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.
He sighs, interrupting my moment of awe, and says, “So that’s why my gut instinct was telling me to protect you.”
I laugh and slap his chest. “That’s the worst pillow talk I’ve ever heard in my life.”
But I’ll accept it, because it’s the best thing I have going for me right now.
There’s a bang on the door. “Vinnie! Be social, you asshole!” Faye yells. I hear Sin’s voice, telling her not to be a cock block.
“They have all night,” she says, snickering. “We should eat all the food. They can live on sex.”
I start giggling at that, shoving my face in his pillow.
Vinnie gets my attention by slapping my ass. “Amused, are we?”
“I can’t go out there now,” I groan, covering my face with my hands. “They’re all going to give us shit.”
“Better get used to it.” He smirks, then adds, “If any of the girls give you shit, don’t worry, we have ammunition against all of them.”
“You do; I don’t,” I say, yawning.
“Tired?”
“A little,” I admit, burrowing into him once again. “Not tired enough to not want to do that again later tonight though.”
His chest shakes as he laughs. “Oh, we’ll be doing that again.”
“Tonight.”
“Tonight,” he agrees, then rolls me onto my back and stretches my hands above my head, pinning them into the mattress with his weight. “So many things I want to do to you.”
“Like what?” I ask, my voice coming out sounding all dreamy.
“I want to fuck you from behind. I want you on your knees, sucking my dick. I want you to sit on my face again. I want to fuck you in the shower, against the wall, on the chair. Everywhere. I want to do everything.”
“Tonight?” I ask, eyes going wide. I don’t think I’d survive the night, but what a way to go.
His eyes smile, then he lowers his head for a kiss. “I like how you rode me. You’d be surprised how many women are shy to do it, too worried about what they look like from that angle.”