Vaughn is so consumed with desire for me, he can’t even keep his eyes open.
I did that.
Me.
He watches with darkened eyes as I lift his hand to my face, not looking away as I spit in his palm. “That’s the real mess, baby. Use it to make us real nice and wet.”
I expect him to balk at that, considering how prim and proper he is, but his nostrils flare as he spits in his own palm, mixing it with mine as he jerks us rougher, harder.
All my blood rushes to my groin. “Ahh, fuck. Your hand feels so good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. So does your cock. It’s throbbing so much.”
“Can’t…help it.”
“I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet. You’ll only come when I’m buried deep inside you, Yulian.”
“Oh, fuck. Loving the dirty talk. Will you rearrange my insides, baby?”
“I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll never think of anyone but me.” He squeezes my crown, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Forget about my need to fuck him. I’ll let this motherfucker do anything to me. I’ll even offer him my ass.
Everything is on the table if it’s Vaughn. He can ask me to jump, and I’ll be asking how high.
He can fuck me up in all senses of the word, and I’d still come back for more.
It’s an obsession.
A damnation.
Call it a calamity.
Vaughn releases our cocks, and I huff out a noise of objection.
“Why did you stop?”
“I’m not fucking you for the first time on the floor.”
And then this guy, leaner than me by every measure, wraps a hand around my waist and just lifts me.
Me—all bulk and muscle.
He throws me onto the bed like I weigh nothing, settles between my legs, and rummages through my side drawer. A moment later, he pulls out a handful of condoms and arches a brow.
I lift a hand in surrender. “I’m safe and negative. I always fuck with a condom on.”
He studies them for a bit, marveling at the variety. “Which one do you want me to use?”
I shake my head. “No condom. I want to feel your skin on mine.”
His lips part, a few condoms falling from his grip onto the bed.
“Unless you don’t trust I’m clean?—”
