Chapter 17
Vaughn
I keep pulling until the shirt comes over his head, and he’s forced to again support me with one arm at a time so that I can pull the shirt the rest of the way off.
Breathtaking. The sight of this man is absolutely breathtaking.
Real people don’t look like this. This is what actual humans use AI to look like.
I’ve seen him shirtless before. Hell, I’ve seen him naked before.
This is simply not a sight a person gets used to.
As soon as you aren’t looking at it anymore, you start thinking ‘I must have exaggerated that’ and ‘perfection like that doesn’t exist’.
Here it is, though. I’m touching him and he’s solid. VERY solid.
My next moves aren’t the planned ones. In my head, I was just going for the gold before I could lose my nerve, but now that I’m faced with this sculpted perfection, I have to taste it.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to the side of his neck.
A heavy breath leaves his lips as he keeps his word to me and allows me to set the pace.
My back bows as I trail my lips to his shoulder, placing a kiss on the dog tags tattooed there before kissing a path to the two birds on his chest. My palms glide...down. Eli’s head falls back. Without looking, I know he’s facing the ceiling and his eyes are closed.
My hands reach the top of his jeans before coming together in the front to unclasp the button there. His face comes down into my hair, and he’s inhaling deeply. The scent of me.
Pulling back and straightening my spine, I meet Eli’s heated gaze with my own. I expect him to finally ask me if I’m sure, but he doesn’t. He trusts me to know what I want. All he has wanted all this time is for me to trust myself. I do.
With a steadiness I never thought myself capable of in this moment.
..with him, I pull my own shirt over my head, exposing the deep red lace of my bra.
Eli takes a deep, calming breath before looking down, at my exposed upper body.
As his eyes continue to roam my skin, he carries me into the bedroom and places me down on the foot of the bed.
His large, rough hand caresses my jaw as he gazes down at me with that look.
I recognize the look for what it is, even though I know he doesn’t.
Having already unfastened the button of his jeans, all I have to do now is pull down the zipper and tug them to the floor, where he easily steps out of them.
He moves both hands to the back of my head, weaving his fingers into my hair when I lean forward and kiss his stomach just above the waistband of his boxers. My fingers hook into the top of his only remaining clothing, tugging the last bits of fabric to the floor.
My heart picks up speed when Eli’s macrodick springs upward, making an audible SMACK as it slaps his stomach. It’s a true test of my courage and interest in this man to remain seated and not Wylie Coyote it right out of this apartment.
Looking back up to his face, I see that he’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“It’s easy to smile when you’re on that end of this sledgehammer.”
His bellowing laugh rings out through the apartment.
“Come on, Little Devil. You’ve had plenty of time to prepare yourself for this moment.”
I scoff at this. “There is NO PREPARING FOR THAT. All you can do is pray and tell yourself it probably won’t kill you.”
His laugh is more subdued this time, but it still purveys genuine amusement. At least someone thinks this situation is funny. Meanwhile, I’m afraid it could result in a trip to the ER. A sick day at the very least.
Welp, might as well go for glory. Surely if I die, there’ll be a memorial erected in my honor. Here lies Vaughn. She gave it her best shot. Unfortunately, an actual bullet would likely have done less damage. Rest In Pieces.
Remaining seated, I lean forward and lick his shaft from base to tip, and I just have to say there’s some mind mojo happening here because he shouldn’t taste this good, right?
“VAUGHN! This is still your circus and I’m your willing monkey, but PLEASE! I’m barely holding it together here.”
My chuckle gives Maleficent vibes, and I’m tempted to continue with this line of torture, but I know it’s purely out of a genuine caring for me that he hasn’t already taken over. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m already looking forward to that part.
Straightening my spine, I sit up and scoot backward to the head of the bed while unclasping and removing my bra.
As I reach over into the nightstand drawer, Eli remains motionless but watches every move I make.
The condoms that aren’t typically there but have been since our pool break in are loose in the drawer.
