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I Know You Want Me
A ray of sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room.
With a reluctant groan, Charley rolled onto her back and instinctively raised her arm to shield her eyes from the unexpected brightness.
It was way too early to wake up, especially considering she only just now went to sleep, or at least, that's what it felt like.
They had searched the nightclub till deep in the night, but there hadn't been a single sign of Limburger.
Eventually, not even Charley couldn't deny any longer that her device must have failed, though it had been hard on her to admit that out loud.
When they finally walked out of the club, Throttle, ever the considerate leader, had offered her their couch to crash on since the garage was at least a twenty-minute drive whilst the scoreboard was only five.
It made practical sense, even if every part of Charley's body had screamed for a real bed after what she would like to call a very eventful night.
And so here she was.
Lying on the somewhat hairy couch in the scoreboard at Wrigley Field that was the home of the guys for years already.
Feeling slightly hungover even though she hadn't had a drop of alcohol last night.
Perhaps her fuzzy head had something to do with a recent escapade she had indulged in with a certain white-furred Martian.
Just the thought of it sent a rush of heat to her cheeks, followed by this weird mixture of healthy embarrassment and excitement.
Rolling onto her side, she buried her nose in the mildly itchy blanket covering her.
All it took was closing her eyes and a sprinkle of imagination to distinguish Vinnie's enticing aroma from the others, and a smile gradually curled her lips as butterflies tickled her insides.
There weren't really words to describe his scent, at least not here on Earth, but if she had to try, sandalwood with a hint of cedar wood and, strangely enough, pine trees came closest.
Closing her eyes, she took another deep breath, and she could feel her smile growing a fraction larger.
His scent really had the oddest effect on her.
It wrapped around her like a comforting embrace, making her feel safe and secure in a way that reminded her of her childhood.
Yet at the very same time, it stirred something deep inside of her.
Something new.
Something… exhilarating.
There was no doubt that her recent adventures with him had revealed a layer of herself she hadn't even realized existed.
She knew now.
But there was still so much to uncover, so much to learn about this thoroughly hidden part of herself, and frankly, she couldn't wait to continue to explore.
Even more so, to explore it with him.
Vinnie…
The very thought of his name sent an electrifying shiver down her spine, and the image of him flashed before his eyes more vividly than ever - his darkened eyes filled with arousal gazing at her with an intensity that sent her heart racing once again.
A sharp tingle between her legs made her hug the blanket even tighter while her mind pulled her deeper into a state of yearning.
Last night had been magical.
Never before had she shared a sexual experience like that with someone, and even though deep down she was utterly embarrassed by herself and her behavior as it wasn't like her at all, she didn't regret any of it.
Not even close.
In fact, all she wanted was to do it again.
To just lose herself in that moment once more, finally feeling entirely free.
Free of her never-ending insecurities and doubts that often held her back.
Free of her need to have control, a constant struggle that affected so many of her choices.
The way he looked at her, the way he made her feel…
His entire existence allowed her to escape from herself and it was intoxicating.
Addictive.
Cliché as it might sound, he was like her personal drug, taking her to levels higher than she could ever imagine, and that was just from the foreplay.
Try as she might, she couldn't stop herself from wondering what it would be like to have actual sex with him.
To go all the way.
Suddenly, she was thrown back in time, finding herself in the cramped bathroom stall at the club, and her muscles tightened one by one as she replayed the moment she took him in her mouth.
Even with her modest history, she still had enough experience to know he was definitely larger than the average human male.
Surely it was only a logical response to wonder how it would feel to have him inside of her…right?
Crazy as it might seem after experiencing an earth-shattering orgasm only a few hours ago, only allowing her brain to imagine their bodies entwining made her wet again, and without fully realizing it, her hand began to slide between her legs.
Lost in her fantasies, she could almost feel the weight of him pressing down on her, and could almost hear his heavy breathing in her ear.
Perhaps she was even able to feel his warmth, to smell his scent intensified by arousal while he took her in different positions.
Her breathing quickened as she gently caressed herself, fingertips grazing against her clit with the kind of tenderness that sent goosebumps all over her body.
The sensation felt electric, and a fleeting smile made her mouth twitch as she once again realized just how much power he had over her.
