Vince

Berry Bombshell

Hannah looked at me, weighing her options. We had never crossed this boundary before, and to do so was something we hadn't considered until this very moment. Her small fingers moved slowly down my body, as if she was still unsure as to whether she would or not.

She made her decision, slowly pushing the waistband of my pants out of her way. As she touched the tender flesh, I couldn't help but hiss at the feeling. She removed her hand, placing her finger to my lips.

I did what she wanted and pulled the finger into my mouth, running my tongue over the length. Her eyes never left my lips, even as she pulled the finger away. We snapped out of our trance, and she made her way back to her seat. Now, the eyes that didn't leave me belonged to Vince.

I couldn't read his face, but his eyes were hungry. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and I knew this game had gone too far.

"I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you guys later," I said, bolting to my room.

I laid awake for what felt like forever, only falling asleep after I had run out of things to think about. I was woken up after a knock sounded at my door, and assuming it was Hannah, I told them to come in. 

"Can I stay?" Vince asked.

"Sure, ask Hannah to get you things because I'm not getting up," I said, my groggy brain not really processing.

"Here." Vince pointed to the bed.

"No, this is my room."

"I know that," Vince said.

He walked over and laid down next to me, not allowing me time to figure out what he was doing. He threw the blankets over him and pulled my back into his chest.

"I'm not trying to pull anything. I just want you here," He whispered.

"Get out of my bed," I said.

"I didn't like watching you with Kaleb today. He likes you, and I wish he didn't."

"What? No he doesn't." I rolled over to face Vince.

"Who wouldn't?" Vince smiled a lazy smile.

I rolled my eyes, and then tried to push him out of my bed.

"Just cuddle with me damnit," Vince groaned.

"No."

He rolled onto his back, pulling my leg to rest between his. His fingers ran over the skin in a comforting manner, and I was too tired to keep up with my protest.

"I did like watching you with Hannah though," Vince laughed.

"I said I would fuck her and I meant it," I replied.

"I'm a guy, so tons of shit turns me on, but that was special," Vince said, more to himself than to me.

"Will you shut up so I can sleep?" I asked.

Vince adjusted himself to get more comfortable and in minutes he was asleep. I thought it would be a great idea to move away from him, but he woke up and pulled me back. The light sleeper would definitely ruin my own sleep, so I tried to make myself comfortable.

I woke up earlier than I've ever woken up, but there was no possible way to get back to sleep with the current heat coming off Vince's body. I felt like I was sweating enough to fill a bathtub. Speaking of bathtubs, I was thrilled to get up and use my own.

I weaseled my way out of his grasp and grabbed a towel, nearly running to get into the bathroom. I threw myself into the shower like I was a ballerina and the water was my partner I trusted way too much to catch me. My mind ached more than my body, so I spent the majority of my time just soaking in the serenity.