Chapter 22 Yulian #2
Seems like I’m not the only one who’s turned on by the erotic wrestling. But then again, everything about Vaughn drips with sexual charm.
He can scowl, and I’ll be ready to come in my pants.
I want him that much.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want Vaughn. Sue me.
My hand shakes a little as I unbutton my jeans. Our cocks touch through the thin layer of our boxers, and just like that, I’m embarrassingly leaking all over mine.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” I breathe out against his lips, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside.
“How good?” His whisper falters a bit as he yanks my shirt off, nearly ripping it.
“So good, I’m going to burst.”
“So good, you won’t look at anyone else but me?”
“Mmm” is the only sound I can release, because now that my shirt is off, scattered somewhere beside us on the floor, I can clearly see his chest hovering close over me.
God fucking dammit.
I knew he was built, but I hadn’t expected this. Every line of muscle is defined, his chest smooth, scarred in only a handful of places—unlike mine, marked like a battlefield.
His gaze locks on me, brow furrowing more with each second, no doubt because of what he sees carved into my skin.
Then his hands move over me, stroking every healed line with a slow, relentless caress of his fingers. He’s not tentative like the first time he touched me, but there’s still an edge of exploration, like he’s learning me scar by scar.
I don’t feel any form of humiliation, because I’m downright salivating at the view of his naked chest.
I lift myself on my elbows and lick his pectoral muscle, my tongue swiping over his light-brown nipple before I bite down. Hard.
He grunts, both hands gripping my waist. “Fuck.”
“That feels good, baby?”
“Yeah.”
“Let me try the other nipple. Can’t have it feeling left out.” I swipe my tongue, rubbing it all over his hard nipple, then bite, sucking on it.
Vaughn shudders against me, and when his gruff moan echoes around me, I think I come a little.
It doesn’t help that he keeps stroking my cock with his, the maddening friction shooting straight to my head.
He rises just enough to strip his pants and briefs, kicking them and his shoes aside, before turning to me.
My hips lift to help him tug mine off, my sneakers scattering across the floor.
Still, I don’t let go and keep sucking, biting, dragging my teeth over his perfect nipples, relishing his little sounds of pleasure.
I could stay here forever, please and fucking thank you.
I immediately change my mind when he tosses away my pants and boxer briefs.
Because now, our cocks are touching, and I’m leaking all over the fucking place.
“You’re making a mess,” he muses, his voice husky and low, tinged with wonder.
“You do that to me.” I thrust against him, and he lets out a gruff rumble.
“Stay still.”
“Can’t.” I do it again, rubbing my aching cock against his.
This time, he wraps both his hands around our lengths, pressing our cocks together. “I said. Stay still.”
“Mmff,” I groan against his chest, stealing a look at his hands on our cocks.
I’m drenching him with my precum, but his is glistening at the top as well, both of them veiny and angry. I see glimpses of the tattoo on his inner thigh, but I don’t get to observe it properly as he rubs us roughly, using the precum as lube.
“Fuck, baby. You’re getting so hard.” I moan, wrapping my hand around his, guiding him to jerk us faster.
“That’s because you’re making a mess.” His words are hushed, heavy with want, and they’re undoing me.
Vaughn is so consumed with desire for me, he can’t even keep his eyes open.
I did that.
Me.
He watches with darkened eyes as I lift his hand to my face, not looking away as I spit in his palm. “That’s the real mess, baby. Use it to make us real nice and wet.”
I expect him to balk at that, considering how prim and proper he is, but his nostrils flare as he spits in his own palm, mixing it with mine as he jerks us rougher, harder.
All my blood rushes to my groin. “Ahh, fuck. Your hand feels so good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. So does your cock. It’s throbbing so much.”
“Can’t…help it.”
“I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet. You’ll only come when I’m buried deep inside you, Yulian.”
“Oh, fuck. Loving the dirty talk. Will you rearrange my insides, baby?”
“I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll never think of anyone but me.” He squeezes my crown, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Forget about my need to fuck him. I’ll let this motherfucker do anything to me. I’ll even offer him my ass.
Everything is on the table if it’s Vaughn. He can ask me to jump, and I’ll be asking how high.
He can fuck me up in all senses of the word, and I’d still come back for more.
It’s an obsession.
A damnation.
Call it a calamity.
