Chapter 17 Bianca
BIANCA
Vinnie places two fingers under my chin, tipping my head back. “This isn’t right,” he says softly, still stroking his cock with one hand. “I need to be inside you.”
His eyes move to my hand, which is still inside my yoga pants, working my clit. I’m so close to orgasm. So close, my damn toes are curling, and the last thing I want to do is stop.
“I want to kiss your beautiful lips as you moan my name and come with my cock buried so deep inside you, you’ll feel me there long after I’ve left.”
He says such dirty and delicious things. Just like the guys I write in my books. And just like them too, his body is pure perfection. I could watch him touch himself all night and never grow bored.
There’s something so sexy about the way a man touches himself. It’s always been a secret obsession I’ve had, and my internet browsing history is proof.
I want to have sex with him. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t? But we’ve already muddied the waters so quickly, I’m not ready for the next step. I know Vinnie’s type. Notorious playboy who jumps from woman to woman like it’s an Olympic sport. Sure, he wants me, but he’s all about the chase.
The moment I give in and surrender myself to him completely, he’ll hop to the next because he’ll have taken what he wanted.
I move my head away from his fingers and scoot forward as he continues to stroke his cock with his other hand.
Even with him saying all the right things, I know having sex with him at this moment would be all kinds of bad for my head.
I line my mouth up with his cock and peer up at him with a small grin.
I stick out my tongue, swiping it across the soft head of his dick.
He rocks backward as he sucks in a harsh breath. “You don’t play fair.”
I reach behind him, placing my hand on his ass, which is rock-hard and fucking spectacular. “I need to taste you.” I smirk, knowing I have him right where I want him.
He doesn’t argue. What man would? I pull him toward me, opening my mouth and closing my lips around the head of his cock. He moans as his hand falls away from his shaft, and he thrusts forward, giving me exactly what I want.
His body shakes with pleasure as I take him deeper, sliding his hard, velvety length against my tongue until my gag reflex starts to kick in.
Although I want my orgasm almost as much as I need air in my lungs, I have to control the depth of his cock and give him an orgasm that’s going to rock his world.
“Oh God. Just like that,” he says as I wrap my hand around his slick shaft. He tangles his fingers in my hair, tightening his hold as I grip him roughly and suck him off like a pro.
There’s something so powerful about giving head. Holding a man in my hands and loving him with my mouth until he’s spiraling to orgasm so quickly, his knees practically give out.
I work his length, twisting my hand and creating a perfect connection with my lips.
I go all out, giving him everything I’ve got until my eyes water and my jaw aches.
I look up as he stiffens and his eyes close, lips parted and looking hotter than ever.
When his body starts to shake uncontrollably, I know I have him.
I use my hand more, leaving my tongue on the top of the head and working the sensitive spot underneath. The last thing I want to do is have him squirt down my throat, making me gag and heave because, let’s face it…come isn’t the tasty life-force I claim it is in my romance novels.
Vinnie doesn’t seem to notice as his body rocks backward and forward, fucking my wet hand and my soft lips. He calls out my name as I pull my mouth away, watching his body ride the waves of orgasm. I slow my pace, drawing every aftershock out of him before finally releasing my hold on him.
He opens his eyes and peers down at me. He sees his come dripping from my hand and not neatly deposited in my mouth like a porn star who deep-throats for a living. “That was…”
He doesn’t finish the statement. He doesn’t have to for me to know I rocked his world. The way his body moved and he gasped for air, I know the orgasm tore through him like a hurricane.
There’s a knock on the door, and I jump to my feet like the Karate Kid. I take in a very naked Vinnie with his cock that still looks ready for action, which should be impossible.
“Put your pants on,” I tell him as I grab the napkins off the coffee table and wipe my hands.
There’s a second knock. “Bianca, come on. Open up. I know you’re home,” Luis says, always having the worst timing.
I don’t have to look in the mirror to know I look like a deer in headlights. “Fuck,” I hiss and push Vinnie toward the bedroom as soon as he scoops his pants off the floor. “He can’t see you here.”
Vinnie looks at me over his shoulder, laughing because I’m panicked and almost insane. “Why?”
