Page 10 of Actions and Reactions (All It Takes #5)

“I think I do need to catch up on work for an hour or two.” And maybe prepare myself better for whatever tonight might bring ... but I’m not going to say that to him. “But I can get some takeout and bring it over if you want.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he says and waves the suggestion away with a flick of his hand. “Just bring yourself over, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” I whisper.

He leans in to kiss me again, smiling so big he can barely close his lips enough for a kiss, but it’s still fucking perfect.

“This is nice,” I muse out loud, because I seriously have no clue what else to say.

I mean, Vinny’s apartment is nice. It’s all gray walls and big furniture in different shades of brown.

The leather couches complement the dark wood chairs well, and the big windows looking out at the Strip a few blocks away are spectacular, of course.

“Thanks,” he says, and though I think he’s trying to hide it, I can hear the twinge of nerves in his voice. “I ordered us Greek food, hope that’s okay?”

“Yeah, that’s perfect,” I tell him honestly and turn to look at him.

He holds out a glass of water and I take it gratefully while I let my eyes feast on him. He’s wearing washed-out jeans and a white tee, no socks or shoes so he looks... really at home. Comfortable.

“I’m nervous.” I blurt out the confession.

“Why?” he asks, looking perplexed.

“Because.” The start of the word comes out strong but by the end it’s pretty much lost all steam. I look down and away. I really don’t want to have this conversation, but I’m the one who blurted it out, aren’t I?

So now I have to deal with it.

“You can tell me anything,” he says after a long beat of silence.

I look up from under my lashes and see his big eyes looking intently at me. So sincere and caring, Vinny isn’t one to make fun of you for the hell of it.

Like Uncle Ruko, he has a gentle soul underneath all that muscle.

If there’s anyone in the world I can tell this to and know they won’t shame me for it, it’s him.

So why am I hesitating so much?

“I’ve never had sex.”

Nothing bad happens after I say it, he just looks even more confused.

“Uhh, yes you have. We’ve had sex.”

“No, I mean, like... you know...” I trail off and feel every bit of my inexperience.

“Penetration?” he asks, the tips of his mouth twitching, though he’s clearly trying to control his laughter.

“Yes, that,” I mumble. I don’t blame him. I mean, I am a grown-ass man who couldn’t say one simple word.

“We don’t have to do that, you know, Si?”

“I know, I know... but I want to.”

“Okay, then, we can whenever you want. But it also doesn’t have to be tonight.”

“I want it to be tonight.” My voice matches my certainty this time.

“So after dinner, or before?” He takes one tiny step closer while staring at me with that sexy fucking smirk on his face.

“I think before,” I tell him, my voice breathy. “I can’t really kneel, though,” I blurt out, remembering suddenly that this could become an issue .

“Yes, you told me that the other day.” He nods slowly.

“Even on a mattress,” I press. “That’s not an option for me if I want to continue living mostly pain free.

” For some reason my words make his frown deepen for a moment, but then he shakes his head and he’s back to looking at me with his puppy-dog eyes wide and full of care.

Maybe full of something more, but I don’t really feel like thinking about that at the moment.

“That’s fine. You don’t have to use your knees at all... if you bottom or top actually,” he adds thoughtfully.

“What do you prefer?” I ask, eager now.

“Well,” he says slowly, then his shoulders drop and he looks me right in the eyes, with a few new tension lines next to his own.

I get it, it can be weird to talk about previous experiences—or the lack of them—but it’s us .

We can talk about anything. “I’ve tried both and I like both.

” I can tell there’s one he prefers but won’t say, and I’m weirdly touched by that.

“Do you have any idea what you want to try for your first time?”

He’s so open right now, and clearly concerned, and I want to kiss him until he relaxes again. I honestly just want to kiss him for the sake of kissing him, but this is important, so we should talk about it first and then we can get to the kissing.

“I’m pretty sure I want to bottom.” I stop for a moment, but then... talking is important. Honesty especially, so... “I got semi-prepped at home,” I admit. “I don’t have a douche or anything, but I... you know.” My bravery runs out then .

“Yeah, I do know,” he whispers, then clears his throat and nods once. “We can start with a shower if you want, or?—”

“No, please. We’re having dinner after, and we’ve talked about the important stuff, so can we go back to not talking?”

His smile grows slowly this time and it just fans the fire inside me.

“All right,” he says simply, then he’s pulling me down the hall to the bedroom at the end, and before I can even look at the place he spins me around.

I’m not sure how, since he renders every neuron in my brain useless with a kiss, but we’re both naked and tumbling onto the mattress in what seems like seconds. He slows down the kiss, but that doesn’t deter my dick, and it hardens steadily as he wraps his hand around me and strokes me hard.

Then desperation begins to claw at me.

I moan into his mouth, and that seems to do the trick for him since he pulls back and flips me onto my belly, then he’s leaving a wet trail of kisses down my spine.

I spread my legs before he’s halfway down, eager and ready for him to just take me, but of course he doesn’t.

I make sure my right knee is bent at the perfect angle that never hurts, but soon enough my whole body lights up when I feel Ivan’s tongue swipe a straight line from my balls to the top of my ass.