He wasn't even physically near her, and yet here she was, almost as turned on as last night if not more.
Craving him in a way that just wasn't healthy, in fact, it bordered dangerously close to obsessiveness.
Right now, she didn't care.
She didn't care about any of it.
All that mattered was this moment.
Her breathing became heavier as she started to lose herself in said moment.
Adding a second finger to heighten the sensation, the familiar pressure began to build within her as her heart fluttered in eager anticipation.
Her lips curled into a knowing smile, for she could feel it.
She was getting closer.
"I just miss her, ya know… So, so much…"
Out of nowhere and completely involuntary, Vinnie's voice echoed through her mind like a haunting melody, speaking the heartbreaking words he had spoken on that strange night, and with a sudden jolt, her eyes flew open.
She wasn't entirely sure why this particular memory chose this moment to resurface, perhaps it was her subconscious attempting to warn her about something she had been trying so hard to ignore, for some reason desperate to misguide herself.
Almost as if her mind was reaching out to help remind her of the concept of this thing called dignity, but of course, these moments of soul searching always came with the worst timing ever.
"Rebound..", she whispered almost noiselessly, the sound barely escaping her lips.
Staring at the ceiling, the word lingered in the air above her, loaded with regret.
After a few moments of silent contemplation, she pulled her hand back.
The fleeting moment, once loaded with potential, was gone.
Slipped through her fingers like sand by her own doing.
Bravo Charlene.
Well done indeed.
With a deep and frustrated groan, Charley pushed the soft, warm blanket away from her body, allowing the chilly air of the room to wash over and cool her down.
She swung her legs over the edge of the couch, noticing they felt heavier than usual as her feet made contact with the cold floor.
Granting her throbbing head a moment to get used to being in a vertical position, she stared at her feet with an annoyed frown on her face.
Ugh.
She really was getting too old for this shit.
You know, going out, doing naughty things in a packed club, doing even naughtier things in the men's bathroom, acting as if nothing had happened whilst practically praying that Throttle and Modo wouldn't pick up the unmistakable scent of sex and hormones (which they miraculously didn't), and going to bed when the birds were already singing their morning song.
Yup.
Definitely too old for that.
What she needed was a shower.
A long and warm shower, one that would envelop her in soothing water and wash away not only the physical remnants of the previous night but also the memories.
Deep down she knew that no amount of steam or water could erase the choices she had made so far, nor would it be able to make her forget the way he made her feel, but she knew she had to at least try.
She had to try to stop this madness before she got pulled in even deeper.
With every passing moment that she didn't, the risk of getting entangled in a relationship that brought nothing but heartache became more and more lifelike.
She knew all about heartache, having barely recovered from the last time someone had stomped on her heart, leaving it broken behind.
Never again.
It wasn't too late.
There was still time to turn back.
To just walk away
Not sure who she was trying to convince here but above all - not able to listen to her own bullshit any longer, she forced herself to her feet.
Her muscles protested loudly as she shuffled to the small bathroom the mice had built in the back of the scoreboard, wearing nothing but her panties and black shirt.
The journey to the bathroom felt longer than it should have, and when she finally reached the door, her head was already pounding rather relentlessly.
Releasing a sigh in discomfort, she opened the door, only to be met with an unexpected rush of warm steam, blurring her vision for a moment.
The sound of running water roared in her ears, but all that wasn't what caught her off guard.
No, the real shock came in the form of a shadow outlined through the misty haze, telling her that there was someone in the shower already.
Her heart skipped a beat or two, and her eyes widened as the reality of the situation she was finding herself dawned upon her.
A soft gasp, barely even a whisper, escaped her lips, and instinctively, she stumbled back and closed the door as quickly but also as quietly as she could.
"Goddamit, Charlene," she muttered under her breath, her back firmly pressed against the cool surface of the door.
"Remember what your dearest father always used to say - pay attention to your environment… Jeez."
Well, in her defense, she was used to living alone, and then there was the tiny yet still incredibly significant fact that Martians, apparently, weren't familiar with the essential concept of locking a door.
Then again, that shouldn't be feeling all that surprising.
