Her Possessive Valentine (PROJECT VALENTINE)

Chapter 6

6

HANA

I ’ve never seen anyone undress as quickly as Vance Valentine just did. From full suit and all the fixings down to nothing but his boxers in seconds flat. But I meet his eagerness with my own, crawling over the massage table, pressing my ass in the air in his direction as I do it. Had he not been so adamant about doing this, we’d have already shared our moment of bliss. Spent, exhausted, and lying on his sofa, trying to regain some semblance of self-control.

But teasing works just as well. Doesn’t mean I’m going to make it any easier on him.

“How do you want me?” I ask once I’ve gotten onto all fours at the table. Vance’s hand hovers dangerously close to the monster inside his underwear. If it were up to me, I’d tell him to stroke it. Rub himself before he rubs me down. Dinner and a show. Whatever the hell you’d call it. My mind is on one thing, and there’s no changing what it wants until I’ve had him inside of me.

“You can stay like this.” Vance circles the table with one hand extended to brush against my skin. It stops as it hits the waistband of my panties, but he keeps walking until he’s standing behind me. “Hard for a massage, but you’re used to making things hard on me, aren’t you?”

I open my mouth to say something, but the words get lost behind a soft moan as Vance tugs on my panties. He hasn’t pulled them down completely, not yet, enjoying the view of my slick pussy. Not that my poor excuse of underwear is doing much to block his view.

“Anyone ever tell you how gorgeous you are?” he asks, making my temperature spike to feverish levels.

“Not as many as you’d think,” I answer honestly. And it’s not out of want for pity. It’s just that most men use different verbiage to describe me—hot, sexy, and one time, I even got fuckable piece of ass .

I think most men just have very different interests than Vance does. And I’m liking his way more than I ever imagined I would.

“Do I need to apologize for the whole male species again?” His voice is distant, almost as if it’s trailing off to the farthest points of the globe.

I throw my head over my shoulders to find out why and see him staring straight between my legs. Yeah, that makes total sense. Trying his darndest to be flirtatious but stuck in place at the sight of what he could be doing instead.

“If I said yes, how would you do it?” Butterflies explode in my tummy with the question. Is there any other answer than what’s coming? Definitely not.

But Vance subverts my expectations, and instead of pulling my panties down and stabbing me with the rock-hard slab tenting his boxers, he starts walking around the table again.

He grabs one of the many fancy bottles of oils and lotions on a small table next to the massage bed and squirts some into the palm of his hand. “It isn’t much, but I can ease some of the tension we must have caused.”

“You’re doing a saint’s job then,” I tease, doing my best to sound playful while my whole body practically vibrates in anticipation of what Vance will do next.

“On your belly,” he orders, and I obey, resting my head on my arms and shutting my eyes.

He smashes his palms together, and the first few drops of the liquid fall onto my back. The cool sensation trickling down my skin makes me shiver, but Vance has already started rubbing his hands together to warm them and the oil.

“It must be hard.” His slick fingertips brush against my skin. “Having, what? Half the population be so blind. So foolish.” He gathers whatever remnants of the trickle down my sides he can, coating my back in liquid and easing me into his touch. “But never fear, not while I’m here.” He walks his fingers across my skin. Soft at first, but the higher they climb, so too does the pressure he’s applying. “I’m going to make it all better.”

The electrifying jolt his touch sends through my body is indescribable—an intense rush of desire and need for more. More of this, more of him, more of everything. Every part of me wants to be right here and accept what he’s doing while simultaneously desperate to move on to what comes next. It’s a total mixed bag of emotions and feelings, and my brain can’t keep up.

So, I won’t try to. Instead, I purr a soft, satisfied hum and let Vance work his magic. Depending on where his hands fall, Vance continues adjusting his pressure. Harder on the upper back, but gentler the lower he goes. And like magic, all the tension in my body escapes with a soft sigh.

I jump when his fingers press into a pressure point on my side, and an involuntary giggle escapes. He does it again, and this time, I laugh out loud, fighting off the fingers pressing into my overly sensitive sides.

“Too much?” he asks in a husky whisper as he starts to circle the table again, stopping at my feet.

“Not at all. I’m just ticklish.” I don’t look up, nor do I flinch when I feel his hands brush against the soles of my feet, testing my weak spots. Unluckily for him, he found the only one I had early.

“I’ll have to remember that,” he says cheekily. I’d scowl at him if I weren’t feeling so damn relaxed. “But for now, I’ve got other plans.”

“Like what?”

“This.” He grabs my ankles, using them to part my legs. When they reach his ideal position, a choked noise emits from his mouth. I don’t need to see him to know what caused the sound—a thin strip of cotton acting as a barrier between me and him.

His fingers knead their way up my calves, past the back of my knee, and stop on my ass. He digs them in there, as if making some final stand, while another wave of sounds erupts out of him, eagerness on display. After a firm squeeze, Vance works his way up to the waistband of my panties and grabs it in two tight fists.

As soon as I lift my hips, he rips them off. This time, I can’t stop myself from looking. I need to see what’s happening on his face, and I’m not disappointed in the slightest.

Dumbstruck and awe-filled, Vance is stuck in place, staring down the passage he created with my legs. He catches himself from falling too far and looks at me with a big, goofy smile.

“You’re glistening,” he says. “Soaked, and I haven’t even touched you.” Labored breaths follow his words, as if thinking out loud instead of talking to me directly.

“You’ve been touching me all night.” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

“This was a massage.” A charming smile flashes across his face. “Nothing sexual about it. Purely business.”

“And what about this?” I raise a brow while his hands travel up to my hips.