“Jesus.” I pant out the word. Nothing in the world could’ve prepared me for how that feels. So intimate and teasing, but then.. .

Then he’s solely focused on my hole.

With my dick hard and trapped under me, it’s difficult to control my hips so I don’t grind down against the soft sheets, but I ball up the pillow under my head in my fists to try and control it.

“Fuck, Vinny. That’s nice,” I whisper when his tongue slips just slightly into me.

“I’m glad you like it, Si,” he says, and then he gets right back into it.

My toes curl and flex with every single thing he does, and when I feel a finger that’s wet but... slippery, I realize he has to have lube somewhere, because the tip goes in super easily.

That’s it.

I push back with my ass.

“God, Vin, please,” I plead long and loud, but he doesn’t seem fazed at all. He goes in as slow as he damn well pleases, and he keeps his tongue right on my rim as his finger goes in millimeter by millimeter it seems.

It’s too much, and not enough.

So I reach back and grab his wrist, pull so his finger goes all the way in, and fuck it’s amazing.

But still not enough.

And sadly, he’s way too fast and has great reflexes. He circles my wrist with one hand and places it on the small of my back, and before I can react, he reaches for my other hand that’s still gripping the pillow and wrenches it back as well .

In the end he has me pinned to the mattress, and he never even took his finger out of my ass.

“That’s fucking impressive,” I say, out of breath and still unsure how he managed that. And I can’t help saying so despite how annoying I’m sure it’s going to be.

“Well, now you’ll stay like this and let me make sure you’re ready for me.”

The comment reminds me of the size of his cock.

I’ve come to appreciate it in the last week—the girth and weight of it in my mouth and hand—but I can’t deny the twinge of hesitation at the thought of him... well, putting it inside me.

My dick clearly doesn’t feel the same way, since the image my mind conjures up only makes me harder.

“I told you I already started at my place,” I whine helplessly, though I don’t try to move away from his hold. Vinny doesn’t answer, he just moves his finger slightly and... “Jesus fucking Christ, Vinny,” I cry out.

I’m pretty sure those are the last coherent words out of my mouth.

He keeps probing every now and then while he spreads me open with two fingers and then three. Every now and then he adds his mouth to the mix, and by the way he hums every time I say please, I know I can use that to my advantage.

And I do.

“I swear I’m ready, please .” I’m pretty sure it’s been an hour of this, and I honestly don’t know how much more I can take .

“Let me just get the condom,” he says, voice deeper than before. So the begging really does work.

I can definitely keep doing that.

I can beg and plead and promise him anything at this point.

He lets go of my wrists but I don’t have the energy to move them, and honestly, I don’t really want to.

When he’s back between my legs, he spreads my cheeks open and then... he’s inside me.

As slow as that first finger, but oh so fucking good, it’s something so completely new, and sure, there’s a twinge of discomfort at first, but it quickly gets overshadowed by just how freaking amazing it feels to be so connected to him.

It’s like angels singing, like my whole body is sighing in relief, and at the same time, my core lights up.

He bottoms out slowly and the pass of his dick over my prostate is enough of a preview of what’s to come to make my dick twitch in anticipation.

I’m pretty sure the bedsheets under me have to be a mess by now from all my precum, but they’ll definitely need changing when he makes me come. Which really won’t take long, I realize.

“Vinny, move, please,” I beg again, and he pushes forward with his hips until the pressure on my dick feels like it’s almost enough.

I want to feel him holding me in place again, so I reach blindly with both hands and get exactly what I want. Except this time he holds each of my hands with his and traps them against the mattress. Then I feel him leaning in. So close his breath tickles the back of my neck.

“You really think you’re ready, Si?” he asks, his voice still deliciously dark.

“Yes, Vinny. I swear I am. Please, just fuck me. Please, please .”

He snaps his hips back and then pistons them forward with enough force to make me cry out.

“Oh, fuck yes .” He was right. With all the prep he did and going in slowly that first time, I don’t even feel a twinge. All I feel is fullness.

I’ve used a dildo on myself before, but the heat of his cock, his breath on my back, his hands holding me captive... it’s better than anything I could ever have imagined.

“You feel fucking amazing, Si,” he murmurs.

And yeah, his voice.

“Vinny,” I whine, which is all I can do.

“What do you need?”

“I... more,” I demand, but he stays stubbornly quiet. “More, please ,” I amend.

“I really like how that sounds.” He speaks between pants as he keeps thrusting with what I now realize is a controlled force.

“I’ve noticed.”

The pressure on my wrists gets tighter for a second before he pulls back completely.

“No,” I shout at the sudden emptiness. He flips me over and then grabs two pillows to put them under my hips .

“You grab the back of your legs,” he instructs.

I appreciate that, since I know how to do it without injuring myself further. He reaches down to stroke his dick while I do, and when I’m completely open for him he nods, satisfied.

“You stay like that okay, Si? Don’t move.”

“Yeah, okay,” I mumble. There’s no chance I’m disobeying him now.

He slides back into me and grips my erection. There’s no careful movements this time, he just snaps his hips back and then forward two times, and that combined with the strong grip around my dick is more than enough.

“Yes, Vinny,” I cry out as the orgasm takes me over.