Finally Us (Next Generation Book 5)

by J. M. Walker

  I was getting ready to call him when my phone suddenly rang, making me jump. When I picked it up, my stomach did a flip. “Hey,” I answered.

  “Hey, Queenie,” Vince said, his deep voice sending a flush of heat washing over me. “You home?”

  “I am.”

  “Good. I’m just pulling onto your street.”

  “Oh, okay. I’m in my room, watching a movie.” Or I tried to. I had every intention of rubbing one out before I called him up, but this was better.

  “Perfect. I’ll see you in a few.” He hung up and like he said, the sound of the front door opening jarred through me a moment later.

  Vince appeared at my doorway. “Hey, you really need to learn how to lock your door,” he said, kicking the door closed and coming toward me.

  “Hi,” I breathed, taking in the sight of him. “I always lock the door before I go to bed.”

  He scowled. “Not the same.”

  He was dressed in his work clothes still, but what I noticed most was the bags sitting under his eyes. “Rough day?” I asked, ignoring his comment.

  He grunted, sliding onto the bed. He laid down, resting his head on my lap and wrapping his arm around my waist. “It wouldn’t have been so bad, but we were dealing with a difficult client.”

  “Oh. I’m sorry,” I said softly, running my fingers through his hair.

  He hummed. “That’s okay. This helps. But that video you sent me the other day was even better.”

  I laughed lightly. “I’m glad.”

  “I wasn’t expecting that.”

  “Well, I wasn’t expecting you to send me a picture of your…”

  He lifted his head. “What?”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “I do but I want you to actually say it, Gigi.”

  I searched his face, swallowing hard. “Cock.”

  He smirked. “Good girl.”

  My stomach fluttered unexpectedly at the approval I got from him.

  “I missed you.” He lowered his head, snuggling his face into my lap and taking a deep breath. “You smell good.”

  “I missed you too and it’s just body lotion.” My heart jumped over the fact that he was smelling me.

  “Nah.” He lifted his head and pulled back the covers. “It’s something else.”

  “Oh?” I cupped his jaw. “And what’s that?”

  He smirked, licking his full mouth. “I can smell your pussy.”

  My breath caught.

  “What were you doing before I got here?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Were you playing with this pretty little kitty?”

  “Nothing like that.” I laughed. “I was watching a movie and trying to read.”

  He kissed my knee. “A sexy book?”

  “Hardly.” I rolled my eyes. “It was a Stephen King novel.”

  “Interesting.” He cupped my knee, pushing my legs apart. “I like this. Being here with you.”

  My heart jumped to my throat. “I like this too.” There was still so much we hadn’t talked about that we needed to discuss. But right now, I wanted him to use me. I wanted to feel him taking control of my body and using it to make both of us feel good.

  “Yeah?”

  I nodded, spreading my legs wider for him.

  “Hmm.” Vince trailed his mouth down my inner thigh. “I’ve wanted to come over so many fucking times since I spent the night here but after work, I’ve been exhausted.”

  “I understand,” I said, watching him with his head between my legs.

  When he was only a few inches from where I wanted him most, he bit down.

  I yelped.

  He chuckled, swiping his tongue along the spot he just bit. “Mine,” he murmured.

  My heart hammered, the blood pounding in my ears.

  “Kiss me,” he demanded, lifting his head.

  He didn’t have to ask me twice.

  When I lowered my mouth to his, everything around us fell away until it was just him and I.

  Vince pushed me back, deepening the kiss.

  Snaking my arms around his shoulders, I spread my legs, hoping that he would take the hint.

  Much to my dismay, he broke the kiss. “You don’t have any unexpected plans tonight that you forgot about, right?”

  I laughed breathlessly. “No. I’m all yours.”

  “Good.” In a quick move, he pulled me under him.

  I gasped, another laugh escaping me. “Want something, handsome?”

  “Yes.” He gave me a cheeky grin. “You have no fucking idea how much I want it.”

