Chapter 23 Vaughn #2
“Harder?” He lets out a low grunt, pushing into me with more force. “Want me to break your ass, baby?”
“Thought you’ve wanted me for so long.” I wrap an arm around his back, my fingers digging into his muscles. “Show me how much.”
A growl slips from his lips as he thrusts so deep, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
I think I feel him in my stomach.
Why do I love feeling him in my stomach?
He does it again, burying himself so deep, the unhinged passionate violence hits me in a spot that electrifies me.
I’m kind of coming all over my abs, my cock bobbing and throbbing, hitting my abs with each of his thrusts.
“More…” I breathe out.
“More?”
“Please…more…”
“Fuck, baby, you can’t get enough of me?”
“No, I can’t…” I confess, my voice catching at the end.
And that drives him feral as he pounds me with so much intensity, it leaves me breathless.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long,” he says between thrusts, one of his hands yanking at my hair.
“I’ve wanted a taste of you so badly that I fucked your girlfriend just to feel you inside her, baby.
Everything you watched on that video was me recreating you instead of her, just picturing you bending over for me and taking my cock made me come so many fucking times. ”
“You’re sick,” I whisper even as I dig my fingers into him deeper, coming in increments as he fucks me the hell up.
Literally.
Figuratively.
I don’t tell Yulian this, but I’ve been fucking obsessing over him since I saw that video.
It’s only now that I realize my inexplicable rage was never because he slept with my girlfriend. It was because I couldn’t stand the idea of him with someone else.
Still can’t.
If anyone comes near him, I’ll burn them alive.
“If I’m sick and you’re still so fucking hard for me, what does that make you, Mishka?”
I open my mouth, but he places a hand under my back and lifts me up so that I’m sitting on his lap as he drives into me from beneath.
“Don’t answer that,” he blurts the words before crushing his mouth to mine, kissing me with the same brutal intensity as his thrusts, until sparks burst behind my eyelids.
My fingers claw into his back, my nails raking his skin, but he doesn’t flinch and keeps going with relentless fury.
“Fuck, I don’t want to come,” he whines against my lips. “I don’t want it to be over.”
It’s my turn to laugh, and his eyes widen, then he kisses me as he reaches between us, wrapping his hand around my cock.
My spine jerks. “Mff, yes, yes, shit…fuck me.”
“You’re driving me insane.”
“I am?”
“You know the effect you have on me, baby.”
“Maybe I don’t.”
“I’ve wanted you so much, I feel like this is a dream.” He groans, thrusting in rapid succession, striking that raw, sensitive spot inside me again and again.
I don’t last.
It’s impossible.
Groans and moans tear out of me, obscene sounds I can’t hold back, as pressure fills up my balls and I spill in long, hot spurts across his hand. The orgasm rips through me so hard, it feels endless, every wave stronger than the last.
As I collapse against it, Yulian snarls a string of curses as his release floods inside me.
It slips past my ass cheeks and drips onto the mattress, and I think I come a bit more at the sensation, my whole body shuddering in bliss as I sink my face into his neck, hugging him tight, digging my fingers deep.
I don’t think I’ll ever let him go. The thought spirals in my head.
I won’t let him go.
Not after tonight.
Yulian is fucked. He should’ve never pursued me. Now, he’s stuck with me, even if he changes his mind.
Our harsh breaths echo in the air, and the smell of him and sex fills my nostrils.
Hands down, the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m both disappointed and terrified.
Disappointed I didn’t experience this before.
Terrified I’ll never be satisfied with anything else. What will I do then—
“Fuck, I’m so screwed,” Yulian whispers, his husky words echoing in the silence.
Before I can ask, he lifts me up with both hands on my waist and I moan as he groans because his cock slips out and so does the cum—down the crack of my ass, onto the backs of my thighs and him.
Yulian pushes me and I try to hold on to him, pathetically, might I add. I think I love hugging him a bit too much after sex.
That’s so clingy.
I’m not clingy. Never have been and never will be.
So I release him, letting my back fall to the mattress. I expect him to let go of the rest of me, but Yulian grabs my thighs, yanking them open as he dives between my legs.
At first, I frown, not sure what the hell he’s doing. Is he going to give me a blowjob—
Before I can get excited at the idea, his tongue swipes the cum that’s dripping down my thigh, and he licks his way down to my hole.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I breathe out, my head rolling back. “What the fuck are you doing, Yulian?”
“Eating my ass.” He grins between my legs, a glint shining deep in his eyes. “Need to fuck my cum inside you.”
And that’s what he does as he sucks on the cum, then thrusts his tongue inside my ass.
I should be horrified, mortified, but the feel of his tongue leaves me delirious.
“Fuuuck… Yuli…”
An animalistic sound tears out of me, one I barely recognize, as his tongue plunges in and out, then seals over my entrance to suck before thrusting again, licking me open.
I’m becoming so hard so fast, it’s terrifying.
“Mmm. You love having your ass eaten, baby?” he speaks in low growls against my sensitive skin. “That’s it, ride my face.”
I realize that’s exactly what I’m doing, shoving myself into his mouth, chasing a high I can’t resist.
“Your tongue feels so fucking good,” I groan when he moves it side to side inside me. “Oh shit… I’m gonna come again… Oh, God… fuck!”
If I thought I was spent, my cock obviously has other ideas, because I’m spurting all over the place, and even though there isn’t much cum, his wild hair drips with my mark.
“Sorry,” I whisper, feeling slightly pathetic, because how the fuck can I come three damn times in a row? I don’t do that. Once is usually all I can do.
Yulian drags his tongue out of me, licking his lips and the cum smeared there. “Don’t be. You look and sound hot as fuck when you come.”
