Vince

Ready, Set, Blow

I groaned, "I want to know what it means."

Vince bit the lobe of my ear and my breath hitched.

"I'll tell you when I'm ready," Vince spoke quietly.

I groaned loudly to show how I felt, but Vince placed his lips against my neck and my groan subsided. My eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. All of my focus was on his lips against my skin.

I was starting to regret skipping out on wearing a bra when my nipples hardened at his touch. They were more sensitive than usual, as I could feel sensations shoot through them as Vince's chest brushed against mine.

Vince removed his lips, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with me, "Let me finish making lunch."

I was too stimulated to go sit back in my seat and watch him cook. I had other ideas. I nodded and Vince helped me down off the counter. He started pulling the shrimp closer to himself, distracted by the task.

I dropped to my knees and pulled him free of his boxers. I wrapped my mouth around him before he could stop me. I peered up at him through my eyelashes and watched as his eyes closed.

His hands rest on the countertop, the muscles in his forearms flexing. I moved my mouth down his length and watched his hands grab the edge of the counter. I felt one of his hands come to my hair, grabbing a fistful of it.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from his face, wanting to watch him as he went over the edge. His length throbbed in my mouth, and I knew he was close. I could hear him cursing under his breath, the sound encouraging me.

He came, and I released him from my mouth. I got to my feet just as Vince had started composing himself. I smiled at him and he tried to bring his breathing down to a more acceptable level.

"I hate when you do that," Vince said.

"What?" The smile fell from my face.

"I've spent a long time learning how to control myself and the second you come along, I lose it. It's not fair," He mumbled.

"I won't do it again." I deflated.

"Fuck, Rhia," Vince shook his head, "That's not what I mean. You have to give me a second."

He closed his eyes, breathing heavily. Finally, he opened them.

"I don't hate it. God, the opposite," Vince laughed, "I'm just not used to it."

I scrunched up my eyebrows and he continued, "You, I, fuck."

"I don't understand."

"I have no control around you. It's like everything you do turns me on and I feel like a horny teenager again."

I was still confused, "And that's a bad thing?"

"No! No. Fuck. I can't begin to explain myself." Vince ran his fingers through his hair, "It's complicated."

"Try?" I asked.

"It usually takes a lot more for me to cum. But you, you get on your knees and it's like I've never been touched before."

"And is that good or bad?" I asked, trying to get an answer that made sense.

"Rhia, you're perfect. Everything you do is perfect. I just wish I had more control."

"Why?"

Vince took a deep breath, "Your doctor said you have to take it easy and I am fighting so damn hard not to touch you because if I do I'm going to hurt you."