by J. M. Walker
My breathing picked up, my thighs trembling. Before I could come, Vince pulled from my lips and shoved me to the ground onto my stomach. He pulled me to all fours and slammed into me.
I screamed, a violent orgasm piercing through me.
Vince pushed his arm against the back of my neck, holding me down and slamming his pelvis against the seat of my ass.
Spreading my legs even wider, I tilted my hips, trying to take him even deeper.
“My girl likes that,” he whispered, nipping the side of my neck. “She likes being used up like a filthy little slut.”
“Yes,” I panted.
Vince reached between us, pulled out of my body, and lined the tip of him up with the tight rim at my ass.
My eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh…” He pushed against me, rubbing the tip of him over a spot I never imagined could bring me pleasure.
“Vince,” I whined. “You’re too big.”
He chuckled, biting the spot at the base of my neck. “Trust me. You’re fucking soaked. You’ll be fine. Just breathe and let me in.”
I took a deep breath.
“That’s it. Let your man use every inch of you, baby.” Before I knew what was happening, Vince pushed past the barrier and slid into a part that now also belonged to him. He groaned.
I whimpered, the tiny hairs on my body tingling at the unexpected pleasure rushing through me. It burned but at the same time, felt so damn good, I hadn’t been expecting how good it would feel. “Please move.”
He pushed me onto my stomach, slid his hands beneath my dress and pushed the fabric up and over my head. He tossed it to the side and covered me with his heavy body, pumping his cock into me. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he kissed the corner of my mouth, licking up the drool that I hadn’t wiped from my mouth. “So fucking good.”
“Vince.” I cried out at the burn. “God, it feels…”
“What?” he bit out.
“Good. It feels so good.” My body shook. I could feel him through every inch of me. He was so deep, I could feel him in my chest.
He sunk his teeth into the side of my throat. “You’re fucking incredible.”
“Vince,” I whined.
“Tell me you don’t like this. Tell me you don’t like my cock in your ass. Tell me that kinky little slut inside of you doesn’t enjoy being dominated by her man.”
Before I could get any sort of answer out, his name left my lips as a release slammed into me.
He grunted, taking the very control from my body like it had been his. This whole time. I realized then that it had been.
***
I was vaguely aware of Vince picking me up and carrying me to the second floor of his loft. I wasn’t sure how long I had already been at his apartment. An hour. More. Less. Time was lost to me as he fucked me like a savage beast on the floor.
He placed me in his bed and covered my mouth with his before I ever had a chance to catch my breath. My body was stiff like I had just spent hours dancing. Instead of one of my routines, Vince and I had danced together, our bodies moving and molding as one.
He brought things out of me I never knew were there. He made me realize that I didn’t need to be ashamed of the kink I was into as long as we were safe.
With his mouth firmly on mine, he took it slow and devoured my body once again. Something switched in that moment between us. Although he had been rough earlier that evening, right now, it was like he was making love to my body in a way that neither of us were prepared for. Our feelings for each other spoke through our bodies alone. While for whatever reason we couldn’t voice those feelings, I tried with everything in me to let him know how I felt every time I kissed him. Every time I ran my hands over his body. Every time I said his name.
We still needed to talk. I knew that. But I would take this moment and cherish it.
Gigi
I woke up the next morning not remembering where I was. I lifted my head, looking around me, when it suddenly all came back to me.
Sex.
Passion.
Hunger.
Ecstasy.
My muscles burned, aching at the remnants of what happened the night before and well into the morning.
I couldn’t believe I spent the night with Vince and then on the other hand, I could. It was almost like, even though we had spent the past few weeks together at my place, now that I had spent the night with him, it became more real.
Slipping out of the bed, I started getting dressed when memories of what we had done came rushing back.
“Harder.”
Vince chuckled, biting the back of my neck.
“Please,” I whined, lifting my hips even more to take him deeper into a part of my body that had never been used for pleasure before.
I shivered, giving myself a shake. I liked him. God, I liked him so damn much, but this was fast. Too fast. Wasn’t it? No, it couldn’t be. Not when I had known him my whole life.
“Oh, you’re awake.”
I jumped, spun around, and saw Vince coming up the stairs.
“I put tea on for you.”
I backed up, smoothing my hands down my front. “I need to go.”
“What?” He frowned, halting in his steps. “Why?”
“I just…I have things to do. I need…” I needed space and I didn’t know why. My heart started racing, my hands became clammy.
“What the hell’s going on?” Vince demanded, closing the distance between us.
“I have to go to the studio,” I told him.
“Right now? It’s only nine.” He paused. “Did I do something? I know I was rough, but you seemed to like it. If you didn’t, you should have said something.”
“No.” My cheeks heated. “You were fine. What we did, was fine.”
“Fine?” Vince chuckled. “Wow, Queenie. That’s not the word I would use to describe what we did last night.”
I looked at him then. “What do you want from me?”
