Vincent Says

CHAPTER TWO: VINCENT SAYS

Ricciana's POV:

"Wanna play a game Rich?" Vincent said.

His eyes roamed through my body. I would be a hypocr*te if I didn't admit that I already felt hot by just his stares. He tossed his hair back and with the click of the door being locked, he slowly walked towards me. His red thin lips are calling mine.

I unconsciously stepped back too much and bumped at the edge of the bed. My stup*d*ty leads me to a disadvantaged situation. I was sitting on the bed and Vincent was towering over me. I was facing his lower part of the body and I could clearly see his b***r poking through his thin shorts.

I gulped and looked at his mocking eyes.

He bends over and goes face to face with me.

"Let's play a game called Vincent says. Hmmm?" He says.

I just nodded in agreement and inhaled sharply. Capturing a faint scent of mint from his breath.

"Simple rules, babe. It's like we're playing Simon says." He added.

"Okay." I tried my best not to stutter with my response.

"I'll go first, we'll take turns. Okay?" He said as he tapped the tip of my nose.

"Fine, whatever." I responded.

"Vincent says, lay on the bed..." He started.

I crawl on the bed and lie down.

"...naked." He added. That made me sit up.

"Wtf Vincent?" I says.

"Do as I say, Rich." Vincent said seductively. This isn't fair.

I didn't move an inch. That causes Vincent to take off my clothes himself. The fabrics were thrown into places I couldn't easily spot. I immediately covered my private parts with my hands, causing him to chuckle.

"Your turn." Vincent reminded me.

"Vincent says, lick my leg." I said. Thinking that it would make him give up on the game.

Vincent bent down and lowered his head, but his eyes were still on mine. I can't believe he'll actually do it.

"Wait, wait. Stop it, Vince. Don't do it." I stopped him before he could touch my bare leg with his tongue.

"You can't take it back now, Ricciana." He smirks and licks my leg sensually. He licked it up until he was at my mid-thighs, almost in my privates.

"Vincent says, spread open your legs." He says with his eyes fixed on my center.

"F*ck, Vincent. Fine, you win. Let's stop this and give me my clothes." I was about to get out of bed when he stopped me and pressed his body into mine. His right leg was in between my thighs and his left hand held my right arm above my head. I tried to push his leg off of me with my hand that was once covering my core.

"Vincent." I warned him.

"We're not done playing." He said and pressed his right leg further. His leg touched my wet core and rubbed on it. Ignoring my hand pushing him away.

"F*ck, Vincent. Just stop it." I said in gritted teeth. Stopping myself from moaning.

D*mn, it felt good.

"Just admit it, Ricci. You f*cking want me too." Vincent says. He keeps on rubbing my folds, which causes me to whimper under him.

"Please, Vincent. Stop this. Stop your d*mn game. Ugh." I couldn't hold my moan anymore.

"You're moaning. You like it, so why should I stop?" He taunts me.

"F*ck you, uncle." I'm full of it already.

I grabbed his shirt with my free hand and pulled him in for a kiss. I kissed him hard, like there's no tomorrow. Bending my body towards him and moaned his name. I pulled away and looked at his reaction.

The j*rk is amused, and he initiated the kiss again. This time, no pulling away again.

He lifted my left leg and slid his hand in my center, rubbing my c******s with his fingers. The air is filled with thick erotic sounds coming from our clashing bodies.

It didn't take a lot of time when we were both completely naked and touching every inch of each other's bodies.

"F*ck me hard." I exclaimed between my heavy breathes.

I was waiting for him to do what he needed to do but nothing came. What the f*ck was wrong with him?

"Have you forgotten something?" He asked with a chuckle.

"What?" I asked back in an irritated tone.

"We're still playing, baby." He whispered in my ear.

"Now, what does Vincent say?" He added.

"Vincent says, f*ck me hard." I said, gritting my teeth in irritation.

"Good girl."

Then I felt his thing enter my hole. It hurts, it's so hot like it's burning down there. I can't bear the searing pain of my stretching v****a. I could feel his length slowly entering my hole painfully.

I opened my eyes and sat up. My sweat trailed down my face. I scan the room and nothing unusual is seen.

"Oh, f*ck." I exclaimed between my heavy breathes. It felt so real.

It turns out, I was only dreaming. Such a shame.

No.

No. No. No.

"It's not a shame. I'm actually grateful it was just a dream." I comforted myself, and made me believe that I wasn't enjoying it.

"Hey!" Becca shouted outside my room while banging on my door.

"Open up, sleeping beauty." She said from the other side of the door.

"I'm up, wait for a while. I'll be down there in a minute." I shouted back as I raced to my bathroom and cleaned myself. I felt like I was the dirtiest b*tch alive.

It's been two weeks since our visit to Marco's house, and I don't know what got into me. I can't take off the thoughts about Vincent and my st*p*d dreams about him. I never thought that he would have such a big impact on my well-being.

I did my daily morning routine quickly and ran down the living area. I dash to the kitchen to grab my breakfast and lunch money. I bid my mom goodbye and pulled Becca out to wait for our school service at the main road.

"Wow girl, you're like the Flash from DC." Becca mocked me.

I just rolled my eyes and jokingly bumped my hip to hers. We made fun of each other and giggled with our little jokes for a while before the bus arrived. We saw Marco at the far end as we searched for a seat.

"I saved you some seats." He declared.

"Thanks Marco. Such a sweet boy." Becca said, while pinching his right cheek. Poor guy.

"Ow! What's your problem, hag?" Marco retorted.

The two continued bickering like how they threw offensive words back to when we were kids. I can't help but laugh at their childishness.

I focused my eyes outside. His face appeared in my mind again. Ugh. His image never fails to annoy me.

A few blocks more and we will arrive at the school gate. I sighed as the silhouette of our school buildings appeared in my peripheral views. Another quarter of boring school stuff and nonsense activities.

"And we've arrived. Yey." Becca said in a flat tone. It is clear that she hates studying.

"Finally, I could sleep properly in Miss Castor's discussion." Marco said, while stretching his arms.

"Yeah, right. Nothing's new between the two of you." I said, rolling my eyes.

We entered the Seniors' building and proceeded to our first class. Trigonometry of Mr. Thoms, who's also our homeroom adviser.

The morning classes pass by quickly and it's already our lunch break.

"What are we having for lunch, Ricci?" Marco asked.

"I'll have lasagna, coke, and two bananas." I said, and handed him my bills.

"Get me a burger with fries, and a can of coke as well. Thanks, little dicky." Becca said. She tucked her lunch money on Marco's waist and winked at him.

I called Becca and shook my head disapprovingly.

"You are gross, Becca. You're staining my dignity." Marco said, as if Becca was the dirtiest person he had met.

When lunch break ended, we proceeded to our next class. Our whole afternoon classes ended in a blink, and we are now on the bus, going home.