“Eyes open,” he murmurs over my lips.
I open them, staring into his, and he slowly pushes inside me until he’s buried to the hilt.
Holy shit.
I’ve never felt anything like him. I feel so full of him. He’s everywhere. In me. On me. My lungs and head are filled with him.
“You’re so tight and hot,” he groans.
“And you’re so big and hard.”
His eyes meet mine, and we both laugh.
It feels nice. Not awkward, like the first time having sex with someone can be. It feels like we’ve always been doing this.
“You’re okay?” he asks.
He sounds calm, but I can see the restraint that he’s barely holding on to by the tightening in his jaw, the tension in his brow.
“More than okay. Fuck me, Vaughn. Please.”
He brushes his lips over mine and whispers, “Yes, ma’am.”
I smile. But it’s quickly gone as Vaughn starts to move, fucking me slowly, then quicker and quicker, and harder and faster. The headboard is banging against the wall, surely denting it. I’m panting and groaning. Our flesh is slapping loudly together. The room next door must be able to hear us, and I can’t find it in me to give a shit.
Because, Jesus, the man can fuck.
He’s like a machine. A fucking machine.
I never want this to end.
His hand goes behind my back, and he moves, sitting up on his haunches, bringing me with him, so I’m straddling him, putting us face-to-face.
“Ride me,” he orders.
I wrap my arms around his neck and curl my fingers into the hair at the back of his head. I kiss him and then rise up onto my knees before slamming back down.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he groans into my mouth.
His hands grip my hips as I start riding him.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” His hands slide down and grip my ass, urging me onto his cock harder.
My clit is rubbing against his pelvic bone, driving me wild.
“Oh God, Vaughn.”
“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock. I don’t come until you do.”
Then, I might hold it off forever.
But, unfortunately, my body disagrees with that, and I’m coming seconds later. And I’m coming hard.
I’m officially ruined for all other men.
My head drops to Vaughn’s, my body sated.
Hand at my back, he throws me back onto the bed, fucking me like a madman, jackhammering into me. “I’m coming, Charly…Jesus…fuck…”
He growls a sound so erotic in my ear, I feel like I could come again.
He sags onto me, his big body heavy but not crushing, his skin warm against mine.
And I’m in a holy-fuck moment. I just had sex with Vaughn West. Way better than it was in my imagination.
Way, way, way better.
He lifts his head, staring into my eyes. The look in them makes my heart skip a beat. He looks happy. Exactly how I feel.
“That was…”
“I know.” I touch my fingers to his cheek. Amazing. Out of this world. I’ll never experience anything like it again.
“I can’t move,” he says.
“So, don’t.”
He watches me for a long beat, and I worry that I said the wrong thing. I know some guys just like to fuck and leave. Vaughn is probably one of those guys.
“Good, because I’m not ready to leave yet. But how long will you let me stay for?”
A year. Two maybe.
I put my finger to my lips, looking up, like I’m thinking. “Hmm…ten minutes, if you’re lucky.” I smile, so he knows I’m teasing. I really like that he’s not ready to leave yet.
“I can do a lot in ten minutes.”
“I bet you can.”
Vaughn
Ten minutes…
Honestly, right now, it feels like ten days won’t be enough to do everything I want to do with her.
That’s crazy because, normally, once I’ve had sex with a woman, I’m done. And I don’t mean that in a bastard way. I mean, I’m sated. I don’t need more. Well, not for a few hours at least.
But, with Charly, I feel like I could go again now.
And, from the way she’s looking at me right now, I don’t think she’d be opposed to it.
First things first though, I need to get rid of this condom.
“I just need to go clean up,” I tell her.
I ease out of her. Catching hold of the condom, I pull it off my cock. I roll off of her and out of bed.
I see her getting up. “Where are you going?” I ask, stopping by the bathroom door.
Her eyebrow quirks up. It’s cute.
“Um, to the same place as you. I need to clean up, too.”
“Get your ass back in bed, and stay there.” I point at her.
She gives me a pissed off look, but there’s a smile on her lips, and she complies.
And, from what I already know of Pins, if she didn’t want to do something, she wouldn’t.
I slip into the bathroom, toss the condom, and quickly wash up.
I look around for a cloth and find one on the bath. I rinse it under warm water, wring it out, and take it through to the bedroom.
She’s lying there, on the bed, looking like a fucking goddess.
All that long, colorful hair of hers is spread out on the pillow.
“Spread your legs, gorgeous.”
Her lips curve up in question, but she pushes her legs up a little, so her feet are flat on the bed, her knees slightly bent, legs parted and open for me.
My mouth waters.
Resting a knee on the bed, I reach over and press the warm cloth to her pussy, cleaning her.
Her eyes close. “That’s nice,” she murmurs.
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm. No one’s ever looked after me like this before.”
Her eyes open, locking on to mine. I feel something flicker in my chest.
“Then, you’ve been spending time with the wrong kind of men,” I tell her, surprised at the irritation I feel at the thought of her being with other men.
I’ve never been the jealous type. But then finding out that your best friend has been fucking your girlfriend will change that in a man.
I press a kiss to her lips and then pull back. Taking the cloth to the bathroom, I toss it in the sink.
I go back to the bedroom and climb on the bed, lying on my side next to her.
She turns to face me. I hook my hand under her leg, lifting it over my hip, and I pull her closer.
Then, I reach over and grab the blanket, covering us both.
“You staying?” she asks.
“Do you want me to?”
“I asked first.”
“I’ll stay if you want me to stay.”
“I only want you to stay if you want to stay.”
I smile, unable not to.
Battle of the wills. Neither of us wants to be the one to admit the truth. That she wants me to stay. And that I want to stay with her.
I know this is how it’s always going to be with Charly and me. And I like it. I like the challenge she gives me.
But, right now, I want to make her happy more than I want to spar with her.
I brush the tip of my nose over hers. “I want to stay here with you.”
She smiles, and I feel it right in the center of my chest.