Slowly, I pull one out, seductively place the corner of the wrapper in my mouth as I call him forward with one beckoning finger.
Eli immediately complies, CRAWLING TO ME!
Now, I’ve read all the books. All of them.
From horror to romance, if it’s fiction, I’m reading it.
So I have read plenty of crawling scenes, but there is just no way to put into words the feelings that are elicited in me at the sight of this man on his hands and knees for me.
Instant wetness. Well, to be honest, that happened in the kitchen, but now there may be a wetness SITUATION.
Eli settles himself on his haunches between my legs, waiting for my command, and fuck if it’s not the hottest thing to ever happen to me, dream me included.
I reach out and grasp his arms, pulling him into me and leaning forward.
It takes him only a moment to realize what I mean for him to do, and he takes the corner of the condom not clenched between my teeth into his mouth, brushing his soft lips across mine as we tear the wrapper open together.
“Be sure to make all the demands you want, Little Devil, because this is your one and only time to call the shots when it comes to you cumming for me.”
This isn’t the first time he’s said something like this, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.
I’m fully aware that these comments are a warning for what’s to come, and I can’t wait.
This is him easing me into his take charge moment.
I know this is likely, so that I don’t lose trust in him when I see this other side, but all I can do is look forward to experiencing more of him.
“Take off my skirt.”
He wastes no time obeying my command. Once the skirt is tossed over his shoulder, he reaches for my lace panties, and I stop him with my hands over his.
“Leave them on.”
His head drops to my stomach in a move that says he can’t take anymore.
“I want to taste you. I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You’re still the boss here. I just thought you should know.”
Taste me? Oh shit. I hadn’t even considered he would want to do...that. I’m not sure that I would like that. Is it like a pedicure situation where you think it would be awful to have people touch your feet and then you try it, and now you’re going every two weeks to ‘change your nail color’?
“I don’t...I mean, I haven’t. I don’t know if I like that.”
Eli runs his nose gently across my stomach, inhaling a deep breath.
“Are you a virgin, Vaughn?”
His question is unexpected, but I guess it makes sense that he would ask since I haven’t ever done...that. I clear my throat and tentatively answer his question.
“Ah, no. Not a virgin. Just not...that experienced.”
“How many?”
“How many what?”
“How many men have there been before me?”
Is he allowed to ask that? “Are you allowed to ask that?”
His confident nod causes his lips to run up and down my skin.
I’m not quite sure he is allowed to ask this, but I kind of want to know how many women have come before me, so I’ll take the bait.
“One.”
“Paul Walker.”
It isn’t a question, but I answer anyway. “Yeah.”
“Hmmm. That’s good. I had hoped not to have to eliminate too many. It’ can get pretty taxing. I’ve been looking forward to Paul’s death, though.”
The hell did he just say? There was a question I wanted to ask him, but I’m too stuck on the murder vow to recall what it was.
“But he doesn’t know what you taste like. Only I will know that.”
Again, not a question, but this time I haven’t got a damn clue how to respond to that or the words that came before it, so I say nothing.
Eli doesn’t wait for an order or for permission before he trails his lips along my skin and down to the visibly wet area on my panties. He inhales loudly, and an “Mmmm” rumbles through his chest before he pulls my panties to the side, and HOLY SHIT! Pedicures have got nothing on this man.
He licks, putting firm pressure on me with his tongue, from my entrance to my clit.
Now he pulls his tongue back into his mouth and smacks loudly before saying, “I fucking knew it. I knew you’d be the only taste I’d ever want on my tongue again.
” His words have, what I assume is, the desired effect, as I am no longer trying to run the show and am now on pins and shaky legs waiting to see what he’ll do next.
I’m not at all disappointed when he sucks my clit into his mouth and swirls his tongue around in quick, exquisite motions.
He’s moaning like it’s my mouth on him and not the other way around.
