Unforgivable Ties

Chapter 18

Stephanie

I t felt like my body was on fire. All I could do since that night at the lounge was think about Vincenzo. When I pulled him in for a hug, I felt just how muscular he really was and how perfectly my body fit against his.

How would he feel inside of me? God, I bet the stretch would be amazing. The very thought of it sent flushes of heat rolling through me. Oh, his hands, those large hands; I could envision them on me—tracing the contours, exploring the terrain. There was a certain rawness about him that was incredibly enticing.

I had all these lewd thoughts and hadn’t been able to get any release. I was either at school, work, or home with Vincenzo. For some reason, I was paranoid he’d hear the buzzing of my vibrator coming from my room, so I never used it when he was home. And, unfortunately for me, our schedules tended to line up often.

My panties were soaked, and it was so bad I worried the cotton wouldn’t be able to contain the slick and it would drip down my thighs. I walked through our giant apartment lobby, desperate to get inside the penthouse.

I knew Vincenzo wouldn’t be home today, and I would have ample time to give myself as many orgasms as I needed. I cursed the place for being so nice—the lobby was giant, and the walk felt eternal.

I had almost reached the elevators when I heard a familiar voice in front of me.

“Stephanie?” Preston stood in the lobby, looking confused why I was there.

Well, seeing him was an instant way to stop the sopping mess in my panties. What was a waterfall became the Sahara desert.

“Uh...yeah,” I responded awkwardly.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

I dodged his question, instead choosing to echo his. “Well, what are you doing here?”

“I live here.”

Fuck. He must have moved from his other fancy ass apartment complex to this fancier ass apartment complex, all on Mommy and Daddy’s dime.

“That’s nice,” I said, adjusting my backpack strap. “Anyways, I’m just gonna go—”

“You never answered my question,” he deadpanned.

“Not that it’s any of your business,” I said nonchalantly, “But I live here with my boyfriend.”

His eyes widened before quickly being replaced by a scowl. “That thug?”

His venomous words hit me harder than I expected. I tightened my grip around my backpack strap, my nails digging into the fabric. I started walking away from Preston, not wanting to continue our conversation.

He didn’t take the hint, and followed me to the elevators. “Haven’t you only been dating him for a few months?”

“It’s none of your business.”

I spammed the up arrow on the elevator panel, willing the damn thing to come faster. I could feel Preston’s gaze boring into the side of my face, but I refused to acknowledge him.

“What does he even do for work?” Preston continued to interrogate me, sending me rapid-fire questions about Vincenzo.

The elevator dinged and the door opened just in time, offering me a respite from his pointed questions. I stepped in with a hasty “goodbye,” before spamming the door shut button.

I sighed as the elevator ascended and the tension in my shoulders began to subside. It was as if being in Preston’s presence had added weight there. I should be used to his prying questions and horrid remarks by now. If we weren’t going to be stuck together for two more years in medical school, I would have definitely given him a piece of my mind. The minute we graduate, I was going to tear into him.

I tapped the keycard again and the elevator doors opened, revealing the giant penthouse. Vincenzo was crazy for having an apartment this big and even crazier for sharing it with me.

Vincenzo. Even a mundane thought about him brought back the tingling in my lower abdomen. I definitely needed to take care of this ache that had been eating away at me.

I dropped my backpack on the living room floor and walked to my room, shutting the door behind me. I slid out of my dress and reached for my vibrator and toy that I kept in my bedside table, feeling a surge of anticipation.

I settled on the bed, taking off my panties before grabbing my toys. I was so wet from thinking about Vincenzo that I didn’t even need to prep myself. The phallic toy slid right into me and I immediately let out a moan, the pent-up tension releasing in waves. As I switched on the vibrator, thoughts of Vincenzo flooded my mind—his tattooed, sculpted body, long hair, and giant hands.

My breath hitched as I pictured him running his large hands down my naked body, tracing a path from my collarbone down to my waist, then further down where I ached for him. As I imagined him whispering Italian sweet nothings into my ear, the effect nearly had me curled up in pleasure.

The vibrator hummed against my sensitive spot, and I threw my head back against the pillows. I was lost in the throes of pleasure, and wasn’t being quiet. I whimpered and moaned, my fantasies amplifying the sensation.

I pictured Vincenzo’s face between my thighs, his dark eyes staring up at me with a wicked intensity that made my heart pound against my chest. His tongue lapping up my wetness like a man starved, only to plunge deep within me, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me.

My first orgasm hit me like a truck. I cried out, my cunt fluttering around the toy in spasms of bliss.