Vaughn releases our cocks, and I huff out a noise of objection.
“Why did you stop?”
“I’m not fucking you for the first time on the floor.”
And then this guy, leaner than me by every measure, wraps a hand around my waist and just lifts me.
Me—all bulk and muscle.
He throws me onto the bed like I weigh nothing, settles between my legs, and rummages through my side drawer. A moment later, he pulls out a handful of condoms and arches a brow.
I lift a hand in surrender. “I’m safe and negative. I always fuck with a condom on.”
He studies them for a bit, marveling at the variety. “Which one do you want me to use?”
I shake my head. “No condom. I want to feel your skin on mine.”
His lips part, a few condoms falling from his grip onto the bed.
“Unless you don’t trust I’m clean—”
“Shut up, Yulian.” He throws the condoms aside and rifles through the drawer again until he produces a tube of lube.
I just watch him hovering over me, mesmerized, kind of developing a fucking crush in the midst of the prospect of being fucked for the first time.
Probably should be having a sexual crisis about that part—you know, me losing my ass virginity tonight.
Maybe I should fight it.
Try to gaslight myself into thinking I don’t want this.
But then again, I’d let Vaughn do whatever the fuck he wants with my body.
That’s me, a Vaughn pleaser instead of a people pleaser.
Cy would call me pathetic, but Cy is an idiot with zero emotional intelligence, and he definitely hasn’t had this type of toxic connection with Vaughn.
The one guy I thought I’d never have.
But I do.
When Vaughn looks at me, I grin, wide.
He frowns. “Don’t smile like that in front of other people.”
“You’re that possessive of me, baby?”
“Shut up.” He squeezes a generous amount of lube on his hand, shifts back on his knees, and carefully rubs it over my hole.
The cold gel instantly heats when coupled with his touch. I open my legs wider, giving him more access.
“Tell me if I hurt you.” His voice is barely holding on to some semblance of normalcy, his cock hot and heavy between us.
“You won’t,” I whisper, my own desire rushing through.
Vaughn exhales a sharp breath as he eases his middle finger into me.
My body yields without hesitation.
I thought letting someone touch me this way would feel strange, uncomfortable, even—but it’s as natural, as dizzying, as that first kiss on his lips.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His eyes shine as he thrusts slowly. “Does it feel good?”
“Mmm. Anything you do feels good.”
“You say that to others, Yulian?” His voice darkens as he adds another finger and allows me to adjust. “You let them see this look on your face?”
What look?
I don’t get to ask that because he’s moving again, thrusting in a slow rhythm at first, then driving into me. I’m clamping around his fingers as blotches of pleasure tighten my abs.
My spine jerks upright as desire I’ve never experienced before spreads through me, and my cock gets so hard, it’s painful.
With shaky hands, I squirt lube in my palm and jerk Vaughn’s gorgeous cock from base to tip.
His chest muscles bunch and tighten as he pushes further into my hand.
“You’re clenching around my fingers.”
“You like it?”
“Like it?” He moans deep in his throat. “I’m barely holding on to my sanity here, Yuli.”
He picks up his pace again, scissoring his fingers in me, working and stretching me so good.
My heart thunders in my ears with every thrust, every choked breath he releases.
Fuck, I never would have thought being finger-fucked would elicit chills down my spine. My toes curl, a shudder rushing through my bloodstream.
“You’re taking my fingers so well.” He drops a soft, trembling kiss to my bicep, hugging me close. “Can’t wait to have my cock inside you, Volchonok. I think I’ll come at the thought.”
“Do it,” I breathe out.
“Not yet. I need to prep you properly—”
“Just do it.” I push back and meet his gaze as I guide his cock between my legs. “Fuck me, Vaughn. Ruin me.”
He bites the corner of his lip, sucking it inside. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
God, he’s so goddamn adorable.
“I can take you,” I croon. “Come on, you won’t break me, I promise.”
He pulls out his fingers, and I align his weeping cock with my hole.
“If it gets to be too much, tell me—”
“Shut up and fuck me, baby.” I wrap my legs around him, my heels digging into his ass cheeks.
He kisses one of my arms that is wrapped around his neck as he gives a shallow shove of his hips.
My breath stutters as the burn registers. It’s my first time being fucked and Vaughn is ridiculously huge, so it hurts like a mother, despite the lube and everything.
I breathe through it, the air scattered and chopped off.
