Chapter 18 #2
I leaned against the door, trying to catch my breath.
What the fuck did I just do? My heart raced, not just from the kiss but from the realization that I wanted more.
I wanted him. The guilt gnawed at me, but I knew if I let it win, this would never happen.
And it needed to happen. It was inevitable.
We were going to fuck, and I couldn’t deny the pull I felt toward Vaughn.
I straightened up and yanked the door open, only to find Vaughn standing there, his hand poised to knock. His eyes darkened as they met mine, filled with the same raw desire I was barely holding back.
“I have the limo waiting,” he said, his voice low. “Come back to the mansion. We’ll have dinner and talk.”
“I don’t want to talk.” My voice was breathy, my words a confession more than a statement.
He opened his mouth to respond, but I didn’t give him the chance.
I grabbed the lapel of his jacket and yanked him toward me, rising on my tiptoes to crash my lips against his.
The tension that had been simmering between us exploded in that kiss, a desperate clash of lips and tongues that left us both gasping.
He kicked the door closed hard enough to make the wall shake.
Vaughn’s hand slid into my hair, gripping my ponytail as he kissed me back with an intensity that made my knees go weak. I fumbled with the buttons of his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders, our lips never parting. The fabric fell to the floor with a soft thud, but neither of us cared.
He broke away, his breath hot against my lips. “What are you doing?” he whispered, his voice strained.
“Here. I need it here.” My voice was thick with need, my words more of a plea than a demand.
“You don’t mean that,” he said, searching my eyes for doubt.
I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I cupped his crotch, feeling the heat of him through the fabric. Vaughn was semi-erect, but as I pressed against him, he grew harder under my touch.
His eyes darkened with lust as he met my gaze.
“It’s been so long,” I breathed, my voice trembling with desire. “A girl can only use her vibrator so much.”
His eyebrows shot up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Vibrator? Colson let you get toys?”
“No,” I replied, my voice steadying as I reveled in the look on his face. “I got it a few months ago.”
The smirk turned wicked. “Does it have an app setting?”
I swallowed hard, nodding. “It does.”
Vaughn’s eyes glinted with mischief as he prodded me toward my desk. I frowned, puzzled. “What?”
“You want it here—then grant me my fantasy.”
He pulled at his tie, tossing it onto the couch before he started on his shirt. My breath hitched as I watched him reveal the lean, muscular torso I had admired more times than I cared to admit. He was all hard lines and strength, so different from Colson but no less appealing.
“Take off your panties and let me have them,” he ordered, his voice husky. “I want you naked except for your heels. I’m going to fuck you, Joey.”
The bluntness of his words sent a shiver down my spine. I turned my back to him, exposing the zipper of my dress. “Open my dress.”
Vaughn didn’t hesitate. He yanked the zipper down with a roughness that made my breath catch, his hand lingering on my ass before he gave me a gentle push toward the desk.
I slipped my thong off and tossed it to him over my shoulder.
He caught the scrap of lace, bringing it to his nose with a look of dark satisfaction before shoving it into his pocket. I was sure I’d never see it again.
“Naked, Joey,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that made my skin prickle with anticipation.
I stripped for him, my heart pounding as I did. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me naked before—he had barged in on Colson and me, but this was different. This was deliberate, and maybe in some twisted way, I wanted him to see me. Maybe that’s why I never told Colson about those times.
Vaughn stood there, his slacks open, his erection straining against his boxers. His gaze raked over me, lingering on every inch of exposed skin as if he was committing it to memory. Then he moved closer, his fingers trailing along my jawline with a tenderness that belied the hunger in his eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice reverent.
I bit my lip, trying to suppress the shiver that ran through me as his touch traveled lower. Vaughn’s fingertip circled my nipple, sending a spark of pleasure straight to my core. I arched into his touch, my breath hitching as he knelt in front of me, his nose brushing against my stomach.
“You smell delicious,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against my skin.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as he kissed his way down, leaving a wet trail in his wake.
He reached my clean-shaven mound and paused, pressing a soft kiss there that made my entire body tense with anticipation.
Vaughn flicked his tongue between my legs, barely grazing my swollen bud, and I let out a soft mewl of frustration, wanting more.
He didn’t make me wait long. Vaughn lifted my leg, hooking it over his shoulder, and I gasped as I felt the cool air against my heated skin. He didn’t hesitate—his mouth was on me, hot and demanding, his tongue lapping at my folds with a skill that left me breathless.
My back arched as pleasure surged through me, my fingers tightening in his hair as I rocked against his mouth. Vaughn’s hands gripped my thighs, holding me steady as he devoured me, his tongue delving deeper, teasing, tormenting.
“Oh god, Vaughn…” I gasped, my voice breaking as the pleasure built, coiling tight in my belly.
He hummed in response, the vibrations sending a shockwave through my body. I was so close, teetering on the edge, and he knew it. Vaughn pulled back just enough to look up at me, his eyes dark and intense.
“I want to see you fall apart, Joey,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come undone.”
