by J. M. Walker
“Yes,” I whined, pushing back against his hand.
“Do you think you deserve it? After telling me you don’t want to continue this? After lying to me when your body clearly loves what I do to it.” He pushed his fingers into me as deep as my body would allow.
My knees buckled, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Answer my fucking question.” His hand stopped but I could still feel his fingers moving inside of me.
“Yes, please. I’m sorry. God. Just let me come.” The words tumbled from my mouth. It didn’t take much. I would have done anything for that orgasm. Especially when he was the one giving it to me.
Vince ripped his hand from my body and shoved his fingers back inside of me.
“Oh.” My eyes popped open. “God.”
He repeated the movements. It was rough, bordered on violent and everything I wanted from him. Even though it was just his fingers, I loved it. I loved all of it. And I loved him even more for giving me what I needed. Even though I didn’t tell him so, it was like he could read my mind.
“Come for me.” He pulled his fingers from my body once again and started rubbing his palm over my clit.
I cried out, shaking against him.
“That’s it. Come hard. Come all over my hand.” His hand picked up speed. It rubbed back and forth, moving over my clit quickly.
“Vince,” I panted. “I need you.”
“You need me to what, Gigi?” He pulled his hand from between my legs and reached around me. He wrapped his other hand around my throat, pulling my head back against him. “You need me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” I cupped his hand that was between my legs, helping him give me what I needed even though he never needed my help. He knew my body like it was made for him. And maybe it was.
He pushed my hand away. “Keep your hands against the fucking wall until I say so,” he growled, slapping my pussy.
I gasped, arching against him.
Vince sunk his teeth into the side of my throat and slapped my clit again.
My legs spread even more of their own accord.
“That’s my girl.” His fingers tightened around my throat. “If you want me to fuck you, you know what to do.”
Taking the hint, I reached behind me and grabbed onto the waist of his sweatpants. Slipping my hand into the material, I pulled out his cock in a rough move.
Vince groaned, pushing me against the wall. “Put me inside you.”
Turning my head, I met his gaze at the same time he thrust into me. Chewing my bottom lip, I bit back a hard groan, taking him to the hilt.
His fingers released my throat, moving to my hair and holding my head in place as he slammed his hips against the seat of my ass. “Tell me.”
“Harder.”
Cupping the back of my thigh, he lifted my knee and picked up speed with his hips.
From this angle, I could feel every inch of him. Every vein. He reached a part of me that I never knew existed before him.
Tilting my hips, I took him even deeper. “Vince.”
He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into me in a quick rough move.
I cried out.
He kept up the movement until I was shattering against him.
A scream left my lips, his name falling from my tongue.
Vince let go of my knee, pulling free from my body and wrapping his fingers around his cock. He stroked hard and fast, his breathing coming out ragged.
I watched in awe as he fucked his own hand.
A muttered curse left him as hot jets of his release landed against my ass and lower back. He reached out, brushing his thumb through some of the liquid and rubbing it into my skin on the cheek of my rear. It was almost like he was staking his claim.
“Vince,” I whispered.
He stuffed his cock back into his pants. “Don’t move.”
Much to my surprise, he pulled his phone out of the pocket of his pants. He took a step back, holding the phone out in front of him and snapped a picture.
“What are you doing?” I asked, a flush of heat spreading over my skin.
His dark eyes met mine that time. “I took a picture.” He turned his phone around, showing me the image.
My cheeks heated at seeing me naked with his cum on my ass.
“Yeah, I see that.” I turned toward him. “But why?”
“It’ll give me something to jerk off to whenever we aren’t together.” He shoved his phone back into his pocket.
My stomach tumbled. “Oh, is that all?” Instead of waiting for him to answer, I went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. Wiping him off of me, I let out a soft sigh.
“Gigi.” Vince came up behind me. He pulled another towel off the rack and started running it through my hair. “You have to know that I’m not giving up.”
“I’m sorry for the text. I didn’t want to send it.”
“Then why did you?” He spun me around. “I’ve spent years trying to get you to notice me. And then these past few weeks together.” His shoulders bunched, the muscles rippling over his bones to the point they were on the verge of snapping. “I’m not having this argument again.”
“Why can’t we just have sex and that be it?” God, I needed to stop hanging out with Ashton.
“Sorry, babe. It doesn’t work that way with me. You’re either in completely or…”
I looked up at Vince when his words trailed off. “Or that’s it?”
He left the bathroom and threw the towel in the laundry hamper. “I don’t know what I’ve done for you to have these walls up. I get your accident has messed things up for you but there’s no reason that you can’t trust me.”
I looked away.
“There is something. Isn’t there? What the hell did I do?”
“I didn’t think it was a big deal at first but clearly it is.” I huffed. “It’s stupid.”
His face softened. “Nothing you say, or feel is stupid. Tell me what’s bothering you.”
“You broke my heart,” I murmured. “You went to school and I know you had to. Like I said, it’s stupid. But that’s not what bothers me most. You didn’t talk to me. You didn’t come see me when you were home.”
