' ICE CREAM AND CIGARETTES ' - vinnie hacker

4; god isn't here

he began slowly moving his hand further and further down. reese's eyes grew wide when she realized what was going on, "this is-"

"will you let me release your stress? let me make it up to you?"

yet again, her cheeks were hot; except this time it was in arousal instead of anger.

she had morals. she knew that she hated this man, she hated everything he stood for, she hated the way they met, and she hated his stupid face. if she was in her right mind, she would've pushed him away and said no. she would've called him crazy, left his apartment, and called the landlord.

but, as we previously clarified, reese is not in her right mind.

"okay." she responded, barely above a whispered.

not only because she was breathless, but also because she was deeply ashamed of the heat that was forming between her legs from this situation.

every ounce of shame she felt immediately disappeared when she felt his lips on hers, though.

his lips tasted like vanilla, which just so happened to be her go-to dessert flavor. she couldn't get enough.

vinnie's thoughts weren't much different than hers. he had waited for this moment since the day he saw her tanning on that balcony, and her kisses were so much better than he imagined. it made him wonder if her other lips were just as soft.

he sucked on her bottom lip, only to pull away and began kissing down her jaw. "such a tease. wearing those skirts, saying my name like we're in a fucking porno. you wanted this so bad, didn't you?" he spoke against her neck as he kissed it over and over.

reese decided not to respond. she didn't want to do any speaking. she'd let her body do all the talking for her.

she just whimpered helplessly as she felt vinnie's hand slip under her skirt, making it ride up as he moved his hand to where she needed him most.

"so hot, must be aching, huh?" vinnie asked her, once again getting no response other than small whimpers, as he kissed down her upper body. he got down on his knees, becoming eye-level with her pussy as he pulled her skirt down.

"please," reese whimpered quietly.

so much for the no-talking-rule.

"please what?" he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked up at her, pretending to be clueless. he wanted to hear her say it, he wanted to hear her tell him how much she needed him.

"vinnie," she said breathlessly. she didn't want to say it. she didn't want to admit the fact that she wanted to kill this man 20 minutes ago, and now she wants his lips on her clit.

"what, peach? you were saying so much earlier, now you can't speak?" he spoke in a mockingly sweet voice.

"p-please eat me out." she whispered.

vinnie's smirk grew. he wish she would've said it louder, but it'll do. for now, at least.

he placed a kiss on her clothed clit, smiling when her hips jutted before pulling slowly pulling her underwear down her legs.