BEHIND THE CURTAIN vinnie hacker X Y/N
The music thumped heavy through the walls, bass pulsing like a heartbeat as you slipped through the crowd. Somewhere between the full bottle in your hand and the swirl of neon lights, youād lost track of your friends ā but you hadnāt lost sight of him.
Heād been watching you all night. From the couch. From the kitchen. From across the room while you danced, eyes slow and heavy like he was memorizing the way your hips moved. And now, he was close, truth is youād been eyeing him too.
āWhere do you think youāre going?ā His voice was low, rough silk laced with alcohol and heat.
You turned and looked up ā and he was already in your space, taller than you remembered, hand catching your wrist gently but firmly. āBack inside?ā you offered, teasing.
But Vinnie shook his head once and leaned in, breath brushing your cheek. āNo. Not yet.ā
He guided you toward the hallway ā one long corridor dimly lit and quiet compared to the party chaos behind you. His hand never left your wrist, even as he pressed you gently but fully against the wall. It wasnāt rough ā it was slow, measured, like heād been thinking about this for hours.
āDo you want this?ā he asked, voice suddenly serious.
Your heart pounded. āYes,ā you said, more breath than sound.
His mouth was on yours in an instant, claiming and confident. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you in so your bodies pressed flush, no space between you. His thigh moved between yours, and when you gasped, he smiled against your lips.
āAlready shaking,ā he murmured. āYou like being touched like this, huh?ā
You nodded, dazed ā and he rewarded you with a kiss along your neck, a bite, his teeth barely scraping skin.
āWords,ā he said. āSay it.ā
āI like it,ā you whispered. āI like when you touch me.ā
āGood,ā he said, voice thick with control. āBecause Iām not gonna stop.ā
He kissed down your throat, fingers slipping beneath your shirt, dragging across skin. When his mouth returned to yours, it was slower ā deep, sensual ā and you melted into it, legs nearly giving out.
He caught your thigh and hitched it up around his hip, pressing closer, grinding slowly. You could feel him ā hard, hot, and very aware of how wrecked you were becoming.
āFuck,ā he groaned against your ear. āYou feel what youāre doing to me?ā
You whimpered in response, and that just pushed him further. His hand slid between your legs, over your clothes at first, rubbing with slow, confident pressure. āYouāre already soaked. All this for me?ā
āYes,ā you breathed. āOnly you.ā
That broke something in him.
āSay it again,ā he demanded, fingers pressing firmer, more rhythmic.
āOnly you. Vinnie, pleaseāā
You didnāt even get to finish before he slipped his hand inside, fingers finding you with skill and control that made your knees buckle.
He growled softly, biting his lip as he worked you open. āSo fucking tight. Youāre gonna come just like this, huh? Right here, in the hallway, with my fingers?ā
Your eyes fluttered. The pressure, the praise, his dominance ā it was overwhelming in the best way.
āVinnie,ā you gasped. āIāmā I canātāā
āYes you can,ā he whispered. āYouāre gonna come for me, baby. Right now.ā
And you did ā shuddering, clenching around his fingers as he kept going, kept whispering filth and praise into your ear. He kissed you through it, tongue stealing your moans.
He unzipped himself, eyes never leaving yours.
āTurn around,ā he ordered.
You obeyed without thinking, heart racing. Hands flat against the hallway wall, you felt him line up behind you, his body flush to yours.
Slow. Deep. A growl low in his throat.
āFucking perfect,ā he groaned, dragging out, pushing back in. āYou were made for this.ā
His rhythm built ā hard and unrelenting ā but never rushed. One hand gripped your waist, the other tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to make your back arch.
You moaned his name again, and again ā a chant, a plea ā and every time, he rewarded you with harder thrusts, more praise.
āYouāre doing so good,ā he said. āSo fucking good for me.ā
You felt it building again, second orgasm crashing over you harder than the first. He felt it too ā the way your body clenched around him, the way your legs trembled.
āFuckā come with me,ā he gasped. āCome now.ā
Bodies shaking, mouths colliding, hips grinding through the aftershocks. He held you there, still inside you, breath warm on your neck.
For a second, neither of you moved. Just breathing. Just feeling.
And then he chuckled, soft and low. āWell,ā he said, kissing your shoulder. āThat was⦠scandalous.ā
You laughed, breathless. āYou started it.ā
Vinnie grinned, nipping your ear. āAnd Iāll finish it next time, too.ā