His brows narrowed. “What are you talking about?”
“The first years you were gone, we saw each other at every opportunity. It may have been with our friends and family, but we were constantly in touch. Then your last year, when you came home for Thanksgiving, you didn’t talk to me. I expected it to be weird after what we did on your eighteenth birthday, but I still thought you would have at least said hi. But you didn’t. You didn’t do shit. So I thought maybe you were busy. You wanted to see your friends or something. But you didn’t talk to me at Christmas either.”
“I didn’t talk to you at Christmas because I thought you were mad at me. You were cold. You shoved me away.” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I was mad at you,” I mumbled, shivering at the gentle contact coming from him when he had been rough a moment before.
“Then why the hell have we started fucking again?” His eyes searched my face, looking for some form of answer. “Clearly you’re not that mad at me or you just really love my cock.”
“Don’t be an asshole.” I glared at him.
“Then you need to give me something here. Not talking to you at Thanksgiving was a misunderstanding.” Vince ran a hand through his hair. “You have to know that I would never intentionally do anything to break your heart.”
“Well whatever the reason, you still hurt me.”
“Why the hell haven’t you said anything about this before? We’ve spent the past few weeks together, Queenie. Why the fuck am I only hearing how I hurt you now?”
“Because I thought my feelings were stupid. I thought I was being unreasonable,” I mumbled, turning back to my dresser.
“You’re not being unreasonable. I just wish you would have told me this right away.” He cupped my shoulders, spinning me arou
nd to face him. “We can’t move forward if I do something wrong and you won’t talk to me about it. Even if it’s just a misunderstanding.” He closed the distance between us, pushing his hips into me and pressing me up against the edge of my dresser. “You feel that?”
I swallowed hard, my body heating as his thick length twitched against my lower belly.
“That’s yours, Gigi.” He cupped the back of my head, sliding his fingers into my hair and holding me in place. “I’m sorry I never saw you that weekend. I wanted to. I was fucking desperate for you. We texted often but it wasn’t enough. That night of my birthday wasn’t enough.” He tugged my head back. “I wanted you again.”
“I wanted you too,” I whispered, remembering the many lonely nights where I would touch myself to thoughts of him.
“I hardly saw my family that weekend too. Rory’s mom had died, so I spent the weekend with him. I’m sorry I never told you. I should have told you. But I was drunk for most of the weekend. That’s no excuse but it’s the truth.”
“I’m sorry for his loss.” I stared up at him, my chest tightening for his friend. “Now I feel even more stupid for getting upset.”
“Don’t.” Vince kissed my forehead. “I would have been upset too. I should have told you and I’m sorry that I’m only just telling you now.”
“I’m sorry I never mentioned it.” I ran my hands down his chest, feeling the flutter of his heart beneath my palm.
“You don’t like talking about your feelings.”
I shrugged. It wasn’t like I ever had any reason to. But people judged when they knew how you felt. It made you a target.
“Hey.” Vince grabbed my hand, leading me to the edge of my bed. He sat, pulling me between his knees. “However you feel, I will not judge you. You hear me?”
I traced the lines of his face with my fingers. “Vince.”
“I asked you a question.” His voice came out rough, his brows narrowing even more in the center.
I sighed. “Yeah, I hear you.”
“Good.” He wrapped his arms around my middle, pulling me onto his lap. “Now that we sorted that shit out, I’m going to fuck you again, then we’re going to take a shower and after that, I’m taking you on a date.”
My stomach tumbled. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” He kissed my chin. “I don’t want this to end.”
“Neither do I.” A sense of relief washed over me. “I shouldn’t have sent that text.”
“Doesn’t matter.” His lips pulled up into a grin. “I’m just glad that we’re finally talking.”
My stomach rumbled.
He chuckled. “I guess we’ll have to make this quick so I can feed you.” He stood, spinning us around and dropping me on the bed.
A bubble of laughter escaped me.
Vince grinned, crawling onto the bed toward me. When he knelt between my legs, he towered over me and snarled into the crook of my neck.
I giggled, wrapping my arms around him.
He lifted his head. “We good?”
“Yeah.” I sighed, brushing my fingers along his strong jaw. “We are.”
***
(Vince)
After I finally got Gigi to open up to me, I made good on my promise and quickly used her body to make both of us feel better. By the time I was done, her taste was on my tongue and my name was on her lips. I had taken another picture of my cock deep inside her. When she noticed what I was doing, her cheeks reddened, and her pupils dilated. My girl liked being on display as long as I was the only spectator. For now, anyway. I knew there was a voyeuristic side to her, and I couldn’t wait to explore that little fantasy that she tried to keep hidden.
By the time I was done, I was going to have quite the collection of pictures. They would be our own private stash. We could look at them together, make more, and come up with new ways to just feel good. She was beautiful and I wanted her to see what I did.
“You’ve been quiet,” Gigi murmured, running her finger along the edge of her wine glass.
I sat back, staring at her from across the table. We had driven to a restaurant that wasn’t too fancy and served delicious food. The theme was rustic and most of the dishes served were Italian. The portions were big, and you never left hungry.