“He’ll kill you.” I push harder against his back, but he’s like moving a brick wall.
“You overreact, baby.”
“Bianca,” Luis says louder. “I can see the lights on in your place.” That goddamn little slit under the door will be the death of me—or Vinnie, if Luis finds him here.
“Coming!” I yell.
“Yes, yes, I did.” Vinnie laughs.
I smack his ass as he finally steps foot in my bedroom. “Do not come out. Do you understand?”
“So, what do I do?” He looks around my super girlie bedroom that looks like a unicorn threw up all over it.
“Just relax. Lie down. Take a nap. I don’t care. Just don’t come out.”
Vinnie laughs as he sits down on the edge of my bed, naked and holding his pants. “I’m sure I can keep myself busy in here.”
I don’t have time to think about all the sexy things in my drawers or the fact that the hot-ass pro baller is in my bedroom, naked and waiting. I close the bedroom door and run through the living room, stubbing my toe on the coffee table.
I screech in pain and grab my foot, bouncing on the other foot as I make it to the door. “This better be good,” I say as I open the door to Luis and a woman I’ve never seen before.
“Hey, sis.” Luis smiles. “This is Karen.”
Karen looks like every other floozy he’s ever been with. Teased hair, tits hanging out, red lipstick, and nothing but trouble. That’s my brother’s type. It’s entirely okay for him to whore himself around, but God forbid, I actually want to be with a man, and my brother completely overreacts.
“Hey, Karen.” I plaster on a fake smile and somehow resist the urge to punch Luis in the face.
Karen giggles and pops her gum. “Hi. I’m such a huge fan.”
The urge to roll my eyes is almost overwhelming, but I hold my shit together. “Oh. Thank you so much. That’s really kind of you.”
I’m thankful for every reader and fan, but right now, the last thing I want to do is chitchat about my writing with my brother’s flavor of the night while Vinnie’s come dries between my fingers.
Luis walks by me with Karen under his arm and enters my apartment without an invitation. “Do you have company?” he asks, turning to face me.
I shake my head. “I was just really hungry. It’s my Netflix and chill night.”
Luis’s eyebrows draw downward. “Your what?”
“I order food and binge television.”
“Bianca, you’re too young to sit at home and watch television on a Friday night. Live a little already.”
I cross my arms over my chest and cock my head. “I am living. I like my life. Are you here to shit on it, or did you come here for a reason?”
“I wanted to invite you out with us tonight. We’re going to the new club down the street. Figured I’d stop in and ask if you’d like to join us.”
“Sweetheart,” Karen says, sliding her arm around his middle. “I have to use the little girls’ room.”
Luis ticks his head backward. “Down the hall,” he says to her. She giggles as Luis pinches her ass. “Go ahead, doll.”
I glare at my brother as Karen heads toward the bathroom. “I can’t believe you just dropped by like this with some girl.”
“She’s not some girl. She’s Karen.” Luis runs his fingers through his dark, floppy hair. “Isn’t she great?”
“Oh yeah. She’s perfect,” I say sarcastically.
Karen screams and Luis turns. My eyes follow the noise, seeing Karen standing in the doorway to my bedroom with her eyes practically coming out of her head like an old cartoon.
“Who are you?” she asks.
“Hey,” Vinnie says, and I know shit’s about to go down.
I glance at my brother, who’s staring at me so hard, I’m shocked death rays aren’t flying out of his eye sockets. “Company?”
“Just a friend.”
“Is it that guy you brought to the party?” The vein running down the middle of Luis’s forehead is big and angry, as if it’s about to burst at any moment.
“Guy?” I laugh. “It’s none of your business.” I look over my brother’s shoulder, finding Karen hasn’t moved. She’s just gawking at a hopefully only half-naked Vinnie. “Next door, Karen.”
My brother starts toward my bedroom, but I use my body as a human shield. “You better move,” he tells me, like somehow, he’s become my protector and my father.
“This is my house, Luis.” I hold out my arms, leaving him no way to get around me as we stand at the entrance to the hallway.
“You better get your ass out here, you punk,” Luis calls out, practically foaming at the mouth.
