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

by Bianca Giovanni

  I take a deep breath and nod my head to myself. I’m going to let him do this. I’m going to let James see me completely topless here in his bedroom, even though I know I shouldn’t. My mind is coming up with excuses left and right, but I’m already nodding to him.

  “Wait!” I interject as I’m suddenly bared to him.

  “Yeah?” he asks sweetly like none of this is a big deal at all.

  “I can’t—I have to turn the lights off. This is too bizarre to do with the room lit up like the goddamn Fourth of July.”

  He laughs loudly. “You mean the single lamp on the nightstand with the forty watt bulb?” he dryly teases. “Yeah, it’s like a stadium in here.”

  “James,” I whine, “just get it dark in here, okay?”

  He looks at my pleading face and snickers. “They’re just boobs, Lo. I’ve seen them before—including yours.”

  I ignore him, and I reach over to turn off the lamp myself. I can’t have the lights on. Something about watching him touch me seems too intense. I’ll be able to hide my stunned reaction in the cloak of darkness, and I won’t have to worry about him seeing how much I like the things he does. From my limited experience with him, I know I’m going to thoroughly enjoy this, and I don’t want him to get cocky when he sees my expression.

  “Dark enough for you or do you want me to contact someone about shutting off the streetlights?” he jokes, referring to the orange-tinted light coming in from behind the blinds.

  “Oh, ha ha,” I scoff. “A real comedian. You gonna start doing a stand-up routine?”

  He laughs and moves closer to me, reaching up for my arms, which I’ve unconsciously crossed over my breasts again. I’m exposed, but at least I have the cover of darkness.

  “No more being self-conscious,” he playfully reprimands me. “You’re way too hot, and I won’t stand for you hating any part of yourself.”

  I giggle, and I’m glad it’s dark because he can’t see me blushing.

  “You’re beautiful, Lo,” he whispers, leaning over and kissing my shoulder before letting his lips drift up my neck to that spot right below my ear that always turns me on.

  His fingertips brush my sides, and his hands are so big that he can basically cover my ribcage from the front to the back. I draw in a breath as subtly as possible when his hand comes up to rest on my breast. Already, it makes me shiver a little just to have him touching my bare skin this way.

  “Goddamnit, I love how fuckin’ hard your nipples get!” he says with a grin that I can just make out in the low light.

  I laugh loudly and cover my face, peeking out from behind my fingers.

  “So fuckin’ hot, I swear to God.” He nods like this gets his seal of approval.

  I’m laughing, and I feel much more at ease when he kisses my neck again. He’s sweet and playful, which makes it much easier to relax in such a strange situation. This isn’t some lustful impulse; this is just cute, sexy experimentation, and I get a warm feeling at the idea that he’s the one doing this to me. James has always shown such respect for my body, and that makes it a lot easier to let my guard down with him.

  “Mmm, so fuckin’ awesome,” he whispers against my neck as he holds my breasts and brushes circles over my nipples with his thumbs. “I fuckin’ love your boobs, Lo.”

  I try to hold it in, but I have to laugh at that one. I hear him laughing too, and I can see the whiteness of his teeth as he smiles broadly before he kisses my collarbones.

  “Okay, lie back, babe,” he says, rubbing my back and lowering me onto the pillow. “Tell me if I do anything that goes too far for you, okay?”

  Before I can respond, his tongue flicks over my nipple, and I inhale sharply. Wow, something so tiny and it feels so good!

  “Told you your nipples were sensitive,” he gloats before he closes his lips around the tip of my left breast.

  He’s right; my nipples are sensitive, and I’ve enjoyed this in the past from other guys, but it never felt this good. He’s slowly suckling me while his tongue flutters over the very tip of my nipple, and I can’t get over how much I like this. I think it’s the sensual way he’s doing it that makes the biggest difference. He’s taking his time, worrying about the quality of each lick instead of the quantity of licks, and this is certainly high quality indeed.

  His large hand slips between my legs, and he touches me over my panties.

