Unzip

Unzip
Vinorca Jona POV 

He didn’t look like he was agreeing. The way he said those words didn’t sound good at all.

Why were his legs still spread? And why wasn’t he moving? If he was fine with my denial, shouldn’t he make a move now?

Not that I wanted to deny him—it was just too much. What did he even mean by crawl or hop? Not happening.

“You’re not getting anything, Vin,” he said, spreading his legs wider.

“What do you mean?” I drawled.

He tapped his fingers against his chin, the movement slow and deliberate. Or maybe I was just desperate enough to find anything he did seductive. “I’m not going to help you through your heat if you can’t do the work. Why should I be the one doing everything?”

Okay. Did I hear him correctly? Or was the fever scrambling my brain?

Because what the fuck. He really knew how to land a hit.

“Dante, are you even hearing yourself? What are you on?” I tried to shout, but my voice came out strained. “You know I’m burning up. How the hell did you come up with this shitty demand?”

“Nothing’s free, bunny. I’m not going to lift a finger if you won’t lift yourself to crawl,” he replied.

Digging a hole in the ground and burying myself would’ve been better than this.

Still, I settled onto my knees and lowered my hands to the floor, getting on all fours. My stomach twisted with a feeling I didn’t want to name.

Pleasure came first.

“Just like that, baby. Ass up, eyes on me. You’re doing great.”

I lifted my gaze to meet his, and my body responded to his command before my mind could catch up—arching exactly the way he wanted.

As if my body wasn’t listening to me anymore. Only him.

Was this what I wanted from him? Praise? It had to be some kind of kink I desperately wanted to deny.

“You’re really something,” I muttered, stopping between his parted legs. I folded back onto my heels, sitting upright.

“Baby, you look so pretty like this.” He lifted his hand from where it rested and grabbed my chin, his thumb dragging across my lower lip.

“Now what?”

“Unzip the zipper, bunny, and gag yourself with the prize of your efforts.”

I’d known Dante for so long, but he’d never looked this hot. Not until now. He removed his hand from my chin, and I reached for the zipper straining against his pants.

The fabric stretched tight from his manspreading. Not that I’d never given him a blowjob before, but that had been forced. This time, I was the one taking the lead. All of me.

I slid the zipper down and slipped my hand inside, pulling him free. He tilted slightly under his own weight.

“Unbutton my pants too, so you can have free access—balls to tip.”

I swallowed hard, staring at the thick length standing at attention. How was he even controlling himself while this hard?

I pulled my hand back and reached for the button on his waistband, but his fingers intercepted mine.

“With your teeth. It’s magnetic—easy to undo.”

“You’re really getting ahead of yourself.”

“Of course I am. When will I get another opportunity like this—one where you’re the one who wants me?”

His words left me reeling. I didn’t know he could wield them like this. “Let go of my hands. How am I supposed to do anything with you being the obstacle?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled as he released me, and I nearly sprawled forward onto the floor.

He just called me ma’am.

That single word sent a rush straight through me. I arched forward, bringing my lips to the button. The metal burned cold against my tongue as I caught it between my teeth and pulled upward. Within seconds, it came undone.

His cock brushed against my chin, and I jolted.

“Vin, you’re really something. How come I never knew you had this kind of vibe in you? So wildly sexy.”

“Not my fault. You’re the one who never saw me as anything other than your revenge,” I remarked, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

“I’m seeing now. Show me, baby.”

His words wrapped around me, warm and dangerous, tugging at places I didn’t want him to see. My chest tightened, heat pooling low in my stomach in a way that had nothing to do with the heat.

I hated how easily he unraveled me.

“You talk too much,” I murmured, though the bite in my tone lacked conviction.

His lips curved, slow and knowing. “And you listen too closely.”

My fingers curled into the fabric of his thighs, grounding myself. The contact sent another unwanted tremor through me, my pulse hammering against my ribs as if it wanted to escape.

But I didn’t move away.

I leaned closer, my breath ghosting over his stomach. “Today I’m going to show you how it feels when someone steals your breath away.”

“I’m all for it, baby.”

I slid my chin along him, keeping my eyes locked on his. The veins dragged against my skin as neither of us broke eye contact.

When I reached his tip, I puckered my lips and kissed it softly. At least I wouldn’t humiliate myself by not knowing what to do—I knew exactly how. He’d forced me that day, and the memory was still burned into my head.

I could follow those movements and add my own touches. There was no way I wouldn’t get lost in this pleasure—my pussy throbbed with it.

“Don’t test my patience—” He cut himself off as I sucked the tip into my mouth. A moan tore from his throat instead.

Swirling my tongue, I started taking him deeper, inch by inch. My saliva slicked him as the roof of my mouth dragged along the veins running his length. He filled me completely, stretching my jaw, choking me with his size.

“Mhh… Vinorca…” His hand gripped the back of my neck.