Page 35 of Vince
Is it possible to come from just a look alone?
Knowing my roommates are gone for the evening, I make a hasty decision for us by ripping my shirt off as well, so I can feel his skin on mine.
I feel each—and every—inch of Vince’s perusal as the heat from his eyes burn into my skin. My nipples stand erect and practically pop out of my satin bra. I swear, if he keeps looking at me like that, there will be a wet spot on his jeans as my leggings are nothing in the form of a barrier to protect my arousal between us. Fuck… he shifts his legs and hits my clit in the perfect spot. That feels so good.
Reaching to his neck, I pull him closer so I can kiss that sexy grin right off his face. Vince doesn’t disappoint. His expert hand unclasps my bra from the front, and my boobs spring free from their confinement as he trails kisses along my neck. I squirm in anticipation against his leg, and the pressure builds more and more.
God, I need him now.
He cups one breast, while running his thumb back and forth around my hard as steel nipple as he lowers his head to run his tongue along the other side. I feel the cool wood against my back as I slide back onto the tabletop, causing my clit to press firmly against his leg between my thighs.
“Holy fucking shit…” I pant when he pinches one nipple and sucks hard on the other. My hips buck and are met with the continued pressure from his leg.
“You like that?” he asks around the nipple he’s lavishly sucking, as if he didn’t already know I’m on the edge of no return.
“Yes, Vince… right there,” I encourage as I buck against him again shamelessly.
Sensing I need the pressure, his thigh rubs my clit in the best way possible. Reaching out, I run my fingers through his hair and encourage his efforts.
His tongue runs around the point of my peak, then his teeth take a quick nip, just as he pinches the other.
Stars.
All I see are stars as my orgasm rips through me like never before. To keep the glorious pressure, I grind down on his thigh like I’m chasing the best orgasm of my life. Because let’s face it—it is.
I’ve never come from nipple play like this. As he licks, sucks, and pinches my nipples through each and every quake and quiver, I’m left writhing on my kitchen table and clenching onto his thigh like my life depends on it.
When my breath calms, I open my eyes to see the sexiest man grinning down at me. “You okay?” he asks with equal parts of amusement and concern written clearly across his face.
“Vince…” I draw out, trying to find words. I need words to express what I’m feeling. “I’m more than okay. If I were any better, I’d melt into a puddle of goo.”
“Okay then,” he teases as he leans in with a satisfied smile to kiss me once more. When he pulls back, he asks, “Do you think you can stand, or did I break you?”
Rolling my eyes, I peel myself from the table and force myself to a standing position. “I think I can manage.”
“Good because, unfortunately, you have to go to work, and I need to leave so you can get there on time.”
Wondering how he can stand there so calmly, I glance down to see if I’m the only one who’s had this reaction.
Nope—there it is, clear as day. I swear just as I make eye contact with his impressive erection, it jumps to get my attention.
“Uh, Sydney?” Vince’s voice is almost a plea. “You’re not helping matters…” he draws out as he purposely adjusts himself.
“I can help you with that,” I tease, licking my lips in appreciation.
“Not helping, Syd,” he chastises, but I can see amusement and desire in his eyes as well. “You have to be at work in thirty minutes. We can take care of this another time.”
“If you insist,” I singsong as I press my entire body against him to kiss him once more. Holy hell. The man is packing. I can’t wait to see him up close and in person.
“You’re the devil.” He grins. “But seriously. Just give me a minute, and it will go away.”
“Maybe I don’t want it to?” I tease.
Shaking his head, he pulls away. “The devil… I tell you,” he mutters. But in a firmer voice, he demands, “Go get ready for work. As soon as I get decent enough to walk down the street without being cited for public indecency, I will be on my way. But this raging boner won’t be going away on its own if you’re all naked and on top of me.”
“I’m just sayin’,” I playfully suggest.
“Go… or you’ll never be getting to work tonight. I’m trying to do the right thing here, Syd. Don’t make it any moredifficultthan it is.”
“Okay, Mr. Responsible. I’m going. But don’t blame me for yourhardpredicament. I’m more than willing to do something about it.”
“Go!” He points in the direction of my room as he rolls his eyes. As I turn to gather my shirt and readjust the clasp on my bra, I swear I hear him mutter, “She’s gonna be the death of me.”
I can’t hide the smile on my face as I walk away and regretfully do what he asks.
