Finally Us (Next Generation #5) - J.M. Walker Page 0,2
left him. The hold he had on me made me feel as if I was owned by him. He brushed a finger of his free hand along my mouth before dipping it between my lips.
The tiny hairs on my skin vibrated. Desire unfurled deep in the pit of my belly. Taking a chance, I licked along his finger, sucking it deeper into my mouth.
A soft groan left him. Much to my surprise, he started thrusting his finger back and forth along my tongue.
My body wept with need for him, my desire for him leaking between my thighs.
While Vince slid his finger along my tongue, his other hand brushed higher up my inner thigh.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I imagined what it would be like to have him inside of me. To feel him moving along the ridges of my body. To push me over the edge and fall right along with me until both of us were writhing and panting for more.
“Vince,” I breathed around his finger.
He released me, taking a step back.
I panted, trying to catch my breath.
His dark eyes stared into mine. He was challenging me, daring me to shove him away and go home.
Instead, I slipped into the back seat of the car and waited for him to join me. I no longer cared that he was going off to school. I would give him something to remember me by.
Vince leaned an arm against the hood of the car. “Tell me.”
I crooked a finger. “I think you should come here, and I’ll show you instead.”
A wicked grin spread on his face. “And if I don’t?”
I scoffed. “You started this first, remember? I was just going to go home but then you joined me out here and started touching me.”
“You complaining, Queenie?”
“Never.”
“I came out here because I thought something was wrong.” He paused, waiting for me to tell him what my issue had been, but I refused.
Truth was, I was upset that he was leaving but it was too soon for that confession. Instead, I moved to all fours and crawled toward him. Reaching out, I placed a hand on his chest and let it trail down to his waist. The large bulge behind his black dress pants jumped beneath my touch.
“What do you want?”
“The same thing as you.” I unbuckled his belt, pushing down the fly to his pants. I brushed a finger along the edge of him, reveling in the way it swelled.
I was half-expecting him to stop me. We were out in the open after all. But this was thrilling. This newfound awareness tingled through every inch of me. I wanted to explore all of those kinky desires I was accused of not having. I had been called a prude for years. But it wasn’t true. I just had no one to explore these desires with.
“What are you doing, Gigi?” Vince asked, not because he wanted me to stop but because he wanted me to keep going. He was giving me all the permission I needed to show him what exactly it was I wanted, and more.
I pushed a hand beneath his shirt, my palm coming into contact with his hot skin. His abs jumped beneath my touch. My mouth watered, my tongue tingling with anticipation over what it would be like to taste him.
Vince cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. Without waiting for me to do whatever it was that I was going to do, he pushed me back and joined me in the back seat. He shut the door behind him before turning toward me.
We sat there, staring at each other. Neither of us took it to the next step, whatever that step may be.
Getting a sense of bravery, I licked my lips. “I think you should make good on your threat.”
“This my birthday present, Gigi?” he asked, his gaze dropping to my mouth.
I grinned, crawled onto his lap, and straddled his waist. “Is that what you want?”
His hands slid up my thighs to my hips. “More than you will ever fucking know.”
“Good.” Crushing my mouth to his, I took his breath deep into my lungs and made it my own.
Vince groaned, digging his fingers into my hips. With a firm grip on my waist, he moved me back and forth over his lap.
My lips tingled at the bruising kiss. I couldn’t believe this was happening. The fact he had just turned eighteen no longer hung between us as he completely devoured my mouth.