Page 9 of Vaughn & Cori (D-Ville Projects #7)

Cori

Thoughts run through my head when we leave Vaughn’s house and the infamous Douglasville Projects.

Visually, it’s not the stereotypical rundown building you’d expect.

It’s exactly the opposite actually, especially Ms. Barbara’s place.

On the surface, everything looks well put together, but when you take a closer look at the guys in the common areas boasting the same DP brands and black and white clothing, you realize it’s aesthetically comfortable and orderly by design.

But if the wrong person came through to start trouble, it would probably get uncomfortable for them real quick.

“What are you over there thinking about?” Vaughn asks as we drive back across town. After leaving his mother’s house, we stopped at Shay Belle’s, a little soul food spot on the south side that has my stomach growling so loud it answers Vaughn’s question for me.

“I guess that answers your question,” I laugh. “I haven’t eaten for a whole two hours, and that food smells amazing now that you’ve got me spoiled.”

“I hope so, because I’m ready to eat again too. Shay Belle’s is another Diamond Falls staple, so you know I had to put it on the list,” Vaughn says, keeping consistent with the theme.

As we ride, his hand moves from his side to my thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze that ignites a spark of lust in me, filling the pit of my stomach that only grows with each raindrop that falls.

And just like the rain, my lust begins with a faint drizzle that becomes an outright downpour by the time we pull into the parking deck of The Drexel.

“Somebody’s pretty presumptuous,” I say, wondering what’s in the bag that we stopped to get.

“I wouldn’t say presumptuous, just innovative,” Vaughn counters with a smug expression.

“Innovative, huh? I wouldn’t call a hotel hookup groundbreaking innovation, though,” I say, playing the part.

“It can be.”

The heat in his eyes when he says the words puts me on edge in the best way possible as we get out and head to the hotel lobby. I’ve been to The Drexel many times, but I’ve never stayed overnight. So when we check in and go to our room, I’m pleased to see how nice it is.

“You want to wash your hands so we can eat?” he says, putting his bag down before he begins to rearrange the furniture.

When I return from washing my hands, the furniture layout is completely different.

The coffee table faces a blank wall with the bag of food on it while Vaughn is hooking up some type of device to his phone.

“You need me to help with anything?” I ask.

“You can set the food out on the table while I set up this projector.”

“Projector?”

“Yeah. What did you think we were about to do?” He smirks as he continues to set up the projector and screen that covers an entire wall of the hotel suite.

“That we were going to eat and you know.”

“Nah, I don’t know. Seems like I’m not the only one who was making assumptions,” he teases.

“So you were serious when you said you weren’t trying to hook up?” I ask, looking over at him while he’s still busy setting things up.

“Yeah, we’re legit about to watch a movie at the best hotel in the city,” he says before adding, “Obviously, if something does jump off while we’re here, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

“Now what do you want to watch?” he asks, flipping through a pay per view streaming app that has most of the latest movies, and we both agree on an apocalyptic movie with romantic elements.

While we watch the movie, we eat, exchange subtle touches, but never move beyond that, which for me is just as frustrating as the movie’s main character who breaks every rule and still comes out on top.

“If it were the end of the world, would you rather make love to anyone you want or get rid of all your enemies in any manner you want?” I ask as soon as the last scene plays out on the screen.

“Hmm. That’s a good one…” He seems like he’s deep in thought and I can’t understand why. “What?” he asks when he catches me giving him a side eye.

“What do you mean, what? You’re over there thinking pretty hard. Who do you have on your kill list that’s important enough to give up your last night of bomb ass sex for?”

I’m not foolish enough to think that one night would be with me, but I’d think that he’d want one more night with Toya at the very least.

“When you put it like that, I guess I’d be making love. I don’t like the thought of a nigga getting off scot-free though.”

“But we’ll all be dying anyway.” I shrug.

“Yeah, but how do they get to go out peacefully like everybody else?” he asks and he has a point. Just not one good enough that would make me give up that one night of sex.

“I guess I’m just a lover,” I say, moving from my spot to straddle his hips playfully to prove that very point, carefully hovering above him on my knees, leaving some space between our lower halves.

“A lover, huh? All that talking you were doing last week and you’re scared to sit on it,” he says, watching me while sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as he thrusts up to brush his dick against my center.

When he repeats the motion a second time, I lose all resolve and sink down onto his lap.

His hands move to my waist and my playful straddle turns into an all-out grind as our bodies move perfectly in sync.

“Shiiiit. I see you trying to make a lover out of me,” Vaughn says before moving a hand to my face to pull me in for a kiss.

At first, it’s all lips and pleasant pecks on the mouth that shifts to a soul searching exploration of tongues, teeth, and more lips until I let go.

I set my hips to a wine, changing up the rhythm, and he keeps up without missing a beat.

That is until our hands get in the mix as we fumble trying to remove the layers of clothing between us.

He stops, stands, then places me on my feet before nodding toward the bedroom.

“Come on,” he says, holding his hand out to me with words so soft, so sensual, and so persuasive that I take his hand and follow him without question.

Once we’re in the room and he removes his shirt, I stop and stare at all the ink covering his body.

It’s a spectrum of shaded pictures meshed together across his chest, abdomen, and side that complements his physique and skin tone, adding a whole new dynamic to everything I know about him.

“Are you watching or waiting for me to come help you out?” he asks, stroking his dick for show in a way that gets me out of my head and back into the room with Vaughn because I don’t want to watch. I want to be a part of everything he gives and takes tonight. So I let him know just that.

“I’m with you tonight, a willing and waiting participant,” I say and Vaughn’s eyes light up at my words.

Before I’m able to strip completely, he rushes to scoop me up, wrapping my legs around him, leaving just my panties that I never got to remove in the way.

In one motion, he brings me down onto the bed with him, then pecks my lips once, twice, and a third time before completely devouring them.

When his hips buck into me, his dick hits the strip of fabric separating his skin from mine, and in a matter of minutes, they become soaking wet and slick with my essence as Vaughn steadily rocks himself against me, letting the shaft of his dick glide along the path of my satin covered lower lips.

“Hmmmmm.”

“You feel that?” he asks, and I nod in response, causing him to pull back to read my face.

“I can’t hear you, CC.”

“Hmmm yes,” I cry out, not recognizing my voice or the name he’s calling me, but I can’t be bothered to stop and ask why when he rolls me over with him, hooks his fingers onto the hips of my panties, and pulls them down before immediately latching onto my clit.

“Hmmm yeeesss,” I cry out again as my back arches off the bed in pleasure. So good that when I look at the ceiling, stars appear and become more pronounced the longer he spends between my legs. Vaughn has a mean tongue game that has no mercy on me or my pussy.

“Damn,” he says, lapping up my juices in a way that makes me shiver. “You’re dripping, baby,” he says as he keeps going. I want to nod in agreement but do the opposite instead when I’m hit with an orgasm that sends my head and body twisting from side to side in agonizing pleasure.