Vaughn stops, propping himself up with his arms, the veins in his temples bulging and glistening with sweat. And I realize he’s holding back, because he’s also blowing air through his nose.
“You okay?” he heaves, the cords of his muscles stretching taut beneath his skin. Because he’s struggling to remain still, I realize.
Because he doesn’t want to hurt me.
Fuck, I think I’m melting.
“Yeah,” I breathe out.
“You sure?”
“Don’t you dare stop.”
“Oh, thank fuck. I think I’ll die if you ask me to stop.” He kisses my arm a few times, the touch reverent. “You’re so fucking tight and warm and…perfect. Your fuckhole feels so fucking good.”
“How good?”
He gives another shove of his hips, feeding me a few more inches, stretching me so painfully well. “Like the best fucking place I’ve ever been.”
“Really?”
“Mmm.”
“I love the feel of your cock stretching me, baby.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You’re the only one I’d let fuck me.”
“Oh, fuck.” That gets him all excited, because he’s moving in shallow thrusts now, his breaths weighing heavily, mingling with mine.
“Say that again,” he orders in a moan.
“Say what?” I struggle, my heart beating so loudly in my ears.
“That I’m the only one who fucks you.”
“You’re the only one who fucks me, baby.”
“Fuck. You’re so fucking beautiful, I feel like I’ll come inside you like a preteen.”
I chuckle, but it dies out, because he’s burying more of himself, almost all the way in, and I’m about to explode.
Really. I think I underestimated how huge this motherfucker is. He’s breaking my ass and molding it, so it fits him.
And I’ll totally let him.
“Don’t laugh. Don’t flirt. Don’t fucking smile at anyone other than me, Volchonok.” He grunts, panting as he forces himself to remain still.
He does that every time he pushes himself in, giving me enough time to adjust to him.
I thought I was considerate during sex—somewhat, don’t judge—but Vaughn’s giving me a run for my money.
A droplet of sweat falls from his chin on my lip and I dart my tongue out to lick it. “Only if you’re mine, Mishka.”
“And you’ll be mine?”
I nod, digging my heels into his ass further. “I’m yours if you’re mine.”
“Fuck.” His hips jerk as he bottoms out, and a needy groan slips from his gorgeous lips. “You…okay?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m going to fuck you now, Yuli. I feel like I’ll die if I don’t…” He thrusts into me with renewed intensity.
My ass stretches, accommodating his length, and my cock grows big and heavy, sparks lighting me the fuck up with each rub of his stomach against the sensitive skin.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes out, hitting a sensitive spot inside me that makes me come a little.
“Am I?”
“You are…” His frame tightens, his veins swelling in his neck. “I wanted to take it easy, but I can’t fight the urge to claim you. Can’t go slow. Can’t even think.”
“Good. You shouldn’t be thinking when you’re fucking.”
He huffs out a chuckle, and I yank him farther into me.
“More.” I stare deep into his gorgeous eyes. “Fuck me up, baby.”
“Jesus Christ, you’ll be the death of me.”
I laugh, the sound ending in a moan, because he keeps hitting that spot again and again.
Goddamn it.
Fuck.
The bed creaks, hitting the wall with every powerful thrust. I’m so close, I think I’ll black out.
“You feel that?” he grunts. “Feel how your ass clenches around my cock?”
“Mmm.”
“You’re the best thing ever. I don’t ever want to leave your beautiful fuckhole.”
I drop my legs to his thighs and spit on my palm that’s still glistening with lube, then pull at his ass cheek with one hand and rim his hole with my other one, my fingers probing his entrance.
He tenses for a bit, breathing heavily, but he doesn’t stop fucking me deep and hard. “What are you doing?”
I press my middle finger inside him, humming when he clenches around me. “Do you hate it?”
He shakes his head, going into a frenzy as I thrust inside his tight little hole, curling my finger just the slightest.
“Oh, fuck.” He groans. “I’m gonna come, fuck!”
“Yes… Come for me, baby.”
He hits that spot again.
I’m so close, I don’t even need the friction against my cock.
As Vaughn shudders, his warmth filling my insides, I explode, spilling over his stomach as my back arches in violent jerks.
I’ve been fucked for the first time, marked for the first time, but all I can think about is Vaughn’s guttural moan filling my ears, and my whole being that’s in his hands.