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Vaughn stands up and presses his mouth against mine, giving me another one of those soul-searing kisses. I can taste my juices on his lips, and my only thoughts areNaked. Bed. Now.
We fall back onto the bed, and I crawl down Vaughn’s body, licking and sucking the skin in my path, determined to give him the same pleasure he just gave me.
My first tentative lick across the head makes his hips jerk. Encouraged, I open my mouth and take him in, sucking on the head like it’s my favorite lollipop flavor.
I settle down and start licking my way down his shaft, following the line of the vein. I pepper little teasing bites along his length, soothing the pressure of my teeth with a kiss. He tastes salty and manly, and I’m completely happy to keep my face buried between his legs for the rest of my life.
Vaughn’s moans grow louder with each passing moment, a litany of filth pouring from his mouth.
“Rachel!” he yells as his hips buck upward. Impossibly, the grip on my hair tightens, and he starts to fuck my face in earnest.
Hearing this incredibly sexy man coming undone from what I’m doing to him sends a lightning bolt straight to my pussy. As much as I want to swallow him down and feel him flood my mouth with his come, I want to feel that cock inside me, stretching and filling me much more.
It’s rough and dirty and everything I had dreamed of. Despite having experienced an orgasm so intense I almost blacked out only a few minutes before, I’m achingly aroused again. I start to move my hand downward, ready to take care of myself, when I feel an iron grip encircle my wrist.
“That’s my job,” he growls.
I kiss my way back up his body and straddle his hips. The thick head of his cock presses against my entrance. I shift my hips, and he slips inside. That moment a lover enters you, everything stops. I freeze above Vaughn, just relishing the sensation of him breaching my body before I lower myself down onto him, taking every inch of his length into my wet heat.
Vaughn reaches up and pulls me down to lay flush against him, thrusting his hips upward and controlling the rhythm even from underneath me. His eyes slip shut, and the look on his face is pure ecstasy.
“I think your pussy must be the gateway to heaven,” he breathes into my ear.
From anyone else, it would have sounded like a cheesy line, but somehow, Vaughn makes these profane words sound like a prayer to the Greek god of pleasure.
Every rock of my hips sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. Riding Vaughn with my skin pressing against his has me heading toward another peak already when Vaughn hooks his leg around mine and rolls us over, pinning me beneath him.
“Easier to kiss you this way,” he says mischievously, tangling his hands in my long hair and tugging me upward to plunder my mouth with his while his hips piston that delicious cock into me.
“So hot,” Vaughn purrs, following the curve of my neck with his tongue. “So tight.” Small nips on my shoulder that he then soothes with kisses. “So wet.” Impressing me with his flexibility, Vaughn leans down further and sucks one of my hard nipples into his mouth, biting just enough to send a shiver of pleasure and pain down my spine. “I could fuck you all day.”
“Is . . . is that a challenge?”
Vaughn’s lips curl into a smile that says it most definitely is a challenge, and he sits back on his heels, pulling me upward with him, his cock still buried in me. I wrap my legs around his back for leverage, acutely aware that this position puts every aspect of my body on display.
I glance at Vaughn’s face and see that his eyes are locked on the spot where our bodies connect. I can’t blame him. The sight of his cock disappearing into my pussy with every thrust is mesmerizing.
“Touch yourself for me,” Vaughn whispers, his voice sounding ragged. “I want to see it.”
Something about Vaughn strips away every bit of silly self-consciousness I’ve ever felt. I dip my hand between my legs and find my clit. I circle it with my fingers, finding a rhythm thatmatches Vaughn’s thrusts. My orgasm takes me by surprise, and Vaughn moans loudly as my inner muscles contract around his cock, squeezing him like a wet fist, driving him to his peak as well.
Then it’s all movement, a frantic mating driven by hot blood. Flesh against flesh, the ragged strain of quickened breath, the low cry of a woman at her peak. Bodies plunging together in a slick and sensuous dance.
I come again, and as my hands slide limply onto the rumpled covers, I feel him continue to thrust. In. Out. In. Out. Repeating the motions until I am close to passing out from pleasure.
I lay still, wrecked, wonderfully wrecked, with his face in my hair and his long, lovely body pressing mine into the bed. His heart still hammers; I can feel it knocking against mine.
Heat floods me as Vaughn comes inside me, and we both collapse back on the bed, boneless and satiated and joined in the most intimate of ways.
The world outside dies down, and it’s just us now, together, ready to take on whatever the world throws at us. Vaughn has become my anchor, and I don’t care what happens; I’m not letting anything come between us.
Chapter thirty-eight
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Vaughn
It’s match day again, and as I set my feet on the field for the big game, the electricity in the stadium is palpable. The crowd buzzes with excitement. Adrenaline courses through my veins. This is what I live for: competition, the roar of the fans, and proving myself to the world once again.