  “Oh, shit,” he breathes when he feels the dampness on the fabric. “Yeah, dude, this is only gonna take, like, thirty seconds. You’re beyond ready right now.”

  I giggle and shake my head. This is so surreal, but I love how he’s keeping everything so light and humorous.

  “Okay, beautiful girl,” he says as he looks at me. My eyes have adjusted to the light, and I can see his warm smile. “Prepare yourself for the motherfuckin’ real deal,” he playfully boasts.

  I smile and laugh as his fingers find their way beneath my panties.

  I gasp a little when the very tip of his middle finger comes in contact with my clitoris. Right away, this is better than anything anyone has ever done to me before. I’m moaning softly as he starts to gently rub and stroke my most sensitive places, making my hips involuntarily rock with the rhythm of his fingers.

  He leans over me, kissing my neck and jaw as he moves his fingers incrementally faster. I unknowingly spread my legs wider, giving him unprecedented access to continue. It’s almost instinctual when I slide my hands up his shoulders and run my fingers through his hair as he starts to kiss around my breast again. He takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks it lightly before doing the same on the other side. The combination of sensations is delightful.

  I close my eyes, and I can hear myself making soft, breathy moans as I pant. My heart is racing, my hips are moving faster, pushing me more firmly into his fingers, and my whole body feels electrically charged. He makes a hungry groan as he suckles me just a tiny bit harder, and I tangle my fingers into his hair and press him to my breast, nonverbally begging him to keep going.

  I know something is about to happen. I can feel it uncoiling deep within me. There’s a shiver running up and down my spine, and it’s getting stronger with each little touch of his fingertip. I’m close, so close to that famed sensation that is the Holy Grail of all sexual experiences.

  He must be able to tell, because he rises up and looks in my eyes, lowering his lips closer to mine and increasing the tempo between my legs.

  “Ohhh!” I whimper.

  I put my hands on his shoulders and grip onto him because I know I’m about to get swept away by this wave.

  “That’s right, gorgeous girl,” he whispers and runs his nose along mine.

  I whimper again and hold his face in my hands as I look in his eyes. He seems absolutely overjoyed with the way my body is starting to unravel. His smile is both loving and proud as I make a series of staccato gasps and my whole body tenses up.

  “Yes, baby. Just let it go,” he softly whispers, locking eyes with me.

  Then it happens. The explosion. I swear to God, I can see sounds and hear colors like I’ve got synesthesia! I’ve completely lost control of myself, and my back bows off the bed as my legs tremble and shake. I’m moaning and whimpering, and all I can do is cling to him and try to process this overload of pleasure. Oh. My. God.

  “That’s perfect, Lola,” he murmurs as he continues gently rubbing me.

  The sensation keeps rolling on, and I’m gasping and panting as my whole body lights up like a fucking Christmas tree. I pull him closer, and he presses his forehead to mine as I shake and shiver. It must be minutes. It has to be. This is no rogue wave; this is a goddamned tsunami, and the surge keeps coming and coming—no pun intended.

  Finally, I yelp when I feel my senses overloading, and he slows to a stop, cupping my sex with his palm as I quake with the aftershocks of that outstanding, spectacular, astonishing, marvelous, astounding experience.

  I try to catch my breath, and when I’m finally able to open my eyes, he’s hover
ing above me and looking down with a big, adoring smile.

  “Jesus Christ! I think I love you!” I breathlessly exclaim, brushing my fingers through his hair.

  He laughs loudly and looks very proud of himself. He should be! That was earth-shatteringly good.

  “And that’s what an orgasm feels like,” he says with a grin.

  “Yeah, I’m definitely planning to have a lot more of those,” I joke. “That’s on the agenda for the near future, that’s for fucking sure!”

  He snickers and kisses my forehead before scooting back and sitting up on the bed.

  “Holy fucking shit!” I say in an exaggerated sigh.

  That gets a hearty laugh from him, and I could be wrong, but I think he’s blushing.

  “Fucking hell! How did you learn how to do that?” I exhale.

  “Practice,” he says with a smart-ass grin, “but I think you’re just extra sensitive. It only took you, like, ten seconds to get there. You’re really responsive, quite the orgasmic girl.”

