“Like this?” He grips the back of my neck with just enough pressure to send tingles down my spine.
I felt tiny standing next to Vinnie, but with him on top of me, holding me in his arms, I feel even smaller and even more turned on.
“Just like that.” My voice cracks a little, which has Vinnie smirking. “Now, can you move?”
“Move?” He raises an eyebrow with a smirk.
He’s playing dumb, but he knows exactly where I’m going with this. He just wants to hear me say the words.
“Yeah, like could you fuck me in this position?”
“Baby.” His smirk turns into a wide smile. “I could fuck you in any position.”
My mouth is suddenly dry, and no amount of swallowing helps. I need to remember we’re working and he’s helping me with a problem. We’re not actually going to do it. “Can you be serious for a minute? This is important.”
“Can you let yourself be free and spontaneous for a hot second?”
I used to be more spontaneous, but the older I get and the more pressure that comes along with my work, I find it hard to let myself be so frivolous. Especially as a deadline approaches, my entire life becomes about work and word count. It’s something most men can’t deal with. No one likes to play second fiddle to my computer.
“Do you want to help me with the book or not?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
I slide my arms around his shoulders and bury my fingers in the back of his brown hair. “Try to move.”
He stares down at me, still holding his crotch far away from me. “I’m going to be real honest here, Bianca. I’m super turned on, and I don’t want you to slap me in the face if my cock touches you.”
“I promise not to slap you. It’s just a cock.”
“It’s not just a cock. It’s my cock, which is currently hard, and I’m worried if I touch you with it, you might not actually get any work done tonight.”
“We’ll be fine,” I tell him, but I’m not entirely convinced. After six months, my body’s craving to be filled, and with the way Vinnie’s looking at me, I can feel my willpower slipping. “We’re adults and professionals, right? It’s not like you have a magical cock.”
“I’m always a professional.” He’s hovering above me, looking sexy as hell with the way he’s staring down at me. “And it is indeed magical as fuck.”
This may be my dumbest idea yet, but I needed his help because this worked in my head, but my editor disagreed.
He lowers his body on top of mine, settling between my legs. “Is this okay?” he asks.
I finally feel what he’s packing, and my pussy contracts, loving the hardness of his cock pressing against me. “It’s perfect.”
“Uncomfortable?” he asks.
“No,” I say, but my voice changes when I speak those words. A need I haven’t felt in so long overtakes me. “Give me a few thrusts.”
He grips my ass harder, and he tightens his fingers around the back of my neck as he adjusts his body, sliding his cock against my sweat pants.
I bite my bottom lip, stopping myself from crying out in pleasure. It’s like being back in high school, where the slightest touch puts my entire body into overdrive. I need to get a grip and quick.
I wrap my legs around his body, resting my feet slightly above his ass just like the heroine in my book. He moves his hips backward, his hardness leaving me for a moment before he thrusts forward, hitting my clit in exactly the right way. This time, I can’t help but let out a little noise. A sexy smile spreads across his face. Any hope I had that he didn’t hear the sound goes right out the window. I’m momentarily mortified and horny as hell too.
“This doesn’t work for me,” he says. “The position is too clunky, and I can’t move the way I’d want to if we were having sex.”
I want to argue, telling him the position very much works for me, but I don’t.
“Why not?” I ask.
“I can’t get the right amount of thrust from my legs alone, and my arms aren’t useful in this position.”
The right amount of thrust? It felt pretty damn good to me. Maybe I’ve been sexless for far too long and forgot what a good fucking entailed.
He moves his body backward, taking me with him, still holding my ass and my neck in his hands. We’re suddenly upright, face-to-face, my core against his cock as I sit in his lap.
“This would be better.”
I nod, unable to speak. His mouth is so close to mine, his warm breath moving across my face, almost caressing my skin.
“Yes, this is much better,” he murmurs. He digs his fingers into my ass, pulling me closer, leaving no space between our bodies.
My heart races uncontrollably as my skin buzzes from the contact. “Why is it better?” I whisper, memorizing the way his body feels under me.
The thickness of his cock.
The smell of his skin.
The way his hands touch me.
Later, when he finally leaves, I’ll be using every memory to take care of my “situation.”
“In this position, I can kiss you,” he says, staring into my eyes. “You can ride my cock, but I’d control the speed with my hand and can thrust upward for a little more impact.” He squeezes my ass and presses his cock into me a little harder.
I suck in a breath, trying not to be affected by the way he’s touching me and the hungry look in his eyes, but Jesus Christ…I want him.
He slides his fingers up my neck, tangling them in my hair with just the right amount of delicious bite. “This is the position I’d use. I could look at your beautiful face, kiss you hard, fuck you deep, and control your every movement for my pleasure.”
“You’d control me?” I squeak out because his cock is making it damn near impossible for me to think, let alone speak like a normal human being.
He moves his lips closer, and all the air I had in my lungs vanishes. “Want me to show you? With our clothes on, of course.”
I nod, but I know this is dangerous territory. Everything that’s happened in the last few minutes has me hanging off the edge of my self-induced celibacy.
“I’m going to kiss you. We need this to be authentic.”
I don’t say no. Who would? Not a girl who hasn’t been touched in months. Not a woman who’s spent days upon days writing spicy sex scenes and the last few hours daydreaming of her sexy neighbor. The very one who’s now under me, holding me in his arms.
The air in the room seems to vanish while I lose myself in his dreamy eyes as he leans closer. My heart hammers in my chest, and my entire body is on fire, craving his lips more than anything.
He tilts my head and brings my face closer.
