by Chelle Bliss
He lowers his body on top of mine, settling between my legs. “Is this okay?” he asks.
I finally feel what he’s packing, and my pussy contracts, loving the hardness of his cock pressing against me. “It’s perfect.”
“Uncomfortable?” he asks.
“No,” I say, but my voice changes when I speak those words. A need I haven’t felt in so long overtakes me. “Give me a few thrusts.”
He grips my ass harder, and he tightens his fingers around the back of my neck as he adjusts his body, sliding his cock against my sweat pants.
I bite my bottom lip, stopping myself from crying out in pleasure. It’s like being back in high school, where the slightest touch puts my entire body into overdrive. I need to get a grip and quick.
I wrap my legs around his body, resting my feet slightly above his ass just like the heroine in my book. He moves his hips backward, his hardness leaving me for a moment before he thrusts forward, hitting my clit in exactly the right way. This time, I can’t help but let out a little noise. A sexy smile spreads across his face. Any hope I had that he didn’t hear the sound goes right out the window. I’m momentarily mortified and horny as hell too.
“This doesn’t work for me,” he says. “The position is too clunky, and I can’t move the way I’d want to if we were having sex.”
I want to argue, telling him the position very much works for me, but I don’t.
“Why not?” I ask.
“I can’t get the right amount of thrust from my legs alone, and my arms aren’t useful in this position.”
The right amount of thrust? It felt pretty damn good to me. Maybe I’ve been sexless for far too long and forgot what a good fucking entailed.
He moves his body backward, taking me with him, still holding my ass and my neck in his hands. We’re suddenly upright, face-to-face, my core against his cock as I sit in his lap.
“This would be better.”
I nod, unable to speak. His mouth is so close to mine, his warm breath moving across my face, almost caressing my skin.
“Yes, this is much better,” he murmurs. He digs his fingers into my ass, pulling me closer, leaving no space between our bodies.
My heart races uncontrollably as my skin buzzes from the contact. “Why is it better?” I whisper, memorizing the way his body feels under me.
The thickness of his cock.
The smell of his skin.
The way his hands touch me.
Later, when he finally leaves, I’ll be using every memory to take care of my “situation.”
“In this position, I can kiss you,” he says, staring into my eyes. “You can ride my cock, but I’d control the speed with my hand and can thrust upward for a little more impact.” He squeezes my ass and presses his cock into me a little harder.
I suck in a breath, trying not to be affected by the way he’s touching me and the hungry look in his eyes, but Jesus Christ…I want him.
He slides his fingers up my neck, tangling them in my hair with just the right amount of delicious bite. “This is the position I’d use. I could look at your beautiful face, kiss you hard, fuck you deep, and control your every movement for my pleasure.”
“You’d control me?” I squeak out because his cock is making it damn near impossible for me to think, let alone speak like a normal human being.
He moves his lips closer, and all the air I had in my lungs vanishes. “Want me to show you? With our clothes on, of course.”
I nod, but I know this is dangerous territory. Everything that’s happened in the last few minutes has me hanging off the edge of my self-induced celibacy.
“I’m going to kiss you. We need this to be authentic.”
I don’t say no. Who would? Not a girl who hasn’t been touched in months. Not a woman who’s spent days upon days writing spicy sex scenes and the last few hours daydreaming of her sexy neighbor. The very one who’s now under me, holding me in his arms.
The air in the room seems to vanish while I lose myself in his dreamy eyes as he leans closer. My heart hammers in my chest, and my entire body is on fire, craving his lips more than anything.
He tilts my head and brings my face closer.
“Is this a good idea?” I whisper as I dip my eyes to his lush lips, almost begging for his mouth.
“I want nothing more than to kiss you, Bianca. I haven’t been able to think about much else.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand as he presses his lips to mine. I can’t hold back the moan that’s been sitting on the tip of my tongue since the moment I felt his body against mine.
His lips are just as velvety soft as I imagined—the exact opposite of the rest of his rock-hard body. I dig my nails into his scalp as I sweep my tongue across his lips, wanting more and needing to taste him.
“Baby,” he murmurs. “I want you so bad.”
“I want you too,” I whisper into his mouth before he deepens the kiss, stopping me from saying more.
I feel Vinnie all over. My neck. My ass. My pussy. Our tongues tangle together as he moves my middle against his cock, dry-humping me.
My mind is everywhere and nowhere all at once. I can’t think about anything but the way he’s touching me, kissing me, and fucking me through my sweat pants.
I rock into him, wanting more of his delicious hardness against my clit and needing to come more than anything in the world.
Our bodies are moving torturously slow as I ride him. His hand slides from my ass to my waist, controlling my movements and the speed. He kisses me harder than before as his cock presses against my clit so perfectly, I nearly come.
I gasp with the next pass of his swollen cock over my clit, so close to the edge, my toes start to curl. The orgasm builds inside me, threatening to explode.
Vinnie moans, rocking into me, matching my movements. I want to look into his eyes, see his face, but I don’t dare. I’m too lost in pleasure as the friction from his dick and my sweat pants drives me closer to the edge.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper against his lips, gasping for air and knowing this is the last chance I have to stop what’s about to happen.