“What the hell do you want from me? I know your accident messed you up. I get that but you have no reason not to trust me. I’ve done nothing to make you second-guess my feelings for you.” He took a step closer, so close that I could smell the faint body wash lingering on his skin. “I will break down these walls you have up.” He spun around and began walking away when he stopped. “You know.” He turned to me. “I’ve been patient. Maybe too patient.” He muttered a curse and went down to the main floor, leaving me alone.
My throat burned. I didn’t know why I had these walls up. He was right though. He hadn’t done a thing for me to push him away. Nothing major anyway. Nothing that I was sure couldn’t be explained.
He was good to me. He had always been good to me. He was the best thing I could have ever asked for.
Before I could think twice about it, I rushed after him. When I made it to the bottom floor, I found him in the kitchen, dumping a mug of liquid into the sink.
“Vince.”
He stiffened, dropping the mug on the counter roughly.
My heart jumped but I took a chance and went up to him. I needed to tell him how he hurt me so many years ago. Maybe he didn’t even realize he had.
“I’m sorry.” I stepped up behind him, placing my hands on his strong back and leaning the side of my head against him.
“You need to talk to me.” His deep voice vibrated into my ear.
“I don’t like talking.” I pushed away from him. “I never have. You’d think I was a guy or something.” I looked down at my feet. “I hate talking about my feelings.”
“And I hate making you talk about your feelings.” A firm finger pushed under my chin, tilting my head back. “But we can’t move forward if I don’t know what’s bothering you. I feel like I’ve done something.” He searched my face, waiting for an answer but when I didn’t give him any, he huffed, releasing me. “Tell me one thing.”
My stomach twisted.
“These past few weeks and last night. Tell me you didn’t e
njoy yourself.”
“Of course, I enjoyed myself,” I told him. “You think I didn’t?”
He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms under his broad chest. The veins in his forearms popped at the movement. The white t-shirt he was wearing was loosely tucked into gray sweatpants and although he was dressed casually, it still sent this flutter of desire rushing through me. “I’m not sure. One moment I think you want more and then you do this.”
“Do what?” But I knew. I fell into myself and I didn’t know how to get out.
“You run.” He pushed away from the counter and came toward me. “You want to run, you run toward me. You understand?”
“Vince,” I whispered.
“I asked you a question, Queenie. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I snapped. “I understand. Of course, I understand. But maybe instead of you just fucking standing there, you should run with me.” I knew we weren’t talking about exercise but a metaphor instead, and if that was the only way I could tell him my feelings, then it was how it had to be.
In a quick move, Vince stood right in front of me. “You have no reason, no reason at all to push me away.”
My jaw clenched, my teeth grinding down hard. “I know that.” I had to take a step back to look up at him without craning my neck, but I had nowhere to go. I was caged in between him and the wall.
He bent at the waist, meeting me at eye level. “I will spend the rest of my life running with you but if you need some time alone, I’m asking you to make sure that I’m the only thing you’re running toward.”
My heart stuttered. Reaching out a hand, I brushed my fingers along the dark scruff on his jaw.
“Promise me, Gigi.” He kissed my fingers as they passed along his mouth.
“I promise.”
***
(Vince)
I looked for a sign that she was lying but when I didn’t see any indication that she didn’t mean her promise, I let out a sigh of relief. I could do as she asked and take this slow as long as she never doubted my feelings for her.
I kissed Gigi one last time before pulling away and making her another tea. I had dumped out the original because the walls she had built up, pissed me off. It had taken everything in me not to throw the mug against the wall but then rationale hit me, and I thought better of it.
When I finished making her tea, I handed it to her.
She whispered a thanks and started sipping from the hot liquid. That single word had been so soft, I wasn’t even sure I heard her correctly. But it didn’t matter. She could try and keep me at a safe distance all she wanted. Little did she know that I would do anything to make her see that we were meant to be together. But I had a feeling that it would be when neither of us could take it anymore and we just…
Snapped.
Gigi
After I drank the tea that Vince had made me, I ended up coming up with an excuse to leave. It was immature and lame, but I needed to get out of there and think for a moment. I was stuck in my career and hadn’t moved as forward as I would have liked. I had amazing clients and a stable job, but it wasn’t enough. Vince was everything I wanted and everything I hoped for when it came to being with him.
“Give the kid a break.”
My mom’s words bounced around in my head.
Vince never gave me any reason to doubt his feelings for me, but I still didn’t want to reveal all only to get hurt in the process. Not that I thought it would happen, but it was okay to be cautious. Wasn’t it?
As soon as I pulled into my driveway, I killed the engine and sat there. What the hell was I doing?
Reaching for my bag, I pulled out my phone and sent Vince a text. Knowing it was going to come back to bite me in the ass, I hit send before I could even think about it. I didn’t even read the text over before sending it. I didn’t even think. I just hit that little button and decided to let fate take its course.
