Our tongues tangled and I inhaled the sweet liquor from his breath. I gasped when his hand moved from my thigh to the sliver of space between my legs. It was reactionary as I jutted forward so his fingers could run along my silk panties.
I wanted to crawl into his lap. I wanted to shred his clothes and climb on the table for him to take me. I couldn’t kiss him enough.
Our breathing became rapid. He dragged his hands through my hair.
“We’re going back to your place.” He breathed into my ear.
I nodded quickly, tearing myself away from him so I could grab my purse.
Vaughn hailed the first taxi he saw on the street. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other in the backseat. The driver cleared his throat when we reached the curb in front of the apartment.
We stumbled out of the car, Vaughn pulling me into his arms as he walked backward to the entry. I’d never hated the three flights of stairs as much as I did at this moment. My bed was so far away.
By the time we got to the top step, his mouth was on my neck. His hands shoved my dress to my hips. I pressed my palms into the door. The keys fell to the floor.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
His fingers raked over my sex, still swollen and sore from last night.
“Do you think your neighbors would care if I fucked you right here?” he growled.
I nodded. “Yes.”
I stepped obediently out of my panties as he guided them down my legs. His hand palmed my ass.
“I don’t know if I care what they think right now.”
Granted, we were the only apartment on the top floor, but I didn’t know what the people below would think if they walked out looking for the source of the sounds of passion and saw us on the upstairs landing.
“Keys are on the floor.” I gulped the words between breaths.
“They can stay.”
He spun me around to face him. As soon as I saw his eyes I forgot why I cared about the keys or the neighbors. He shoved me against the wall and I wrapped my hands around his neck. His firm lips moved against my throat. His jacket fell to the ground, exposing my shoulders.
I heard his belt buckle and the sound of his zipper. My hands helped work the dress pants out of the way. His glorious cock was free and I kissed him feverishly as he yanked my leg around his hip.
The tip of his shaft reached my entrance and I hissed as he pushed inside me.
It was blinding as he stretched around me, pushing deep inside me.
Quickly, he picked up my standing leg and slammed me against the front door, sending his cock deeper.
“Oh God, Vaughn.”
His mouth covered mine, silencing my cries of pleasure. He held my lower back and I knew there was no way this strong man would drop me. Slowly, I let go of the hold I had on his neck and let my hands float overhead, feeling the passion of each of his thrusts.
“Fuck,” he growled with a soft whisper. “I’m going to come hard.”
I whimpered. My head rolled to the side, my arms free. My eyes closed, feeling the intensity of our bodies sealed and heated.
He pumped in and out of me until I knew his orgasm had taken him. He bit my shoulder, clamping his teeth into my soft skin while he pulsed inside me. His body rigid and still. The sting of the bite turned to a tender kiss. He pressed his forehead to mine.
“Shit, Elliot.”
I exhaled. “I can’t feel my legs.”
He gently placed my feet on the floor, retrieved his pants from his ankles, and handed me my panties. He leaned over again to get the keys that had spilled out of my purse.