Finally.
Fucking finally.
My favorite word just became “when.” After agonizing weeks of her insisting it’s if, if we fuck, now it’s when. As in, when we fuck. It’s going to be spectacular.
Hell, I could pick Vanessa up and slam her on my cock right here and now in the elevator and die a happy man. God knows she seemed to like when Gavin dry humped her into the hard floor. And this time at least all her injuries have healed.
Titus, the son of a bitch, was right about ignoring her to make progress. She really is jealous of the other women I spoke to, I looked at, I touched. In the club, I didn’t feel a thing for any of those girls who so desperately wanted to ride my cock. I may have even had them before. I can’t remember. The only woman in the world who exists for me now is Vanessa.
My palm squeezes a handful of her fine ass about to pick her up when she moans, “Dante” against my lips. It sounds like a goddamn prayer.
But instead of asking for more, she groans and slips her hands from the death grip on my neck to slide them down flat against my chest, pushing me away.
Fuck.
The eyes on us look away in a hurry when we stop kissing. I even make my hand release her ass and tug the hem of her dress back down.
“What happened to when?” I growl in frustration.
Vanessa lowers her eyes and shakes her head. “I can’t,” she says to my stomach. “I can’t sleep with you.”
I grab her chin between my finger and thumb to make her look up at me. “Sure, you can. You’ve been sleeping with me for weeks now.”
No matter how bad the nightmares, the horrible memories, the worry, when I wake up and see her lying beside me, I’m grounded again. The past goes back to the past because I have Vanessa in my present, however temporary that may be.
She sighs and tries to look away, but I don’t let her. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Tell me why not?”
“I just can’t,” she whispers, her green eyes hazy with lust that’s quickly fading. “I’m sorry. Flirting with you, teasing you is wrong because nothing is going to happen between us.”
“Something already has, butterfly,” I assure her as I press my lips to hers once, testing the waters. Twice. She doesn’t pull away and kisses me back by the third, leaving me even more confused.
Nothing? She thinks our kiss was nothing?
The doors on the elevator open, causing a rush of cool air to fill the stuffy space. The elevator is thankfully emptying as we finally get closer to the penthouse. I really need to install a faster, private one.
Since I know I’m not going to get any answers from her on here, I let Vanessa’s chin go, and after a second, she turns around again.
The mirror captures the various emotions as they cross her face. She lifts her fingertips to her swollen, kissed lips as if she’s not sure if it really happened. Then, her brow furrows like she’s as baffled as I am as to why she stopped. But finally, her jaw tightens as if she’s determined to continue being stubborn.
As soon as we’re locked inside the bedroom alone, I say, “Talk to me, Vanessa.”
“I told you,” she replies as if I’m supposed to just give up, climb into bed with her tonight, and not lay a hand on her.
“Well, tell me more.”
“I don’t know. I’m just…I’m not ready yet.”
Not ready yet. This can’t be about her ex, can it? Or Gavin screwing her over, setting up Mitchell. “They’re both gigantic pricks.”
“I know that! But it doesn’t change the fact that it hurt to be cheated on or manipulated.”
Ouch. While I assume she’s referring to Gavin doing the manipulating, it doesn’t mean I’m not guilty of it as well.
“You’re not going to forgive Mitchell, are you?”
“No, definitely not. Now that we’re over, I realize it never felt right with him.”
“That kiss was right, even if you won’t admit it,” I point out to her. When she doesn’t say anything, when she doesn’t agree, it blows my fucking mind. The stubborn woman isn’t going to budge another inch. At least not tonight, despite the hot as hell kiss on the elevator.
I try not to let my disappointment show. She let me kiss her and grab her ass. That’s more than she’s allowed in two weeks. That’s progress, and I still have sixty-two days left to convince her to give me more. That’s why I have no choice but to capitulate, at least for now. “Fine. I can wait.”
She scoffs. “You can wait?”
“I’ve waited this long, haven’t I? We can…take things slow if you admit one thing to me.”
“What?”
“That you were jealous.”
“Did you…did you do that tonight to get back at me?”
“Did you fucking hate watching them grind all over me?”
“Yes,” she answers softly.
“Then now you know how I felt finding you under the stripper without him having to do more than crook his finger at you.”
“I…Gavin and I spent time talking every day for months in the lounge. It wasn’t just one little crook of his finger.”
Since I don’t want to hear about how much she wanted the stripper, I go back to my original point. “Tell me, Vanessa. Say the words, and I swear I won’t let another woman near me as long as you’re staying here.”
“As long as I’m staying here?”
“Yes. All sixty-something days that are left, right?” I ask like I don’t know the exact number.
“And after the sixty-something days? What happens then?”
“Then you go back to your life, and I go back to mine.”
“So, if I fucked you tomorrow, you wouldn’t throw me out?”
“Hell, no. I’d fuck you as many times as possible in the rest of the sixty-something days.”
“But then that’s it?”
“That’s it. Is that acceptable?”
“I don’t know yet,” she replies, confusing the shit out of me. Shoving her fingers through her long hair, she adds, “But I will admit that yes, I was jealous of those dancers. I don’t want you to be with another woman while I’m here.”
Thank fuck.
“And I don’t have any experience going slow, but I’m sure I can figure it out,” I concede. “You seem to like kissing me, so we can stick with that until you ask me for more.”
