Chapter 26 #2
“I’m sorry I didn’t win the auction,” I said in an effort to hide my reaction. It’s just a look. I could not be melting over one look. “The leopard lady was freaking me out, and I tried to save you, but I didn’t have enough money and it seemed like—”
“Brooklyn.”
The air in my lungs turned scarce. “Yeah?”
“I’m not here to talk about the auction.”
There was a beat of silence, thick with heat and unsaid words.
Then he was inside, and his mouth was on mine while my hands tugged at his shirt, trying to free it from his waistband. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. The kiss was hungry and frantic and intoxicating, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I finally freed his shirt. Vincent helped me slide it off his shoulders without breaking the kiss. He tugged my top and bottoms off, and then we were somehow in my room, our breaths heavy with want. My back hit the bed while he removed the rest of his clothing.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, only panties, and a heavy pulse bloomed in my core as I watched him take off his belt and pants.
The shoulders, the abs, those thighs. I firmly believed that footballers had the best thighs on the planet, and Vincent proved me absolutely right. I drank him in, my eyes tracing over every sculpted ridge and shadowed curve, but a giggle erupted from my throat when I reached his groin.
He was wearing the pancake boxer briefs I’d bought him for his birthday.
“If you keep laughing at me when I’m half naked, I’m going to get a complex,” he said, sounding amused.
“Sorry.” I propped myself up on my elbows and cast a meaningful look at his briefs. “I was admiring your choice of underwear.”
“The person who bought them has good taste.” He stripped them off. “And I like to have part of her with me. Always.”
My mouth dried, both at his words and at the sight of his arousal. My core pulsed again, and I let out a small whimper of anticipation when he climbed onto the bed.
His arms bracketed my body, caging me in as he lowered his head toward mine.
“Let’s make another bet.” His breath skimmed my skin.
“Seriously?” I whimpered again when he palmed my breast and ran a thumb over the peaked nipple. A bolt of pleasure streaked between my legs. “You want to make another bet right now?”
“Mmhmm.” He trailed kisses over my jaw, down my neck, and across my chest. “I bet I can make you scream so loud, your neighbor will be banging down the wall. No pun intended.”
My breathless laugh dissolved when he closed his mouth around my nipple and sucked.
Fuck. The bastard was trying to distract me into saying yes—and it was working.
“It’s nice to know your ego is intact.” I tried not to squirm when he moved to my other nipple, licking and sucking with agonizing care. My entire body flushed, but I swallowed my moan and managed to add, “I’ll be lucky if you can make me come even once.”
He traced my nipple leisurely with his tongue before he released it with a soft pop. He blew cool air across the wet, sensitized peak, and…God. My hips instinctively bucked as my moan finally broke free.
A wicked smile spread across Vincent’s face. “You’re going to regret saying that.”
The dark promise in his voice made my toes curl.
He kissed his way down my stomach until he reached my underwear. He yanked them off and paused, taking in my bare pussy and slick thighs.
“Lucky if I can make you come once, huh?” He looked up at me, his eyes glittering with hunger. “You’re already a fucking mess, sweetheart.” He reached down and pushed two fingers inside me.
I cried out, my hips arching up again in a frantic search for more friction. Damn him. He was so smug, and he thought he could…he could…
My mind short-circuited when he dragged his fingers out and replaced them with his mouth. He pushed my legs farther apart and propped them on his shoulders, giving him greater access to my pussy as he licked and sucked on my clit.
My knees weakened. I fisted the sheets, my breaths heavy from the effort of holding in my cries, but I couldn’t help moaning when he flicked his tongue against the exact spot that drove me crazy. “Oh, fuck.”
Then he gently raked his teeth against that same spot while pushing his fingers inside me again, and my mind blanked for the second time in as many minutes. I arched up with a cry, my thighs clamping around his head while fireworks exploded behind my eyes.
The pleasure was so intense, I instinctively tried to scoot away after the first blinding wave, but strong hands held me fast. I was a ship being tossed in a storm, buffeted on all sides by sensation, and I couldn’t catch my breath as the pressure built, and built, and—
Another cry, this one so loud and hoarse it hardly sounded human. My vision blurred, my toes curling as my back bowed off the mattress. Ecstasy crashed through me in waves, each more overwhelming than the last until I was utterly wrecked.
I lay there, my skin slick with sweat and my chest rising and falling in ragged bursts as the aftershocks rolled through me.
