Page 30 of Girl Violence

“Tonight was a fucking mistake, alright? Just because we were close before doesn’t mean it’s going to be the same now. I can’t get involved with you. You don’t know who I am now. The things I’ve done...”

“No, you’re right. I don’t know who you are. You pushed me out of your life when you left, remember?” All the frustration and unspoken words between them are finally exploding. The alcohol like truth serum lacing their tongues. “Do you know I waited for that phone call from you for weeks? I cried every night when you didn’t call until I got old enough to realise you probably moved on with your life. I’m a mistake? Our whole friendship was a mistake. Me believing you’re stillyouis a mistake. You ask about my sex life and say it should have been you?” She scoffs. “I don’t fucking think so. I don’t believe for a second you are man enough—”

He grabs her shirt, cutting her off. A gasp flies out of her mouth as he pushes her back against a building wall and kisses her hard. After a moment of shock, Josette closes her eyes, knotting her hands in his T-shirt and tugging him closer to deepen a kiss she’s badly wanted since she first saw him again.

His groan comes from his throat, trickling through her like hot liquid. His tongue slips into her mouth, gently licking her own. Josette’s pulse throbs as his hands trail her waist, fingers brushing along the hem of her top, almost touching her skin.

Oh, God, she might die if he touches her.

A door opens, and Vince rips his mouth off hers, taking a huge step back when a group of students walks out of a nearby club. They glance between them and laugh. One of the guys even whistles before they carry on down the street.

Swallowing hard, Josette’s lips tingle as she stares at Vince with shock. His eyes lift to hers, and he stares back equally surprised.

Fuck, she’s never had a reaction to a kiss like that before. Sure, she’s heard it can be like that. Jenna used to tell her how kissing Austin made her lose her mind. Initially, Josette thought she was over the top, but now she realises she was right. She hadn’t felt anything close to that when kissing Tyler. Not even younger Vince when she was thirteen, and that had been good, as good as first kisses went.

The side of Vince’s lips lifts into a crooked smile that makes him look sexy as fuck. His eyes move down her body, longing diluting them. He wants her, and Josette wants him so much that she aches.

Leaning off the wall, she steps toward him until her body almost touches his. “I guess I was right. You were dying to have my lips on you.”

Taking her hip, Vince guides her to step back. Josette clings onto his thick upper arm helplessly as he takes her down the side of the building until they’re off the street. All that surrounds them now is the shadows in the alleyway and electricity between them.

“I guess I’m going to have to show you now, aren’t I?” His tone is low and hushed. “Since you don’t believe me.”

Dropping to his knees in front of her, Josette gapes as his hands, now gone cool from outside, wrap around the backs of her knees. Her stomach somersaults as they glide up her thighs, and she can barely breathe or think straight when his fingers hook her panties under her skirt. He pulls them down, leaving them tangled around her calves. She jumps when his lips touch her thigh. She grips his shoulders, her chest tightening with nerves.

Sensing it, he stops and stands. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you like he did.”

“I know,” she says, her heart pounding anyway.

She wants this. She’s dying for this. But...

He steps closer, pressing her into the wall. He kisses the side of her face, and tickles spread through her body. She moans when his lips move down until they’re on her neck. His hand goes under her skirt, and she gasps when he touches her, finger teasing her sensitive clit before slowly easing inside her.

Josette’s knees buck. He keeps her upright as he starts working his hand, moving his finger in and out at an achingly slow pace. He pulls back to look at her face, expression pained enough to turn her on even more.

“Shit,” he says in a hushed tone. “You’re so fucking beautiful, do you know that?”

“Vince,” she whimpers, arching her head against the wall and moaning, not caring if anybody walking by can hear her. Not concerned that they’re doing this outside, in the middle of town.

“What’s that?” He leans forward and kisses her throat, his teeth grazing her skin. “Still don’t believe me? That it can feel so good?”

Josette wants to tell him to shut up, but words die in her throat when he adds a second finger. She starts panting as he goes deeper, curling his fingers and hitting the spot inside her that sends ripples of fire through her whole body. His other hand reaches around her back, and he grabs her ass, forcing her hips to move.

Josette groans louder, gripping his arms as she grinds against his fingers, the friction causing her insides to clench, reaching the point she struggles to get to when she’s masturbating. Whatever this is, she’s never felt before, and she’s not stopping him.

“Tell me you don’t believe me now.” He pumps his fingers even deeper. Josette doesn’t need to ask him how wet she is. She can hear it, feel wetness coating the insides of her thighs.

Something builds inside her, and she digs her nails into his skin. He leans forward and brushes his lips against hers, the tip of his tongue tracing her bottom lip. Josette can practically hear the smile in his voice as he says, “Never thought I’d have the girl next door one day coming all over my hand.”

Vince’s words have Josette convulsing all over his fingers and crying out as pleasure crashes through her. She buries her face in his chest as her orgasm hits her in waves. A kind of pleasure that makes her want to laugh. Cry. Scream. She hasn’t any idea, and now knows why people get addicted to it. Why they never stop.

Vince kisses the side of her head, his fingers slowing as she chases the last remnants of her dying orgasm. He slips his fingers out as she catches her breath and pulls up her panties. Josette’s legs shake as she looks at his face, into his eyes, her heart clenching when she sees the conflict as he fixes her skirt.

“What?” she asks, voice raspy.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, but Josette knows what he wants to say. His expression says it all. “Come on...let’s get home.”

She nods, tears stinging her eyes. “Right…yeah.”

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