Finally Us (Next Generation #5) - J.M. Walker Page 0,17
pillow at him, but I couldn’t hold back the smile.
Forcing myself to sit up, I took a deep breath, thankful that my stomach wasn’t rolling, and that I was dressed. Even though it was just a tank top and shorts, it was better than being naked. I thought back to the night before, not remembering changing at all. A thought came to me. Maybe Vince changed me himself. A simmer of regret rushed through me that I didn’t remember him helping me into sleepwear.
Sliding off the bed, I bit back a sigh and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and made myself look somewhat presentable before joining Vince back on my bed.
“Feel better?” he asked, moving closer and leaning against the headboard.
“I do. Thank you.”
His gaze burned into me. “Do you remember anything from last night?”
I thought a moment. “Not much.”
“You don’t remember anything at all?” he asked me, brushing a finger down my arm.
I shivered at the soft touch. “No. Should I?”
His dark eyes met mine. “Do you remember how you begged me to fuck you?”
“What?” My eyes widened. “No, I didn’t do that.”
“You did. It was hot as hell, Queenie.” He leaned forward, placing a soft peck on my shoulder. “We came in here. I was going to put you to bed, but you started stripping. I went to leave to give you some privacy and you stopped me. You pushed me toward your bed.” His mouth brushed back and forth over my shoulder while he linked his fingers between mine. With his eyes locked on mine, he continued. “You got on the bed, spread your legs and said some of the nastiest things to me. You told me to call you a filthy slut and to fuck you like one.”
My cheeks burned. “I didn’t.”
He chuckled, the sound deep. Dark. Delicious. “Oh, but you did. You started touching yourself.” He brought my hand up to his mouth. “These fingers were all over and inside your pussy.”
“Vince.” I watched as he stuck my index and middle fingers between his lips.
“I can still taste you.” His gaze locked with mine. “Ask me what else happened.”
“What else happened?” I whispered.
He grinned. “You told me that if I wasn’t going to fuck you, I was going to at least watch you make yourself come.”
“Vince, I need you.” My hips undulated as I fingered myself. My body was soaked. The hairs on my skin tingled. But he still wouldn’t touch me. Was I that drunk? I didn’t know. I couldn’t be sure but having him watch me fall apart by my own touch, was hot as hell.
The memory slammed into me. I couldn’t believe I did that in front of him but at the same time, I could.
His grin widened. “You remember.”
I nodded, chewing my bottom lip.
“Do you remember how hard you came for me?” He brought my hand to my lap, inching it up my inner thigh. “Do you remember how soaked you were? I could smell you and I wasn’t even touching you.”
“I remember it all,” I whispered, cupping his face with my free hand. Brushing my thumb along his bottom lip, I let him push my other hand higher up my thigh until we reached that spot that had only ever been his. Spreading my legs, I turned toward him. Hooking my fingers into the crotch of my panties, I kept my eyes locked on his as he slid his middle finger into me.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he murmured, pushing his finger even deeper inside me.
My core clenched down around him.
He kissed my cheek, trailing his mouth to my ear. “You want me.”
“Yes.” I trailed my hand down the center of his chest until I reached the bulge in his jeans.
“Good.” He slipped a second finger inside of me. “I’m going to make it so the only thing you can think about is fucking me. I’ll get you so damn fired up that the only thing you can focus on is having my fat cock back inside this tight little body.”
I sighed, my eyes fluttering closed. “Sounds delicious.”
His laugh deepened. “I thought so.”
“Think you can last that long?” I asked, nodding toward the large lump in his jeans.
He smirked, sliding a third finger into me in a rough move.
I jumped, his fingers stretching me.
“I’ve waited three years for you, Gigi. What’s a little longer?” He brushed his mouth along the shell of my ear. “I want you to come for me.”