He swallows thickly, the tendons in his neck bunching as he grabs my cock in a harsh, unforgiving grip. Of course it gets harder since it’s a literal dick and all.
A shadow cuts across Vaughn’s face at my reaction, his hand crushing tighter around me.
“Because ofme?” His voice drops, his glare pinning me in place. “Is that what you tell everyone who touches your cock, Yulian? Hmm?”
I groan because, truly, he’s so hot when he’s a ball of angry grumpiness. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Maybe?” he repeats in a low voice.
He squeezes me tight, pain sparking in my throbbing cock as his other hand clamps around my throat. In one motion, he swings me, slamming me against the wall. The table in the corner jolts, and a vase explodes on the floor.
Vaughn doesn’t release me. If anything, he’s so much more into my space, I breathe him in with every inhale.
Fuck me.
I meant to tease him, but I didn’t realize I’d poked the devil. His eyes are furious, his nostrils are flaring, and he’s jerking me off with such delicious pressure, I think I’ll come here and now.
Seems hereallydoesn’t like the idea of me with other people.
And because I’m a total goddamn tease, I grab his waist, my hand slipping under his shirt and onto his hip. “Why? You don’t like that I fuck anyone and everyone I wish?”
“Shut your mouth.” He squeezes the crown of my cock, and my head falls back against the wall, and I’m barely sucking in air through his ruthless grip on my throat.
He rubs me up and down in rough, long movements, eliciting sharp tingles down my spine. All my blood rushes to where his hand strokes my very purple, angry skin.
“You’re a fucking whore,” he speaks low in my ear. “An irresponsible piece of shit who doesn’t know how to keep his cock on a leash.”
“You’re right.” I reach beneath the waistband of his shorts and lick my lips when I find his cock so hard, he’s leaking against the fabric. “I’m horny all the time because of you, baby.”
He huffs, the sound laced with a moan as I match his rhythm. Seems that like me, Vaughn loves it rough. In an instant, my hand is dripping with his precum, and I use it to lube him up.
“You need to be taught some fucking manners.” His voice is raw, his breathing uneven and ragged as he picks up the pace, also using my precum as lube. His hand slides with more ease, pulling at the strings of my fucking sanity.
“Then teach me. I’m a fast learner.” I groan, my voice cracking.
I’m so close.
My cock’s already a Vaughn superfan, and now that it has his attention, it’s ready to explode in gratitude.
“Oh, Iwillteach you.” His hand tightens around my throat, his thumb grazing my chin, and my eyes lock on his, even as his hips drive forward and heat flushes his skin red. “I’ll teach you to stop being a fuckboy and to learn how to keep it in your pants, you little slut.”
“If that includes teaching me with your hand, then I’m game.”
He squeezes me brutally, and a low, gruff sound spills out of my throat.
“Stop yapping.” Pretty sure he means to sound harsh, but he moans because I’m touching him just right, rubbing his cock the way I did before he exploded in my hands the other time.
“But youloveit when I yap.” I lift my face, but I only manage to drop a quick kiss to his mouth before he slams me back against the wall.
I don’t try again, because my balls fill up and my spine tingles, my hand trembles on his cock as I grab on to his shirt.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come,” I moan on a gasp, holding on to him for dear life. “I’m gonna come for you, Mishka. Let me use your mouth, please, oh fuck, please…”
He pauses for a second, his brows drawing together, probably confused or unsure how I’d do that.
I waste no time. The moment his grip eases from my throat, I shove him back, sending him stumbling onto the bed.
I hop on top of him on all fours and turn around so that my throbbing cock is near his lips, and my mouth salivates for his that’s bulging against his shorts.