  “Then show me.” I kissed his chin, trailing my hands down his chest.

  “Hmm…” He lowered his mouth to my neck, giving it a gentle bite.

  A sigh escaped me, a flood of heat rushing between my legs. “Vince.”

  A low growl left him.

  “Please.” I arched beneath him, rubbing myself over the hard length between his legs. “I need you.”

  Grabbing my hands, he pulled them up and over my head before linking our fingers. His mouth soon found mine. He pushed against me, thrusting back and forth. Even though he wasn’t inside me and our clothes were in the way, I could still feel him everywhere. The pleasure was almost too much. I couldn’t think of anything else but having him fuck me.

  We worked up a rhythm, teasing each other. But as much as I wanted him, I couldn’t stop. He pushed into me, rubbing at the perfect spot.

  I broke the kiss, gasping for breath as his hips undulated against me.

  His dark eyes locked with mine, watching. Waiting for me to fall and crash into that sea of pleasure that only he could ever provide for me.

  I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut but felt his burning into me. My fingers tightened in his, my thighs shaking.

  Vince licked up the side of my neck, his hot breath fanning over my ear. “You want to come?”

  “Yes,” I whined, rubbing myself against him.

  He pulled a hand from mine, hooked it under my thigh, and pushed my knee out. “Then give me that orgasm, baby.”

  We moved. Back and forth. Side to side. The pleasure took control as I chased the orgasm, I was so damn desperate to have.

  “Fuck, you’re greedy,” he murmured against the side of my throat.

  It was as if he could hear the thoughts running through my head. Yes, I was greedy. Hungry. I wanted him in ways I never even knew someone could want another person. I read. I watched movies. I heard my friends talk but they never told me it would be like this. Maybe it was something that couldn’t be explained.

  “Gigi, give me that orgasm,” Vince growled, sinking his teeth into the spot at the base of my neck.

  Spots danced in my vision, my thighs shook, a hard cry left my lips as the release crashed into me.

  “That’s it. Keep coming,” he demanded, biting me again.

  The pain mixed with pleasure slid over me. “God,” I cried out.

  “So fucking beautiful.”

  As soon as I came down from the high, I was on Vince. I shoved him back, crushing my mouth to his.

  His hands went to my hair, holding me tight against him.

  Deepening the kiss, my fingers dug into his shoulders. I wanted to bury myself beneath his skin and bask in the warmth of his passionate embrace. I needed him like I never needed anything else in my entire life.

  Pushing him back hard, my legs got tangled in the sheets on the bed and we fell over the side.

  I landed on my back with an oomph, a bubble of laughter leaving me.

  “Geezus, babe. You okay?”

  “Yes.” I covered his mouth with mine once again, ripping at his clothes. Too many layers stood between us.

  “Fuck,” he whispered against my lips.

  “Please, Vince.” My foot was still on the bed, opening my body to him. It was an odd angle, but I didn’t care. I had only been with him once. Hell, I only had sex once, period, and I knew that it would hurt but I needed that ache. I would give him what he wanted at his birthday party as
well, but this was for us. I needed him like I needed air to breathe. No more foreplay. I wanted him to fuck me.

  “We should wait.” And although he said the words, his fingers trailed up my inner thighs.

  “No. The anticipation is killing me,” I whined.

  He chuckled, releasing my mouth with a smack and trailing hot kisses down the length of my jaw. “Is it now?”

  “God, yes.” I reached for his belt, unbuckling it and ripping down the zipper.

  He jumped. “You gotta be careful with that shit, Gigi.”

  “Oh.” My cheeks burned. “Sorry.”

  He shook his head, his eyes darkening. “You hurt it, you gotta kiss it better.”