  “Then how come I’ve never ‘responded’ to it before?” I raise an eyebrow.

  “I dunno.” He shrugs before giving me a cocky smile. “Maybe I’m just the shit and I’m an expert at making girls come.”

  “You say that in jest, but that could very well be true,” I reply with a laugh.

  “Maybe you’ve always been too busy being all psycho and insecure, but tonight you let that guard down a little bit and went with it,” he proposes.

  “That could also be true.”

  He gives me a playful smirk. “Maybe those idiots you’ve been with didn’t know how to listen to a girl’s body and see how she wants to be touched.”

  “That’s very likely, yes.”

  He grabs my hips and pulls me on top of him so I’m straddling him as he lies back on the bed. “Or maybe I’m a fuckin’ sex god and you just got a little taste of my superpowers.” He grins, giving me a sexy wink.

  I laugh and nod in agreement. Sure, this will stroke his ego, which needs no stroking, but there’s a kernel of truth to it too. James has always been able to do this kind of thing to girls and it never seems like it’s all that difficult for him, so maybe he really is exceptionally sexually gifted.

  “You think that was intense, you gotta try a G-spot orgasm,” he says, taking my hips and bucking me a few times. “This is a good position for it because the girl controls the tempo. You can get it as deep as you want and really ride it.”

  I look down at his body, assessing his words. I can picture him beneath me, the way his abs would tense up as he panted, the way his shoulders and his biceps would flex as he gripped my hips. Yes, this is probably a position I’d like.

  “Or, if you want, the guy can sit up and you can look into each other’s eyes,” he says, sitting up on the bed and wrapping his arms around me.

  He looks at me intently, but then crosses his eyes to make me laugh.

  “Don’t let some guy try to convince you to do doggy on the first time,” he advises. “It’s too impersonal without eye contact, and you’re gonna want something more romantic than that. You’re a candy-and-roses kinda girl, and candy-and-roses girls don’t want to get fucked from behind.”

  I snicker and nod. He’s probably right.

  “You’ll probably want it like this,” he says, whisking me around so I’m on my back and he’s lying on top of me. “Put your legs up here for a sec,” he says, sliding his hand down my body and pulling my leg so my knee is bent and my thigh is up high against his side. I move the other leg into the same position. “Yeah, like that.”

  He rocks his pelvis to give me a preview of the position. I note the fluidity of movement in his muscles, the same that I saw on the video. James’s motions showcase a polished artistry, like his body was specifically designed for sex—probably why he’s such a star.

  “I hardly ever get to do this one anymore,” he says, continuing to sensually undulate into me. “I’m pretty sure they think it’s not very cinematic—not dynamic enough, you know?”

  It feels pretty damn dynamic to me, and his crotch is pressing right between my legs as he pantomimes sex in the missionary position.

  My lips part, and I can’t contain a tiny moan.

  “Oh, sorry.” He smiles in surprise. “Still pretty sensitive down there, huh?”

  “The way your jeans are hitting me…it’s really doing something for me,” I bashfully admit.

  “I’m gonna turn you into a wanton, horny, ravenous sex goddess,” he says, rocking firmly into me with each word before he stills.

  “Oh, fuck, you are such an asshole, winding me up like this,” I say, chuckling as I try to block out how good that feels.

  He gives me that mischievous smile and licks his fingers before sliding his hand between my legs. He looks right in my eyes with a cocky grin as he starts rubbing me again, but this time at a teasingly slow pace.

  “Am I an asshole now, Lola?” He smirks. “I’m only an asshole if I turn you on but I never pay it off.”

  “Ohhhh…seriously, James, that feels so good it’s insane,” I say through a half moan.

  “Nice! I like this.” He chuckles, and a triumphant smile spreads over his lips. “Now I know how to shut you up when you mouth off to me.”

  Even though I’m getting incredibly turned on, I laugh at his remark.

  “You start giving me shit, I give you an orgasm,” he jokes.

