Chapter 15 - Vince #2
Her lips brushed mine, and I could’ve lost it then and there, but I held back.
Barely. Because I wasn’t going to fuck her for the first time hungover, not like this.
She deserved more than that. So I kissed her instead.
Deep. With everything I couldn’t say. And when we broke apart, I pressed my forehead to hers.
Color rushed to her cheeks. “I need to wash your hair,” she deflected.
“Baby,” I murmured, “you’ve been staring at my dick like it’s going to speak.”
She groaned softly and covered her face. “Don’t make this weirder.”
“I’m not. I’m telling you the truth.” I leaned back against the tile, hand gripping the edge of the bench. “That’s just from talking. From you. From the way you say my name like it’s soft.”
Her eyes dipped again. I didn’t move. Just let the water hit my shoulders as she stood there trying to work up the nerve.
“If you want me to touch my cock,” I said quietly, “say so.”
She looked horrified. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
I laughed under my breath. “Angel, I’m already uncomfortable. It hurts.”
That got her. Her lips parted in a soft breath. She stepped closer, gaze trained on my chest now like she was avoiding the inevitable. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my dick, slow, not to push her, but to show her.
“Sweetheart, I’m not going to laugh,”
Madeline’s eyes lifted to mine and for a second, she looked so unsure, so fucking pure, I couldn’t believe she was real.
“Last time in the bath. It seemed rude to stare. So, um I didn’t. Please don’t make fun of me.”
“I love that,” And I meant it. I really fucking did. I wrapped my hand around my dick. Because this girl, the one who could shut down a table of heirs with a smile, was standing here with flushed cheeks, afraid she might get in trouble for staring at my dick.
And it made me want her even more.
I moved my hand slowly, holding her eyes as I did. “If you want to watch, you can. If you want to touch, you can do that too.”
She bit her bottom lip before she reached for me. Her fingers were light. Barely touching, like she was afraid of hurting me. I moved my hand over hers. She gasped but didn’t pull back.
Her palm was soft, smaller than mine, delicate. I guided it down with mine, slow, controlled, my grip easing over hers. I couldn’t stop the sound I made. That groan you give when your body stops pretending it has any control left.
Her lips parted. She blinked like she didn’t know where to look, my face or my cock. And fuck, it wrecked me.
“You like watching?”
She nodded slowly.
“Say it,” I brushed my knuckles down her side. “Be honest with me. I love it when you’re honest.”
“I like watching you.”
I groaned, and tipped my head back against the tile for a second, to stop myself from losing it.
“Good girl,” I muttered. “That’s my girl.”
She kept her hand there—our hands there—and I let her lead, just for a moment. I needed her to feel what she was doing to me.
My fingers slipped down to her waist. I traced the dip of her spine, then cupped the back of her neck.
“Look at me.”
She did. And it undid me.
“I don’t know what the fuck this is,” I said quietly, my thumb stroking her jaw.
“But you’re inside my head, Madeline. I wake up wanting you, I go to sleep missing you, and when you touch me like this—” I guided her again, a slow stroke that made her bite her lip.
“—it feels like I’ve been waiting my whole life just to feel you like this. ”
Her eyes stayed locked with mine.
“I like you like this,” she whispered. “When you stop pretending you don’t feel anything.”
I leaned down and kissed her. Soft and reverent, like I needed her mouth just to stay sane. She kissed me back, fingers loosening around me, but not letting go.
“Does it feel good?”
I laughed, or groaned—it came out somewhere between both. “Jesus,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. “You asking me that while you’re touching me is gonna ruin me.”
She froze. “Sorry—”
“Don’t be,” I pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. “Yes. It feels good. So good I’m not sure how I’m holding it together.”
She let out a breath, almost a smile. “I just wanted to know if I was… giving you anything close to what you give me.”
I opened my eyes. Only to watch as she lowered herself to kneel. Fucking kneel in front of me. That lit my possessive tendencies on fire.
“You are,” My voice was hoarse. “You are, baby. You have no fucking idea.”
Her lips parted like she didn’t believe me.
“You can tell me the truth. If I’m doing it wrong—”
“Stop.” My other hand rose to her cheek. I held her face, made her look at me. “You’re not doing it wrong.”
Her eyes dropped again, unsure.
“You’re doing it right, angel. So right I’m fighting not to finish just from your touch.” I exhaled hard, forcing my voice steady. “And I can’t remember the last time I had to do that.”