After all, she was the one who had to teach them the basic idea of using a door in the first place instead of simply barging straight through it, or even worse, just blowing it out its hinges to make what they believed was a grand entrance.
As she rested her head against the door, Charley took a deep, calming breath through her nose in a feeble attempt to soothe her still-racing heart.
Looking back, she couldn't help but acknowledge this was her second mistake of the day, and maybe even her biggest.
Because in her quest for tranquility, desperately breathing the air around her, she also drew in the warm steam coming from beneath the door.
The very one that was infused with the loveliest scent she had ever known.
A scent able to awaken that foreign part of her she just so carefully tried to tuck away in order to protect herself.
Her abs tightened in response, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension swirling within her.
Each inhalation felt both intoxicating and alarming, igniting that same powerful yearning she was trying to walk away from, and she slowly opened her eyes.
This was not good.
No, this was not good, at all.
God knew she had to walk away.
To simply put one foot in front of the other and retreat to the couch where the thrill was only a fantasy and not a tangible reality.
Back to the comfort of daydreams, to merely fantasize about another round of their naughty little game instead of initiating one.
Or, even better - she could just go home altogether.
To get as far away as possible from this suffocating temptation as she knew all too well that once she succumbed to it, there would be no turning back.
Perhaps some paths, no matter how tempting, were best left unexplored.
If only it were that simple.
It sounded simple, yes.
Dead simple, even.
But it was anything but that.
Every cell in her body was literally screaming to turn around and open the door, if only just to catch a glimpse of him in his full glory.
The mere thought of it made her breath hitch in her throat.
It was all she wanted right now, more than anything else.
To really see him.
To take in every detail.
Gradually, her hand reached for the handle.
When eventually her fingers made contact with the cold steel, she turned around just as slow, stretching the moment as her heart pounded in both anticipation and dread.
Now facing the door, she stared at the steam whirling around her feet and ankles like smoke, its uncontrollable movements matching her inner turmoil as she was still feeling deeply conflicted.
What lay beyond the door was exhilarating, yes, but it also contained risks along with possible nasty consequences.
She really shouldn't be doing this.
She really should just walk away.
Yeah…
She totally should.
Her now slightly trembling hand pushed down the door handle as quietly as possible, even though that little voice kept yelling at her not to like a little warning bell.
She just ignored it, and after taking another steadying breath, she opened the door.
Again, the moist air hit her in the face, but this time it didn't startle her.
No, this time, it felt like a warm blanket covering her slightly quivering body, soothing and cozy.
Keeping her eyes lowered, she quietly stepped into the bathroom, each movement calculated to not break the somewhat fragile silence.
Her hands instinctively moved behind her back to stop the door from fully closing behind her.
She wasn't entirely sure why she did that, but it just felt good.
Safe, somehow.
It was the escape she needed to keep in reserve, to have a means to retreat in case things got too overwhelming.
After all, she was only here to watch.
In and out.
Yeah, right…
For a moment, she just stood there with her hands resting lightly on the cool surface of the door that was still ajar and her gaze fixated on her bare feet, which seemed so small and vulnerable against the concrete floor.
His scent was stronger now she was inside, she noticed.
It clung to her, wrapping around her senses and whispering sweetly in her ear that there was no way out of this.
That she was already in too deep.
Her heartbeat went from pounding heavily to racing at full speed, and her breathing was now suddenly rapid and irregular.
The peculiar fire that had barely flickered moments before now roared to life, and its blistering heat coursed through her veins to eventually nestle between her legs.
Maybe…
…just maybe…
She didn't want to escape after all.
Maybe this was where she belonged…
After releasing a shaky sigh, Charley raised her eyes.
And there he was.
Her Martian friend.
Standing under the cascade of water that poured from the showerhead, his slender hands firmly pressed against the tiles of the wall as the water streamed down his head and slightly arched back like a raging river.
His legs were wide apart, grounding him while his long tail lay motionless on the bathroom floor like a lifeless snake.
Droplets clung to his spiky fur, each one trying very hard to catch the light at its best, creating a mesmerizing effect.
He didn't seem to notice her presence at all, utterly absorbed in his own world.
His eyes were closed, and his large ears flattened against his head to shield them from the water.
