With the gasping and the loosening of his belt, Vinnie definitely got the message. His hands left her torso and got to work on his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them as quickly as possible. God, that was such a fucking relief. Everything felt like it had shifted into auto pilot so he was definitely going with the flow. Vinnie doubted he would stop now, but if she said the word, he would. He was still a respectful guy.
Vinnie honestly wasn't expecting something like this to happen ever. But even so, he was like any other male who ended up having wet dreams about his female friends and Rocky had definitely been in a few though he'd never admit it. Except when he jerked it on his own, he ended up thinking about Milla Jovovich or Angelina Jolie. Those two hotties were his go-to fantasy fodder.
None of that mattered right now though because it didn't seem like he'd be jerking it on his own tonight. Vinnie hurriedly pushed his jeans off, pushing them to the floor while he tried to keep his mouth on Rocky's. But now she was taking her shirt off. Fuck. That took priority so he broke away from her lips and helped her pull her shirt off. His eyes flickered down to her chest before he crushed his lips against hers again, his right hand coming up to tease her breasts as his left worked on her pants.