Vinnie holds my hand as he stalks through the ballroom like a man possessed. I don’t say anything as we walk, still processing everything he just said to me. My mind and body are too consumed by lust to think about much else. My six-month sex hiatus is blowing up in my face.
“In here.” He pulls me inside the empty coat room before I can object.
What is it about this guy that has me acting so unlike myself? I’ve never had any problem resisting men. Then Vinnie Gallo happened. Six-plus feet of solid muscle, green eyes, and tanned skin and I’m ready to jump into bed with him with barely a moment’s hesitation.
He locks the door and stalks toward me with hunger in his eyes. “I can’t wait any longer.”
I stand here like I’m helpless, playing with the hem of my dress. “This isn’t a good idea,” I whisper and try to swallow down the need that’s building inside me. “We shouldn’t.”
He wraps his fingers around my chin. “Tell me you don’t want me, and we’ll stop.” His green eyes bore into me, challenging me to lie.
God, I want him. I want him so fucking bad, my entire body is vibrating with need. I stare at him, unable to form words as my heart hammers in my chest like I’m running a marathon. Before I can say anything, his lips crash down on mine, sealing away any doubt I have left.
I place my fingers against his abdomen, feeling his muscles ripple and flex underneath his shirt. The kiss deepens, and for a moment, I can’t breathe. He’s literally rendered me breathless. Like something out of an old movie or one of my romance novels.
My knees weaken, but Vinnie wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer and keeping me upright.
I slide my hands around to his back, finding the deep ridges near his spine, and anchor myself to him. He grunts, and my pussy contracts from the sound and the way his tongue sweeps along mine. Like it needs to remind me of how immensely empty and lonely my mouth has been.
He digs his teeth into my bottom lip and tugs as he grips my ass, grinding against me. I moan, loving the way he feels against my body and how infinitely small I feel in his hands.
“Hands or mouth?” he asks against my lips.
I open my eyes, finding him staring at me with those blazing green eyes, just as breathless as I am. “Both,” I whisper, wanting everything he’s willing to give.
He instantly drops to his knees with his hands sliding up my legs, pushing my dress up around my waist. I glance down, unable to take my eyes off him. A satisfied grin spreads across his face when I’m fully exposed.
“No panties, baby? You wanted my mouth on your beautiful pussy, didn’t you?”
I bite my lip, trying to pull off the innocent look, but God…I wanted this more than anything. He’s so close, I can feel his warm breath caressing my bare skin.
His tongue darts out, sweeping across his irresistibly full lips as he lifts my leg over his shoulder. I hold my breath, leaning back against the wall for support and praying I can stay upright. Besides grinding against his cock separated by two pairs of sweat pants, my body hasn’t been touched by another person in so long, I know it’s not going to take much to get me off.
“She wants me,” he says as he brings his face closer to me like he’s talking to my pussy. His gaze flicks up, and my breath hitches as the overhead light shines on his face, making his green eyes almost glow.
As his lips press against my skin, my body rocks backward and I move my hips toward him, begging for more. I feel my eyes roll back. I can’t keep them open. The pleasure is too much and yet not enough.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs against my skin before his tongue sweeps across my clit.
Every fiber in my body comes alive as my body jolts. I forget everything else except this moment, his lips and tongue, and the orgasm I so badly crave. My fingers tangle in the hair on top of his head, holding him there, making sure he doesn’t stop.
I rock into his face as he seals his lips around me. He grips my thigh as I try to balance on one leg when all I really want to do is climb on top of his shoulders and ride his face to ecstasy.
He strokes his fingers between my legs, front to back, sending an entirely new, magical sensation through my body.
“So wet,” he says again like I don’t know I’m practically dripping with need.
“Shh,” I whisper in the darkened room, wanting his mouth busy with my body and not with words. “Don’t talk.”
“My baby’s bossy.”
I don’t need to look down to know there’s a smile on his face. I can feel his lips curve up against my sensitive skin. I don’t correct him that I’m not his baby. I’ll be whatever he wants me to be as long as he doesn’t stop again.
A single finger rubs against my opening, circling the sensitive skin so slowly, I almost start to beg to be filled. Inch by inch, he pushes the tip inside me, torturing me. I moan as he pulls his finger back out a bit, crooking it inside and rubbing against my G-spot. I want more. I need more.
As if he can read my mind, he adds a second finger, filling me so completely, my pussy contracts at the pleasure of being stuffed again.
His mouth works in perfect rhythm with his hand, sucking, flicking, fucking my pussy and clit in just the right way. I can’t stop the orgasm from coming, when all I want to do is extend the pleasure and bask in the ecstasy only his body can deliver.
