Fetish

Fetish
Vinorca Jona POV

I'm doing something right. Maybe everything.

Bliss rolled through me at the sound of his moan.

My right hand cupped his balls, squeezing lightly as I sucked him deeper, his head grazing the back of my throat.

Something salty bloomed against my tongue, slick with saliva. His cock tightened, leaking, and his breath came in sharp, unraveling pulls.

I kept my gaze fixed on his face, fighting the sting threatening to spill from my eyes.

He looked like a man in heaven. And I was the one taking him there.

“Fuck, Vin, I'm coming,” he grunted, and then he was, shooting down the back of my throat, thick and salty, coating everything on the way down. I swallowed hard, every last drop, matching the depth of what he gave me.

“Bunny…” His voice trailed off on a breath he hadn't caught yet. I didn't pull back. “Your lips really have talent, baby.”

Slowly, I drew back, lips dragging over the wet, slick mess of him. “Not only these lips.” I licked them clean. “My other lips have a talent too.”

Cringe and shame ran deep in my bones. Saying that as a virgin made no sense, and I knew he was aware of it, had always been aware.

Why wouldn't he be? He'd made sure I never got to do anything, never got to enjoy anything. Not a single thing in my life.

“Big words, baby.” He slid his hands under my arms and lifted me onto the bed, then toed off his shoes and crawled toward me with something lazy and deliberate in the way he moved.

“You’re still lethal on your knees.” The words scraped out of my throat, and the moment they did, the pain hit me. Before, the adrenaline had swallowed it whole. Now it came back with teeth.

“Touché.”

His fingers wrapped around my thighs and pulled, sending me onto my back, hair splaying around me. “What are you going to do with me, Dante?” I lay there, all heat and awareness, smoldering, knowing exactly what he was going to do, knowing just as clearly what I wanted him to do.

A fuck? Sure. But him making me feel like I'm the one, the only one? That would be hell.

“Tell me what you want me to do, bunny.”

My thoughts were running too fast, the intensity of him messing with my head. “Fuck me to oblivion, Dante. Fuck me like I'm the one who owns you, even if it's just for one night.”

“You want to own me?” He stared at me like his gaze alone could strip me bare.

I tried not to laugh, because even I couldn't believe it. “Do me.” My fingers itched to touch him. “Get naked.”

His lips curled into a slow smile. “Bossy much, bunny?” He started unbuttoning his shirt, and when the scar on his abdomen came into view, my fingers moved there without permission.

I'd always wanted to ask about it. Even now, I couldn't make myself.

“I got this in a battle with the silver pack.” He said it like he'd read my mind. Within seconds he'd stripped down to his briefs, his cock still out and unashamed, not tucked away.

I looked hard, taking in all of him. “You're damn hot.” My thumb moved over the ridged scar, tracing it slowly.

“Bunny, should I take your clothes off, or are you going to give me a show?” He tucked a finger inside the neckline of my top. “I'd love the show. But I'm not patient right now.”

He leaned forward, his breath fanning warm across my mouth. “Then do yourself a favor and take mine off too.” I tipped my head up just enough to drag the tip of my nose along his bottom lip, my other hand sliding across the bare skin of his back.

“As you wish, baby bunny.” He sat back and pulled my top up. I lifted my body to help him, making it easier to strip everything away. Cold air brushed over my skin.

I was still in my underwear and bra, exposed and breathless, with nowhere left to hide.

He fondled my breast, grip firm but not cruel, not the kind I wanted to pull away from. “Why are you tormenting me? I'm boiling. Do something.” The words came out ragged, barely a mutter, everything inside me wound too tight to stay still.

“Someone's too eager.” A low chuckle fell against my skin, and somehow that sound alone sent heat coiling deeper.

Dante's lips hovered over mine as he slid his hand beneath my bra, palming me, his thumb finding my nipple and rubbing slow circles. A moan cracked open in my throat. He swallowed it with his mouth, his hips pressing forward until the hard head of his cock nudged my belly.

His other hand hooked into my underwear and dragged it down my thighs. Between one breath and the next, mid-kiss, he said, “You're so slick, baby.” His fingers ghosted over my wet folds.

“How many times are you going to fixate on my boobs, Dante? Starting to think it's a fetish.” I groaned it more than said it, because he'd been there before, and here he was again.

“I have a fetish for every part of you, bunny.” He began trailing kisses downward, lips dragging slowly over my skin while his cock slid along my torso, his hand still working my nipple, pinching, teasing.

His balls grazed between my thighs as his knee nudged my legs apart.

“Ugh—” The sound tore out of me before I could stop it, his tip dragging over my folds, the weight of his balls brushing my ass.

“Moan as loud as you want, Vin. I love it.” He notched the tip at my entrance. “Wet enough for my cock. Such a dripping pussy you have.”

“Dante.” My voice came out low and rough, surprising even me. “Stop playing. Give me what I want.”

Was that my voice? Or had taking him down my throat done something to it, stripped it raw and made it sound like that?

“God, I love that. Keep talking to me just like that.”