The words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm slammed into me with a force that stole my breath, my body convulsing as pleasure tore through me. Vaughn held me steady, his mouth relentless as he wrung every last drop of pleasure from me before unhooking my leg from his shoulder.
I was still trembling when he finally stood, his lips glistening with my arousal. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice hoarse.
I did as he asked, bracing my hands on the desk, my legs still shaky from the intensity of my release. Vaughn moved behind me. I heard the tear of a condom as he sheathed his dick then his hands gripped my hips as he positioned himself at my entrance.
He leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I whispered, the word barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
Vaughn didn’t waste any more time. He thrust into me with a force that made me cry out, his hips slamming against mine as he buried himself to the hilt.
The feeling of him, so thick and hard inside me, was almost too much, too intense, and yet I couldn’t get enough.
I pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a desperate need that left us both panting.
“Fuck, Joey,” Vaughn groaned, his grip on my hips tightening as he pounded into me, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the room. “Your pussy is so tight it’s like you’re a virgin.”
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All I could do was feel—the delicious stretch of him filling me, the roughness of his hands on my skin, the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume me.
He drove into me harder, faster, his breath ragged as he chased his release. I could feel myself spiraling again, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.
“Come with me, Joey,” Vaughn growled, his voice raw.
His words pushed me over the edge again, my body convulsing around him as I came with a scream. Vaughn followed me, his thrusts becoming erratic as he found his own release, spilling into the condom with a guttural moan.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still locked together, both of us trying to catch our breath. Vaughn finally pulled out, and I slumped over the desk, my legs barely holding me up. He saw him toss the condom in my garbage.
He ran a hand down my back, a gesture that felt almost tender in the aftermath of our frantic coupling. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft now, concerned.
I nodded, still too breathless to speak. But as the fog of lust began to clear, the reality of what we’d just done started to sink in. This was wrong. So very wrong. But it had also been inevitable. I couldn’t deny that I wanted him, and now there was no going back.
Vaughn’s hand slid around to my waist, gently pulling me up to stand. He turned me to face him, his eyes searching mine for something—reassurance, regret, I wasn’t sure.
“Joey…” he began, but I cut him off.
“Don’t,” I said, shaking my head. “Just don’t.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling the chill of vulnerability wash over me. My skin, still flushed from his touch, now felt exposed and raw. The weight of what had just happened, what we had let happen, was sinking in fast. How did it come to this?
Vaughn, standing just inches away, his breath still heavy from the heat between us, noticed my hesitation. His brow furrowed as his eyes softened, the intensity of the moment shifting into something far more complicated.
“Please,” he murmured, his voice low and urgent. “Don’t shut me out now.” He reached for me, his hand hovering just above my arm, as if afraid to push too far. “This had to happen, Joey. You know that.”
I pressed my lips together, trying to steady my breath. The adrenaline of what we’d just done still pulsed through my veins, but now there was something else—doubt. How could we just go back to normal after this?
“What happens after, Vaughn?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn’t meet his gaze, afraid of what I might see in his eyes—or worse, what I wouldn’t.
He didn’t hesitate. Vaughn moved closer, cupping my cheek with a tenderness that almost undid me. His thumb brushed across my bottom lip, the gentleness at odds with the storm of emotions swirling between us. His touch was grounding, but it didn’t make the uncertainty any easier to bear.
“I don’t want to stop,” he said, his voice thick with conviction. “I can’t.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself leaning into his hand, craving the comfort his touch offered. But the guilt, the weight of what we’d just done, hung heavy in the air.
“I don’t know if we can come back from this,” I admitted, my voice shaky.
“We’re past that now, Joey,” he replied, his eyes dark and serious. “There’s no going back.”
I swallowed hard, feeling the truth of his words settle deep in my chest. Vaughn wasn’t just talking about the physical connection we’d just shared. He was talking about everything—the unspoken tension, the feelings I’d been trying to ignore for so long.
“I never meant for it to get this far,” I confessed, dropping my arms from my chest, my fingers brushing the edge of his shirt. “But now…”
His hand tightened on my face, pulling me closer, his forehead pressing against mine. “Now we deal with it,” he whispered, his breath warm against my lips. “We don’t run, Joey. Not anymore.”
I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the emotions swirling inside me. Vaughn’s presence was steady, grounding, but the fear of what we’d unleashed still lingered.
“And if I can’t?” I whispered, the vulnerability cracking through my voice.
His other hand came up, tilting my chin so I was forced to look at him. His eyes bore into mine, filled with determination. “Then I’ll fight for both of us,” he said, his voice unwavering. “Because I don’t want to lose you. Not again.”
His words hit me harder than I expected, and I felt the tears sting my eyes before I could stop them. Vaughn, of all people, was the one standing here offering me safety. Offering me something more than just lust or passion. He was offering me a choice—a future. One I wasn’t sure I deserved.
I shook my head, but he silenced me with a kiss—deep, slow, and filled with a promise I wasn’t ready to accept.
But as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, I let myself sink into the moment.
Let myself feel the warmth of his body against mine, the steadiness of his heartbeat under my palms.