“Purely sexual. Nothing business.” Taking me in a firm hold, Vance pulls my entire body down the table. I slide without resistance, but before I can catch my bearings, I feel his girth pressing against my inner thigh.

“Oh shit,” I mutter, realizing what’s happening, that it’s happening.

His hands return to my ass, this time giving my cheeks the same treatment as my back. He’s less calculated, squeezing them with more primal energy, with his tongue running along his lips.

“I could stare at you for hours,” he says, and my heart sinks into my belly. “Hell, I’d never look away if you gave me the choice.”

“Who’s stopping you?” I whisper, putting on my best flirtatious voice but losing it somewhere behind the sheer thrill of Vance’s touch.

“Walls, mostly.” How he manages to throw a joke into the mix is beyond me. My brain turns to mush, my body vibrates in anticipation of what’s to come, and Vance is still in complete control. Something tells me it won’t stay that way for long.

“Then I guess it’s time to break ‘em all down.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Grabbing me by the waist, Vance pulls my lower body toward him. He lifts me until I’m in line with his manhood, and it slips between my soaked thighs, tickling its way straight to my pussy.

A squeal of pure desire passes my lips in a whimper. He holds me in place, my upper half still pressed against the table with my lower suspended in the air. I can feel his arms shaking through his grip, but it’s not because he’s struggling to carry me. No, it’s because he’s struggling to stay in control. Holding back when all he wants to do is plunge himself inside me.

And if it’s a nudge off the deep end he needs, I’ll give it to him.

“Do it, Vance. Take me,” I whisper. “Fill me up. Fuck me. Destroy me.” The next line comes out with my feverish desire, increasing in passion and pitch until the last word.

I like to think Vance wants to answer with words. That there’s still some semblance of man inside instead of the lusty beast making his golden eyes burn with fiery passion. But no words come. Only a husky growl as he drags my body back a few more inches, and the head of his cock smashes against my entrance.

I groan at the sudden knock, knock, knocking between my legs.

Oh God, come in. Please, come in.

As if Vance can hear my thoughts, he moves his hips, and the tip of his cock slips inside me. My body jolts, pleasure radiating from my core and trickling over every nerve. But Vance doesn’t let me move very far, holding me in place while shallow, hefty grunts escape him in a steady, continuous stream.

Vance moves slowly, burying himself inch by glorious inch inside of me. He guides my body down until my knees find solid ground on the massage table. Releasing me there, he allows one hand to dance up my side while the other remains firmly hooked onto my hip. His hands come to a stop on the curvature of my breast just as his hips stop driving his girth into me. Howling in hungry delight, feeling him down to the hilt inside me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he manages to speak between grunts.

I chuckle at his comment, unable to do anything else. Brain off and come-drunk.

He starts rolling his hips side to side, never sliding far or starting to thrust but allowing his cock to tease my inner walls. I can feel it pulsating inside me, jerking and twitching as it adjusts to its new home.

I press myself up on my palms and look at him. A wide grin flashes on his face at whatever he’s seeing on mine.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re dazed,” he says as his hand circles my body and cups my breast. His fingers brush against my nipple, teasing them with short strokes before he pinches it between the two.

A low moan escapes my mouth as my mind works overtime to think of a witty response. Nothing comes from it. Just the noises of pleasure Vance is teasing out of me and the sound of my ragged breathing.

When he finally finds his own solid footing, he slides back out of me until he’s in the same position as we started, with his head left inside while the rest of him prepares its onslaught. Unlike the first, he doesn’t take a slow and steady approach to his thrust. Bucking his hips, he plunges the full length of his muscle back inside.

After the first, there’s no going back. No caution and careful movement. No adjustment or trying to stop his legs from wobbling. Just one thrust after the next, driving his pleasure deep.

The hand on my breast, playing with the nipple and urging me ever closer to sweet release. Vance doesn’t have to wait long to get what he wants. Before I even realize what’s happening, a tight knot forms in my core. It lingers there, forcing every muscle in my body to tighten up while every stroke from Vance starts to knock it loose.

“That’s right, baby. Come on my cock,” he snarls, slamming into me and using his hand on my hip to pull me into each thrust.

My eyes roll to the back of my skull while sputtering moans flood out of me. The sound of his body slapping against my ass trickles into my ears. Overwhelmed by want and need, my body starts rattling as he fucks me straight to orgasm. But with it, Vance’s movement becomes more erratic. Not that there was really any precision, to begin with, but as my walls tighten around his cock, everything about Vance starts to tense.

Thick veins surface against his neck as his mouth opens to release a deafening roar. His hips buck fiercely, plowing into me with reckless abandon.

“Ah, fuck, I’m gonna—” Heavy grunts cut off his words. But better than hearing it from Vance’s lips is the feeling of his hot seed splashing against my walls to finish off his sentence.

We emit unrecognizably guttural sounds in unison, lost to the bliss of reaching that incredible high together. Without warning, Vance slips his cock out of me, and I spin around fiercely to see why he took it away.

“Down here,” he says, erupting into gleeful laughter.

“What the hell happened to you?” I ask, leaning over the edge of the table. He’s on his back, with one hand in the air as if trying to use it to signal me.

He tries to speak, but his words get caught up in the hearty belly laugh. “My legs…” He tries to catch himself and shakes his head viciously. “My legs gave out. Gives a whole new meaning to turn your legs to jelly, doesn’t it?”

He laughs again, and this time I join. I get off the table and drop down to the ground next to him, cradling underneath his arm.

It’s this right here that lets me know we’re a perfect match. Lying on the floor, laughing our asses off in the post-orgasm glow.

Life can’t get any better.