Chapter 4 In Daylight #3
I stepped in and cupped her tits through the bikini top, thumbs brushing over nipples that were already hard. Vina inhaled fast, her hands landing on my stomach, nails scraping lightly through the hair there.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “Your hands.”
“You like them?”
“I like them better when they’re less respectful.”
I squeezed, firmer, and rolled her nipples between my fingers until her hips jerked toward me.
“Like that?”
Her eyes flashed. “Don’t fish for compliments, Brew.”
I bent and put my mouth over one nipple through the bikini fabric.
Vina's laugh broke into a moan.
I sucked until the fabric went wet against her skin, then pulled the cup down and took her bare nipple into my mouth. She grabbed my hair with both hands and held me there, back arching, tits pushed up for me like she had been waiting all night to make me earn them.
“Harder,” she said. “Don’t make me ask pretty.”
I used my teeth.
Her knees nearly gave.
“Fuck, yes,” she gasped. “There. Right there.”
I worked both breasts, mouth and hands, sucking one nipple while my fingers pinched and rolled the other.
Vina kept talking at first, filthy little threats and praise and instructions.
Then the words got thinner. Her mouth fell open.
Her hips started rocking against my thigh, and the red fabric at her pussy rubbed hot and wet against my leg.
“You're soaking through these,” I said, sliding my hand down and pressing my palm against her bikini bottoms.
Vina looked down at my hand, then back at me. “You walked me through Rosewater holding my hand. You kissed me in front of half the lake. Kit texted me like I’m supposed to be here. What did you think was going to happen?”
“This.” I rubbed her through the bikini bottoms.
Her hips snapped forward.
“Don’t tease unless you can finish it,” she said.
“I can finish it.”
“Prove it.”
I sank to my knees.
Vina stared down at me, chest heaving, one hand in my hair, the other gripping the edge of the dresser behind her.
I kissed her stomach, then the pale line at her hip where the red bikini string began.
Her skin tasted like sweat, perfume, and the hot residue of the party.
I untied one side, then the other, dragged the bottoms down her thighs, and let them fall.
She was wet enough to shine in the low lamplight.
My cock ached in my jeans, hard and trapped and leaking, but I ignored it. For now, she was the point.
I kissed the inside of her thigh.
Vina's fingers tightened in my hair. “Nash.”
“I’m right here.”
“Then get your mouth on my pussy before I start charging Rosewater damages.”
I laughed against her skin and pulled her closer.
The first lick made her curse.
I ran my tongue slow from her entrance to her clit, tasting how wet I had made her, how ready she was, how much of the night had collected in that slick heat. Vina jerked so hard I had to grip her ass with both hands to keep her steady.
“God,” she breathed. “Fuck. Again.”
I did it again, slower.
Then I focused on her clit, circling with my tongue until her knees shook. She braced against the dresser, hips moving into my mouth, using me because she wanted to and because I let her. I sucked her clit between my lips, and she made a sound that didn't belong to the public version of her.
There she was.
I slid two fingers inside her.
Vina cried out, loud in the quiet suite, pussy clenching around me. I curled my fingers forward and worked her in slow, deep strokes while my mouth stayed on her clit.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Nash, don't you fucking stop.”
I kept the pressure steady, tongue and fingers together, learning the rhythm of her body in this room.
I already knew how explosive Vina could be, how filthy and fearless and wild.
This felt different. Not softer in the weak way.
Softer in the dangerous way. Like every dirty sound carried more truth than she meant to give.
Her thighs trembled against my cheeks. Her nails scraped my scalp.
“I'm close,” she said, voice breaking. “Fuck, I’m close, I’m going to come on your mouth.”
“Good.”
I sucked harder and drove my fingers deeper.
Vina came with a sharp cry, her pussy clamping down around my fingers, clit throbbing under my tongue. Her whole body shook. I held her open and worked her through it while she rode my mouth, cursing and laughing and saying my name until the sound turned ragged.
When she sagged, I caught her hips and guided her down with me. She ended up on the edge of the bed, flushed and panting, hair everywhere, eyes glassy.
I kissed my way up her stomach, over the damp skin between her breasts, to her mouth. She kissed me hard, tasting herself on my tongue without hesitation.
Then she shoved me onto my back.
“My turn,” she said.
She got my jeans open with both hands, pulled me free, and looked down at my cock like it had offended her by making her wait.
“Jesus,” she murmured. “I missed this.”
“You saw it before.”
“I like repeat viewings.”
