its my turn to ask the question. Why did you marry Joel? He doesn't seem like the type of person who would be attracted to." The jealousy is present and wrapped around the words that he said.
How does he know what I like? "We got married because I was pregnant." After I said that we were at the door of the diner.
"Baby doll, are you going to cry?" He wiped away my tear that started to form on my face.
I didn't even realize I'm crying and I certainly don't want Vincent to see me cry. "The baby was a still born. However, we stayed together," I felt the tears flow more and I'm so embarrassed... "I don't want to talk about this anymore. I'm going to ask you a question. What do you do for a living? I'm dying to know how you keep showing up in my life in a two day situation." I really hope he answers my question! I'm dying to know.
He took a deep breath and pulled me away from the front door of the diner to the alley a few feet away. I heard my phone buzz when we stopped between two shop doors. It is probably Anne asking where we were. I reached to pick out my phone out of my pocket but Vincent leaned in and kissed the life out of me.
Yum. His kisses are intoxicating. Those delicious lips of his, sucked and nibbled my own and his tongue pushed its way in to my mouth. Hot damn.
He pulled away from our kiss and I whimpered from the loss. His lips are magic. "My administration and I own a few businesses. The bar you were at yesterday, the event hall, your agency, that bar, this diner and we just bought Caridee's. Let's just say that we may or may not have an affiliation with the mafia."
As he grabbed my face and leaned against me, I tried to process what he just said. "Is that what everyone is trying to warn me about with you? Are you doing something illegal?" Could this really be something that I want to involve myself in? What does that even mean? I thought that an affiliation with the mafia would have been black or white. There is no "may or may not" with that kind of thing. Shit. What am I doing here?
"Baby doll, I want to make sure you know what you are getting yourself into. I really love being around you. My men seem to be taken with you, too. However, when you are seen dancing like you were in the bar tonight, that puts you in trouble. Some people want to see me fail. Like I said, I'm a wanted man. If you let me, I can ensure your safety. Please say something." I tried to push on his chest to walk away but Vincent stayed strong and didn't move as I pushed. His hands just ran up and down my arms. Instantly, he set my skin on fire with his touches.
I should be really angry that he told me this after we already slept together. Granted my drunken and slutty ways these past two days didn't give him much of an option. Is this really something I could see myself connected to? I wonder if that is the reason why we got the green light to head to the plush section tonight. One question remains after all of this: how does he know Joel? I'm conflicted. Part of me wanted to slap him and run, the other wanted to have him seduce me in the alley. Something about these bad boys that just turn me on.
Fuck, Savannah. What did you get yourself into?
"Vincent, I'm conflicted. I just really want to know how you know Joel. If you can answer that question I will tell you my decision." I put my arms over my chest to try to show that I'm in control of this situation. Even though this man in front of me "may o
r may not" be connected to the mafia.
He took a deep breath and his cell phone rang as did mine. "Are you sure you want to know this?" I nodded and he came close to me as I'm leaning on the wall in the alley with my stomach growling. "He did a drug deal with a rival family. Joel then tried to sell it to John. The drug had the sign of the rival family. John wanted to kill Joel because that shows disrespect to us. Due to how our family works, John had to ask me for permission. I didn't want any bad publicity that could connect to us, so we scared him and threatened to hurt him if he spoke to us again." Vincent isn't looking at me and I'm dying to know what his eyes looked like. There is something about brown eyes that were insightful and honest. "Please, tell me your decision. I didn't realize that Joel from six months ago is your husband. Please, don't hold this against me. We really are not that bad."
I should be really mad. However, the fact that he is such a powerful man made my knees weak. "Okay," I said and started to walk away to the diner.
His voice is incredulous while he stopped me by grabbing my elbow: "That is all you are going to tell me?"
I spun around to face him and shook my chest at him. "Just tell me, does Anne know? I don't want to keep this a secret."
"Yes, Ronnie told her at the bar." He took my hand and kissed my palm. Here I go! Down the hell hole!
We walked into the diner holding hands. Anne and Ronnie were smiling at each other.
"Hey you two! We are here!" I yelled from the door.
The waitress asked what we wanted and we both said coffee in unison. We sat together and Vincent put his arm around my shoulder as we sat together on the other side of the booth from Anne and Ronnie.
"So ladies!" Ronnie said with a smile and rubbed his hands together. "Get ready for next Saturday, its going to have fun!"
"What's next weekend?" Anne asked while winking at me to say that she is down with all of this. "Is that what our appointment is for Saturday?"
Vincent spoke this time. "Sal is getting married and we want you ladies to come. Get ready for a good time, the Italians know how to throw a good party."
We sat there drinking our coffee. "I think I want an omelet. I had a great one this morning, or should I say yesterday?" I winked at Vincent and he wrapped his arm tightly around me. I wonder if he thinks I'm going to disappear. "Is the wedding black tie? If it is, Anne, shopping tomorrow?" I said by slapping my hands together.
Until recently, I didn't have a lot of extra money to go shopping and now that I do... lets just say, I enjoy it.
"Yes, it is black tie! What time are you guys going to shop?" Ronnie asked us and kissed Anne on the cheek.
Hell, I just swooned with her. I love the innocent little touches.
"We will probably go at noon. That way we can be the first for the sales," Anne replied.
During our conversations, we ordered and we were being served our breakfast at three in the morning in the middle of downtown Brooklyn. The four of us probably looked so normal. Only if they knew.
Vincent kissed my cheek while his coffee cup is being refilled. "Baby doll, do you mind if I tag along?" Then he whispered in my ear: " I'm not ready to say good night, love."