“Let go, baby. Give in,” he tells me. “Come on my cock.”
The way he talks to me causes my insides to convulse and a massive orgasm to crash down on me so hard, I can’t breathe. He tightens his hand on my neck, pulling me down harder against his body as he fucks me through my pants.
My body quakes uncontrollably, almost bucking as the orgasm rips through my system at record speed. He grunts, gasping for air, following me into bliss.
I don’t know what happened. How in the hell did I come from dry-humping? My last few boyfriends couldn’t get me off even after trying and pulling out all the stops. I’d always have to reach into my nightstand and grab my vibrator to finish the job.
The kiss slows as the only sounds in the room are our ragged breathing and pounding hearts.
“Fuck,” he mutters, resting his forehead against mine. “That was…”
I want to say so many words.
Hot.
Awkward.
Embarrassing.
Unforgettable.
“Yeah,” I reply instead, still unable to open my eyes and look at the man I just dry-humped until I came.
I don’t know how long we sit like this. Me in his lap, my sweat pants soaked and my body trembling, before he finally speaks again.
He drops his hand from my neck to the middle of my back. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I whisper, trying to take deep breaths and calm my racing, post-orgasm heart.
“I was supposed to be helping you, and I think I just made everything more complicated.”
Complicated doesn’t even begin to describe everything I’m feeling in this moment. I don’t think any of my boyfriends have ever made me come, not even after giving it a valiant effort with their cocks, hands, or tongues. But then along comes Vinnie Gallo, football superstar, and he gets me off without even removing a
piece of clothing.
“This has never happened to me,” he admits.
I finally open my eyes and look at him. “What?”
“I’ve never come like this. I usually have more stamina, but I couldn’t stop. The little noises you make made it impossible for me not to come. That was hot as fuck.”
“It was.”
“And when you came, the way you moaned as you rode my cock… Baby, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
My face heats. “Don’t talk,” I tell him and cover his mouth with my hand, still unable to look him in the eye.
Talking about coming in my sweat pants in front of a man I barely know is a little out of my comfort zone.
He pulls his face back a little, and my embarrassment grows. “Don’t be ashamed. It’s not like you came by yourself.”
“We weren’t supposed to…” I trail off, unsure what to call what just happened.
“Your position didn’t work. We had to explore all avenues and, honestly,” he says, running the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “I wouldn’t want anyone else in my place. I want to be your go-to book research guy.”
I push off him, slowly climbing to my feet and praying my legs don’t give out. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
His eyebrows pull down in the middle. “Why not?”
My eyes dip to the very wet spot on the front of his sweat pants, a mix of my orgasm and his. “This is dangerous.”
He smiles and slowly shakes his head. “This isn’t dangerous, Bianca.” He stands, closing the space between us and reaching out to run a finger down the side of my throat. “This is sexy. You have a book to finish, yeah?”
I nod and swallow, knowing he’s going to try to sell me on being my real-life sex doll. I also know there’s no way I can turn him down. Not after the way he kissed me and the head-spinning orgasm he delivered without even trying.
“Did this help you finish the scene?”
I nod again.
“Then we’ve accomplished something amazing. I can’t wait to read what you write.”
I stare at him, wide-eyed, imagining him reading the dirty words as he sits alone in his apartment. Will he touch himself and think of me?
I shake my head, trying to get rid of the image of him with his hard cock in his giant hands, stroking himself off as he reads. “I better get back to work,” I tell him, needing to put space between us because this is all kinds of wrong.
“I’ll let you get to it. Send me the chapter when you’re finished.” He stands up, and his cock is still clearly visible behind the wet spot.
“I can’t. I don’t share my work with anyone until I’ve finished the entire book.”
“Just this chapter. Please,” he begs.
My resistance slips because he’s looking at me with those hungry eyes and those lips so close, I could almost kiss him again. “Okay,” I say, like an idiot.
His lips touch mine for only a moment, soft and gentle, and then he’s gone.
I’m left standing in my living room, staring at the door, wondering what in the hell just happened.
10
VINNIE
“HOW’S that hot mama of yours?” Clarence asks as I gather up a few things from my locker before I head home.
Tonight’s the night I meet Bianca’s entire family, and I’m nervous as fuck.
“She’s great, man. Busy writing, so I haven’t seen her much.”
“Is the sex as wild as I think it is? I mean, if my woman wrote those books—” he grabs his junk underneath his towel “—I’m sure she’d practically be hanging off my cock like it was a jungle gym.”
“Can’t keep her off me,” I lie.
I haven’t heard from her since the other night after she came apart in my arms and I exploded in my pants. I don’t know what came over me or how the friction from the sweat pants combined with the tiny sounds she makes when being pleasured were enough to make me come like a virginal teenage boy.
“Lucky bastard.” Clarence punches my shoulder.
“I’m meeting her family tonight.” My stomach turns at the very thought.
I haven’t met any girl’s parents since I was in high school. I never stuck around long enough in college to make it even a remote possibility. Although Bianca and I entered into this together as a mutual agreement, it’s feeling more real than fake.