“Is this a good idea?” I whisper as I dip my eyes to his lush lips, almost begging for his mouth.
“I want nothing more than to kiss you, Bianca. I haven’t been able to think about much else.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand as he presses his lips to mine. I can’t hold back the moan that’s been sitting on the tip of my tongue since the moment I felt his body against mine.
His lips are just as velvety soft as I imagined—the exact opposite of the rest of his rock-hard body. I dig my nails into his scalp as I sweep my tongue across his lips, wanting more and needing to taste him.
“Baby,” he murmurs. “I want you so bad.”
“I want you too,” I whisper into his mouth before he deepens the kiss, stopping me from saying more.
I feel Vinnie all over. My neck. My ass. My pussy. Our tongues tangle together as he moves my middle against his cock, dry-humping me.
My mind is everywhere and nowhere all at once. I can’t think about anything but the way he’s touching me, kissing me, and fucking me through my sweat pants.
I rock into him, wanting more of his delicious hardness against my clit and needing to come more than anything in the world.
Our bodies are moving torturously slow as I ride him. His hand slides from my ass to my waist, controlling my movements and the speed. He kisses me harder than before as his cock presses against my clit so perfectly, I nearly come.
I gasp with the next pass of his swollen cock over my clit, so close to the edge, my toes start to curl. The orgasm builds inside me, threatening to explode.
Vinnie moans, rocking into me, matching my movements. I want to look into his eyes, see his face, but I don’t dare. I’m too lost in pleasure as the friction from his dick and my sweat pants drives me closer to the edge.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper against his lips, gasping for air and knowing this is the last chance I have to stop what’s about to happen.
“Let go, baby. Give in,” he tells me. “Come on my cock.”
The way he talks to me causes my insides to convulse and a massive orgasm to crash down on me so hard, I can’t breathe. He tightens his hand on my neck, pulling me down harder against his body as he fucks me through my pants.
My body quakes uncontrollably, almost bucking as the orgasm rips through my system at record speed. He grunts, gasping for air, following me into bliss.
I don’t know what happened. How in the hell did I come from dry-humping? My last few boyfriends couldn’t get me off even after trying and pulling out all the stops. I’d always have to reach into my nightstand and grab my vibrator to finish the job.
The kiss slows as the only sounds in the room are our ragged breathing and pounding hearts.
“Fuck,” he mutters, resting his forehead against mine. “That was…”
I want to say so many words.
Hot.
Awkward.
Embarrassing.
Unforgettable.
“Yeah,” I reply instead, still unable to open my eyes and look at the man I just dry-humped until I came.
I don’t know how long we sit like this. Me in his lap, my sweat pants soaked and my body trembling, before he finally speaks again.
He drops his hand from my neck to the middle of my back. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I whisper, trying to take deep breaths and calm my racing, post-orgasm heart.
“I was supposed to be helping you, and I think I just made everything more complicated.”
Complicated doesn’t even begin to describe everything I’m feeling in this moment. I don’t think any of my boyfriends have ever made me come, not even after giving it a valiant effort with their cocks, hands, or tongues. But then along comes Vinnie Gallo, football superstar, and he gets me off without even removing a piece of clothing.
“This has never happened to me,” he admits.
I finally open my eyes and look at him. “What?”
“I’ve never come like this. I usually have more stamina, but I couldn’t stop. The little noises you make made it impossible for me not to come. That was hot as fuck.”
“It was.”
“And when you came, the way you moaned as you rode my cock… Baby, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
My face heats. “Don’t talk,” I tell him and cover his mouth with my hand, still unable to look him in the eye.
Talking about coming in my sweat pants in front of a man I barely know is a little out of my comfort zone.
He pulls his face back a little, and my embarrassment grows. “Don’t be ashamed. It’s not like you came by yourself.”
“We weren’t supposed to…” I trail off, unsure what to call what just happened.
“Your position didn’t work. We had to explore all avenues and, honestly,” he says, running the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “I wouldn’t want anyone else in my place. I want to be your go-to book research guy.”
I push off him, slowly climbing to my feet and praying my legs don’t give out. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
His eyebrows pull down in the middle. “Why not?”
My eyes dip to the very wet spot on the front of his sweat pants, a mix of my orgasm and his. “This is dangerous.”
He smiles and slowly shakes his head. “This isn’t dangerous, Bianca.” He stands, closing the space between us and reaching out to run a finger down the side of my throat. “This is sexy. You have a book to finish, yeah?”
I nod and swallow, knowing he’s going to try to sell me on being my real-life sex doll. I also know there’s no way I can turn him down. Not after the way he kissed me and the head-spinning orgasm he delivered without even trying.
“Did this help you finish the scene?”
I nod again.
“Then we’ve accomplished something amazing. I can’t wait to read what you write.”
I stare at him, wide-eyed, imagining him reading the dirty words as he sits alone in his apartment. Will he touch himself and think of me?
I shake my head, trying to get rid of the image of him with his hard cock in his giant hands, stroking himself off as he reads. “I better get back to work,” I tell him, needing to put space between us because this is all kinds of wrong.
“I’ll let you get to it. Send me the chapter when you’re finished.” He stands up, and his cock is still clearly visible behind the wet spot.
“I can’t. I don’t share my work with anyone until I’ve finished the entire book.”
“Just this chapter. Please,” he begs.
My resistance slips because he’s looking at me with those hungry eyes and those lips so close, I could almost kiss him again. “Okay,” I say, like an idiot.
His lips touch mine for only a moment, soft and gentle, and then he’s gone.
I’m left standing in my living room, staring at the door, wondering what in the hell just happened.