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“God, I’m in trouble,”
“Let’s get these off of you too,”
“You look good in my bed.”
“It’s your birthday,” I say, a weak attempt at a joke. “Shouldn’t I be giving you a gift?” “Believe me, Holiday. You are.”
“I just want to make sure I’m not hurting you.” “Shut the fuck up.”
“Okay?” Vincent asks. “Mmh.” “Good girl.”
I NEED HIM HOLD TF ON
“What?” Vincent says. “I thought you wanted me to keep talking.”
“So, you don’t want me to tell you how hot and wet you are?” Vincent asks, feigning innocence. “You don’t want me to say that you’re dripping? That I can’t wait for you to ruin my sheets? And I definitely shouldn’t tell you how tight you’re gripping my knuckles and how fucking sweet you taste, right?”
HES SO OH MY GOD
“’Attagirl, Holiday.”
ATTAGIRL. GUYS THIS MAN?????
“Don’t fight it,” he murmurs. “You’re okay.” “Vincent,” I say, and it’s a warning—or maybe a plea. I can’t tell. “I’ve got you, Kendall,” he says. “Come.”
He swallows hard. “Well, since you’re begging—” I let the heel of my palm brush his erection through his pants. Vincent’s smug smile disappears and his chin tips back, a low groan rumbling in his throat. It’s deeply satisfying to know I’m capable of wiping that smirk off his face. I want to make him come undone too. “Who did you say was begging?” I ask.
WAIT SHES SO
On Vincent’s door.
NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOO PELASEEEEEE
For fuck’s sake, he didn’t even come.
She thought they were talking about Jabari. But now that she’s said it out loud—and now that she’s seen me—I think she realizes they were probably talking about someone else. The birthday boy.
OH MY GOD SHOOT ME WHY CANT ANYTHING GOOD HAPPEN TO ME EVER
“He knows how to be an asshole when he needs to show out on the court, but listen—I’ve never seen him like this. We had to hype him up the morning before he met with you at Starbucks. The kid was so fucking nervous. I don’t know how he sat through class. And then I got a call from him while he was running across campus—”
OH MG YOD AWWWWWW
i’m not poetic but call me for a good time (i really like you)
There he is. My Vincent.
“I’m still so mad at you,” he whispers, bending to catch my lips with his. “Can’t fucking believe you thought I didn’t want you.”
IM READY
“Vincent. What do you want?” “You. On your knees.”
HAND HIM OVER
“This is a bookstore. People come here to read.”
IS THIS NOT CRAZY??
“I’m not thinking like a gentleman right now.”
I NEED HIM HELLO
“You could literally just look at me and I think I’d come in my pants, Holiday.”
WOAHHHHHH HELLO THERE
And I will not be distracted by the way the word pussy out of his mouth makes me want to do unspeakable things to him.
“Attagirl.”
“I think about you all the fucking time,” Vincent says. “I had a chem exam yesterday, Kendall. I didn’t even study. I couldn’t. I kept thinking about how your voice gets all serious when you read poetry and how your nose scrunches up when you’re mad at me and how you taste.”
“It’s so fucking good,” Vincent says hoarsely. I think he realizes that I wasn’t kidding about wanting some directions, because he adds, “Keep touching them just like that, or you can—you can put your mouth on them—”
“You gonna give me somewhere to put this?” Wherever you want to put it.
HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO
“S’good right there,”
“Please,” he rasps. He’s begging.
WE WINNNNN
“Kendall,” he groans. Then, again: “Please.”
i need him bye
“Stick your tongue out for me, Holiday,” he says. “Keep one hand around it—yeah, just like that—and put the rest in your mouth, okay? You can take it. I know you can. Show me.”
HES SO OH MH GOD
“Good girl,” Vincent whispers. “Knew you could do it. Holy shit.”
HAND HIMNOVER
“Do that again,” he rasps. “Fuck, Kendall. Exactly like that.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
🤤🤤🤤
“Holiday,” he rasps. It’s a warning. I make the executive decision to ignore it.
OOOOOH YEAH
Vincent catches on to my intentions immediately. There’s a shift in him. His hand tightens in my hair. His breathing becomes rougher. His thrusts get sloppier and harder, the rhythm stuttered and harder to predict. He gets a little bit selfish. I’m going to make him come.
“Thank you,” Vincent murmurs against my lips. “That was . . . yeah. Holy shit. Thank you.”
“In public. Like, I’m sorry, what? Who am I?” Vincent shrugs on his jacket. “My girl.”
OH MH GOD
“Don’t look at me like that, Holiday.” “Like what?” I ask. “Like you want me to fuck you in my back seat.” I choke on a startled laugh. “I—that’s—” Exactly what I was thinking about. “Look, Holiday, you know I’m down,” he says, his smile just this side of cocky. “But do me a favor and let me make your first time a little more special than that.”
THAT WAS CRAZY
“In this picture? No idea. I hit six-four freshman year, though. Great for my basketball career. Horrible for clothing.”
SIX FOUR
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Did you really memorize one of his poems?” “No.” “Oh.” “I memorized three.”
“Please.” I’m not even sure what I’m begging for. “Patience.” Vincent kisses the tip of my nose.
“I really, really want you,” I whisper. “Good,” he whispers back. “Because I’m all yours.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
OH YES YES YES ABSOLUTELY
“All right, joke’s over,” Vincent croaks. “I need to be inside you.” “Thank you.”
“Lift up for me.”
“Joke’s on you. I like it rough.”
WOAH
“Sure, sure. You seem like you’re a real—” He pulls his hand off the wall, reaches down between us, and plunges two fingers inside me. “Cheap,” I gasp.
WOAH OKAY
“Fuck, Kendall,” he curses. “How are you this wet?”
I NEED HIM HKELO