In this moment, he looked serene, which was at odds with his hyperactive personality.
In fact, for the first time since she met him, he appeared to be entirely relaxed, allowing himself a moment of peace away from the big bad outside world.
Charley felt a deep blush rising as she stood there, entirely captivated by the beauty of something so simple and yet so profoundly intimate.
Knowing she had to stop here, to allow him the space he needed, to simply let him be and enjoy this rare moment of peace in, well, peace, she took a step back, thereby pushing the door further open.
While she was doing that, her gaze wandered, tracing the lines of the muscles in his broad shoulders down to his hips, and her already racing heart made another out-of-control jump when her eyes darted slightly to the right.
However, her view was obstructed almost playfully, his leg positioned just enough to block the sight of his most intimate features.
But despite that, the mere knowledge of what was there just out of sight was already enough for her imagination to run wild once more.
The air around her became thicker, somehow, forcing her breathing to get even heavier as she couldn't help but imagine the way the water would feel against her own skin, the alluring thought of joining him sending a shiver of almost childish anticipation down her spine.
All she had to do was say his name.
It would be enough.
He would invite her to join him, playful as he was and that's that.
But somebody had to be the adult here.
Somebody had to use that brain for what it was designed for, namely rational thought.
That somebody had to be her.
It wasn't going to be him.
No, he was too young, too wild, too caught up in the thrill of living in the moment to even stop and consider what they were doing was wrong.
But shit.
If only she could be young and wild, too.
Maybe she could…
As if on cue, his voice suddenly sliced through the steam, low and teasing.
"I know you're there."
Oh.
My.
God.
A shock went through her body as her breath hitched in her throat, and her heart now almost jumped straight out of her chest which was a rather peculiar sensation yet also kind of pleasant.
Instinctively, she took another step back, but before she could even think of a fitting escape plan, her gaze was drawn back to him.
If only it wasn't.
If only she was strong enough to fight temptation, to keep her eyes lowered, but she wasn't, and he…
Well, he was just too irresistible.
And so she looked.
He had turned to face her and was now leaning against the tiled wall with one shoulder in a way that was both nonchalant and excruciatingly arrogant.
Every naked inch of him radiated confidence, as always the very idea of modesty entirely unknown to him.
How… typical.
That infuriatingly sexy, smug smile twisted across his lips as he met her gaze, his red eyes glimmering with mischief and an undeniable hint of lust.
"Hi."
"Hi", Charley squeaked awkwardly in response, her voice barely above a whisper as she was currently practically unable to breathe.
It was as though the walls were closing in, and instead of being cozy or soothing, the steam swirling in the air around her now felt like a spider web trapping her.
"Enjoying the show?", he asked, his voice dripping with that same smug confidence his body language and playful smile radiated.
Gosh, it was just so annoying how less effort it cost him to be charming as fuck, and Charley let out a nervous laugh, her eyes darting frantically anywhere but him as she desperately wished she could just evaporate into thin air.
This was not how this was supposed to go.
It should have been nothing more than a simple in-and-out kinda thing.
It was never the plan that noticed her.
But he did.
Oh yes, he did…
Fucking hell.
"Ya know…", Vinnie continued when she said nothing, not in any sort of hurry to let her off the hook, in fact, she knew him well enough to know that there would be no easy way out of this.
"...you could just ask to join next time."
"I don't wanna join you."
Charley breathed the lie without thinking, the words just slipping over her lips in some sort of automatic response.
She was still trying to evade his piercing gaze, or better said, his naked body that seemed to dominate the space between them.
Her own body, however, told a different story, one that contradicted the words coming out of her mouth, making the lie feel all the more transparent.
The way her breath quickened even more until it was in sync with the unsteady pulse of her still-racing heart, the slight lean toward him as if a magnetic pull drew her closer to him, it all gave away that she was simply in denial here.
And he noticed
Of course, he did.
Just like he always did, making it impossible for her to hide from him.
It was one of the things about him that both fascinated and terrified her.
His smile became even more complacent, which was actually rather impressive, and he too leaned a fraction closer to her.
"Come on, sweetheart… Don't make me beg."