Blushing through my whole body and ending with a new heat wave in my... well, you know. "Of course you can come with us. Ronnie?" I winked at Vincent and then mouthed "come" to him.
With just finishing a bite of food, he nodded. This breakfast seemed so normal. It is amazing that Ronnie and Vincent belong to this family life that I'm still unaware as to what this family does. For some reason, I'm deeply attracted to Vincent and the thought of never seeing him again is earth shaking.
For the time being, I choose to live in denial.
We all finished eating and our checks appeared. My and Anne's hands went to grab the check. Vincent and Ronnie ripped it out of our hands. "Yeah right, chicky boos. Not happening." Ronnie said and stood up to grab Anne's hand. Vincent extended his hand to me and led me out of the booth.
On the way home, I could imagine how normal we looked. Two couples holding hands on a Saturday night.
*Chapter 7*
As soon as we walked into the door, I started to unlatch Vincent's belt and grabbed the buckle to lead him to my bedroom. Anne and Ronnie sat on the couch to watch TV. Ronnie obviously thought our exchange is funny since he is laughing.
"Baby doll, you are going to wear me out!"
"Are you complaining?" I asked as I shut the door and took my shoes off. "You said you weren't ready to say good night and neither am I." I pushed him onto the bed and mounted him. I lined my sex up with his dick and leaned over to make out.
He grabbed my hips and deepened our kiss. After lifting his shirt up to show his abs, I licked and kissed his chest to his abs. Vincent started to hold onto my hair to control what I'm doing. As soon as I reached his undone buckle, I unzipped his pants and freed his dick. He started to moan as I kissed his shaved pubic mound to tease him a little. His dick got so hard that it is hard to resist not to suck on it. In one deep breath, I stuck his whole package into my mouth. Since he is so big, I almost gagged. I took my time on moving my mouth up and down on his dick, changing my pace to increase the pleasure for him.
I felt the hand in my hair start to pull when I cupped his balls. "That's enough of that!" He moaned and grabbed my shoulders to pull me up. "You are going to make me come and I'm not done with you yet." Vincent sat up and pushed me off of him so I fell onto my bed. He leaned over my squirming body and lifted my tank up to expose my stomach. After licking from my rib cage to the tip of my pants, I'm so turned on that I couldn't sit still.
"Oh... My... Vincent! That is torture!" I screamed as he just put his hand over my sex just close enough to touch but he didn't. My hips bucked and moaning increased. "Please don't make me wait!" I begged.
Vincent undid my jeans and slipped them off. By kissing the insides of my thighs I became desperate for a climax. Barely touching my sex, he placed his hand at my lips and then slipped his dick into me, but just like before, he grabbed a condom and slipped it on. This is so hot that we were both panting as he rubbed my chest and leaned over to kiss me. The rhythm is so perfect that I lost myself all over him.
"Baby doll, don't come yet. I want us to do it together." Each word matched a thrust that drove me so insane that I gripped his back with my nails to drag it up.
"Its... Too... Late!" I moaned in his ear and pushed him off of me to change the position. I pushed him onto his back to control our pace. This made me in charge of the rhythm. I started to shake as his hard dick hit my spot so hard and tenderly. "Don't stop! Harder!" I screamed as he started to match my movements with jackknife movements. Vincent started to moan louder and his face got scrunched. The movement started to go so fast that I begged him to climax. On cue he came inside me and pushed me off of him.
We were both out of breath. Trying to catch some wind into my lungs, I jumped off of the bed and started my shower. Vincent sat up with his cheeks so red and he looked delicious. I felt so pleasured that my stomach muscles were tight and I had to lean over to ease the pressure.
"Baby doll, are you all right? Did I hurt you?"
I wanted to say that he did but I'm nervous to tell him that he is the second person that I had sex with and before Friday night, two days before, it has been two years since I last had sex. "I guess I'm out of shape. The shower is hot, I will be right back."
"Wait! Don't go yet!" Vincent came up behind me and pushed me against the bathroom door after spinning me so we were chest to chest. Since we were both still naked, it is flesh on flesh. He kissed me tenderly and slowly.
The shower is so warm and inviting. The heat hugged me and made me instantly relax. Washing my hair felt way too good. There is so much hair spray in my hair from the French knot that it almost itched. My body is so hot from a few minutes ago, that the loofa massaged and relaxed my muscles. I rinsed off all the soap and got out of the shower. I rubbed lotion all over my body, and walked out of my bathroom naked.
Vincent is not in my bedroom and after a quick glance over at the clock, showed that it is 4:30 in the morning and suddenly I felt that tired.
I got dressed and went to look for him. Opening the door I heard Pitch Perfect playing. All three of them were having small talk. Getting closer to the living room, I heard what they were talking about. Joel.
My best friend is leading the conversation. "Joel isn't a nice guy to Savannah. After they got married, he didn't plan anything. He didn't even buy her a ring. Savannah is devastated that she cared more about their relationship than he did. Joel would be out all night, and left Vans at home while he partied. After the loss of her baby, she changed. Her body was a shell and she wasn't anywhere in that shell. For seven years she looked as if she were going to cry. It hurt for me to see her like that. Joel is so controlling that he didn't want her to work or to leave their penthouse. After telling Vans that he wanted a divorce, she snapped and called me to come get her. I felt horrible for her. To be perfectly honest, I never expected her to let someone in again." Anne is directing most of that statement toward Vincent. I wondered what brought that on.