When my vision cleared, Vincent was still between my legs, his mouth glistening with the evidence of my orgasm. The sight sent a fresh, unexpected spasm of arousal through me.
“That’s one,” he said, his smile filled with pure male satisfaction. “Et ca a un putain de go?t, ma chérie.”
“I have no idea what that means,” I said, too spent and satiated to come up with a witty response. “But you got lucky with that one.”
“You’re pretty mouthy for someone who just came all over my face,” he drawled, a hint of heat in his voice. He rose up on his knees, and my stomach clenched.
Holy shit. His cock was even bigger than I remembered. Harder, like eating me out had turned him on as much it had me.
“What can I say? I’m funny that way,” I said breathily. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
My scrutiny didn’t escape his notice.
Vincent’s gaze darkened. “Open your mouth.”
My clit pulsed at his soft, steely command. I obeyed, but not before I flipped us over so he was on his back and I was straddling him.
I kept my eyes on him as I wrapped my hands around his shaft and guided it in between my lips. Vincent groaned as I took more and more of him, sucking him as far down as I could go before I pulled back and swirled my tongue around the tip.
I licked every inch of his cock head before I sucked him down again, deeper this time, until saliva pooled in my mouth and the air was filled with messy slurps and gurgles.
Vincent tangled his hands in my hair, holding it back while I took him all the way. My eyes watered when he hit the back of my throat, but God, the guttural noise he made sounded almost as good as he tasted.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped. “That feels so damn good.”
I moaned, loving his pants and groans, the desperate grip he had on my hair, and the way his muscles trembled, like it was taking all his willpower not to lose control.
He fisted my hair tighter into a ponytail, using it to guide me up and down as we worked up a rhythm. My entire body was flushed. Tingles spread across my chest and clit, and when he groaned again, I felt the vibrations throb deep in my core.
“I’m going to come,” he panted.
Instead of pulling away, I sucked harder until I felt his cock throb against my tongue. Thick, hot spurts filled my throat, and I made sure to swallow every drop before I released him with a satisfied smile.
Vincent let out a final groan before he slumped against the bed, his skin glistening with sweat.
“I’d say that’s one for one,” I purred, climbing up beside him.
His husky laugh floated between us. “Who’s the cocky one now?”
“Still you.”
“I did make you come so hard that you drenched my face, so I’d say that’s well-deserved,” he drawled, a grin playing around the corners of his mouth.
I rolled my eyes even as a blush stained my cheeks. “Yet you lost the bet.” I rapped my knuckles against the headboard. “Not a peep from my neighbor.”
“That was just the warm-up. We’re not done yet.”
My lips parted when I felt him stir against my leg. “You can’t possibly be ready again. It hasn’t even been two minutes!”
“What can I say? I have great stamina.” Vincent’s eyes gleamed at my sputters of shock. “You should know better than to tell me something is impossible. I take that as a challenge.”
“There’s no way.” I refused to believe it. “That recovery time is not humanly possible.”
“Let’s test it out. Get on your hands and knees.”
Moisture pooled between my thighs, but I lifted my chin in defiance just to see what he would do.
Vincent’s grin disappeared. His voice turned soft but lethal. “Now, Brooklyn.”
The wetness turned into a throbbing ache.
Fuck, that was hot. It shouldn’t be, but it was.
If he talked to me like that outside the bedroom, we’d have a problem. But here…
A shiver of anticipation cascaded down my spine. I did as he asked while he retrieved a condom from his wallet. My breaths turned heavy again when I heard the telltale rip of foil, followed by the nudge of his cock against my entrance.
His hands gripped my hips as he pushed inside me, inch by inch.
I gasped, my eyes watering again at the almost painful stretch of his cock.
I’d gotten comfortable with his size while I was sucking him off, but there was a difference between taking him down my throat and taking him in my pussy.
He was only halfway in, and I was already stretched so tight I might split in half if I took any more.
“Breathe,” Vincent murmured. His hands grasped my hips, holding me up while a shudder rolled through my body. “That’s it.”
Inhale, exhale. I took a few more deep breaths until I relaxed enough for him to bury the full length of his cock inside me.
I closed my eyes, whimpers falling out of my mouth when he started moving. Then he picked up speed, his hips slamming against my ass, and those whimpers turned into moans.
The pain receded, replaced with sharp, stinging pleasure. “Yes. Yes, yes, oh, God, yes! Harder—fuck!” I squealed when he hit a spot inside me that made me see stars.