With every word he spoke, his voice became deeper and Charley felt herself slipping further into that strange trance he always seemed to trigger.
She didn't want to, but seriously, how could she not?
There was just no way she was able to resist this, to resist him…
It was maddening, truly maddening to feel so enchanted and conflicted all at once.
She didn't want to be swayed by him, yet at the same time, it was all she wanted.
Everything about him forced her boundaries to just fade until there was only burning desire left.
It was pathetic, really, and yet, this was exactly what happened every time they were in the same place, breathing the same air.
Opening that door had been a mistake, she knew that now.
Fuck.
She had to stay strong.
She just had to.
After all, she had fought tooth and nail to restore her dignity and self-esteem after being in a toxic relationship for too long.
The battle had been long and hard, exhausting even, but in the end, it had made her resilient and self-assured.
At least self-assured enough to know that she was capable of so much more than merely serving as a rebound for someone else's emotional baggage.
Above all, if she gave in now, everything would have been for nothing.
All she had to do was just walk away, preferably right now before he could really start begging her as she had this distinctive feeling she wouldn't be able to resist that.
But seriously, it was as though the universe conspired against her.
Because instead of just turning around and walk away, her gaze lifted, drawn toward his broad chest before she found her eyes tracing the contours of his body once more.
They wandered down, almost against her will.
The sight of his mouth-watering abs was captivating, and her mouth became dry.
Even though every logical part of her brain screamed for her to stop right there, she - again!- didn't listen, and soon, her wandering gaze landed on his cock.
Even in his relaxed state, she could tell she was right.
He was definitely well-endowed.
Her body responded almost instinctively, betraying her mind as it had done so many times before.
Her eyes snapped back up, only to lock with dark red ones.
The intensity of his gaze sent about a million shivers down her spine, and just like that, the fire inside of her reignited and spread through her veins with alarming speed.
As his eyes bore into hers, his nose slightly twitched before it wrinkled, and since she was watching him so closely, she didn't miss the shadow that flickered beneath the surface of his seemingly unwavering confidence.
A shadow carrying something primal and hungry.
Soon thereafter, his eyes deepened even further in color, shading his usually bright red irises.
At first, she didn't understand this subtle yet sudden change in his facial expression, but it didn't take long before she realized what was going on here.
He could smell her.
He could literally smell the wetness between her legs that was just there all of a sudden, and it was most definitely doing something to him.
Something not even his playful smugness could mask.
A hint of utter wildness.
Oh boy…
The energy in the room shifted, and suddenly, something wet and furry wrapped around her wrist, catching her completely off guard.
Before she could even process what was happening, she felt herself being tugged toward him with gentle force.
She crashed against his solid and muscular frame, her hands instinctively resting on his chest in a desperate attempt to soften the blow.
Warm water poured down on her from the showerhead, drenching her almost instantly, and with her hair now clinging to her cheeks like wet tendrils, she glanced up at him.
Eyes as black as the midnight sky met her gaze as he turned her, pressing her back against the cool tiled wall, a major contrast with the heat coming from the shower and the tense atmosphere brewing inside this small bathroom.
With that same hunger she had seen before, he pressed his lower body against her, allowing her to feel that he was well on his way to doing what she so desperately wanted him to do with her.
He reached out, and his fingers grasped the black fabric of her shirt that was now glued onto her like a second skin.
Without a moment's hesitation, he tore the shirt away from her body, the sound of ripping fabric echoing through the steamy bathroom.
After getting rid of the remnants of her shirt, his hands found their way to her breasts, and with a soft groan that expressed his approval, he leaned forward, only to press his lips on the sensitive skin beneath her right nipple.
Charley gasped as a wave of sensation crashed over her like Limburger's building crumbling into dust, and her fingers tangled in the fur of his back, gripping it tightly as she slightly arched her back, leaning into his touch.
His sharp teeth grazed her nipple, teasing her in a way that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her veins.
The warmth of his mouth, along with the warmth of the shower's water was enough to find herself spiraling down into that same madness she only felt whenever she was close to him.
Her legs became weak, but Vinnie, ever intuitive, quickly maneuvered one of his legs between hers, thereby providing her support to steady her wavering form.
