Finally Us (Next Generation #5) - J.M. Walker Page 0,3

skin no doubt bruising beneath his rough touch. The burn inside of me ignited into a raging inferno.

Vince was finally touching me. Holding me. Kissing me.

He released my mouth and trailed his lips along my jaw. “You taste like cinnamon,” he murmured against my throat. “You do a shot?”

A husky laugh left me. “No, it was gum.”

He smirked. “I like it.”

My smile grew.

Although, a shot would have given me courage to go through with this, it wasn’t like this was planned. I was doing this on a whim and thankfully, Vince wasn’t turning me down. I was a virgin, but I feared telling him that. I wasn’t sure why. I didn’t know if he was one as well but at this point, I didn’t care.

“Tell me what you’re doing.”

I lifted my head, running my fingers along his square jaw. “I’m going to give you a going away present. This is just sex since you’re going off to school.”

“This is some going away present.” He grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it up and over my head. My dark curls fell down around my shoulders. He took in the curves of my body, his eyes shining intently into mine and then drifting down, appreciating that I had gained a little weight in the chest since ending my ballet career. He licked his bottom lip, taking in every inch of my figure that I tried hard to maintain even though I wasn’t dancing as much as I used to.

His eyes moved back up to my chest that was covered by a lacy white bra. “So pure.” He fisted the necklace wrapped around my neck. His thumb and forefinger brushed over the tiny pink ballet slippers pendant.

“I didn’t want you to forget me,” I whispered, watching his strong fingers move along the pendant.

“Never, Queenie.” His dark eyes popped to mine. “I will never forget you.” He tugged the chain, pulling me forward until our lips met in the middle once again.

He breathed me in, taking everything I was made of and kept it for himself. He took, he gave, he completely consumed me. For someone so young, he was in complete control.

Maybe he was more experienced than I thought. Not that I wanted to think about who he had experienced anything with.

“Gigi,” he murmured against my mouth. “Kiss me, baby. Stop thinking. It’s just us here.”

“Too bad,” I blurted. I coughed, realizing my mistake.

He broke the kiss, staring at me. “You want an audience?”

My cheeks burned. “I want you. That’s it.” For now, went unsaid. Truth was, I had no idea what my sexual desires were but the possibility of getting caught, was exciting. No. Getting caught and still going, was even better.

“Alright, Gigi.” He kissed my jaw, tightening his hold on the necklace. “We’ll talk about that later.”

Good, because I didn’t want to tell him that I wanted to get caught by strangers, friends, or family. I didn’t care. I didn’t want to tell him that voyeurism excited me, in case it scared him away. So instead, I reached around to my back, unclipped my bra, and tossed it to the seat beside us.

Vince’s gaze roamed down the length of me. His eyes burned into me, heating my skin on fire the longer he stared. But instead of commenting like I thought he would, he tugged the chain, pulling me closer and slammed his mouth down hard on mine.

Reaching into his pants, I wrapped a shaky hand around his thick shaft. A whimper left me; my fingers unable to close around him. My body trembled, knowing he would hurt but feel good at the same time.

He cupped the back of my head, fisting my hair and holding me in place as he devoured every inch of my mouth.

Pulling him free from his pants, I rose to my knees and brushed my center over him.

He shivered, sliding his hand down my spine.

Keeping my mouth locked with his, I hooked a finger in the crotch of my panties and pulled the fabric to the side.

“Fuck,” he growled against my lips. “Give it to me, baby.”

“Condom,” I whispered.

“No.” He nipped my bottom lip. “I want to feel you.”

I shivered. “Oh thank God.” I circled against him, the tip of him pushing against my opening. The more I moved, the deeper he went. He stretched me. Owned me. Completely controlled every inch of me. I couldn’t breathe the deeper he went.

Trying to pull away, I needed to catch my breath but his hold on