“They fans?”
I nod. “Huge fans.”
“Then you’re solid. You can do no wrong.”
I can think of plenty of things I can do wrong.
“Is that what it was like when you met Marquita’s parents?”
He shakes his head. “Hell no. They hated me. I was a punk college player, and they didn’t see a future for their princess with a nobody like me.”
“And now?”
“Now they kiss my ass.” He laughs. “They brag to all their snobby friends about their rich, successful son-in-law. It’s quite a change from the way they used to describe me. Even after all these years, I’ve never forgotten the way they treated me.”
Marquita isn’t much different from her parents. Clarence doesn’t see it, but she’s a total snob. She looks down her nose at everyone, but I’m not the one who has to sleep with her.
“That’s pretty shitty. Sorry you had to go through that.”
“You’re good, though. Bianca’s family will love you. What’s not to like? Pretty face, local football hero, rich as fuck.”
“Not exactly how some people see me.”
Clarence looks at me funny. “No one looks at you any other way, dumbass. You hit the jackpot and all the stars aligned when your ass was born.”
“Yeah,” I mumble.
If the jackpot was a mafia boss father who spent more time behind bars than raising me, then I hit the big one. I know I’ve been lucky. How many kids dream of playing professional football and actually do it? Not that fucking many.
“I’d better go so I’m not late. Bianca will have my balls.”
“Good luck, man. Knock ’em dead tonight. You got this.”
I’m halfway down the hallway when Tracie comes around a corner like she’d been waiting for me. “There you are,” she says, sliding her hand up my sweaty T-shirt, looking at me like I’m a piece of meat and she’s starving for a bite. “I’ve missed you.”
I peel her hand away from my chest and grip her wrist tighter than I have before. “Don’t touch me.”
She pouts like it’s going to have any effect on me. “Don’t be that way, silly.”
“Gallo,” Coach Malik says from behind me. “Go on ahead. I need to talk to Tracie.”
I drop her hand and glare at her. “Leave me alone, Tracie. It’s the last warning I’m going to give you.”
“It’s that bitch, isn’t it?”
My body stiffens, and an anger I haven’t felt in years courses through my veins. My hands ball up at my sides, and I’m about to open my mouth when Coach puts his hand on my shoulder, stopping me.
“Go, Vinnie. Don’t do anything stupid. Let me talk with her.”
I don’t turn around.
I don’t speak.
I walk off, leaving Tracie and the coach to hash out the shit she’s still pulling with me, even after warnings from her grandfather.
“WHOA.” It’s the only word that comes to mind when Bianca opens the door to her place.
She’s dressed in a cream-colored gown, covered with lace and so many frills, she looks more like a princess than a writer. She grabs the bottom, holding it out and showing me all the layers. “It’s not too much?”
“You look…” I trail off and step forward, running my hand up her arm. “…like the most beautiful girl in the world.”
She doesn’t move away from my touch. “You’re looking quite handsome yourself, but then again, you clean up well.”
“Says the girl who pulls off sweat pants and a messy bun.”
She rolls her eyes. “Now I know you’re lying. I, in no way, pu
ll off or look good in my writing outfit.”
“Baby.” I slide my hand up her arm before I trace her exposed collarbone with my finger. “You, wearing that outfit, riding me and moaning my name… There has never been anything sexier.”
“Vinnie.” She looks at me with those big brown eyes. “Don’t. We can’t miss this party.”
“Don’t what?” I play innocent, but all I want to do is walk her backward, peel off that dress, and bury my head between her legs. I’ve been dying to know what she tastes like, how different she’ll sound coming on my tongue instead of through her pants.
“You’re trying to seduce me.”
“Is it working?” I raise an eyebrow, hoping like fuck she says yes.
“Not one bit.” She smiles coyly, and I know she’s lying. “We can’t be late, or my parents will kill me.”
“Well, my chariot awaits.”
She shakes her head. “I’m driving. This is my night, and I’m not squeezing all these layers inside that tiny sports car of yours.”
I like when she’s bossy. “Whatever makes you happy.”
She tries to walk in front of me as we make our way toward the elevator, but I pull her backward, wanting her at my side.
“You don’t have to pretend yet. We’re alone,” she says as she pushes the button on the wall, but she doesn’t look at me as she speaks.
“Who’s pretending?” I stare at her, waiting for her to look at me. “I’m not.”
I don’t know what she isn’t getting. Maybe I haven’t made myself clear. I know we started this as some arrangement to help each other out, scratch each other’s backs, but that’s not how things have evolved this week.
“You don’t have to do this.” She stares down at the marble floor. “After tonight, you never have to see me again.”
I turn her to face me and place two fingers under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Baby, don’t say those words. This may have started out as a favor, but there’s nowhere I’d rather be tonight than at your side. Don’t you know that?”
I’ve never had a chick push me away as many times as Bianca. Usually, I’m the one backtracking, trying to get them to move on and realize there’s no future. I don’t know what’s ahead for Bianca and me, but I want to ride this as long as I can and figure shit out.