“Yes! Yes!” I ride his face and fingers like I’m a cowboy at the rodeo. “Just like that,” I cry out as my toes curl uncontrollably. “I’m coming. Oh God, I’m coming.”
Vinnie doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down. He picks up the pace, thrusting his fingers deeper and harder inside my pussy than he was before. Colors flash in the darkness as my body stiffens and a wave of pleasure crashes over me, sucking all the air from my lungs. Thankfully, his face is buried because the look on my face is anything but pretty as my mouth hangs open, and I gasp for air that won’t come.
My entire body convulses, my pussy contracting over and over again, milking his fingers and prolonging the orgasm. Just when I think the orgasm is nearing the end, Vinnie curls those luscious fingers inside me again, rubbing my G-spot relentlessly until another tsunami of pleasure bursts free.
I grip his hair tightly, keeping me upright as I gasp for air and try to fill my lungs again. My body twitches. The aftershocks of an orgasm I haven’t felt in…well, forever because no one gives oral like Vinnie, vibrate through my system.
“Fuck,” he says against my skin, fingers still deep inside.
I stand there, one foot on the floor, the other flung over his shoulder, unable to breathe and not speaking. Who can talk after something like that?
Sure as fuck not me.
Opening one eye, I glance down at his beautiful face, his lips glistening with my orgasm.
“You’re so hot, baby. You needed that.”
I don’t argue because, hello…orgasm brain. He could say just about anything, and I’d agree with him. I am too busy riding out the aftereffects to care about anything or to even form a sentence.
He places two fingers on his tongue, sucking them between his lips. He moans as he licks my juices off his skin, closing his eyes as if he’s savoring every drop.
“So sweet.” He smiles. “So fucking sweet.”
I’m dumbfounded and mute as he places my foot back on the floor and grips my sides, sliding his hands up my body as he stands. I just stand there and blink, staring at this beautiful man who gave me a world-rocking orgasm.
“You okay?” he asks as his eyes darken.
I nod.
“You sure?”
I nod again and start to kneel when he wraps his hands around my arms and hauls me upward. “No, baby. Not here.”
I blink a few times and stare because I was going to return the favor. It’s only fair.
“I needed you to relax, and now you’re perfect.”
My lips part like I’m going to say something, but again, nothing comes. He backs up, looking at my face before he trails his eyes down my body.
“You look so beautiful right now,” he says as he straightens the bottom of my dress, but he keeps his eyes locked on me. “Pink cheeks with a sheen of sweat I put on your skin.”
I’m pretty sure my pink cheeks just turned the brightest shade of red. The hunger in his eyes is still there from earlier, burning brighter than before he gave me the amazing orgasm.
“We’d better go back to the party,” I say, finally finding my words. “I’m sure people are looking for us.”
My mind is a mess of emotions. Sex does that. What started out as an exchange of personal favors has turned into two orgasms, awakening feelings inside me I thought I had long since buried.
Maybe it’s the way he looks at me. Maybe it’s the way his body gives mine pleasure. Whatever it is, Vinnie has me practically wrapped around his finger.
As we exit the coat room, I look around, seeing if anyone spots us. No one’s looking, of course. They’re too busy talking and celebrating my parents’ anniversary to even notice we snuck away.
Vinnie wraps an arm around my waist, resting his hand on my hip as he ushers me through the ballroom. “Smile,” he tells me, but I hadn’t realized I wasn’t.
I do as he says. As we approach my abuela’s table, her face lights up like she knows the secret we’re keeping.
“Sit,” she commands, motioning toward the two empty chairs next to her. The wrinkles around her eyes deepen. “Make an old woman happy.”
Vinnie pulls out the chair closest to Abuela, and I sit down. His hands are on my shoulders as he leans forward and whispers, “I’ll get us some drinks while you get yourself together.”
I nod as I stare straight ahead, like I’m in some post-orgasmic trance. He’s not even a few feet away when my abuela takes my hand in hers, giving it a little squeeze.
“It’s scary at first when it happens, sweetheart. Don’t let your head get in the way of what’s meant to be.”
“When what happens?”
She laughs softly. “When you start to fall.”
“I’m not,” I begin to argue, but she shushes me.
“I see the way that man looks at you and how you stare at him. I may be old and my eyes may be failing me, but some things, even the blindest person can see.” She pats my hand. “Don’t let fear stop you from happiness. Broken hearts just propel us down our destined path until our souls find where they’re meant to be.”