Vince

Connection

Because I was asked so nicely

The waitress blushed, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" Vince asked innocently.

"You're with someone," The waitress said like she was reminding Vince.

"She would also like your number."

The waitress seemed nervous, pulling out her phone and handing it to Vince. I kept my head down to try and avoid her noticing my heavy breathing. He handed her phone back, but caught her wrist before she could walk away.

"What time do you get off?"

"Eleven," She replied without thinking.

"Why don't you stop by when you're done," Vince slid her our extra room card and checked her name tag, "Laura."

She took it and hurried off. I looked at Vince like he'd gone insane, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Are you uncomfortable with a threesome?" Vince asked.

"What the hell? Maybe," My pitch changed every time Vince moved his fingers.

"I think you're forgetting that I can feel just how turned on you are, and I don't think you're that uncomfortable."

Vince removed his fingers and I quickly moved my dress into place.

"But, if you don't want to, I can call Laura back and give her the bad news."

I mulled over the idea, considering how bad it would turn out if I went through with it. I tried using the part of my brain that wasn't horny, but it was silent. Vince paid the bill and took my hand, taking me out of the restaurant.

My legs felt wobbly, but Vince wasn't slowing down. He didn't stop until we entered the hotel room. I leaned against the door to try and remember how it came to this, but everything was so clouded I forgot.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Vince asked, rolling his jacket off his arms.

I watched the simple motion entranced. His clothes fit his body so well, especially where his short sleeves hugged his biceps. His hands were soft, but they didn't look like they would be. His dark hair was like silk in my fingers.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Vince asked.

"Like what?"

"Like you're undressing me with your eyes."

"I am."

A small smile appeared on Vince's lips, and he came towards me, his beautiful eyes doing the same as mine. He connected his lips to my neck, sucking harshly at a spot near my jaw. My hips rolled into his, and he picked me up by my thighs, wrapping my legs around him. He dropped me on the bed, our bodies never disconnecting.

Vince drug his fingers over my skin, removing my clothes as he did so. His head went in between my legs. His tongue ran over my core, forcing my body off the bed. He brought his fingers back to my entrance, teasing me by halting his movement.

"Is Kaleb really your favorite?" Vince asked.

"No," I replied.

"Don't lie to me Rhia."

"I promise," I said a little aggressively.

"Who is?" Vince asked.

His fingers entered me just as I replied "You."

I could feel the smile that covered Vince's face as he placed his lips to random areas of my skin, leaving hickies along the way. He finally pressed his lips to mine, silencing me as he did.