“That’s it? You’ll just keep your hands off me and every other woman and only kiss me, nothing else until I ask?”
Closing the distance between us, I sweep her hair over each shoulder. “No. I think I’ll make you beg.”
“Beg? You think you can make me beg?”
Instead of arguing with her, that she will one day beg me to fuck her, I cup her face in both of my hands to slant my mouth over hers.
She thankfully doesn’t push me away. No, she kisses me back, just as enthusiastically as on the elevator. Her hands on my sides even try to pull me closer.
When I press the front of our bodies together, Vanessa moans but rips her mouth from mine.
“It’s going to be difficult for me to believe you’ll go slow with your hard dick always between us.”
Sighing, I stare down at my tented pants and ask her honestly, “What would you like me to do about it? I can’t help it if I get hard whenever I see you. It’s not like I can tuck all this away.”
I really like the way Vanessa’s eyes lower to examine my stiff cock. She obviously wants it; she just won’t give in. Yet.
Wetting her lips, she finally lifts her eyes back to mine. “The other night, you were about to…you know, when you played that video.”
“Ah, you want to watch me stroke my dick? In front of you?”
“Yes.” Her answer comes even faster than I expected. “Just to different porn, obviously.”
I run my index finger over my bottom lip, thinking that over. “I’m not used to having to get myself off.”
Vanessa rolls her eyes and sits on the edge of the mattress. “Oh, really?”
“If I want to come, I usually just ask someone, and it happens.” There are always women around me, willing and ready.
“But I’m sure you do remember how to do it, right?” She wants me to jerk my dick like a teenager in front of her, when all I can do is imagine how good her mouth or pussy will feel. God help me.
“I guess I can give it a try.”
First things first, I remove my jacket and shoulder holster, tossing them both down on the bench at the foot of the bed. Next, my fingers begin undoing all the little buttons on my dress shirt. The entire time, Vanessa watches me like a hawk. I tug my undershirt off over my head at the same time I slip off my dress shoes. Finally, I begin undoing my pants. There’s nothing underneath as they drop to the floor, setting my hard cock free. It bobs around as I reach down to remove the pants and my socks.
Unlike the other nights before and after my shower, Vanessa doesn’t even pretend to hide that she’s examining every inch of me, especially the ones between my legs.
Taking myself in my hand for a long stroke from base to tip, I ask her, “Do you mind finding me something to help get me nice and slick?”
“Ah. Okay.” She sort of stumbles off the bed heading for the bathroom, giving me a wide berth, making me bite back a smile.
And when she returns, handing me a little bottle of her cactus blossom lotion, I arch a single eyebrow at her.
Rolling her emerald eyes, she huffs, “It’s not like it’s prickly like a cactus. It smells good.”
Popping the top, I hold it up to my nose to take a whiff. Damn. It does smell nice, sweet, tropical, and warm. It smells like her.
Squeezing some of the white lotion onto my palm, I toss the bottle onto the mattress in front of where Vanessa settles back in to watch, then rub the lotion up and down my aching length.
It feels really fucking good to get some friction, just not as good as a mouth or pussy. Knowing Vanessa is watching does make it hotter than if I were alone. I want to put on a show for her, to make her think about how it will feel when I’m thrusting inside of her.
I place one knee then the other on top of the bench, kneeling facing her to give her a nice view, leaning back a little as I jerk off.
“Do you think about my dick sliding in and out of your mouth?” I ask her as I begin to make long, twisting strokes up and down my shaft. “Because I do. All the damn time. Before we even started our arrangement.”
“S-seriously?”
“Oh, yeah. When my dick was in someone else’s mouth, I thought of yours.”
“Mine?”
“Uh-huh. Your red lipstick? I want it smeared up and down my shaft.”
“Why my mouth?” she asks softly.
“Why not your sexy mouth?” Closing my eyes, I conjure up the image of her crawling over and opening her mouth wide for me to use it. My hand moves faster as I get closer to a release. Wanting the show to last a little longer, I reach down with my left hand to tug on my balls, but that just feels so good I moan. On the next slide of my fist, I feel the drops of precum on the tip, so I spread them around with the lotion.
When I open my eyes again, Vanessa’s face is flushed, her lips parted, eyes glazed over watching intently.
“If you lifted your dress and shoved your fingers in your panties, I would come so hard.”
Surprising me, she actually does what I ask, going up on her knees, and slipping her hand under her dress. Of course, she doesn’t lift it for me to see her touch herself, but I know what she’s doing under there when she gasps and her hips swivel.
Vanessa drops back down on her heels as her eyes squeeze shut. Her lips part, but no sound comes out as she shudders through the fastest fucking orgasm I’ve ever seen.
Thinking about her pussy getting drenched with her arousal makes my cock twitch. Imagining that hot, wet heaven throbbing around my dick would be a dream come true.
A few strokes later and I’m grunting from the force of the pleasure bursting free. I catch most of my release in my hand, absently reaching for my discarded tee to clean up the rest before it gets on the bed or my suit.
A sense of sated peace fills me up after the final tremor. The serene look on Vanessa’s face says she feels it too.
Now I may actually be able to sleep in the bed next to her tonight without tossing the wall of pillows out of the way to climb on top of her and fuck her into the mattress.