It was such a considerate and tender gesture in the midst of an increasingly heated moment, and just for a very brief moment, an overwhelming urge to cry welled up within her.
Oblivious to her little emotional side road, Vinnie continued his exploration with tender and teasing confidence.
He softly bit her nipple, the subtle pressure making her almost climb the walls, then his lips found their way up to her neck.
After lingering there for what was only one heartbeat, he moved to her ear, his breath hot against her wet skin.
"I know you want me", he whispered, his voice husky and filled with irresistible temptation as one of his hands began to slide down her side with a teasing slowness that made her heart almost leap out of her chest once more.
Quivering under his touch, Charley surrendered herself to the moment as she knew it was all there was left to do, and she rested her head against the cold wall for support, eagerly waiting for where his fingers would eventually end up.
She didn't have to wait long.
Just as she exhaled, he slipped two fingers inside of her whilst the other one made it into her wet hair.
He halted the heavy jolt that went through her body by pressing her even harder against the wall with his weight, his warm breath fanning across her ear.
"So why fight it?"
His hand, the one with his fingers still nestled within her, began to move.
At first, he took it slow, allowing her to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of him inside her.
He didn't, however, grant her much time, and soon, his movements quickened and Charley grabbed onto his arms to anchor herself as waves of sheer ecstasy washed over her,
"Jesus", she panted, each breath a shallow gasp as she struggled to cope with the intensity of the almost stupefying bliss he brought over her.
Desperate to have some form of release, she softly banged her head against the wall as she closed her eyes, close to being entirely consumed by what he did to her with only one hand.
His leg, still positioned strategically between hers, eased her right leg aside with a subtle nudge.
The shift granted him the space he needed to move his hand even faster and more targeted, and Charley clenched her teeth to keep the moan that bubbled up inside, not wanting to simply give him the pleasure of showing what he was currently doing to her.
The question he just asked her still hung in the air between them, heavy and unanswered, for all she could was focus on the intoxicating pleasure coursing through her body.
In that moment, it became painfully clear that resistance was futile.
This was a battle she simply couldn't win, and so, with a mixture of acceptance, she surrendered to him completely.
It was all she could do anyway.
To just yield.
To fully succumb to him.
His thumb now joined in, deeply massaging her clit with that same confidence that made him so annoyingly irresistible.
Black spots started to dance before her eyes as the familiar pressure built up inside her for the second time this morning, promising release.
Her grip around his arms tightened, her fingers pulling at his fur as she was now balancing on the edge of sheer ecstasy, so close to the blissful peak she craved so badly right now.
However, just when she was about to let go and fall down into the depths of her delight, he stopped.
The sudden stop of his movements sent a shockwave through her body, but not the one she wanted right now, and after letting out a somewhat surprised gasp, she opened her eyes, her irritation flaring as she glared at him with a furrowed brow.
He looked back at her with an infuriatingly sweet smile, one that literally made her blood boil, and no, not in a good way.
"You didn't answer the question, sweetheart."
His fingers twitched, sending a jolt through her and she couldn't help but squirm under his touch, desperately wanting him to continue.
"You really need to answer the question."
My god, he was such a tease, loving it to push her to the limits of her patience.
It would have been really annoying if it wasn't so goddamn sexy.
When she remained silent, stubbornly glaring at him with a mixture of hope and irritation simmering in her gaze, he leaned closer.
His fingers twitched again, and his nose grazed hers before he pressed a soft kiss on her cheek, a gesture both sweet and maddening.
"Come on, Charlene, answer the question", he urged softly.
"I wanna know why you're suddenly holding back. You didn't last night…"
His voice dripped with playful challenge, though at the same he sounded more serious than ever.
His tongue tickled her earlobe before he gave it a gentle nibble, and his thumb made a slow, circular movement over her clit.
"So why now? What has changed?"
His merciless teasing was starting to get the best of her.
Her legs began to quiver almost uncontrollably, and she leaned her head against the cool wall behind her as she searched for his gaze.
When their eyes finally locked, the first thing that struck her was the genuine worry swirling between the dark smoke of lust and desire clouding his usually bright red irises.
Even more so, she thought she could detect something else.
A subtle hint of insecurity.
