“What are you thinking about, Vinnie?” Lana asks, pushing her glasses up on her nose. “You look like you’re planning something evil.”
“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” I tell her, grabbing a chip from the center of the table when I see Arrow heading toward the barbecue. I follow him and offer my assistance, which he declines. He takes his own cool time cleaning it, then firing it up. I shift on my feet, my gaze going back to Shay. The top she’s wearing makes her tits look good. I really want those in my mouth and hands right now.
“A little impatient today, huh?” Arrow asks, smirking at me knowingly. I drag my gaze away from her and onto Arrow, which instantly kills any sexual thoughts.
“Just a little. It’s like everyone is going in fuckin’ slow motion,” I grumble, running my hand over my head.
“Go disappear for a bit,” he says, eyes dancing with amusement. “Food won’t be ready for another hour, my guess.”
That sounding like a perfect idea, I tap Arrow on the back, and then head for Shay, one thing on my mind. I offer her my hand, and she gives me a look of confusion but takes it, letting me pull her out of her chair and lead her inside.
“Where are we going?” she asks, her steps quick as I practically drag her to my bedroom. I lock the door behind her and pull off my T-shirt. I must have a predatory look in my eye, because she takes a step back, biting her lower lip, her eyes roaming down my chest. She likes my body, I know it, and I’m not ashamed to use it to get what I want.
“We can’t just—”
“We can,” I cut her off, crooking my finger. “Come here.”
She steps toward me, resting her hands on my bare chest.
“I want you, now.”
“I want you too.” She breathes, pressing her lips to my skin.
That is all the permission I need.
I grip her face in my hands and kiss her deeply, lifting up her face. I show her how much I want her with my mouth, the kiss hungry and almost desperate. I walk her backward with our lips still pressed together, until we reach the bed. Then I start to lift off her top, pulling back from her only to get it over her head. Her bra goes next, and I lay her back on the bed, kissing her as my hands cup her breasts, flicking my thumbs over her nipples.
She arches her back a little, and I reach down to undo the button of her jeans, then lower the zipper. She slides them off herself, making me grin when she struggles to get them over her knees. I get off the bed and pull them down, throwing them on the floor, then removing the bright red panties she is wearing. I admire her for a second, her hair spread all over the bed, her dark eyes pinned on me. Bedroom eyes she has, devil eyes. Eyes that I want to look into as she sucks my dick, on her knees, while I hold her hair away from her face.
But now, it’s me who gets on my knees, spreading her thighs and bringing her pussy to the end of the bed, spread before me like a feast. I look up at her as my mouth descends, her eyes still on me, her perfect lips open slightly. I lick her once, twice, before sucking on her clit, just the way I know she likes it. I ease up a little, not wanting her to come straightaway, no, I want her to enjoy this.
Just like I’m going to.
NINETEEN
Shayla
HE’S going to kill me, I think to myself.
After making me come with his mouth, not once but twice, he lays back on the bed. I help him remove all his clothes—his hard, thick cock beckoning me. I straddle his body, taking his cock in my hand and placing it at my entrance, before sliding down slowly, letting myself get used to the size of him. He feels so good, I never want this to end.
His dark, heavy-lidded eyes stay on mine, instead of looking down to where we’re now connected, making the experience more personal. When he’s all in, I place my hands on his chest, lean forward, and kiss him at the same time I start to ride him. He makes that growling sound I love so much, and grabs my hips, wanting me to go faster. I ride him faster, harder, while he sucks and plays with my nipples, turning me on even more, making me feel wild with need. He rolls me over onto my back, still inside me, thrusting into me in a perfect rhythm that has me clawing at his back and moaning into his mouth.
“Vinnie,” I whisper when I can feel myself on the verge of coming again. I don’t think I’ve ever come this much at one time before. He kisses my jawline, then nibbles on my earlobe, “Come for me again, Shay. I want to feel it around my cock.”
He reaches between us and plays with my clit, which of course makes me do just as he wants, coming with him inside me.
“Oh my god,” I chant as the orgasm carries on, my thighs trembling and my eyes slamming closed as the pleasure almost becomes too much. I practically sag back into the bed when it’s over, now knowing why they call it the little death. Vinnie curses under his breath, his rhythm changing. “Going to come,” he grits out. “Fuck, Shay.” He finishes inside me, then kisses my lips before pulling out and lying next to me. Straightaway he spreads his arm out, silently inviting me to come closer. I lay my head on his shoulder and wrap my arm around him.
There’s only one word running through my head right now.
Wow.
Just, wow.
Not that I’ve been with too many men, but I’ve been with a few, and nothing I’ve experienced before compares to this. It’s like he knew what I needed before I did, like he actually paid attention to the telltale signals a woman’s body gives. I’m actually kind of speechless, but I think the huge smile on my satisfied face speaks for itself.