  “I think that’ll work the opposite of how you want,” I say, my voice sounding progressively aroused as he rubs me. “It’s Pavlovian conditioning. You’d basically be rewarding me for giving you shit.”

  “Hmm, maybe you’re right,” he says with a smart-ass grin as he takes his hand away.

  I whine loudly, and he laughs.

  “It would appear that you want some more,” he teases with an eyebrow raised.

  “It would appear that way, yes,” I say, attempting to sound sassy even though I’m willing to scream and beg for him to keep going.

  “What an interesting turn of events indeed,” he says with an exaggerated accent like he’s Sherlock fucking Holmes.

  “Come on!” I whine.

  “The girl that was so reluctant to even take her shirt off is suddenly desperate for another orgasm,” he continues in this silly English character. “My, my, how the tables have turned.”

  I grab his hand and put it back between my legs, and he raises his eyebrows like he’s surprised and impressed by my aggressiveness.

  “You always have to get what you want, eh, Lola?” He shakes his head, giving me an overdone tsk-tsk of disapproval.

  I nod and give him my best adorable smile, opening my legs wider as he starts to rub me again.

  “I’ll make you come…under one condition,” he says.

  “Okay.” I nod for him to go on.

  “You have to let me kiss your neck and hold you and spoon you all night if I want to.”

  I snicker. Such a cute demand. “Agreed.”

  “And you have to keep your clothes off the whole time,” he adds with that patented devilish grin.

  “I knew there was a catch!” I laugh and point to him accusingly.

  “I just…I really like it,” he says, looking down at my bare breasts. “Your tits are sexy as hell, Lola, and I wish I got to see ’em more often.”

  I blush and cover my face, which makes him smile.

  “Oh, Lola’s Boobs,” he says into my chest, “I wish we knew each other better.”

  I crack up laughing.

  “What’s that you say?” he jokes, putting his ear to my right breast. “You wish you could come out to play more often but Lola doesn’t let you? Well, that’s a shame.”

  I’m cackling with laughter.

  “So will you?” He looks at me with a cheerful grin.

  “Will I what?”

  “Let me play with your boobs all night?”

  “James!” I squawk.

  “How about if I just look at them, then?” he bargains.

>   “You’re fucking crazy!” I laugh.

  “Can I persuade you?” He flirtatiously smirks as he teases me with his fingers.

  He rubs me a little faster than before, and I can’t hold back my moans. My neck arches back as it starts to build, and my hips begin rocking again. Right when I’m really getting into it, he takes his hand away.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I sigh in exasperation.

  He laughs loudly and raises his eyebrows. “Well?” he asks expectantly.

  “All right, all right!” I giggle. “I’ll leave my clothes off, just don’t stop doing that again, okay?”

  He snickers and nods his head before he gives me a sweet, tender kiss on the forehead and looks right in my eyes. He resumes his motions, and it can’t be more than thirty seconds before he sends me over the edge.

  “Fuck!” I exhale as I catch my breath. “Can you do that to me every day for the next, like, fifty years?”

  He throws back his head with laughter. “You really like it that much?” he says proudly.

  “Fuck yes! I totally do!” I reply honestly.

  “All right.” He nods matter-of-factly. “How about you lose the panties, I give you three more tonight, and then I get to cuddle you while you sleep?”

  “Six more tonight,” I counter as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slides them down my legs.

  “Four,” he says, chuckling.

  “Five.” I pretend to scowl.

  “Deal.” He nods, holding out his hand so we can shake on it.

  Two hours later, I feel like I’m going to pass out. He caved and decided to ignite me eight more times, and now my body is exhausted and I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.

  “You seem awfully sleepy.” He smirks as he looks me over. “It looks like I might’ve worn you out.”

  “Mm-hmm,” I reply in my content and dreamy state.

  “I can put your little ass to sleep with this shit,” he playfully boasts. “You go from zero to ten, and you’re ready to crash.”

  “I would fight you on that, but you’re right,” I drowsily murmur.

  “What was that?” he asks with wide eyes. “I think I just heard you say I was right. Mark this day on the calendar, everyone!”