Flicking on the light, she turned around and froze.
“I could have been anyone,” he said.
“Anyone wouldn’t have snuck into someone’s apartment,” she said. “How did you get in here?”
“I have a key.”
She saw Vincenzo held a set of keys within his grasp. “This isn’t even a little bit funny.”
“I’m not laughing. I find your safety important.”
“I thought that was the reason I wouldn’t see you again. My safety.”
“It seems that I may have hit a bit of a snag.”
“Snag?”
“Yes. You see. One night wasn’t enough for me. Take off your jacket.”
“No.”
He raised his brow.
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
“You want me to leave?”
“I want to know why you’re here?”
“I’m here because I want to fuck you again, Arika. Tell me in the past two weeks you’ve not thought about me?”
She licked her lips, refusing to confirm or deny him.
“You have thought about me. Don’t worry, sweetheart. You don’t need to say anything. I can see the truth in your eyes. I was the first man in that tight little cunt, ass, and mouth. I’ll answer first. I’ve done nothing but think about you.”
“How many women have you been with while you’ve been thinking about me?” she asked.
She wouldn’t be jealous. There’s no way she’d give him that kind of power again.
“None.”
“None?”
“That’s right. Have you had any men trying to come and take what is mine?”
“No.”
He gave her that smirk, which she hated.
“I’ve been busy.”
“You can blame your lack of fucking of other men on anything you want, but you and I both know it’s because you want me. No man will ever match up to your first.”
“So, I won’t match up to the other women you’ve been with?” she asked.
“It’s a little different for men. Women have a tendency to blend in together.”
“Charming.”
“Unless of course there’s one woman. Take off your clothes, Arika. I know you want my mouth on that pretty pussy. I can see it in your eyes.”
He stood up, but he didn’t make a move toward her.
She watched as he removed his jacket, then began to unbutton his shirt.
“You’re so sure about this.”
“When it comes to you, I can read you like a book. You want my cock. You just don’t like that you want to use me as much as I want to use you, and believe me, I do. I want to fuck you until you can’t think straight.”
The shirt fell to the floor, and he kicked off his shoes then his trousers until he stood naked.
He then sat down on her rather threadbare sofa. She did have a throw over it to hide how worn the fabric was. He wrapped his fingers around his dick, running his hand up and down the length. The tip glistened with pre-cum.
She remembered what it felt like to have him in her mouth. To suck on his dick, to feel him filling her with his cum before swallowing it all.
“There’s nothing wrong with using each other. You’ve not found a man. No one knows I’m here so you’re more than safe. Come on, Arika. Use me. Make me fuck you. Let me show you how much I’ve missed you. There’s nothing wrong with taking your pleasure how you want it.”
Pulling her bag off over her head, she then removed her jacket.
She hated how accurate he was. How much she had missed him. The fact that every single night she’d brought herself to orgasm with just the memory of him, pissed her off. She didn’t want him to have any kind of power over her, and yet, it seemed that no matter what she did, he owned a part of her.
He was her first.
The best moments of her life.
Driving her completely wild.
She’d wake up in the middle of the night, aching, sweat-slicked, desperate.
Opening the dress of her uniform, she stepped out of it, kicking off her shoes. Stepping closer to him, she removed her underwear.
Standing just out of his reach, she glared at him.
“This doesn’t mean that every single time you want to get your rocks off, you can come here.”
“Baby, I don’t just want to get my rocks off. I want to get my dick off.” He reached out, grabbing her hand and tugging her close.
She stepped toward him, staring into his eyes as his hand went between her thighs. She opened her legs and moaned as he started to finger-fuck her pussy, stroking inside her, pulling out to tease her clit. He circled her bud, flicking his finger back and forth, making her even more wet.
He pushed two fingers inside her, and she started to work herself onto them.
“That’s right. See, you want this as well. I can give you what you want, Arika, and I take what I want.”
When she was close to coming, he pulled out.
She growled his name, but he didn’t make her wait long. He pulled her over his thighs so that she was straddling him. Vincenzo took the lead. Putting his cock at her entrance, he slowly began to fill her. She thrust down, taking him in. It was a tight fit but nothing like the pain she experienced that first time.