She bit her lip.
“Hey. That honesty… fuck, I love that about you.” I tilted her chin gently.
She swallowed and nodded, still holding me.
I dropped my head back against the shower tile, breathing hard. Her touch on me wasn’t just good—it was lethal. Not because of how she did it, but because it was her. Madeline. Shy in all the ways that made my chest hurt. The water ran hot down my back. My jaw clenched. I didn’t want this to end.
Her hand moved again, but steadier now. She was learning me in real time, watching, adjusting, listening to every sound I made.
“Can I…?”
I opened my eyes.
Her mouth was parted. Her cheeks flushed pink. And she was staring up at me from where she knelt—my girl, on her knees in the shower.
“Can you what, baby?”
She looked nervous. “Can I use my mouth?”
My heart stopped. For a second, I didn’t think I’d heard her right.
“I mean,” she rushed, “just if you want to. I just—” she shook her head, flustered, “—I want to.”
Fuck.
“You want to?” I asked, needing to hear it again.
She nodded.
I stepped closer. My hand cradled her jaw. “Then look at me and say it.”
Her eyes lifted.
“I want to try with my mouth.”
I groaned like she’d physically touched something inside me. I didn’t deserve that kind of softness. That kind of trust.
“You sure?” I brushed my thumb along her cheek.
“Please.”
It hit me. Hard. “You’d be such a good sub, baby,” I couldn’t stop the words from coming out. And I couldn’t stop thinking of her as mine.
She blushed deeper, and it made me want to drop to my knees too—just to worship her back.
I brushed her hair behind her ear. “Start slow, okay? Just your lips. You can use your hand too if that helps. Don’t worry about speed. Just feel it.”
She nodded once, then leaned forward, her lips parting just slightly. When she touched the head of my cock with her mouth, I had to brace a hand to the wall.
Holy fuck.
“Good girl,” I breathed, barely able to get the words out. “That’s perfect. Just like that.”
She looked up. And it nearly undid me.
“Use your hand too,” My voice dropped, rougher. “Just the base, gentle. Yeah… like that.”
Her lips eased over the tip again, her hand following at the base, careful. But she kept her eyes on me the entire time.
“Open your mouth a little,”
She obeyed instantly. Of course she fucking did. So obedient. So perfect. So fucking mine. She didn’t even realize what she had caused.
Fuck. Control. I needed to get myself under control. I guided her closer, slow enough that she could stop me, but she didn’t. She leaned in like she was drawn by gravity, my gravity.
“That’s it,” I praised, voice rough. “Just feel it first. No rush.”
Her hands steadied on my thighs.
She looked up at me, shy, wide-eyed, before she pressed the softest kiss to the tip. I made a sound I’d never made before.
“Baby…” My head thudded back against the tile. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
Encouraged, she kissed again, a little firmer. My hand moved to the back of her head, not forcing, guiding. My thumb traced her cheek as she wrapped her lips around the tip and took me a little deeper.
“Good girl,” I breathed. “So gentle. So perfect.”
Her cheeks flushed deeper at the praise, and she used her hand the way I’d shown her, slow at the base, following my breath, learning me inch by inch.
“Look at me,” I whispered.
She did.
“Fuck… that’s it,” I panted. “Hold my eyes when you take me. That’s how I know you’re with me.”
She eased forward again, lips stretching just a little, her tongue brushing the underside of the head, and my entire body clenched.
“Baby,” I managed, “go slow…yeah, just like that. You’re doing so fucking good.”
She was bolder now. Her mouth taking me, her hand matching the movement, and I cupped her jaw in my palm.
“That’s perfect,” I whispered. “God, you learn fast. You listen so well.”
I groaned, deep and helpless.
“Yeah… good girl. That’s it. Use your tongue… slow circles. There.” My voice dropped to a growl. “Fuck, you’re a natural.”
She pulled back a fraction, breath warm against me. “Does it feel—”
I cut her off with a strained laugh, hand gripping the wall again.
“Yes,” I said, almost desperate. “Baby, it feels incredible. You’re making me fight myself not to finish in your mouth.”
Her breath stuttered.
“I like that,” she whispered.
My eyes snapped open.
“What?”
“I like… knowing I can do that to you.”
My control snapped tight like a wire. I leaned down, took her face in both hands. “You do more than that to me.”
