“I met Dennis in Anthro 101. I—um—I blew him a few times.”
“Did he finish in your mouth?”
I nodded, too mortified to speak.
“Did he get you off?”
“No,” I whispered
“He didn’t even get you off?”
My face boiled at his warm laugh. “I didn’t want a boyfriend. I just wanted—”
“To suck dick without anything in return?”
“It was consensual, and I liked it. He’d text me. I’d meet him on campus. We’d find a spot where I could do it. It only lasted a few weeks, but it was hot as hell. I don’t regret it.”
I’d enjoyed how impersonal it was while still fulfilling a depraved fantasy.
Vinn’s glare heated. “Tell me about the others.”
“There’s only one, James. I bumped into him at a party. I made out with him, and I got drunk. I woke up on the couch. My jeans were down, and his finger was on my clit.”
Vinn’s calm expression shattered. A severity rippled over his brows. “The same James at the bar.”
“Yes.”
“And he fucked you?”
“No, no. I pushed him off and left.”
He smoldered for a few moments. “What about the man who gave you the necklace?”
“What necklace?”
“You wear it almost every day.”
“Uh—we never even kissed.” A fierce blaze claimed my cheeks. “I loved him, but it was unrequited. That’s all.”
“He never touched you?”
Not until now.
I pressed my lips together and shook my head.
He forced air through gritted teeth. “What was your first time like?”
“I’m a virgin.”
He snorted.
“It’s the truth.”
Vinn looked at me for a while. “You should’ve told me.”
“Would you have treated me differently?”
“I guess not.” He flipped my skirt over my waist, his palm stroking the inside of my thigh. “How many sex toys do you have?”
“A few.”
“Like? Don’t get shy on me.”
I mumbled a response.
“Liana.”
“A few dildos and…butt plugs.”
A grin split his face. “You want to be taken in the ass?”
“I-I’d like to try.”
“Good to know.”
He slipped under my skirt, teasing my thighs before he tugged. Vinn taking off my clothes was magic, like the sweet kisses he planted under my jaw. They blazed as the fabric rolled off, exposing the pink triangle of my panties. I shuddered as the skirt glided down, and then he ripped it from my ankles.
He nudged my knees apart. His hands explored me, canvassing my legs, tracing my bikini.
I groaned. “Let me touch you.”
“Not yet.”
He smiled into my neck, nipping me. He sucked hard until a patch of skin burned, and then he lowered to my nipple to raise another mark. He cupped my ass, his fingers riding my seam. He pushed into me, still on the outside of my underwear.
I moaned, and then he slid my bikini to the side, sliding into my wetness. He massaged my clit. He descended to my wet mound, slipping in the river of my arousal.
I shut my thighs.
Vinn slapped my knee. “Open.”
I obeyed, and he resumed the slow stroking. A flat pressure curled over my pussy. His hand curved into my folds, testing my entrance. One finger sank into me.
Desperate sounds ripped from me.
“You could be telling the truth. Maybe you clench your thighs every time I touch you. Do you put your hand between your legs and wish it was my cock?”
My mouth parted. “Yes.”
He tore me from the chair. My knees hit the desk before he forced me to bow. My belly pressed into the wood. My toes skimmed the floor. Then he gathered my wrists.
Shit.
He snapped his palm over my butt. The bite of it seeped into my flesh. He spanked me again. A yell burst from my closed lips. He stroked the burn. He touched where I clenched madly on emptiness. Then he fucked me with a finger.
I drowned in a pool of silky pleasure as I sealed around the hardness, aching for longer. Thicker. I pushed against him.
“Oh, Vinn. That’s so good.”
“Want more?”
“Yes, I do. I really do.”
He slapped the fullest part of my ass.
It seared with a blooming pain. The sting of his blows radiated to my pussy, throwing gasoline on an already raging fire. His fingers plunged inside me, the wet sounds filling the room. He pulled out of me and whacked my ass. He rubbed my clit hard.
Holy fuck.
A searing wave twitched my hips. My orgasm smashed into me and left me reeling. Rich groans erupted from my mouth. I was a discarded marionette, but the relief I sought never came. My pussy still contracted. I groaned with a sharp frustration as Vinn yanked me from the desk.
His eyes sparkled as he cradled my heaving body. He watched me with a wicked smile as he ran a finger down my side, as though he loved how I shuddered. There was laughter in his gaze clouded with suspicion.
He tossed me onto the bed.
I slashed at his shirt, clawing it off in my haste. He threw it aside, and I grabbed the bulge straining his slacks. He sucked in when I squeezed him and broke from my grip to remove his pants, and suddenly his weight settled over me.
I gasped at the sensation of being held against a naked man. I expected him to throw me onto the mattress and rut me, but Vinn explored my curves, easing my thighs apart with a tap. He closed the distance. His heartbeat hammered my chest.
“You really want this. With me.”
I bit my lip, fighting the grin. “Yes.”
Vinn said nothing for a while. He stroked my hair, front to back, his fingers tingling my shoulders as they skated down.
“I trust you.”
He nodded, and he drew me into a soft kiss.
A hardness nudged my pussy, dropping into my wetness. He inched forward. He was so hot and thick, like a fist wedging me open.
I grimaced.
Vinn paused. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just—are you all the way inside?”
“Not even close, baby.”
Baby.
My heart sang as he claimed my mouth, his hips rocking slowly. I’d played around with so many toys that it wasn’t torture, but he was big enough to make me wince. He rained kisses on me as he pulsed, his strokes deepening into thrusts that stole my breath. His ragged breathing hitched with an anchoring thrust. The full length of him pushed into me.
A sharp agony split me in two. I fought to inhale, my palms slipping off his neck.
“That’s all of me. Li, breathe.”
“Trying.”
He pulled back, relieving the pressure. He caught my leg, sliding his touch to my knee, which he marked with a love bite. Eyes shut, he rolled his hips.
The fullness from this position ripped a groan from me. I hissed as the pain melted into sweetness. The more he fucked me, the less it hurt. My thighs relaxed, and we settled into a comfortable rhythm. God, I needed our mouths touching—not having anything but the sheets to grasp made this unbearable.
Vinn had plenty of me. He gripped my hip, then he shifted to my waist and belly, cupping my breast. He punched forward with deeper thrusts. Ecstasy glowed through me like warm honey.