“You stay in there!” I yell over my shoulder because the last thing I need is Vinnie and Luis getting into a fight. “You need to take Karen and leave.”
Luis’s dark eyes narrow. “He’s not right for you. He’s using you, Bianca.”
I laugh bitterly. “Maybe I’m using him, brother. Ever think of that?”
Luis straightens, but his glare is still icy cold. “You trust too easy.”
“I trust no one,” I tell him. The reality of my words hits me. I don’t trust anyone anymore. Not after the way men have treated me in the past.
Karen comes bouncing out of the bathroom like she’s oblivious to the shitstorm she’s created. “Nice to meet you,” she says to Vinnie as she passes by the bedroom.
“You too,” he replies, and a small piece of me dies.
Luis and I are staring each other down as Karen wraps an arm around his back. “I’m ready, Daddy.”
I almost puke at the nickname. There’s something so wrong with women who call men “Daddy.” In role-playing or BDSM, I can tolerate it, but in real life, standing in front of his family, it’s totally disgusting.
“Yeah, Daddy, you better go.”
Luis snakes his arm around Karen’s shoulders, but he hasn’t looked at her yet. He’s too busy giving me the death stare to look down. “He and I are going to have words.”
“You want to have them now?” Vinnie says from behind me.
My brother’s hard stare slices to my bedroom, and I know I’ve got to defuse the situation, or you know, remind Luis who’s boss.
“Get out.” I point toward the doorway, blocking my brother’s ability to get down the hall and try to beat the piss out of Vinnie. I turn toward Vinnie. “Go back into my bedroom and shut up.”
Vinnie’s eyebrows rise before a smile creeps across his lips. “Yes, ma’am. I like it when you’re bossy.”
I glare toward the ceiling and mutter a string of curse words. “Go, Luis, and take Karen with you.”
“We’re still going to have words.”
I roll my eyes. “Not tonight, big brother.”
“Leave your sister alone, Daddy. She’s living life. She’s young. Let her have fun. Would you rather she be all alone here tonight?”
Luis’s hard glare softens, but he doesn’t relax. “No.” He sighs. “But I still don’t like it.”
“You’re not supposed to. She’s your sister, but damn, man, give her some space. She’s got a hottie in her bedroom. That sounds like a solid Friday night. Do you want to have fun with me, Daddy, or stay here and argue?”
I want to puke. There’s something about Karen and Luis that activates my gag reflex worse than deep-throating a cock. I cover my mouth and swallow, somehow keeping down the Chinese food.
“You’re right, beautiful. Let’s get out of here. My sister and I will talk another day.”
“Oh, goodie. I can hardly wait,” I say behind the hand that’s still covering my mouth.
Luis stares at me for a few more seconds. “Be smart, Bianca.”
“Sure thing, Daddy.” I nod.
He grumbles but finally moves as Karen pulls him toward the door. “Don’t worry. We’ll have more fun without her. Remember when I…” She leans over, whispering something in his ear.
Whatever she says has Luis out the door and gone without another word. After the door slams, Vinnie doesn’t come out, and there’s not a single sound coming from my bedroom.
“Vinnie, you can come out.”
“Come here,” he calls out. “I want to show you something.”
I’m sure he does, and it’s probably about nine inches and hard as a rock.
As I step into the doorway, I see Vinnie still very naked and holding a pair of nipple clamps that were in my nightstand drawer. “What are these?”
“They’re nipple clamps.” I shrug.
“I know that. I mean, do you use them?” He stares at the shiny metal, his cock bobbing and waving at the very thought of those hugging my nipples.
“Yes.”
“Alone?”
“Yes.” I’m not ashamed. I use every toy I write about in my books. How can I describe the sensation something delivers without testing it out on myself first?
“Ever use them with anybody?”
I shake my head.
He motions for me to come to him, but I don’t move. “Come on, baby. Lemme rock your world.”
“We’re not fucking,” I tell him. I’m not ready to take that step with him. Not yet.
A wicked smile plays on his lips. “Who said anything about that?” He dangles the nipple clamps from his fingers. “I have an orgasm or two to repay and a drawer full of toys to make it happen.”
Fuck. This man’s going to be the death of me.