Strangely enough, it was this discovery that was already enough for her to crack.
Or maybe not that strange.
After all, the last thing she wanted was for him to feel rejected or worse, unwanted.
She was well aware of how poorly he coped with such feelings, having witnessed it more than once.
"We shouldn't be doing this", she said softly, her voice a little steadier now, though it still carried this unfamiliar sound.
A fact that didn't elude Vinnie, as she noticed a flicker of tension in the muscles of his upper lip, making it tremble in an almost eerie way.
Whilst his eyes darted over her face, he bit down on his bottom lip, a gesture she had learned to associate with his struggle to keep his emotions in check.
"Why not?", he eventually asked, the playful tone in his voice contrasting with the still-present hint of worry in his eyes.
He was still nibbling on the soft flesh of his lower lip, and Charley swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry as her gaze fixated on his lips.
Those tempting lips…
All she had to do was ask him to kiss her and he would.
"We just shouldn't", she said instead, knowing perfectly well it was a lame-ass response, but what else could she say?
For some reason, one that likely had something to do with his fingers still gently exploring her, she felt beyond reluctant to mention the person who, in all probability, was his ex-girlfriend.
Bringing her up right now felt wrong, as she didn't want to burst the bubble they were finding themselves in.
She didn't want to break the spell, not now…
How weak.
How naive.
How… stupid.
Vinnie didn't seem to take offense by this utterly useless response of hers, though.
Instead, he remained playful and challenging.
The brow of the unharmed side of his face lifted, and a slight smirk played at the corners of his mouth, telling her what she already knew.
Despite his genuine worry, he was enjoying this to the max.
You know.
Torturing her.
"And yet you came here to watch me shower… Why?"
Charley's cheeks caught fire for the umpteenth time that morning, and she let out an awkward chuckle as her mind kept racing, searching for words she couldn't find no matter how badly she wanted to.
Figuring she needed a little more encouragement, Vinnie decided to move his fingers again.
Slow this time, but of course, even that subtle change was already enough for the fire to flare up again after simmering under the surface for a little while, and a stifled grunt escaped her lips as she, again, grasped the spiky fur on his arm.
"Why, Charley?", Vinnie urged with that lovely raw voice of his, and Charley squirmed under his touch, blistering heat setting her lower abdomen on fire as she tried to collect her thoughts.
"I was thinking about last night, and I just…"
Her voice faltered, and she fell silent once more.
"Yeees?", he asked, stretching the word out in a playful, sing-song manner that made it all the more difficult for her to concentrate.
He was asking far too much of her right now.
There was just no way she was able to do what he expected her to do.
Not as long as he kept playing with her the way he was doing right now.
But of course, he didn't actually need her to say a word.
With this odd gift of being able to look straight through her, he already knew exactly why she was here.
"You wanted more, didn't you?", he asked cheekily, his fingers effortlessly finding the most sensitive spot inside of her.
The moment his fingertips gently grazed it, a jolt of sensations shot through her, causing every muscle beneath her skin to tense up almost painfully.
Her body convulsed against his, but that didn't stop him.
No, it only encouraged him, and he softly yet firmly put more pressure on the spot.
"Didn't you?"
Oh my god, this was crazy.
Completely and utterly insane.
She wasn't able to hold this much longer, standing closer on the verge of losing her mind than ever before.
Desperate to tell him without words that she really wanted him to continue, to make her come, she leaned forward in an attempt to kiss him, figuring that would be enough.
But as it had become an already familiar pattern, he didn't let her.
With a gentle yet firm push, he guided her back against the wall, and the left corner of his mouth curled into that maddening smile of his, a silent promise he was up to something.
Oh, and look how right she was…
Without warning, he started to move his hand again, his fingers still gently pressed against that very same spot.
The sudden rush brought her back to the edge of the cliff within seconds, but right before she came, he yanked his fingers back and spun her around.
The warm water of the shower now streamed down her back as he, after ripping off her panties, pushed her up against the wall again.
With his lower body also pressed against hers, she could feel how ready he was, and she instinctively pushed her rear against him by slightly arching her back, an encouragement that spoke volumes of her own readiness.
But again, it just wasn't enough.