My lips part because… shit. I think my heart skipped a beat or something equally ridiculous at his words.
He lets my legs fall to the mattress, and my ass clenches for some reason, feeling disappointed with the void.
I reach out a hand, touching his face, loving my mark all over him. I gather the cum and thrust it in his mouth. “Swallow it all.”
“Mmm,” he hums, licking the cum off my fingers, kissing them while looking at me with half-closed lids.
I could watch his gorgeous face all day, bonus points if he’s watching me like this.
Like I’m the only person in the world right now.
“I’m fucking you again,” he announces against my fingers. “You can fuck me, too. Whichever it is, I need to keep touching you. I can’t get enough.”
I chuckle, the sound tired. “We’re young, but even we need time to recover, Yulian.”
“Nah, I’ll be hard soon.” His cock nudges against my ass.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Told you, can’t get enough.”
“So greedy.”
He grins, pointing a finger at himself. “Greedy motherfucker. Yup, that’s me.”
I shake my head, sighing. “I’m a bit sore. Aren’t you?”
“A little, yeah. But it doesn’t matter. I’d rather fuck you again.”
“That unsatiable?”
“Yeah. Can’t get enough of you.”
My heart does that stupid skipping thing again and I swallow. “Fine. Let’s clean up first.”
“Copy that!” Yulian jumps up and I hate the feeling of emptiness that lodges itself beneath my bones when my hand falls from his face, and he’s no longer touching me.
“Will go run the water for a bath.”
“I’ll change the sheets.”
“They’ll be dry by the time we’re done.”
“That’s so unhygienic. Don’t be disgusting.”
He rolls his eyes but says nothing as he stops at the foot of the bed, then taps my inner thigh where the tattooed series of numbers is. “What does that mean?”
I have to stop myself from eyeing his half-erect cock standing at attention between his legs.
“Mishka?” He waves his hand in front of my face.
“It’s nothing,” I say quietly.
“No way in hell would you have a tattoo that means nothing.”
I shrug but don’t elaborate.
He narrows his eyes, obviously wanting to push, but he must think better of it, because he sighs. “Clean sheets are in the closet. I think.”
“You think?”
“I don’t change my own sheets, so no business being in the closet.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Though I’m technically still there. In the closet, I mean.”
I frown.
“You know, because I can never officially come out. It’s a sexuality joke. Forget it, it’s so boring when I have to explain it.”
“Gareth said you’re openly bi,” I say, sitting up.
He grins. “You’ve been asking your friends about me?”
Worse.
One of the reasons I even came here tonight was because Gareth sent me a picture of this motherfucker throwing his arms around a professor. He was acting so open and familiar, it sent bile to my throat.
“I mean, I am.” He lifts a shoulder. “On campus and behind closed doors, though. Can’t really do anything in public.”
Tension crowds his shoulders, and I want to reach out and smooth it. Yulian is usually happy-go-lucky. It’s alarming to see him so tense.
“When did you figure it out?” I ask. “Your sexuality, I mean.”
“Why are you asking?” His tone isn’t accusatory, more low and husky.
“It’s just…four years ago, you only mentioned girls, so I’m just curious.”
“You were in a relationship with a girl until not too long ago, but now you’re in my bed.”
“Are you trying to piss me off?”
“No, just saying that sometimes, sexuality is fluid. And it can change.”
“When did it change for you?”
He pulls his bottom lip between his fingers. “It’s a secret.”
What type of secret?
My blood boils at the thought of the first guy who made him realize he was also attracted to men.
He’s the first for me, so the fact that I’m not makes my skin crawl.
And why the fuck does he have that nostalgic look in his eyes? Is he thinking about that first guy?
“How about you?” He releases his lip. “Think you’re bi?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t think I care about the gender in my sexual attraction.”
“You can just remain unlabeled. Your sexual orientation is none of anyone else’s business. You only live once, so just live it for yourself—that sounded so cool and smart. Aren’t you impressed?” He waggles his brows.
When I say nothing and just gawk at him like a goddamn idiot as his words sink in, he releases a sigh and pouts. “No need to look so bored. I’ll shut up and go run the water.”
He turns toward the bathroom with a huff.
I forget how to breathe.
Not just because of the carved muscles in his thighs or the lethal line of his spine—it’s the ink.
His back is a canvas of violence, chaos carved in black and crimson. I straighten, unable to tear my gaze away.
A half-coiled wolf stretches from his left shoulder blade down to his ribs, fangs bared, eyes hollow.
Around it, barbed wire weaves in erratic patterns as if holding the creature in or maybe keeping something out.
A raven’s wing cuts across the opposite side, its feathers fragmented into jagged shapes, like it tried to escape but got torn apart in the process.
In the center, a stark, angular mountain with a jagged peak stands tall.
At first, I think it’s just a design, until I see the silhouette of a hole carved into it.
Hidden, subtle, like a secret whispered under breath.
A blood-red thread runs down from the mountain’s base, splitting through thorns etched in fine lines.
My heart thuds when I follow the line, and it leads me straight to the scar near his waist, pale and angry.
He has more of those—scars, marks, old and new—threading through the ink like ghosts.
Some of them fade into the designs, swallowed by shadow and color. Others slice through, unapologetically loud and unfiltered, just like the man wearing them.
My fingers itch to touch, to explore, but Yulian disappears into the bathroom before I can do that.
I focus on changing the sheets and the physical reaction I have to the prospect of fucking Yulian and being fucked by him. Otherwise, I’ll start having nonsensical thoughts.
Impossible thoughts.
Like ways to kidnap Yulian and protect him from the world.