A part of me wondered if maybe I was testing him. If he really wanted me, he would come over after reading the text. He would find me. He would demand to know what my problem was and wouldn’t stop until I revealed all. My body burned at the mere idea of him showing up filled with rage. I was baiting him, and I couldn’t wait to watch him explode.
When my phone started ringing, my head whipped around. Oh God. He read the text.
Leaving the car, I ran up to the front door of my house. I hesitated, looking over my shoulder. I half expected Vince to jump out of the bushes and demand to know why the hell I would send that text but when he didn’t, I unlocked the front door and went inside.
Kicking it closed, I let out a sigh of relief that I was finally alone. Even if it was just for a little bit, I needed time to gather my thoughts and feelings before Vince came barreling into my house. He would. I expected it.
My mind traveled back to the night before. I couldn’t help but think how close Vince and I had become over the past few weeks. How he touched me, kissed me, made me smile and laugh. I wanted that. Constantly.
Taking a long hot shower, I washed the night before off of my aching bones. I had to give it to Vince. He left me wanting more and made good on his promise. I was sore. I never even hurt this much after working out or going for a long run. It was like he made me use different muscles in my body I never even knew existed.
Suddenly, the bathroom door banged open.
I screamed.
The shower curtain ripped open.
Vince stood there, red faced and breathing heavily. “You’re fucking done? That’s it?” he seethed. “You’re just giving up? What about the fucking promise you made me?”
“I lied,” I blurted, shocked that he was there, but excited that he was at the same time.
His face darkened, the muscle in his jaw ticked even more the longer we just stood there, staring at each other. He spun away from me and pulled open the bathroom door so damn hard, I was surprised it didn’t come off its hinges. “Get out of the fucking shower. Now.”
“No.” I wasn’t sure why I was defying him, but I wanted to test him. I wanted him to snap. I wanted him to prove to me that this was it. That we were it. That I was worth it.
When he looked at me over his shoulder, my throat went dry.
“I’ve waited my whole life for you.” Venom dripped from his voice. “I’m not about to let some damn text stop me from taking what’s mine.”
“Oh? And what’s that, Vince? Me? Am I yours?” I laughed when he didn’t say anything. “I thought so.” I closed the curtain and finished my shower. When I was done, I turned off the water when arms wrapped around me and pulled me off my feet. “Vince,” I cried out. “What the hell are you doing?”
He didn’t say anything and only dragged me out of the bathroom as my body heated. I shouldn’t like this side of him, but I did. I couldn’t help it.
Before I knew what was happening, I was dropped on my bed. “You can’t get me to talk by fucking me, Vince.”
He chuckled, the sound cold and dangerous. “Try me.”
My core clenched. I pushed him back and jumped off the bed. The cool air wafted around my still wet body, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Gigi.” He grabbed my hand, spinning me around. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you didn’t enjoy what we did last night.”
I pushed against him, trying to get out of his arms but his hold was too strong.
“Gigi,” he growled. “Stop fucking fighting me.”
“I’m not fighting you.”
“Yes, you are.” In a quick move, he had his hand around my throat and my body up against the wall.
“What do you want me to say?” I glared up at him.
“We work well together, Gigi. I don’t give a flying fuck what you think. We are good. Together.”
“Doesn’t matter.” I shoved out of his grip.
“What the hell are you scared of? If you didn’t want this to continue, you wouldn’t have stripped for me last night. How the hell did you get that to happen anyw
ay?”
“I paid Ashton,” I told him, shrugging.
Vince only stared at me. “Are you serious?” he asked, shaking his head. “How much?”
“Five.”
His eyes widened. “Hundred?”
I nodded.
“So, you paid five hundred dollars so another woman wouldn’t dance for me, but you don’t want this to continue? If you didn’t care, you would have let the actual stripper do her thing.” Vince pinched my chin, tilting my head back. “Isn’t that right?”
My jaw clenched. “I wasn’t letting another woman grind her ass against you or touch you with any other part of her body.”
Vince smirked. “So what the hell is your problem then?”
I placed my hands against his chest, pushing him away.
He took a step back. “I’ll give you one more chance to tell me what’s going on.”
“Or else what?” I shivered at the threat hidden in his deep voice.
A dark shadow passed over his face. “You really want me to answer that question, Queenie?”
“Whatever.” I went to walk past him when he grabbed me and shoved me up against the wall. “Vince,” I gasped.
“Shut the fuck up.” He cupped the back of my neck, pushing me face first against the wall. “Last chance, Gigi.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I whispered.
“I was hoping you would defy me,” he murmured in my ear, kicking my legs apart. His fingers slid down the length of my spine, dipping lower and lower until they brushed between my legs.
A breathless gasp escaped me.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so damn wet already.” He fisted my hair, sliding his fingers deep into my body as he bit my shoulder.
I whimpered.
His hand picked up speed, his fingers roughly fucking me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, rocking against him. I hinted, silently begged, and damn near pleaded for him to take it further. “God, Vince.”
His hand slammed against my center, his teeth raining bites along my shoulder to the side of my throat. “You want that orgasm?”