"Is this what you want?", he teased, his voice low and seductive as he let the tip of his cock rest against her entrance.
Charley let out a muffled moan, closing her eyes.
This whole situation was becoming increasingly overwhelming, almost to the point that it became too much.
Every part of her being was burning for only one thing - him.
"Vinnie…", she warned him, her voice deep as her hands fumbled against the wall in search of something solid to hold onto.
Leaning in every so slightly, he added more pressure against her, but he still didn't enter.
His fingers swept her damp hair aside, revealing the delicate curve of her neck and he planted a soft kiss on it.
"I need you to say it", he murmured, his breath tickling her wet skin.
Charley's eyes flew open wide when a sudden jolt of clarity struck her like lightning, and in that moment, everything became sharp and clear.
It was simple yet profound.
All he wanted was her spoken permission.
One she really shouldn't be giving him, as it would only pull her further down into this vortex of madness.
But no one ever said life was easy.
And she sure as hell wasn't known to be strong.
Not when it came to him, at least.
With a shaky exhale, she let her breath escape her lungs, and as she opened her mouth, the words just tumbled out without regret.
"I want you."
It was indeed all he needed to hear, and as his right hand tangled once more in her hair, he pushed himself inside of her.
He took his time, moving slowly, almost teasingly.
Her fingers clawed at the wall as the bomb in her belly, already so close to detonating, finally exploded, sending an intoxicating rush of butterflies fluttering through her entire body.
It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and in that moment, her mind was completely devoid of regret for coming here.
Feeling him inside of her was something no fantasy could ever contrive, it literally went beyond any daydream her brain could come up with.
As he settled fully within her, he paused, breathing heavily, and she could distinctly hear the shudder in his breath, one that spoke volumes about his own pleasure.
It seemed she wasn't the only one lost in this moment of sheer bliss, and a playful smile curled her lips as a spark of mischief ignited within her.
Time for some payback, and she tensed her muscles around him.
His frame jolted against hers, and he let out a low growl that resonated deep within his chest, a sound that literally gave her goosebumps all over her already overstimulated body.
The grip around her hair tightened, and he slightly pulled her head back to expose her neck.
As he began to move, his teeth sank gently into the soft flesh of her neck, almost as though he was marking his territory.
She belonged to him now, and he wasn't afraid to let her know.
The world outside faded away, there was only the rhythm of their bodies, the soft gasps, and the overwhelming heat of both the shower and their connection, driving them both closer and closer to the climactic release.
She, of course, came first, being the closest.
He soon followed, burying his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips as he slightly arched his back, pushing himself even further inside.
The pain of both actions was bittersweet, adding only more fuel to the already shattering aftermath of her equally intense orgasm.
Overwhelmed and completely drained, her legs just gave out beneath her, not ready to carry her weight any longer.
He was just in time to catch her, his reflexes slower due to the fog clouding his brain after that mind-blowing moment they just shared.
Letting out a sigh of relief, he turned her around and pulled her close before wrapping his arms around her.
Charley nestled comfortably against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowing down as her hands explored their way down to his lower back.
Her fingers grazed the contours of his strong physique before she pressed both hands against the robust muscles lying beneath his damp fur.
Vinnie buried his nose into her wet hair, and as they stood there, enveloped in their own little world, holding each other tightly under the warm cascade of water pouring from the showerhead, they both steadied their breathing.
It was then that Charley was struck by another yet rather troubling realization.
And that was that whatever had brought him to her garage on that fateful night, drunk and hurting, didn't matter anymore.
She simply didn't care anymore.
Giving into him the way she had done just now had ruined her for life.
All she wanted for the rest of her life was him, and no one else.
So yeah, maybe he was using her as a rebound.
Maybe he was indeed trying to get over someone else by playing with her.
So be it.
If the price of admission to his world meant letting go of her dignity, she was ready to pay it.
Pathetic as it might be, she was fully addicted to him now, and there was no cure for this relentless ache to be near him.
To continue this thrilling journey of sexual exploration.
Deep down, she knew that this situation was spiraling out of control and heading in a direction that would ultimately lead to trouble, but it was just like mentioned before.
She simply did not care.