20. Payback Is A Bitch Named Aubrey Vaughn
PAYBACK IS A BITCH NAMED AUbrEY VAUGHN
LIAM
When I get back to the hotel, I can immediately tell I’ve downright fucked up.
I set the pizza boxes down on the bed. Then I pull out the two bottles of water and the box of condoms from the paper bag.
Aubrey’s eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, find the food and narrow as she eyes the condoms.
“I left mine back at the apartment because I was really trying to be a…” I hesitate before I put on my best impression of a proper English accent. “A gentleman.”
Why did I go with an English accent—that was fucking embarrassing?
“You couldn’t have told me that?” Aubrey shoots back, reaching for the box of pizza and pulling a slice free.
She’s always hungry, but especially so…after.
My dick threatens to harden again as I watch her eat, desperate for its release.
In fact, it’s been practically screaming at me since I walked away from a very wet and ready Aubrey twenty minutes ago.
But I didn’t want it to be about me—about my wants.
I sit on the bed as she mumbles from a mouth full of pizza. “You’re a real dumbass, you know that?”
I nod, taking my own bite of pizza. I’ll admit that she’s right. I probably should have said where I was going before I just walked out the door. But I also knew if I was in that shower with her for another thirty seconds, I wasn’t going to care about whether we did or didn’t have protection.
So I had to leave as soon as I found the thread of strength. And no, I didn’t say anything because I practically couldn’t believe that:
A. That really happened.
B. I was actually walking away before it went further.
“Well,” Aubrey says, twisting the cap off the water I bought for her. “You haven’t been with anyone since—and I haven’t either…” She takes several drinks. “You wasted your money on those.” She says, pointing at the condoms.
I narrow my eyes at her.
“I’m on the pill now.” I swallow as she finishes, “Which I could have told you…If you had said where you were going.”
I have to reach for my water because my mouth goes dry. Her words go straight to my dick, and yep, I’m hard again.
This is going to be a long fucking weekend.
I bite my lip, desperate to change the subject so I don’t have a worse case of blue balls than I already do. But my eyes find Aubrey, and damn do I wish I had kept my gaze far away from her.
She’s moving around the bed, and her eyes…
They are shining with a heat I’ve seen before, a heat I don’t want to think about as my dick spasms against the fabric of my pants. “Aubrey,” I warn. Why does my voice sound like that? Hoarse and needy?
“Aubrey, if you don’t stop looking at me like that…” My tone is stern and unapologetic, harsher than how I usually talk to her.
She just fucking smiles, taking that impossibly full lip of hers between her teeth.
Before I can catch my breath, Aubrey’s standing over me. Her hands reach for me as she trails her fingers down my temple, swirling and taunting. She trails them lower, down my jaw, then my neck, before wrapping a hand around my throat. And she squeezes me gently.
My breath catches; her pressure is just enough to take my breath.
Aubrey Vaughn seems friendly and gentle.
Until you get her alone in the bedroom—and then suddenly, she scares me a little bit.
Scary because of how much I want her—how much I need her.
Aubrey tightens her hold, slowly lowering herself on her knees. “Don’t ever fucking do that again.” She says in a voice ringing with command.
God, I love it when she tells me what to do.
I shift on the bed, groaning as I watch her kneel before me.
“What are you doing?”
“Payback’s a real bitch, Liam.” She whispers as her fingers find the edge of my sweatpants, dipping beneath my shirt and trailing across the bone of my hip before removing me from them entirely.
“Aubrey.”
She doesn’t stop.
Fuck. Me.
My dick practically springs free. A bead of pre-cum glistens at my tip, and Aubrey doesn’t even hesitate as she reaches out with the impossibly soft pad of her finger and wipes it away.
The muscle in my thighs shifts against the touch, but she places both her hands over top, as if she’s holding me in place.
Aubrey wraps her hand around my cock, her fingers barely able to reach around me fully. “You still like it…like this?” she asks through sex-crazed eyes, her pupils blown wide.
I hitch my hips back, swearing a curse as she strokes me, firm and slow…exactly the way she damn well knows drives me insane. My chest heaves, my teeth grinding together as I grin.
Aubrey smiles, pumps me a third time, squeezing hard, paying special attention to the spot underneath that drives me fucking nuts. I try not to arch against her hold, but her free hand still pins me to the bed, and I forgot how strong she is.
Her head dips, and I’m sure I’ll die the moment her tongue licks the head of my dick.
I suck in a sharp inhale when she finally does.
She continues to lick me, keeping those fucking eyes plastered on mine as she works, savoring the taste of me like I’m her own personal favor. If I thought I was on fire before, then I’m fucking molten now.
“And this,” Aubrey taunts as she continues pumping and licking me, “do you still like this?”
I angle my head as I have to break our eye contact, slamming my eyes closed, I curse out, “Fucking hell, Aubrey.”
She sucks my tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my head as she pays close attention to the underside. And God help me, I’m gonna cum within the first minute.
Aubrey inches me further and further down her throat, the grooves of her mouth and the wild twirl of her tongue are exactly as I remember, how I dreamed of them for the last year whenever I—
But then she takes me all the way, her teeth gently scraping me as she gags a little, tears glinting in her eyes as she chokes.
“Aubrey,” I plead. But she takes another pass at me, pulling me out before swallowing my length again. My hands find her hair, gripping, and I hope I’m not pulling the strands too hard because I’m too focused on fighting the tingling sensation growing in my fucking balls.
Fuck, I don’t want this to end.
“Liam—” she calls, freeing herself from me. Normally, I might groan from the lack of contact, but I’m thankful for the moment to catch my breath and try to get my shit together.
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly.
Her hand grabs me again, pumping me once as I jerk from the feel of it. “Stop trying to be a gentleman and fuck my mouth like you used to.”
Like I’ve said: I’ve never been able to tell Aubrey Vaughn no.
If she wants me undone, if she wants it rough, then who am I to deny her?
I wrap my hands around her hair—firmer, harder than before.
“Open,” I order, my gaze hardening to stone.
She grins a wicked smile, one I commit to memory—I don’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful.
When her mouth opens, I guide myself in, gripping the back of her and forcing her to take all of me.
She sputters and chokes, and part of me wants to pull myself free and make sure she’s alright.
But she gives me those bedroom eyes, and I know she’s fine, that she is enjoying every fucking second of this.
My little freak.
Then I claim her mouth exactly like she asked for—exactly the way she begged for.
Tears run down her face as I pump into her mouth relentlessly.
She works me in unison, her tongue and lips a fucking torment.
The feeling grows, spreading from my balls, up and up until—
I buck, spilling myself down her throat. I groan her name as my hand is still anchored to the back of her head, guiding myself in and out. When she’s freed me of every last drop, she pulls her head back, still situated on her knees as she looks straight at me.
And swallows.
Then she walks away.
I fall back on the mattress, my top half falling over the other side of the bed as my chest heaves. I hear the hotel room click shut as I remain staring at the ceiling, and she leaves me.
Just as I did to her.
And she was right: Payback really is a bitch…and her name is Aubrey Vaughn.