His large hands are gripping my waist with the perfect amount of pressure while his lips and tongue are doing unspeakable things to my most intimate parts.
Quicker than I probably should, I feel an intense wave of euphoria start between my legs and rocket out through every nerve ending in my body.
“Eli!” It’s a breathless plea, and only now do I realize my hands are fisted tightly in his long, beautiful locks. It has to hurt, but he hasn’t said a word. He’s still licking and sucking when I use my grip on his hair to encourage him upward.
Our lips meet, tongues collide, and I taste myself on him.
It’s now that I get it. This addiction. I’ve felt it since his hand touched mine on that first night.
Heat and electricity shot up my arm and settled in my brain with a feeling that said, ‘he’s MINE’.
At the time, it was terrifying. I was the queen of bad judgment and here was this Adonis giving me soulmate vibes.
Did he feel it the same way I did? Does he feel it the way I do now?
His fingers deftly find my entrance and push inside. He’s not pumping them. More like swirling them. It’s confusing until it isn’t. He’s stretching me. Oh shit. He’s stretching me! Is it really going to be so bad that he has to PREP ME?!
My heart is racing, and it’s out of genuine fear, so I really DO NOT appreciate it when his smile widens and he chuckles. Using a single finger, he slides my panties off my body before bringing them to his face and inhaling deeply. Holy shit!
“Just do it already.”
I expect him to say, ‘are you sure’ or ‘I don’t want to hurt you’ or ‘we can wait’.
Instead, he says nothing and thrusts into me.
No ‘just the tip’ or inch here and another inch there.
In one all or nothing move HE RUINS ME. It fucking hurts.
So much pressure and damn it, please tell me that isn’t tearing.
The sound that comes out of him when he’s all the way inside me can be described in no other way than a guttural roar. That sound makes the pain worth it.
He doesn’t retreat but instead continues to push harder into me, making sure that he can get no further inside me. Connected to me. Wow. It’s incredible how quickly the pain and the pressure turn into want. He can’t seem to get close enough for either of us.
This feeling is so many things at once. Part pressure.
Part pain. All intimacy and perfect connection.
It’s incredible. He’s incredible. There’s still a dull ache when he hikes my leg over his shoulder and thrusts into me over and over again.
This new position...is it better? Or just different?
I’ve never felt anything like this before.
He’s hitting something inside me that I didn’t know existed.
His behavior now is in direct contrast to everything I’ve seen from him before.
He opens my doors, cooks my meals, and sets me in his lap so that he can smell my hair and massage every part of my body, but now, this is a different Eli.
This Eli is possessive and rough and primal.
This part of him is every bit as perfect and alluring as the parts I’ve already come to crave.
A loud, shaky gasp leaves my throat as another tremulous growl comes from Eli.
Each nearly violent thrust is punctuated with an animalistic growl from him and, at first, a weak, euphoric “Ah” from me.
Even though I try to remain quiet, I get louder with each thrust as I feel the orgasm building.
It can’t be helped. Trying to hold in the sounds only makes it worse.
He still has my leg over his shoulder when he snakes an arm behind me, grabbing my opposite hip and pulling it toward the mattress to hit a new angle, and “FUCK!” That’s it.
He powers into me again, and everything explodes.
My eyes, my ears, my vagina. Everything is decimated in an earth-shattering climax the likes of which the universe has never seen.
Eli makes a choking sound as my climax forces me to clench and unclench in waves around his cock. He continues to make almost pained noises as he throttles into me once, twice, three more times before growling out my name “Vaughn” and collapsing on top of me.
His entire body is shaking, and his breathing is loud and ragged. I can’t move, not only because of the weight of this man but because my energy is spent. I didn’t actually do anything, but my body is wrung out all the same.
Eli turns, placing his open mouth on my cheek. He’s still breathing hard, and one arm is still behind me, grasping my hip when he flips us over.
“Rest, Little Devil. You’re going to need it. You’re not the boss anymore.”