Her hands slid up my hips.
“Do it again,” I murmured. “Slow. Let me feel every inch of your mouth.”
She obeyed beautifully, lips parting, hand steady at the base.
“Good girl,” I whispered. “God, you’re such a good girl for me.”
Her eyes lifted. And that look, shy, wanting, proud of pleasing me… hit something primal.
“Relax your jaw a little,” I guided softly, thumb stroking her cheek. “Yeah… just like that.”
She took me deeper.
My breath tore out of me.
“Fuck, baby…” My hand slid into her hair, not pushing, anchoring. “You look so good like this. On your knees for me. Letting me guide you.”
She whimpered softly around me, a vibration that scraped every nerve raw.
“Yeah… that,” I groaned. “Do that again.”
She did. My hips jerked. I swore. ”Baby—slow—slow, I’m close,” I warned through clenched teeth. “You’re doing too good.”
My control didn’t slip. It snapped.
“Madeline—” I warned, voice breaking as she wrapped her lips around me deeper than before, her hand matching the rhythm like she’d been doing it her whole life. “Baby, slow—fuck—wait—”
She didn’t stop. She just looked up at me with those wide, shy eyes, cheeks hollowing a little as she took me again.
She took me deeper, too deep for my sanity, and then suddenly froze.
Her mouth slipped off me, her breath shaky.
“What… was that?” she whispered, blinking like she’d broken something.
I saw it immediately. A thin streak of my come on her lower lip. My heart fucking stopped.
I swallowed hard, before I touched her face. “That’s pre-cum, baby,” I managed. “It’s okay.”
Her hand froze.
“But—” she hesitated, “I thought that only happened at the end? Like… when you finish?”
I almost smiled, almost, but it wasn’t amusement. It was reverence. Fucking reverence. This girl—this careful, soft, dynasty-trained angel—was looking up at me.
I tilted her chin with my knuckle, my thumb brushing over that streak of come on her lip.
“No, It means I’m so turned on I can’t control it. It means you’re doing a really fucking good job.”
Her eyes widened slightly. I dragged my thumb across her lower lip again, slow, gentle, gathering the come there.
She gasped when I guided my thumb into her mouth.
“Open,” I whispered.
She obeyed, lips soft around my thumb. I felt her tongue brush the taste of me off, and my entire spine tightened.
“Good girl,” I gulped. Trying to keep my reactions under control. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
Her breath trembled as I slid my thumb free, tracing the corner of her mouth.
“I want you to go back to it,” I murmured, brushing her cheek with the back of my hand. “I want these beautiful lips open for me. Can you do you that for me?”
Her nod was tiny. She leaned in again, deliberate now, and wrapped her mouth around me. The warmth of her tongue and with her eyes locked on me. I last minutes at that her pace.
“Baby, I’m gonna—” My voice strangled out of me.
She squeezed her hand at the base just the way I’d taught her.
That was the breaking point.
I grabbed her jaw — gentle but firm — and pulled her mouth off me just in time, stumbling back a step, chest heaving.
“Baby—Jesus—look at me—”
She did. Kneeling on the shower floor, water sliding down her cheeks, lips swollen, breath shaky… looking up at me like she’d give me anything.
“Fuck—baby—don’t move—”
Her eyes widened.
I came with a sharp, broken sound, come hitting her chest, her collarbones, a little on her throat. The sight of it, her like that.
“God…” I gasped, still braced against the tile. “Fuck…”
She blinked up at me. “Did I…?” Her voice was so soft. “Did I do okay?”
I dropped to a crouch immediately, cupping her cheeks with both hands, kissing her forehead, kissing her jaw, kissing the corner of her mouth like she was fragile and holy.
“You did perfect,” I whispered against her mouth. “You hear me? Perfect.”
Her hands rose to my waist. I tilted her chin, making her meet my eyes.
“You made me lose control. You made me finish without meaning to. You have any idea what that means for me?”
She shook her head, shy.
“It means,” I whispered, thumb brushing her lower lip, “my body responds to you more than it ever has to anyone.”
Her breath stuttered.
“Come here,” I pulled her off her knees like she weighed nothing. The water washed down both of us, rinsing her slowly as I held the back of her head, letting her hide her face against my chest
“You did so good for me,” I murmured into her hair. “I’m so proud of you baby.”