  “Sounds like a delicious plan to me.” I licked along his bottom lip, igniting a shiver to tremble through him. When I was about to reach into his pants, he grabbed my hands. “Vince, please. I—”

  “I’m not stopping you. Fuck, Gigi. You have no idea how much I want this to happen.” His eyes roamed down the length of me. “Especially when you’re sitting here half naked and begging me to fuck you. But I need you to know that once this happens, that’s it for us.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked, breathless.

  “It means that there’s no one else. Just you and me.”

  “I…” We couldn’t talk about that right now. There was no way that either of us were ready to take that next step when we hadn’t even made our relationship official.

  “Gigi,” Vince barked, grabbing hold of my chin. “You want my dick?”

  “Yes.” I tried pulling my head from his firm grip, but his hold only tightened.

  “Do you want my dick?” he repeated, slower that time.

  “Yes,” I said, glaring at him.

  He leaned forward, placing a hard kiss on my mouth. “Then tell me.”

  “We’re really going to talk about this now?”

  He gave my bottom lip a gentle bite.

  The unexpected pain shot to my clit. “Vince.”

  “What the fuck did I just ask you?”

  “Yes, I want your dick. I want you to fill me up and make me scream your name. I want you…God, I want…I want it all.”

  “Then say it.” His brows narrowed. “Gigi,” he said, his voice filling with warning.

  “You’re it for me. It’s just us. No one else. There’s never been anyone else,” I said all in one breath.

  “Good girl.” He released my chin and wrapped his hand around my throat, pulling me toward him. “Now do it.”

  I quickly undid his pants the rest of the way and reached a shaky hand inside. When my fingers came into contact with his cock, I almost whimpered at how hard he was.

  His eyes darkened, waiting, watching, never leaving mine.

  As much as I wanted to look at his cock, I couldn’t help but keep my eyes locked on his.

  Pulling him from the confines of his pants, I wrapped my fingers around the thick length. I had forgotten how big he was, my fingers barely closing around his girth.

  A groan escaped him, but his fingers never loosened from my throat.

  “Do it,” he growled, his pupils dilating.

  Pulling the crotch of my panties to the side, I ran the head of his cock against my clit.

  “Gigi.” He leaned his forehead against mine.

  Our breath came out in pants.

  Moving his hand to the back of my head, he fisted my hair, forcing me to look down. “Watch me enter you.”

  Before I could brace myself, he thrust into me.

  I cried out, unable to look away from our joined bodies.

  “You see that?” he asked between thrusts. “My cock remembers your pussy, baby.”

  “Yes.” My thighs shook, burning from the odd angle.

  “Fucking hell, I forgot how tight you are.” He kissed the side of my neck, keeping a firm grip on my hair.

  Leaning back, I lifted the hem of my tank top.

  Vince released me so I could take it off and was back on me seconds later.

  He cupped my breast, leaning down and taking a nipple between his lips. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, owning me with each pump of his hips.

  The pleasure consumed me, traveling from my toes to my head. Every inch of me tingled. Even though it was slow but powerful, I couldn’t help but get lost in him. This was what I wanted. All this time.

  Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, I held him against me and started moving my hips back and forth.

  A rough growl escaped from somewhere deep in his chest. He released my nipple, trailing hot kisses up my chest, to my collarbone, before reaching my mouth.

  “Faster,” I begged. “Please. I need…”

  Vince wrapped himself around me and stood, lifting me into his arms before placing me gently on the bed. Pulling from my body, he undressed, standing naked before me. He was hard. Everywhere.

  “Wow,” I breathed.

  He chuckled, shaking his head. He towered over me, grabbed my hips, and pulled me to the edge of the bed. “You’re a dirty girl, Gigi,” he said, pulling my panties lower and placing a soft peck on my stomach.

  I laughed, cupping his face. “You like it.”

  “I do.” He ripped the panties down my legs, threw them to the floor, and crawled up the length of my body before crushing his mouth to mine.

  No more words were said between us as he lifted my legs, placed them on his shoulders and entered me in one smooth thrust.

  He swallowed my whimpers, holding me in place and pumping into me hard. His thrusts turned deep, violent. It was like all of our pent-up sexual frustration finally caught up with us.

