We’re both panting by the time we break apart. Vincent rests his forehead on mine, his solid chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.
“I need to get something from my penthouse upstairs,” he grunts through gritted teeth.
“Oh,” I respond, confused by the sudden change in subject. Was I imagining how freaking life-changing that kiss was? Maybe he could taste my inexperience and it turned him off.
“You’re coming with me.”
I quirk an eyebrow up at him and he rewards me with a devilish smirk. Damn, the man is sexy as hell on any given day, but when he shows me his playful side, he’s downright irresistible.
Without giving me a chance to answer, Vincent grabs my hand and storms out of his office, dragging me down the hall to the elevator banks. He presses the button a dozen times, making me giggle. Vincent peers at me, looking like a brute and a sexy beast all at once.
Before he can respond, the doors open and he hauls me inside. A restless, burning energy sparks the air around us as the elevator doors close, sealing us in. I sway closer to Vincent, my body moving on its own, needing more of this enigmatic man. My lungs fill with his masculine scent, and a shiver runs down my spine as I look up into those deep, dark eyes of his.
My shoulder brushes against his chest, reminding me of how much bigger Vincent is than me. I love it. I’ve been a bigger girl my whole life, but standing next to this muscled beast, staring up into his obsidian eyes as he towers over me… it’s enough to make me feel dainty and precious.
“What do you need upstairs?” I ask, unsure of how to handle the tension mounting in me.
A low, barely audible growl is unearthed from deep within Vincent’s being, the sound feral and possessive. “You.”
I gasp as the growl grows louder, and then he’s on me, his lips crashing down on mine as his arms wind around my body.
Vincent lifts me up into his arms with ease, pressing me against the wall of the elevator as his tongue slides against mine. My thighs automatically tighten around his hips and I rock against his hard as stone body, achy and already shamefully wet.
I don’t even realize we’ve moved until Vincent sets me down and leans me against the wall, right next to the private elevator we just exited. His arms cage me in, and he stares me down. Vincent’s breathing is ragged, like mine, and I can feel the little puffs of air as they leave his lips.
A guttural, rumbling sound escapes from deep within Vincent’s chest as his gaze slides down my body. I still can’t quite believe this sculpted god of a man finds me sexy, but my throbbing clit doesn’t care. I need relief, and right now, Vincent is willing to give it to me. I let out a breathy whimper, my already damp panties becoming soaked.
Finally, his eyes snap up to meet mine, a fierce, feral glow emanating from his nearly black irises. One hand slides down the wall from where he was caging me in, his fingers trailing down my neck. Vincent slowly wraps his hand around the front of my neck in a gentle, yet firm grasp.
I should be scared, right? The brutal beast of a man is panting and grunting as he glides his thumb up and down my throat, caressing my sensitive skin. He looks like he’s thinking of all the ways he can ruin me.
But instead of fear, I feel like I’m about to come. Vincent pulls me closer to him, our lips inches apart. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his breath out with a contained growl. When he opens his eyes, they are filled with a need that matches my own.
He squeezes my throat and closes the distance between us, crashing his mouth down on mine. Vincent pries my lips apart and pushes his tongue inside my mouth, licking and sucking on my tongue at a desperate, almost frantic pace.
I moan and press my thighs together to try and relieve some of the unbearable pressure building up between my legs. Vincent’s other hand drops from the wall and grips my ass. Hard. I gasp into his mouth and automatically roll my hips against his.
He groans, trailing the hand at my neck down my body, cupping my breast and pinching my nipple through my thin blouse and bra. I cry out, breaking our kiss as I tip my head back, exposing my throat to Vincent’s greedy mouth. He scrapes his teeth down my neck and sucks a super-sensitive spot below my ear.
“Fuck,” he mutters into my skin, trailing kisses lower and lower until he’s nipping at the tops of my breasts.
I glide my hands up his massive chest, liquid desire pooling deep in my core as his muscles flex beneath my fingers. He trembles slightly, as if my touch is his undoing. Vincent grips my thighs and lifts me up, pinning me to the wall with his massive, chiseled body.
His cock nestles in between my thighs, causing my legs to tighten around his waist. His hardness grinds into me, sliding, pounding, playing right against the aching knot of my clit. I dig my nails into his rock-hard biceps and let him take control, let him bring me the pleasure I know only he can give. I surrender to his heat, his touch, his soft lips, and his greedy tongue.
He picks up speed, dry fucking me up against the wall. Vincent sucks on a tender spot between my neck and shoulder, catching my flesh in between his teeth and biting down. I come in a vicious wave of ecstasy, my body trembling in his arms as pleasure pulls me under.
In one fluid motion, Vincent sets me down on the ground and falls to his knees in front of me, peeling my skirt and panties off before I even know what’s happening. He pries my legs apart and buries his face in between my thighs, lapping up my release.
I tangle my fingers in his hair as he grips my ass and holds me closer to his face. Vincent alternates between long, languid licks up the seam of my pussy and drawing tight little circles over my clit.
More and more of my juices leak out of me, my inner muscles pulsing and sucking on air, aching to be filled with something. As if reading my mind—or, more accurately, my body, Vincent shoves two fingers inside of my entrance, stretching me to the point of pain, but it feels so,sogood.
I come again, screaming his name as he pries me open, scissoring his fingers inside of me and dipping his tongue into my tight tunnel. Over and over my body shakes and spasms, either one long orgasm of five small orgasms, I don’t even know.
My vision is fuzzy and sweat coats my skin as my knees give out. Vincent grips my hips in a bruising hold and pins me to the wall. I lean forward and brace myself with my hands on his shoulders. I can’t stop coming, shaking, crying out. Vincent continues to suck my clit and scrape his teeth over my folds.
I can’t even feel anything anymore. Every part of me is numb and tingling by the time Vincent glides up my body, pulling my pants up as he goes. He kisses me and wraps his arms around the small of my back to keep me close to him.