Chapter 23 Vaughn
VAUGHN
For a moment, I’m paralyzed, wrapped in a haze I can’t shake.
My face is buried in Yulian’s neck, breathing him in, and my spent cock still twitches inside him—because fuck, why does he have to smell so good?
Also what the fuck was that?
The best sex of my life, apparently.
I mean, the only penetrative sex I’ve had was with Danika, but I’ve never felt like bursting out of my goddamn skin just because I was inside her pussy or ass.
Don’t get me wrong, I liked it with her—most of the time, at least—but with Yulian…
I couldn’t fuck him deep enough, touch him hard enough. I just couldn’t get enough.
If anyone were to move me from his embrace right now, I might never be able to recover.
Fucking Yulian has changed my life. In every sense of the word.
Because I want to do it again.
And again.
He moves, damp skin dragging over my own, every touch sticky with sweat.
Fuck.
I’m a mess.
And I’ve collapsed on top of him, completely crushing him into the bed, one hand on his chest and the other in his hair. I can feel his spent cock trapped between our stomachs, his cum trickling onto the mattress.
Oh, and his finger’s still moving slowly in my ass.
I…don’t dislike it.
The feel of it or the way he thrusts inside me.
In fact, I think I’m lifting my ass a bit, letting him have more access.
Yulian shifts again, and this time, I start to pull out from inside him, even though I really, truly don’t want to.
His ass is the best place I’ve ever been, and my cock weeps some more cum as I attempt to slide out.
Yulian yanks me down with a hand on my back. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I shift my head on his shoulder, turning it to face him. My lips part when I find him staring at me. The blue and brown of his eyes are so bright, I swallow.
“Just thought I was crushing you,” I say, my voice more rough than usual.
“Do I seem like I mind?” He wiggles his hips, thrusting his cock against my stomach.
It twitches between us, and I groan as my own cock takes notice.
“I like the feel of you all over me.” He thrusts again, his erection growing harder by the second.
“Seriously?” I tap his chest, my fingers stroking over his nipple, and he moans.
“Mmm. I kind of really want you, Mishka.”
“You don’t say. I wouldn’t have guessed it.”
“The dry humor is killing me.” He chuckles, grabbing the tube of lube from next to him, then squeezes a copious amount where his finger is still thrusting in my ass.
It isn’t the cold gel that makes me jolt—it’s the second finger pushing in, stretching me open. His other hand grips my ass, pulling me wider as he works both fingers inside.
“Relax for me,” he speaks softly against my lips, his breath forming goosebumps over my damp skin.
“I…How do I do that?” I wiggle for a bit, just to register the bulge of his cock against my stomach.
“Instead of thinking, just feel.” He licks my lower lip as he stretches his fingers inside me. “That’s it. You’re doing so well, baby.”
My cock twitches inside him, growing harder as he scrapes his fingers against my walls, and I can feel my hole accommodating him, clenching around him, welcoming him in ways I never thought I was capable of.
Am I really letting him do this?
“Fuck yes, baby. You’re getting so deliciously hard.”
“It’s your fault.” I yank on his hair, my lips hovering close to his.
“Go ahead and kiss me. You know you want to.”
“I fucking despise you sometimes.”
“And the rest of the time?”
“I want to kill you.” My lips crash to his as he drives his fingers deep.
The slick sound of his thrusts with the lube is obscene, almost too intimate, unraveling me in ways I don’t understand. It drags out the feral side chained inside me, the one that only Yulian can summon.
I moan in his mouth, my fingers yanking him closer by his hair, my other hand wrapped around his throat, choking the fuck out of him as harshly as he’s destroying my world.
Yulian’s tongue wars against mine, meeting me stroke for stroke in the midst of a soaking wet, noisy kiss.
I can’t stop kissing him.
I think I’m addicted to it—his sweet, poisonous taste, the feel of his tongue, the hardness of his muscles.
Or maybe it’s the fact that this large bulk of muscles melts when I touch him.
As if, like me, the world comes to a standstill when we’re all over each other.
Yulian thrusts another finger, stretching me so full of him, I groan.
“Fuck,” I whisper against his glistening mouth. “That feels…”
“What?” he asks, licking my lips, going a bit slower. “What does it feel like, baby? Tell me.”
“I’m rock fucking hard. You know…”
“I won’t know until you tell me.” He smiles against my mouth. “Let me hear your deep, beautiful voice when you’re so turned on.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, this time, I’ll be the one who will fuck you.” He uses his grip on my ass, lifting me up, causing me to pull all the way out from inside him.
My aching cock bobs on his stomach, on the beautiful mess of cum coating our abs.
