Vice, Virtue & Video: Revealed (The Vice, Virtue & Video Series)

by Bianca Giovanni

  I giggle and lightly smack his shoulder.

  “See, now comes the part I like the most,” he says softly as he takes his shirt off and reaches for the zipper on his jeans.

  He’s taking his clothes off, and at first I wonder if perhaps he wants to have sex. Even though I have no experience with it, I’m surprised by how comfortable I’d be with the idea of having sex with James right now. I’m already naked, and it would be so easy to go for it. Plus, if he can do that with his fingers, imagine what he could do if we really did have sex tonight. Still, I’m way too exhausted to work up the necessary energy for that.

  He strips down to his underwear and scoots me on the bed so my legs are slightly askew.

  He sits between my thighs and looks down at me. If his eyes are anything like mine, his vision has completely adjusted to the dark and he can see every inch of my body clear as day. I don’t really care anymore, though. I’m tired, and I’ve been thoroughly pleasured, so I can’t get self-conscious right now.

  “The things I would do to you,” he murmurs, running his palm from low on my stomach up to the middle of my chest.

  “Like what?” I giggle, opening my legs a little wider.

  “So you want to tease me, huh? That’s the little game you’re going to play tonight?”

  “Why, whatever do you mean? I certainly have no idea what you’re talking about,” I feign innocence.

  “I’d take you like this, too—just like this,” he says, lifting my hips and rocking me up against him so that only my shoulders are still on the bed. “Then I’d probably lower you down and get right up on you so I could look at your beautiful face when you came.” He crawls forward and lies down on top of me. “I’d want it this way with you,” he whispers, running his nose along mine.

  I love James’s tender side. It’s a hidden aspect of his personality that’s never been seen by Internet viewers and random girls he’s slept with. He can be so incredibly warm and caring, so gentle and loving, but he doesn’t really show that to anybody but me. I’m the same way with him. He’s the only guy who’s ever seen this new sexual side I’ve adopted in recent months.

  “I’d like it like this with you, and I think you’d really like it too,” he whispers, kissing across my cheeks.

  “I already like it,” I softly reply, wrapping my legs and arms around him to embrace him with my whole body.

  “I love this, Lo,” he murmurs as he slides down a bit so he can nuzzle into my neck.

  I feel so content and relaxed with him on me like this, blanketing my body with his warmth. I find myself starting to doze off, and he kisses my neck a couple times before raising up off of me. He runs his nose along mine, and then I feel his lips brush against my cheek on a path to my mouth. Our lips touch for a brief instant, and I get goose bumps. It’s very light, hardly a kiss, but it’s clear that he’d like to kiss me. In truth, I’d really like for him to kiss me, but we can’t do that. It’s an unwritten rule between us. Kissing makes this all real, it introduces a genuine intimacy, real emotion, and neither of us wants to go there.

  “Come on into my arms, beautiful girl,” he whispers as he pulls me to him.

  I rest my head on his chest, and he wraps his arm around my back, stroking my bare shoulder with the tip of his thumb. His other hand brushes my hair off my forehead and caresses the side of my cheek.

  “Goodnight, Lola,” he says, kissing the top of my head as I snuggle into him.

  “’Night, James,” I sleepily whisper, turning my head to give him a sweet kiss in the middle of his chest.

  Chapter 25

  James

  I SLOWLY START TO WAKE UP and I feel warmth all over me. Soft kisses drift all over my face, and I feel smooth skin pressing against my chest. I open my eyes to see that Lola’s on top of me, her lips gently brushing across my cheek as she straddles me. She’s holding herself up with her hands on either side of my shoulders, and her long hair is soft as it drifts over me in those gorgeous waves I’ve always thought were so sexy. She looks like an angel. A beautiful, soft, sexy, naked angel.

  I smile like I’ve just won a Powerball jackpot. Lola’s naked and kissing me awake. This is livin’, man. I’d do this shit all day, every day if I could.

  My hands slide up her thighs and onto her hips before I stroke her lower back and then wrap my arms around her.