  I couldn’t control the thoughts rushing through me at how right this felt. How much I had needed him. How desperate I was. And the fact that I was willing to do anything to have him back inside me, scared the shit out of me.

  Gigi

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, I fixed my hair and piled it on top of my head into a messy bun.

  Vince was sitting against the headboard with the white sheets covering him from the waist down. Both of us had planned on waiting to have sex again until his birthday party but something changed where we needed each other. Now, I wasn’t sure if it was just me, but it was awkward. I didn’t know why. It wasn’t like he was a random stranger or anything.

  “Queenie,” he said, his voice low.

  I rose from the bed and went to get dressed when a growl stopped me. I glanced at Vince over my shoulder.

  “You have bruises.”

  I looked down, finding a dark bruise on my hip and what looked like fingerprints on my inner thighs. “Oh. I guess I do.”

  “Come here,” he demanded.

  “I should get dressed.” I ignored his intense stare and went to my dresser.

  “Gigi.”

  I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me. I had gotten what I wanted from him. He felt better than I remembered but being with him didn’t make this ache, this need for more, this pain, go away.

  “Baby,” he said gently.

  I was vaguely aware of him coming up behind me.

  Vince brushed the loose strands that had fallen from my bun off my nape, and placed a soft peck on my shoulder. “Talk to me.”

  His touch was so gentle, it forced a lump to my throat.

  “I don’t know what to say,” I confessed.

  “Gigi.” He wrapped an arm around my middle.

  Both of us were naked with the remnants of what we had done written all over our skin but for whatever reason, I couldn’t face him. It wasn’t like before. Even though we had only been together once, that had been three years ago and in the back seat of my car. But I wouldn’t have changed it for anything. So why the hell did I feel like I was about to do the walk of shame?

  “Hey.” Vince tried turning me, but I wouldn’t budge.

  I could feel his eyes burning into me, but I couldn’t even meet his gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

  “Do you regret what we did tonight?”


  I looked at him then, my gaze landing on his face.

  His dark eyes stared back at me, waiting, hoping for an answer that wouldn’t break either of our hearts.

  “No,” I finally said.

  His shoulders slumped like that one word held so much weight all by itself.

  “Then talk to me.” His thumb brushed along my hip bone. “I feel like you regret something. Was I too rough? Not rough enough? You gotta give me something here, Queenie.”

  “No.” I inhaled a sharp breath and leaned against my dresser. Even though we were both naked, his cock was flaccid and nothing sexual slid between us. This was more than just sex. There had always been an air about Vince that was intense. I had never seen him look at another woman. I had some hot friends, but he only ever looked at me.

  “What do you want out of this?” I finally asked him.

  He tilted his head, his eyes searching my face. “The same thing you do, baby, but I’m willing to wait until you’re ready.”

  Would I ever be ready?

  “Is this the age thing?”

  “No.” I shook my head for added effect. “Not at all. I just…” Could I tell him that he had broken my heart? It had been lame, and I shouldn’t have cared so much but the night we spent together, meant something to me and I thought it meant something to him too.

  “You’re freaking me out, Gigi.” Vince stepped away, running a hand over the back of his neck. “I don’t know what I did.”

  “Please don’t.” I went to him and before he could protest, I wrapped my arms around his hard middle. “I don’t know what’s going on but I just…I need this. I need you. I always need you.”

  “Alright, Queenie.” He returned the embrace, wrapping me up in his arms. “I’ll be patient and wait for you to tell me when you’re ready.” He crouched until we were at eye level. “Okay?”

  I nodded, cupping his handsome face. “Okay.”

  “Good.” He stepped away from me and held out his hand. “Let’s grab a drink and watch a movie.”

  “Shouldn’t we get dressed?”

  His eyes roamed down the length of me. “Yeah. As much as I don’t want you to, I know people just randomly walk into your house.”