Chapter 36 Vaughn #2
“I’ll hold you accountable to that.”
“By all means.”
His hand squeezes around my thigh, hotly possessive, and I know that if I don’t move, he’ll be trying to worm his way into sex. Which is a problem—I don’t think I’m strong enough to refuse him anymore.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand, saving me.
“Dry your hair with the towel.” I stand up and grab the phone. “It’s Dad.”
“Take your time. I’ll call Alya and Cy.”
“His name is Cyrus.”
He swats me on the ass as I pass him by. “Stop being jealous of my best friend.”
I grumble, and he just laughs as I walk to the hallway, closing the door behind me because I really don’t want to hear him joke around with his “best friend.”
Mom and Dad are checking in on me, and I consider telling them about my plan, but I’ll need Yulian to agree first, so I hold fire on that.
When I go back to the room, Yulian is still on the edge of the bed, drying his hair with a towel. I take it from him, stepping between his legs as I slowly move the towel on his hair. “Is everything all right?”
He blinks up at me, and I think I see fear—terror, actually—but then I blink once and it’s gone, replaced by a smile.
“Mm.” The rumble of his voice echoes in the air.
“Is Alina okay?”
“Yeah.”
I watch him closely, but he’s grinning up at me. Maybe I imagined it…
“What were you talking about with your uncle Maks after dinner?” he asks. “All secretive and stuff.”
“Uncle Maks says we can go to your dedushka’s estate if you want.
He’s always wanted to go back to Kabardino and Mount Elbrus.
I said it’s far and we should wait a bit longer.
A six-hour flight might be too much, even if it’s in a private jet.
Uncle Maks says we’ll be there before I finish a drink, but he’s just downplaying it… Baby, are you listening?”
He blinks, and I think I see a shine in his eyes. “Yeah. We can go. I’ll be fine.”
“But…”
He wraps his hands around my waist, laying his head on the center of my chest. “We can go wherever you want. Tonight, even.”
“Not a chance.” My fingers pause on his hair. “Maybe in a couple of days.”
“Okay.”
“Will you be okay if Mom and Dad join? They want to meet you officially.”
“Do you want me to meet them?”
“Of course.” I stroke my hand through his damp hair. “It’d make me so happy.”
“Then we’ll do that. We can all go to Kabardino. I know enough of the language to get by.”
“Really?”
“Mmm.” He leans in and kisses my nipple, his tongue peeking out to lick it before he bites down.
A spark of desire rushes to my cock as he does the same to the other one. My fingers pull on his hair as he licks his way down my abs, biting and sucking.
Fuck. It’s been too long, my balls are throbbing, and my cock is hard in an instant. Seems that I have Yulian’s libido now.
“Stop.” I gently push him back with my hold on his head. “You’re still hurt.”
“Fuck that.” His fingers sink into my hips, pulling me closer so he can bite on my V muscles, and I grunt.
Fuck, that feels as if my veins have been injected with an aphrodisiac. I’m so turned on, I can’t see straight, my fingers relaxing in his hair. “Yulian…fucking hell…”
“Let me have you, hmm, baby, please?” He’s speaking against my groin as the towel slips from around my waist and falls to the floor by our feet.
Yulian groans as he tries to get down on the ground, but I push him back on the bed, so he’s lying on his back. “Don’t move.”
The disappointment in his face squeezes my chest.
“Mishka…”
“I’ll do everything, okay? If you move or I feel like you’re exerting yourself, we’ll stop.”
He nods eagerly, his cock tenting against the towel. I help position him so he’s lying on his back in the middle of the bed. The towel falls open, revealing his rock-hard, engorged cock.
I raise a brow. “Already?”
“I’ve been having withdrawals for weeks, can’t help it.”
I chuckle softly as I dig into the drawer, and I find lube and condoms. Uncle Maks is definitely the one who put them there.
“See?” Yulian grins, watching me. “Even your uncles manifested this.”
I grab the lube and position myself on top of him, my knees on either side of his thighs as I wrap my hand around his cock. He throbs like hell in my grip, the veins protruding more.
“You’re getting thicker, Volchonok.” My voice is slightly husky, thick with arousal as my own cock bobs against his thighs.
“It’s all your fault, Mishka.”
“Is that so?”
“Uh-huh. Your big hands make me want to come all over them.”
“How about my mouth, then?” I lower my head and take him all the way to the back of my throat, fighting any gag reflex. He loves when I do this, and I trained my throat to fit him.
I light up at the string of curses that spill out of him as precum fills my mouth, and I swallow, breathing slowly through my nose. “Fucking hell, baby, yes…fuck…your hot, wet mouth is made to take my cock.”
“Mmm.”
“Choke on it…let me feel your throat.” His voice gets huskier as he grabs my hair and starts to move.
