Chapter 11 Vaughn #2
“It’s human.” My lips touched the top of her head before I knew what I was doing, my hand moving in slow circles over her back, which heaved a little less with every breath she took. “You are only human.” She was also just twenty-four, so young, so lost. Somehow, we had found each other.
Now she was in my arms, and I touched my lips to her forehead and cheeks, tasting the tears lingering there. “You’re going to be okay,” I whispered, each kiss demanding another until I found her lips and touched mine to them.
She would be safe. I would make sure of it. Hopefully, I could say the same for myself because every moment I spent with her like this made it that much more impossible to let her go.
It was always like this. All it took was the briefest contact to start the fire. I only had to kiss and feel her lips soften under mine to know she was in this with me, as helpless as I was against the force between us.
Hunger flared to life, all-consuming. There was no stopping now, not when she was already taking off my jacket, tugging at my tie.
I helped her, sliding the jacket over my shoulders and tossing it aside, pulling my shirt from my waistband so her hands could work their way underneath.
Her touch set me on fire, waking me up, urging me on.
I wasn’t blind to it—she needed comfort, an escape. If I could be that for her, I would. But as I parted her lips with my tongue, I knew it wasn’t just her finding comfort. I wanted her too. I was falling, and there was no turning back. And she would be mine.
“What are we doing?” she asked while my hands toured her luscious curves. “What is this?”
“Do you need me to tell you?” I asked, my mouth traveling along the curve of her jaw. “It seems pretty obvious.”
“I didn’t mean that.” Her questions didn’t stop her from rubbing my dick through my pants, did they? “I mean, why does this keep happening? I keep telling myself not to let it, but… I can’t help it.”
“Stop trying,” I urged, ready to fuck her senselessly until she forgot all threats and fear in favor of what I could do to her body.
“Then touch me,” she begged before going in for another kiss and another, moaning into my mouth.
She was desperate, but then so was I, running my hands over her body, cupping her tits, savoring the sounds pouring out of her.
They got louder when I squeezed and turned to high-pitched whimpers when I toyed with her nipples through her tank top and the bra underneath.
It wasn’t enough. I’d gotten a taste, and nothing would stop me from getting more.
As she got on her knees on the couch, I stripped away her thin cardigan and slid the straps over her shoulders, burying my face between her tits, working them free from her clothes, my tongue tracing every inch of exposed skin until I was able to take one of her nipples in my mouth.
“God, yes,” she moaned, finally straddling my lap, grinding her covered pussy against my covered dick. Pleasure pulsed through me with every motion of her fingers in my hair, her arms around my shoulders, holding me close.
Was it wrong? Did I care? It became my personal mission to make her scream, and she was already close to it, barely leaving me hanging onto self-control by the thinnest of threads while she ground her pussy against me.
“Are you trying to make me come?” I whispered between switching sides, scraping my teeth over her sensitive flesh, reveling in her high-pitched gasps.
“No,” she gasped, riding harder. “Just me.”
That’s what she wanted? That was what she was going to get. I pulled her tight against me, cupping her ass under her skirt and digging in. “Then do it. Make yourself come.” I groaned, watching her head fall back and her mouth fall open.
It was too much. I wasn’t sure I could take it much longer, but she was so close, so hot, moving faster, breathing faster, taking me along with her.
I was about to burst out of my zipper, but this was about her getting what she needed.
Remembering she could still feel good in the middle of all of this.
“Yes… yes, Vaughn… oh God!” She rocked her hips one last time, going stiff before her gorgeous tits began heaving in my face with every ragged breath. I was fairly sure I’d died and gone to heaven.
She slowly settled back down, but I hadn’t. Oh, no, it was my turn now. Sliding my hand into my back pocket, I pulled out my wallet, still massaging her ass with the other hand while I withdrew a condom.
“You just carry them around with you?” she asked, laughing softly in between gasps for air as she came down. “How many women have you taken on this couch?”
“You’d be the first, and I believe in being prepared.
” I picked her up by the hips, giving me room to finally free myself from my cage.
Nothing had ever been more satisfying than pulling myself free, unrolling the latex while she hiked her skirt up around her waist and moved her thong to the side.
I slid a hand, playing with her slit, savoring the scent of her arousal while I luxuriated in her hot, silky flesh.
“You’re ready for another one, aren’t you?” I asked, lining myself up with her, dragging my head through her folds until she moaned again and began to move with me.
I had to take it slowly. She was so fucking tight, not used to anyone as big as me.
The last thing I wanted was to hurt her, even if I needed more than anything to fuck her brains out.
This was what she did to me. She made me determined to take her, claim her until she forgot every other man but me.
I wasn’t accustomed to this feeling. It was as new to me as my wide shaft was to her, stretching her farther, making her whine softly as she lowered herself with my hands clutching her hips.
“So… big…” Her head rolled from one side to the other, her hair swinging, her nails digging into my shoulders before she fumbled with my buttons to open my shirt.
Yes, I needed that, needed her hands on my skin while I moved her up and down, setting the pace, taking it slow to draw it out, to savor every moment, every sound, all of it.
“You feel incredible,” I breathed out against her skin, licking, sucking, driving us both a little closer to oblivion with every stroke. “You taste so good.”
Once I set the pace, she took over, almost bouncing on me.
I caught her nipples with my tongue as they moved up and down, making her squeal, making her move faster, grinding hard on the downstroke, working herself into a frenzy again.
What was already tight got tighter, almost painful, squeezing my dick.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I said, gripping her hips and slamming her down onto my cock.
Her head tilted back, a moan spilling from her lips.
“You’re going to come all over me, aren’t you? ”
“Yes!” She nearly sobbed, making me hiss as her nails marked my shoulders and chest the more her desperation grew.
“Fuck, Nova!” Gripping her hips again, I jerked upward, meeting her strokes, groaning through gritted teeth as we moved faster and faster, racing to the end.
One final stroke sent her slamming down onto me, arching her back, filling the room with her guttural scream before she trembled and fell against me.
Finally, I could let go, pumping her up and down a few more times before releasing. My head fell back against the couch, her face wedged between my neck and shoulder, muffling her moans as she came down again.
There was nothing like the sense of relief that rolled over me. Tension drained from my muscles as it did from hers until she was limp against me. I had to lift her away no matter how much better it would’ve been to hold her a little longer.
As far as I was concerned, we had time for that. I wasn’t about to let her go home alone now, not the way she was feeling. I couldn’t let her torment herself without at least being there for her.
“Did you have any plans this weekend?” I asked, still breathing hard. “Because I don’t. Stay here with me.”
She opened her eyes, taking a deep breath before looking my way. I’d never seen anything as erotic—legs splayed, heaving tits hanging free with her bra and tank wedged under them, and flushed, her mouth a little swollen from the kisses we’d shared.
“Why do I feel like I might be in more trouble here than I would be on my own?” she murmured with a slow grin I chose to take as acceptance.