Her hand wrapped around me, warm and slick from touching herself. She stroked once, thumb circling the head, smearing the precum there. My hips lifted before I could stop them.
Vina grinned. “There he is.”
Then her mouth was on me.
Hot. Wet. Those famous lips sliding over the head of my cock, tongue working underneath, hand gripping the base while she watched me from under her lashes. I cursed, one hand gripping the sheets, the other sliding into her hair.
She took me deeper, then pulled back with a filthy wet sound and a satisfied smile.
“You want me to suck you until you come?” she asked, voice rough.
“Yeah.”
“But you won’t let me.”
“No.”
Her smile turned wicked. “Smart boy.”
She licked the head once more, slow enough to make me see God and bad decisions in the same second, then climbed over me. Her wet pussy dragged over my shaft, coating me again, and she kissed me like she was trying to climb inside my skin.
I held her hips, cock trapped between us, every part of me screaming for the next line.
Vina lifted herself just enough to rub the head against her entrance.
“Inside,” she whispered. “Now. I need you inside me.”
I caught her face in one hand and made her look at me.
Her eyes were wild, wet, and honest.
“Tell me you want this,” I said.
“I want this.”
“All of it.”
Her throat moved. “All of it.”
Then she kissed me, and I stopped holding back.
***
I pushed into Vina slowly.
That was the first difference.
Every instinct in my body wanted hard and fast. She was soaked, open, grinding down against me, and the sound she made when the head of my cock slipped inside her nearly ended every patient thought I had left. But I held her hips and made us both feel it inch by inch.
Vina's hands braced on my chest. Her mouth fell open.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered. “Nash.”
I kept going, filling her until her thighs trembled on either side of me and my cock was buried to the root.
She looked down where we were joined, then back at me. “I forgot how deep you get.”
“You didn't forget.”
“No.” Her laugh shook. “I really fucking didn't.”
She tried to move first, because of course she did. Vina Ashby didn't wait well. Her hips lifted, then came down in a slow grind that made both of us groan.
I let her set the first rhythm.
She rode me like she owned the suite, palms on my chest, red hair falling around her face, tits moving with every stroke. Slow at first. Then faster. Then a deep rolling grind that pressed her clit against me and made her eyes go unfocused.
“Look at you,” I said, hands on her hips. “Taking what you want.”
She smiled through a gasp. “You complaining?”
“Not even close.”
“Good.” She rose until just the head stayed inside her, then sank back down with a wet, tight slide. “Because I’ve wanted this cock since the boathouse.”
“Only since then?”
“All night. All summer. Don’t get needy.”
I laughed, but it came out wrecked because her pussy clenched around me at the same time.
Vina felt it. Her smile turned victorious.
“You like when I talk dirty.”
“I like when you talk.”
That hit differently than I expected. She faltered for one beat, hips slowing, eyes locked on mine.
Then the heat rushed back, but the crack stayed.
“Careful,” she said. “You’ll make me think you want me around for conversation.”
“I do.”
“Liar.”
I sat up and wrapped one arm around her waist, keeping myself deep inside her. The shift changed the angle, grinding her clit harder against me. Vina's arms flew around my neck, her breath hot against my mouth.
“Say that again,” I said.
“What?”
“Call me a liar while your pussy is squeezing me like that.”
Her laugh broke into a moan.
I kissed her and took over.
My hands held her ass, lifting and dropping her on my cock in a slower, deeper rhythm that stole the jokes from her one by one.
Her nails dug into my shoulders. Her mouth opened against mine.
Every downward stroke drove me deep enough that she shivered, and every grind at the bottom made her clit drag against my body.
“Nash,” she gasped. “Fuck, yes. Right there.”
I kept her there, not letting her run from it, not letting her turn it into a sprint. The suite narrowed to skin, breath, her wet heat around my cock, and the way her face kept changing when seriousness got too close.
“You feel this?” I asked.
She nodded, forehead against mine.
“Not a rumor,” I said.
Her body clenched hard.
“Not a party trick.”
“Nash.”
“Mine because you chose it.”
Her eyes went wet.
Then she kissed me so hard I tasted salt.
I rolled us, pinning her beneath me without slipping out. Vina laughed once, breathless, then cried out when I drove into her again, harder now. Her legs wrapped around my waist. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper.
“There he is,” she said, voice ragged. “There’s my Smoke Show.”
I fucked her with long, hard strokes, letting the bed take the rhythm. Not frantic. Not careless. Deep enough that each thrust pushed a sound out of her, steady enough that she couldn't pretend she was only performing for me.