I shove his hips down and pull him out. “No moving, Yulian.”
“Ugh…” He looks at me, his chest rising and falling deeply but steadily. “This is fucking torture.”
“Shh.” I kiss and lick the underside of his cock, then take it in my mouth again, letting saliva fill my mouth, and then suck him off slowly, sloppily, choking on his girth and length like he wanted.
The sounds are obscene, echoing around us like a mantra, and I’m so hard from the feel and taste of him, I think I’ll burst.
It’s really been too long.
“Holy fucking Jesus…” He gasps. “You’re taking my cock so well, baby.”
“Mmm.”
“Your mouth feels like heaven.” He strokes my hair as he speaks, and I know I need to take it slow, but I’m so fucking hungry.
For him.
For this.
Keeping my mouth wrapped around his cock, I bob up and down. He releases another string of curses, throbbing in my mouth, and I squeeze lube on my hand and reach to my ass, pushing a finger in and groaning around his cock.
That makes him grunt in a low, needy voice.
“You making your little hole wet for me, baby?” he speaks in rough words.
“Mmm.” I circle my rim with my lubed fingers.
“Put another finger in. Make it nice and wet for my cock, yeah?”
Fucking hell, his dirty mouth is going to be the death of me.
My fingers move of their own accord as I insert one more, and I rumble low in my chest. His cock in my mouth and my fingers in my ass are pushing me over the edge.
“Finger yourself for me.” He angles my head slightly so that I meet his eyes. “Let me see the way you want me.”
I add another finger, stuffing myself full, as I suck him off. It’s so sloppy now, saliva and precum sliding down his cock and onto his balls.
“Holy fuck…you’re so beautiful, baby. So ethereal and unreal. Sometimes, I can’t believe I’m with you.” He pulls on my hair. “Sit on my cock. I want to come buried deep inside you.”
A grunt pours from my lips as I make him sloppier, dragging the saliva and precum all over his length, using the mix to lube his cock, then pull out my fingers.
“Vaughn…” he croaks, a bit impatient. “I want to fill that beautiful ass with my cock.”
“Don’t call me that,” I say after pulling his cock out of my mouth, taking it in one hand as I maneuver myself so I’m squatting on top of him, careful not to touch him anywhere else.
“Don’t call you by your name?”
“No.” I squeeze his cock and guide him into my hole. My body relaxes, but it’s been a while, and I was so eager to feel his cock, I didn’t prep properly. His length pushes past the entrance, and it stings a bit, but I make it work, slowly taking him in.
“No?” He moans, his dick sliding deeper inside me.
“Not when you’re buried in me, no.” I grunt, my legs shaking as I fight the need to shove myself all the way down.
“Fuck, you’re too slow.”
“I have to be. Stay still.” I slope forward, holding my whole weight on my arms on either side of his face, and drop a soft kiss to his forehead before a droplet of sweat follows. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not made of glass, baby.” He strokes my cheek, shoving my hair back. “Bottom out.”
I groan. “Volchonok…”
“Do it. Take my cock in my cumhole.”
“Mmmf.” I shove myself all the way down as slowly as possible, my eyes never leaving his. “Fuck.”
“Fuck yes…your tight little hole is made for my cock, isn’t it, baby?”
“Yeah…I love the feeling of you filling me. I missed this.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm. You’re perfect.” I kiss his forehead, his cheek, my lips barely ghosting them, so this doesn’t turn into a frenzy.
“This ass is perfect.” He squeezes my cheek, then slaps it, and I groan.
“It’s yours.” I’m all yours.
“I own your ass?”
“Yeah.”
“Then make this ass swallow my cock.” He squeezes again. “Ride me.”
I push back so that I’m upright, my hands on the mattress so I’m supporting myself and not putting any of my weight on him. My movements are slightly shaky as my muscles strain, but I slide up his cock, then slowly sink down, making sure not to slam against his groin in any way.
We both groan in unison.
“You feel how your perfect little hole is clenching around my cock, baby?”
I nod, thrusting up and down slowly, taking my time. I chose this position so I wouldn’t hurt him, but really, this feels fucking amazing. My body registers every throb of his cock, every move, every stutter of his breath.
Fucking hell. I’ve missed him more than I initially thought.
“You’re stretching me so good.” I moan.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…I love fucking myself on your cock.”
“Oh, fuck. Show me…show me how much you love it.”
I lift myself up and groan on my way down, matching his loud grunt. I ride his cock so good, he’s moaning and I’m coming a little with each thrust. Not only because of how his cock hits my prostate, but because of the way he’s looking at me right now. His eyes gleaming, his lips parted.
So I rotate my hips and move in the slowest, most passionate way I ever have. My chest aches as I watch his heartbreakingly beautiful face and the way he looks at me.
As if I’m the only thing that matters in the world.