Page 111 of Ruining Vanessa

“Right,” Vanessa scoffs. “Because people always talk so cruelly about people they like.” She shakes her head. “That pool party was a nightmare.”

Giulio had made it sound almost fun, but of course Vanessa wouldn’t have seen it like that.

“I’m glad Damien’s as hard-headed as he is,” I say, kissing the side of her head. “Because that means we ended up with you.” I pause, then add, “And he’s not that bad, y’know? I’ve seen how he treats you, and he’s mellowing out some.” I smirk and run my hands up and down her back. “He doesn’t hate me as much as he used to, which is progress.”

“Because you’re a cop?” Vanessa asks.

I nod. “That, and he thinks I’m a bad influence on Giulio.”

Vanessa peers up at me, and there’s a small, crooked smile at the corners of her lips. “Well… Aren’t you?”

Snorting, I shake my head. “Absolutely not. Giulio’s the bad influence.”

“Without Giulio, you would have been an upstanding cop?” Vanessa asks, with a heavy dose of doubt in her voice.

“I see where this is going,” I say, laughing. “Maybe not. But let’s be real, Giulio brings out the… most interesting part of all of us. Bet you didn’t think you’d get so good at roleplay, huh?”

“It’s a skill I could’ve done without,” Vanessa says. “I’ve never felt a calling as an actress.” She pulls away from me.

I briefly let her go, and she turns so she’s facing the table instead of me. My hands slide down her sides, and I nuzzle her neck. “Don’t pull away from me,” I murmur, my hands going down farther so I can start bunching up the fabric of her dress. I pull it up, rubbing my mostly-soft dick against her ass. “You’re so beautiful, Vanessa. You just have to be near me, and all I can think about is you.” I kiss her neck, one of my hands going to rest on her small breast. “My coworkers wanted me to go out with them tonight. To get drunk and get women.” I laugh, but the sound isn’t really all that amused. “I couldn’t get my mind off of you.”

Vanessa half-sobs, half-laughs. “I don’t think that’s as romantic as you think it is.”

“That’s fine if you think that,” I answer, pulling her dress up higher so I can get to the waistband of her tights. “Also, Christ, did Giulio put all these layers on you just to annoy me?”

“No, I… I asked for real clothes. And Damien had them already.” Vanessa’s hand joins mine in pulling the tights down.

I snort in amusement. “You really think Damien doesn’t care? He isn’t buying gifts for any other women.”

But I don’t really want to talk about Giulio and Damien anymore.

“Anyway,” I say, holding the dress up even as we get the tights down, “it doesn’t matter. I told you I care, and that’s…” I let out a quiet laugh, feeling like a teenager again. “Something? Right?”

Vanessa is quiet for a moment, then she nods. “Yes,” she says. “It’s something.”

I want to press, but I don’t want her to shut down on me, either. Instead, I unfasten my belt and pants, letting them fall to my ankles as I stand behind her. I keep kissing the back of her neck, down to her collarbone, anywhere I can reach. Her skin is so soft, and she smells amazing—like flowers, but not like an old sachet in some old lady’s home. Sweet and light, like honeysuckle. I breathe her in, and for a moment, I wish she would turn around and kiss me instead of simply accepting what I want to do to her.

I shove that thought away quickly, though. Instead, I rub my dick against her underwear before pulling those down, too, until her ass is completely bared to me.

I run my fingers between her folds, and she’s already so warm. Not completely wet yet the way she usually gets, but judging from how her breathing has pitched, it won’t take long.

“Want me to finger you first?” I ask her, teasing her hole. “Or skip straight to the main event?”

She shudders, her indecision weighing heavily on the air. To admit she wants pleasure, or to simply allow me to take her and pretend she had no choice in it—it’s got to be a difficult call for her.

Finally, though, she whispers, “Touch me first.” She nearly chokes on the words, but adds, “please.”

I grin against her shoulder, nipping the skin I can reach around her dress. “Of course.”

I stroke her gently, finding her clit and teasing it. I run my finger up and down her folds, dipping my finger inside of her every so often to see if she’s truly getting turned on or if the breathy sounds she’s making are for show.

Judging from how wet my fingers soon become, they aren’t.

Vanessa is always so sensitive to touch, and that clearly hasn’t changed just because it’s only the two of us. My touch excites her, just like Giulio’s and Damien’s. I revel in that as I finger her.

I bet Brad never did this to her.

I gently bend her over the table, smoothing the dress up until her ass is completely bare to me, but I don’t stop fingering her until she tenses and whimpers, until she moans and her entire body convulses with her climax.

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