  “Hi.” She softly smiles as she pulls her head back to look at me.

  “Dude, this is the best fuckin’ wake-up call of all time.” I grin at her, and she laughs in this angelic giggle that sounds magical.

  My eyelids feel heavy, but it’s not because I’m tired; it’s because I’m horny. This is getting me hot. She’s so fuckin’ beautiful and so naked! I keep thinking about last night and those pretty sounds she made. I loved doing that to her. I’d do it again a zillion times if she’d let me.

  “I figured I should wake you up, since I’m leaving this afternoon and I want to maximize our time together,” she says, her voice seductive and smooth.

  “I take it you had something in mind.” I grin, sliding my hands up her ribs and caressing her perfect tits. Her nipples instantly firm up. So fuckin’ sexy!

  “Oh, you mean this?” She smiles innocently, looking down at her bare skin pressed into mine.

  “Mm-hmm.” I nod. “And this too,” I add, caressing her cheek. “You’re giving me that I-wanna-fuck look.”

  “I can’t help it,” she says, giggling. “It just felt so good when you touched me, and I want it all the time.”

  “Fuck! That’s sexy as hell.” I laugh to myself, very amused by this sudden horny turn to her personality.

  She blushes, and she gives me a shy smile, but there’s a whole ocean of sensuality behind it. She’s such a flirt sometimes, and I can never tell if she’s aware of it or if she’s just a natural at turning me on.

  “I just like it a lot,” she sweetly whispers as she leans onto me and starts kissing my neck. Fuck! Her lips are amazing. “It was the best feeling—nothing else even remotely compares to that.”

  I can feel my breathing getting heavier. I want her so bad right now it’s not even funny! The only thing separating us is the fabric of my boxer briefs. That’s it. Just a layer of cotton dividing me from being inside her.

  “Okay, I got something new for you, if you’re up for it,” I propose.

  “Yeah?”

  “How about we spend the morning finding your G-spot?” I grin.

  “Inside?” Her eyes are wide, and she looks excited.

  “Yeah.” I nod. “I want to put my fingers inside you, but I’ll only do it if that’s cool with you.”

  She bites her bottom lip, and I can see her internal struggle. She wants this really bad; it’s totally clear from the way she’s subtly grinding against my dick, but I think she’s a little scared too.

  “It can just be this once,” I volunteer. “We don’t ever have to do it again if you don’t want to.”

  She pauses, and a sexy smile spreads across her lips. “Okay.”

  “Sweet!” I grin, which makes her laugh.

  I wrap my arms around her and press her against me so I can kiss her neck in that spot behind her ear that turns her on. I let my hands run up and down her little back, gently caressing her skin. She likes it, and I can tell because her hips rock a little bit more. I don’t think she realizes she’s doing it. I think it’s autopilot and her body’s just super primed to fuck. This girl could be a sex goddess, I swear. It amazes me that she’s never done it even though her body can switch on like this.

  “Up here,” I whisper, lifting her a little bit and sliding her forward.

  She catches my drift, and soon she’s hovering over me while I kiss, lick, and suck on her nipples. Christ! I love this beyond belief, and I think I might be even more turned on than she is. Fuck, man! What this girl’s body does to me!

  “Mmm,” she exhales in a soft moan.

  “You like this, baby?” I whisper against her skin.

 
“Yeah,” she breathes. “I really like it.”

  “Me too,” I reply, moving my hands around her and letting them fall on the small of her back just above her ass.

  Her back curves a little, bringing her boobs closer to me. I move back and forth between them, flicking my tongue over her nipples before I take them between my lips and suck them. That’s what seems to get her going the most. I always knew her nipples were super sensitive, and I love knowing there’s something I can do that will get her hot so quickly like this.

  “Lo,” I say, nudging her back down so we’re at eye level, “you ready for more?”

  “Uh-huh.” She nods, her breath already faster.

  “Lick my fingers, baby,” I say, turning up the sensuality.

