17
Bianca
Vinnie placestwo fingers under my chin, tipping my head back.“This isn’t right,” he says softly, still stroking his cock with one hand.“I need to be inside you.”
His eyes move to my hand, which is still inside my yoga pants, working my clit.I’m so close to orgasm.So close, my damn toes are curling, and the last thing I want to do is stop.
“I want to kiss your beautiful lips as you moan my name and come with my cock buried so deep inside you, you’ll feel me there long after I’ve left.”
He says such dirty and delicious things.Just like the guys I write in my books.And just like them too, his body is pure perfection.I could watch him touch himself all night and never grow bored.
There’s something so sexy about the way a man touches himself.It’s always been a secret obsession I’ve had, and my internet browsing history is proof.
I want to have sex with him.What woman in her right mind wouldn’t?But we’ve already muddied the waters so quickly, I’m not ready for the next step.I know Vinnie’s type.Notorious playboy who jumps from woman to woman like it’s an Olympic sport.Sure, he wants me, but he’s all about the chase.
The moment I give in and surrender myself to him completely, he’ll hop to the next because he’ll have taken what he wanted.
I move my head away from his fingers and scoot forward as he continues to stroke his cock with his other hand.Even with him saying all the right things, I know having sex with him at this moment would be all kinds of bad for my head.I line my mouth up with his cock and peer up at him with a small grin.I stick out my tongue, swiping it across the soft head of his dick.
He rocks backward as he sucks in a harsh breath.“You don’t play fair.”
I reach behind him, placing my hand on his ass, which is rock-hard and fucking spectacular.“I need to taste you.”I smirk, knowing I have him right where I want him.
He doesn’t argue.What man would?I pull him toward me, opening my mouth and closing my lips around the head of his cock.He moans as his hand falls away from his shaft, and he thrusts forward, giving me exactly what I want.
His body shakes with pleasure as I take him deeper, sliding his hard, velvety length against my tongue until my gag reflex starts to kick in.Although I want my orgasm almost as much as I need air in my lungs, I have to control the depth of his cock and give him an orgasm that’s going to rock his world.
“Oh God.Just like that,” he says as I wrap my hand around his slick shaft.He tangles his fingers in my hair, tightening his hold as I grip him roughly and suck him off like a pro.
There’s something so powerful about giving head.Holding a man in my hands and loving him with my mouth until he’s spiraling to orgasm so quickly, his knees practically give out.
I work his length, twisting my hand and creating a perfect connection with my lips.I go all out, giving him everything I’ve got until my eyes water and my jaw aches.I look up as he stiffens and his eyes close, lips parted and looking hotter than ever.When his body starts to shake uncontrollably, I know I have him.
I use my hand more, leaving my tongue on the top of the head and working the sensitive spot underneath.The last thing I want to do is have him squirt down my throat, making me gag and heave because, let’s face it…come isn’t the tasty life-force I claim it is in my romance novels.
Vinnie doesn’t seem to notice as his body rocks backward and forward, fucking my wet hand and my soft lips.He calls out my name as I pull my mouth away, watching his body ride the waves of orgasm.I slow my pace, drawing every aftershock out of him before finally releasing my hold on him.
He opens his eyes and peers down at me.He sees his come dripping from my hand and not neatly deposited in my mouth like a porn star who deep-throats for a living.“That was…”
He doesn’t finish the statement.He doesn’t have to for me to know I rocked his world.The way his body moved and he gasped for air, I know the orgasm tore through him like a hurricane.
There’s a knock on the door, and I jump to my feet like the Karate Kid.I take in a very naked Vinnie with his cock that still looks ready for action, which should be impossible.
“Put your pants on,” I tell him as I grab the napkins off the coffee table and wipe my hands.
There’s a second knock.“Bianca, come on.Open up.I know you’re home,” Luis says, always having the worst timing.
I don’t have to look in the mirror to know I look like a deer in headlights.“Fuck,” I hiss and push Vinnie toward the bedroom as soon as he scoops his pants off the floor.“He can’t see you here.”
Vinnie looks at me over his shoulder, laughing because I’m panicked and almost insane.“Why?”
“He’ll kill you.”I push harder against his back, but he’s like moving a brick wall.
“You overreact, baby.”
“Bianca,” Luis says louder.“I can see the lights on in your place.”That goddamn little slit under the door will be the death of me—or Vinnie, if Luis finds him here.
“Coming!”I yell.