But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

I continued fantasizing about him, about what it would feel like to have his large, muscular body hovering on top of mine. How his kisses would taste with my nectar still coating his tongue as my hands explored his tattooed body. It was a deliciously sinful fantasy, one that had my second orgasm cresting in no time at all.

That should have been enough, but I found myself once again pressing the vibrator to my clit. I pictured him tossing my legs over his shoulders, barely able to hold back in anticipation of entering me. He would line himself up with my entrance before grabbing my hips and thrusting deep into me. I could imagine his groan of satisfaction as he slid in, the feel of his heated skin burning against my own. The way his eyes would darken with desire, a possessive growl slipping past his lips as he claimed me.

I whined and moaned, wishing it was actually Vincenzo’s dick in my pussy instead of this toy. It was too small. Ever since he mentioned his size in comparison to my toy, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. I’d have to buy myself a bigger one.

But this would have to do for now—I fantasized about the way Vincenzo would groan as he grew closer to his peak, and imagined the sweat beading on his tattooed body as he fought to maintain his control. His chest heaving with labored breaths, his muscles flexing beneath my touch. He would throw his head back, gritting his teeth as he held back, determined to make me climax one more time before his release.

I pictured him slamming his hips into mine, desperate to push his seed as far into me as he could. Hot ropes of come would coat my insides, each spurt triggering wave after wave of pleasure through me. I would convulse around him, my inner walls gripping him tight as my release overtook me.

I cried out as I came again, wishing it was Vincenzo inside of me instead of the toy. But I was sated for now. My desires quieted to a dull hum, and a satisfied moan slipped past my lips as I lowered the vibrator away from my spent body.

I was thirsty from whining and how sweaty I had gotten from my orgasms. Tossing my toys aside—I’d clean them up later—I slid my panties on, grimacing at the stickiness in the crotch. I needed a shower after this.

I didn’t bother changing out of my underwear to go to the kitchen, since Vincenzo wasn’t home. As I opened my bedroom door and turned right, I was shocked to find him standing there in front of me.

“V-Vincenzo,” I said, all the color draining from my face. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” he said, smirking at me, his eyes smoldering with an intense hunger that I had only fantasized about earlier. There was a confident, dominant aura around him that made my knees weak. His tall frame filled the hallway as he leaned against the wall, arms folded over his broad chest.

“Right,” I responded. “Right.”

“Were you having fun in there?”

I gasped, a flush creeping up my neck and cheeks. How much had he heard? “What did you hear?” I managed to say.

“Everything,” he said, giving me a rare laugh. “You aren’t quiet.”

My cheeks ignited with embarrassment. I wanted to melt into the floor knowing he heard me touching myself while crying out like an animal in heat. At least I hadn’t moaned his name.

“You know I’m just down the hall, right?” he said causally. “You don’t have to do it yourself.”

“Quit fucking with me!” I said. Tears welled in my eyes from my mortification. “I’m already embarrassed enough as it is.”

He pressed my barely clothed body against the wall and leaned into it. I could feel his hardness digging into me, begging to be let out of his pants. I gasped at the size; he wasn’t lying when he made the comment about how big it was.

“You did this,” he whispered into my ear. “Those cute little noises you made when you touched yourself had me ready to break down your door.”

“Huh?” I asked.

I was so confused. I never thought he would look at me that way. For him, I was just a stray pet he had brought into his house...right?

“I am going to explode if I don’t take care of this,” he said, grinding his hard length against me. He ran his hands up my thighs to the curve of my ass, playing with the elastic of my panties. “So I’m going to fuck my fist while I think of how badly I want to be inside of you.”

He pulled away from me, his eyes blown wide with lust.

“You are more than welcome to join me.”

Then, with a swift movement, he pulled away from me. I tumbled forward, my body like a magnet wanting him to come back. As I steadied myself against the wall, his scent lingered, heavy and masculine, inciting a thrill that tingled through my veins. The faint hint of cologne and sweat was intoxicating, helping to mask the reality of what had just happened.

“Get a grip,” I whispered to myself.

There was no way I could follow him into his room. If we had sex, too many things would go wrong. It would get awkward, and our easy camaraderie would dissolve into something messy and complicated. I would get more attached than I was now, while he continued to see me as...what did he see me as?

Thank god I had just had three orgasms and was able to think clearly. If I was still as horny as I was when I walked into the apartment earlier, I would have run to his room.

So, my gaze lingered on his bedroom door before I turned and walked to the kitchen.