  This is probably the boldest thing I’ve asked her to do, even though the request doesn’t seem to be too much. The way that I said it—that’s what gives off the extremely sexual vibe. It was almost like a command, like the kind of thing I’d tell some other girl, and she’d nod and happily obey me. Lola usually doesn’t like that bossy shit, though, and she’s not exactly one to be told what to do.

  I almost can’t believe it when she looks into my eyes, takes my right hand from her hip, and brings it to her lips, then runs her tongue up and down my fingers. I nearly moan when she takes my index and middle finger in her mouth and sucks a little bit. Holy fuckin’ shit! Lola’s so sexy. She’s become this sensual, horny, ultra-hot seductress. I broke through her innocent shell and let her libido run free. I. Fucking. Love this shit!

  “Mmm, now?” she asks as she continues to suck off my fingers and make me wish she’d use that talented little mouth on my cock.

  “Okay.” I nod, too horny to form a real sentence.

  I’m so turned on. I’m so motherfuckin’ turned on right now! She can tell, too, because she gives me a little smile that says she’s got me—which she totally does. At this point, I’d probably blow my load if she even so much as looked at my dick. Nobody’s ever gotten me like this before. I can’t even control myself. No amount of breathing and trying to get my shit together can put a damper on how much I want her right now.

  I reach between her legs and rub her clit for a moment. She moans the second I touch it, and I love looking up at her and watching her while I make her feel good.

  “I’m gonna put my fingers inside you,” I whisper to her, sounding all hungry and aggressive. It came out way more lewd than I thought it would.

  “Do it,” she breathes, her hips rolling as I keep rubbing circles over her clit.

  Her mouth forms an O shape, and she closes her eyes when I let the tip of my finger slip between her folds and into her. Oh, my God! She’s so wet. Holy shit! She’s wet and tight, and I’ve never felt anything so perfect. I can say with certainty that whoever gets to bang Lola is in for a fuckin’ treat because no girls I’ve been with have felt this good. The way it would feel to be inside her…I’d love that more than words can even describe. I’m picturing it right now, actually—her on top of me like this, riding my cock into a dozen orgasms until she collapses onto me because she can’t hold herself up anymore.

  “That feels…so…good,” she pants as I start to move my finger inside her.

  The look on her face is unimaginably beautiful. She loves this. I can tell right away that this feels better than what we did before—and she came really hard before, so this must be incredible.

  “Can you take another one?” I ask, using my other finger to trace a line down from her clit to her entrance.

  “Let’s try,” she replies, her voice taking on that husky tone of a girl who’s on the bullet train to pleasure town.

  “Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop, okay?” I say, and she nods.

  She’s tight as hell, but she’s so wet that it’s easier for my finger to slide into her. I feel her tense a little, but not like it’s painful, more like she’s getting used to this new feeling. From her reaction, I can guess that the other two guys who fingered her never actually penetrated her. In a way, that makes me feel kind of honored. As of this moment, I’m the only guy who’s ever been inside her—even though it’s just my fingers.

  She gasps when I slowly stroke her G-spot, and she contracts in a few quick flutters. She’s getting there. She’s getting there fast.

  “Oh! James!” she moans as I keep going.

  Hearing her moan my name like that might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. She’s totally naked, she’s on top of me, I’ve got my fingers inside her, and she moaning my fuckin’ name now. I have to commit this to memory because it could very well be the greatest thing I’ll ever get a chance to do.

  “You’re so beautiful, Lola,” I whisper before my brain has a chance to filter the thought.

  She looks down at me and smiles through her panting and moaning. I tell her she’s gorgeous all the time, but I feel like she really absorbed it just now. She knows I’m not bullshitting. I really do think she’s the most beautiful girl on the planet.

  “Mmm!” she exhales, her whole body starting to curve back.

  “Put your hands right here,” I say, instructing her to brace herself on my stomach. “Work your hips, baby. Let yourself go.”

  She puts her palms on me and starts working her body in this wave motion that amazes me. How has she never fucked anyone? The way she moves is like a pro, like she just knows how to ride it to get the most pleasure.