“I’ve been thinking of the images of you I have on my phone,” I told her.
A small smile splayed on her face, her cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink. “I can’t believe you took pictures of me and us while we were…”
“While we were what, Gigi?” I asked, sitting forward.
“Having sex,” she whispered.
I chuckled, shaking my head. “You act all damn shy in public but get you in bed and you’re a fucking porn star.”
She laughed lightly, shrugging her shoulders. “That’s because I trust you. I can be myself with you and no one knows me like you do.”
I stared at her. That had been the most honest thing she had ever said to me outside of us fucking. I reached across the table before she could shut down again and grabbed hold of her hand. “Thank you.”
She nodded, chewing her bottom lip. “Thank you for today and I’m sorry again about this morning.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s over.” I wasn’t going to dwell on it. I had learned quickly that when it came to Gigi, if she said something, she meant it. I believed her apology and I also knew that she sent me that text because she was scared. But now that it was out of the way, we could move forward.
Holding her hand on the table, I ran my thumb back and forth over the side of her palm. I watched her. Really watched her. She continued to sip from her red wine, her golden eyes moving over to the other couples sitting at random tables in the large space of the restaurant.
When we had arrived, I wanted to sit in the booth beside her, but I also didn’t want to overwhelm her. We had spent the rest of the morning and most of the early afternoon, wrapped in each other’s arms. I had made her a sandwich and salad from items I found in her fridge. When I was satisfied that she was no longer hungry, I fucked her. Again. It was like something had switched between us this morning and I couldn’t get enough of her. Even right now as I watched her drink her wine. She was none the wiser over what I wanted to do to her. Or how I wanted to take her to the bathroom and rip into her body before I found out if she was wet enough for me. I wanted to use her up and have my cum dripping from every damn hole in her body.
My thoughts traveled back to this afternoon when we were changing and getting ready for our date. As Gigi shimmied into her black dress, I was on her before she could get the fabric over her ass. I felt like a damn horny teenager.
“Are you hungry?” I heard myself ask. Of course she was hungry. She wouldn’t have agreed to go out for dinner with you if she wasn’t. I mentally scolded myself.
Her eyes flicked to mine. “I am. You helped me work up an appetite.”
I coughed. “Yeah, sorry about that. I don’t know what’s come over me.”
She smiled, pulling her hand from mine and leaning against the seatback of the booth. “Was I complaining?”
“No, but—” I jumped when I felt something pushing against my crotch. I looked down, finding Gigi’s foot rubbing my dick.
“You’re patient with me.” Gigi picked up a breadstick and bit off the end. “I don’t know how to ever repay you.”
I chuckled, cupping her heel. “I think you’ve had too much wine.”
“Nah.” She winked.
My dick twitched beneath her foot. This was what I liked. Flirting with her. Teasing each other in public when we had to wait until we were in a more private location to take care of that need.
“Did you do as I asked?” I grabbed her foot, pulling it harder against me.
“You’ll have to wait and see.” She finished off her breadstick before picking up her glass of wine again. “I could take a picture though.”
My cock hardened even more at what she was suggesting. “Do it.”
She laugh
ed, pulling her foot from my lap. She reached into her bag and rummaged through it until she found her phone. She brought it under the table.
I licked my lips, my dick jumping with anticipation.
Gigi grinned. “Check your phone.”
My cell buzzed as soon as those words left her mouth. When the image of her came through, my cock leaked. Her bare pussy was on full display for my feasting eyes. My mouth watered, my tongue tingling with the need to lick between her thighs.
“Oh, is that all?” I coughed, clearing my throat and putting my phone away.
Her body shook with laughter. “Thank you for this.”
“You’re welcome, Queenie.” But she never had to thank me. Not for anything. I would spend the rest of my days, until my dying breath, making her happy. If it was the last thing I did, putting a smile on her face was all I cared about.
Gigi
I didn’t know where the bravery had come from to send that picture to Vince but the huge grin it put on his face, made it all worthwhile. I appreciated that he got me to talk earlier. Even if it resulted in yelling. But the angry sex was worth it. I shivered, remembering how he had come on my ass and taken a picture of it.
“Hey.” Vince kissed the side of my head, pulling me from my thoughts. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know.” I snuggled into his side as we walked down the sidewalk. “I was thinking though.”
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow. “And what were you thinking about?”
“How you came on my ass.” I pulled away from him and started walking backwards. “It was hot.”
A sly grin spread on his face. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll make sure you never forget how that feels either.” He charged for me.
I squealed, getting caught up in his arms before I had a chance to run away.
He snarled into the crook of my neck.
A giggle escaped me at his scruff tickling me.
Vince wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me tighter into his side.
I sighed. He told me he wasn’t going anywhere. Well neither was I but even though I never voiced those words, I hoped he knew how I felt.
“Did you want to grab some ice cream?” Vince asked, nodding toward a small ice cream parlor that had some of the best ice cream I’d ever had.