I push up, my gaze fixed on the space between us, watching, mesmerized, as my release spills from his hole onto the sheets.
Something in me fractures, unleashes. A growl tears through the air—and it’s mine.
The sight of him wearing my mark turns me into a primal being.
Yulian shifts me forward, farther up his body, as he pulls out his fingers from inside me, and his rock-hard cock nudges against my hole.
My breathing turns harsher, more choppy as I lick my lips.
Okay, this is happening—I’m getting fucked by another man.
Accepting my attraction to Yulian is one thing, but letting him fuck me is completely different.
There will be no going back.
I probably should think about this further, consider the consequences.
But I don’t seem to give a fuck.
“Hey.” Gripping my ass with his lubed-up hand, Yulian cups my cheek with the other one, its fingers digging into the side of my skull. “Even though I’m dying to fuck you, I’ll stop if you hate it that much.”
I shake my head. “It’s not that I hate it…”
His fingers nearly made me come, so I’m sure I’ll love his cock as well.
It’s just that this will drive the whole sexuality thing home, and I’ll never be the same again.
Definitely not straight.
I don’t think I ever was, to be honest.
“It’s that you’ll be so gay?” he asks, and even though he’s smiling, it’s forced.
I frown. As much as I used to think his grins were infuriating, the forced ones are my least favorite.
“Would it be the end of the world?” His voice drops a little as he lets his hand fall from my face.
Yulian shifts, but his cock stays put at my entrance, even though I know he’s hanging on to his last goddamn thread not to ram himself inside me.
“Not the whole world, no, but it could be the end of mine,” I say quietly, sitting up, planting one hand on his slick, muscular chest as I reach the other back and grab his cock, then shove my ass on it.
Yulian and I groan at the same time as his crown forces itself past my ring of muscles.
I breathe in and out heavily, willing myself to adjust.
Fucking hell.
He’s so huge and thick. Not sure why I thought it’d be a good idea to let him fuck me.
It hurts so good.
My hand trembles on his chest as I struggle to remain upright.
Lean fingers wrap around my face, palming my cheek, stroking my lips, and I can’t resist kissing his palm, sucking his middle finger inside my mouth.
“Mmm, fucking hell.” He groans, thrusting his finger in and out of my mouth. “Your wet little mouth is making me so hard, baby. Can you feel it?”
A moan is all I can manage because he’s growing bigger inside me, and I feed my hole more of his length, my breath hitching as he fills me in a way I hadn’t thought possible.
“Easy.” He’s also breathing heavy, his chest vibrating beneath my hand. “I’m huge, and it’s your first time.”
“I’m huge, too, and it was your first time,” I speak around his finger. “You won’t break me, Volchonok.”
He chuckles when I repeat his words, and the husky sound is music to my fucking ears. However, it’s cut off when I shove my ass all the way down, bottoming out.
It burns like hell, my lungs nearly giving out, and I bite his finger in the process.
But the growl he releases is worth it.
My body accommodates him, and yes, he’s big, too big to be somewhere so small, but my hole fits him like a glove.
And I like this feeling, the way he throbs inside me, how his veins pulse and shudder all the way in me. I feel every move and every jitter, and it makes my cock grow so stiff, precum spills down it, dripping onto his abs.
I don’t know which one I like better, being inside his warm hole or being impaled by his cock.
Both, probably. I’ll take both.
I’ll take everything of Yulian’s until he’s wholly and fully mine.
Only mine.
So I start sliding back and forth in shallow movements.
“Fuuuuck!” he lets out in a long, raspy moan as his hand lands on my waist. “Fucking fuck, baby. I think I might come just watching you riding my cock. You’re so tight and perfect, I could stay inside this ass forever.”
A shiver rips down my spine as I lift myself slightly, then slam down. The friction is so good, more precum splashes on his abs.
Yulian’s hand slides down from my mouth to my aching nipple that’s surrounded by his teeth marks. I thrust myself on his cock once more, and this time, he meets me halfway down.
“Feel good?” I ask, breathless. “Tell me it feels good.”
He shakes his head, and my heart drops and spills on the mattress. “It’s more than good, baby. I can’t take this anymore.”
His hands clamp around my waist, and in one fluid motion, he flips us, never pulling out. My back thuds against the mattress, a groan tearing from me as he looms above, sweat darkening his hair and running down his temples.
“I have to fuck you properly, touch you properly, experience you properly.” His hips jerk as he moves with shallow thrusts. “You feel your tight little hole clenching around my cock as if it was made for me?”
“Mmmfuck, Yuli…shit, harder.”