  Speaking of riding, that’s all I’m thinking about right now: her on top of me riding something besides my fingers. I’ve got my hand between her legs, but she’s also grinding against me a little bit, and I can feel how hard I am on the back of my hand as I rub her spot.

  “Oh! Oh, yes!” she says in a whimper.

  It’s starting. I’ve only gotten her off a few times, but I know it’s starting. Her body is an open book, and all this stuff seems to happen completely on instinct for her. Her nipples get really hard, her pupils dilate a little bit, she starts breathing deeper, her hips make these little motions like she’s begging me to be inside her—now I also know that she gets really wet and she tightens up a lot just before she comes.

  “Yes, baby,” I whisper to her, putting my free hand against the middle of her chest like I can feel her heart. “Let it go, Lola. Come for me, beautiful girl.”

  She does. This time we don’t have to be hidden in darkness like we were last night. I take her in, watching the expression on her face and enjoying the way the muscles in her firm little stomach flex and expand while she shivers. All that is gorgeous, and that’s not even counting how she feels inside when she pulses against my fingers. I can completely guarantee that fucking Lola would be a dream come true.

  “James!” she cries out and collapses onto me, her body still shaking as she pants into my chest.

  “That was so beautiful, Lo,” I say, feeling almost as pleased as her. “You’re so beautiful, my gorgeous angel. You’re my special little treasure.”

  I hold her in my arms, and I almost get choked up, which is weird. I feel like we just shared something major, something way beyond the physical boundary we just crossed. It’s kind of like everything got blocked out for a minute and the only thing that mattered to me was making her feel good. I don’t normally get that way with girls. Sure, I always want them to get off, but I’m usually trying to get something out of it too, so this kind of selfless experience is sort of weird for me. I wanted her to feel good, and I didn’t give a shit about what it was like from my end of the deal. All I cared about was her, and now all I want to do is hold her while she comes down from it. This just feels so…intimate.

  “That was so intense,” she whispers, her breath hot against my chest.

  “I know, baby,” I say, wrapping my arms around her tighter and kissing into her hair. “I felt it too.”

  I know it was intense for her, but the weird part is that it was so intense for me. I didn’t even do anything, but I feel that kind of relaxed sensation you get after you come really hard. Just hol
ding her like this…it’s done something to me, and I feel different.

  “You’re so perfect, Lo,” I whisper to her, trailing my fingers up and down her back. “You’re so special. Everything about you is beautiful.”

  She lifts herself up on shaky arms and looks in my eyes, giving me a smile that could light up the whole city.

  This is definitely a moment. Something’s happening right now. The way she’s looking at me and the way it makes me feel, all fluttery and warm…shit’s taking place that goes way over my head, and I can’t pinpoint what it is, but it’s there. I feel it.

  I tuck her hair behind her ear and then stroke my fingers down the back of her neck. I feel weird about it, but I really want to kiss her right now. In fact, I’d like to stay in bed and kiss her for the rest of the day until I have to drive her to the airport. Who does that? Who wants to be in bed with a hot, bare-ass naked chick and just kiss her? Something’s wrong with me if I’m thinking like this.

  “James…I…that was,” she says like something’s gone weird with her too. What happened to us just now?

  I tilt her head toward me, and I slowly close my eyes as I touch her forehead to mine. “You are the most perfect human being in the world,” I whisper softly to her. “You’re the most amazing person, and you’re beautiful, and I wish you lived here because I’d do this forever.” Christ! This sounds like the kind of thing you say to a girl before you propose to her, like the spiel that comes before telling her you love her. But that’s not…unless…do I love her?

  “You’re so warm.” She giggles as she presses into me and nuzzles under my neck.

  “You’re so hot,” I reply, my face fixed in a perma-smile.

  That makes her laugh, and I’m happy to lighten things up a bit. We were heading into some uncharted territory there for a minute, and it kind of freaked me out to consider some of those feelings I had toward her.

  “I want to take a shower,” she says, lifting up on her arms again so she’s hovering over me and looking like some shit religious people would describe when they talk about heaven.