“By the way,” he says, slipping my G-string around and off my shoes. “Those pumps are sexy as hell. Mind leaving them on?”
I shake my head. I’m standing naked in front of Vaughn Shaughnessy.
He’s going to fuck me against this railing.
I’m afraid to blink for fear I’ll wake up from this dream.
He takes his time looking at me—all of me—like I’m a treasure map or a rare gemstone. Like I’m something special. And in this moment, it feels true. With Vaughn kneeling before me and brushes of pink and gold painting the sky as the sun sinks below the horizon, I feel aglow with possibilities.
“Kendall,” he finally says, “are you ready to spread your legs and give me another taste?”
I can’t speak, but I manage to inch my thighs wider.
He takes this for the yes it is and leans in, his long fingers wrapped around my thighs. I squeeze his shoulders and watch as his lips make contact. He kisses me there with the same devoted hunger he used on my mouth. His tongue is warm and wet as he circles my clit.
I do my best not to squirm even as my muscles tighten. I’m on sensory overload, about to detonate. Nothing has ever felt this good. Vaughn licks, sucks, devours, and I’m soaking wet, his upper lip glistening with the proof. The sight makes me so hot, I whimper in response.
“You like that?” His low voice caresses my sex.
“God, yes. Don’t stop.”
He places the softest of kisses against my center. “Just my mouth, or are you ready for more?”
“More.” The word tumbles out. “I want more.”
I feel him smile just before he slides a finger inside me. Unlike the night of his birthday, this time I’m not nervous. Not conflicted. I’m so ready, and accept him with a soft moan of pleasure. He circles and strokes for a moment before carefully adding another finger. I’m just starting to feel the strain of being stretched to capacity when he groans against me. The vibration is like a massage, relaxing every muscle in the vicinity. The pull subsides and then dissolves into even more pleasure. He feels it, or knows it, because he works me inside and out with abandon. I’m lost completely to him. I move. I writhe. I ride his fingers and buck against his tongue. I taste sweat on my upper lip. I hear the erotic sounds of his mouth moving hungrily over me, his fingers filling me. That’s all it takes for the pressure building inside me to break into a thousand glorious pieces.
My breath catches and my heart revs as I chase every swirling, glowing fragment of my release. He doesn’t let up until my legs are about to give out.
“I’ve got you,” he says, tightening his supporting grip and raining kisses along my thigh.
Yes he does. I sigh and watch him move to suck, then kiss the flair of my hip. My stomach muscles quiver anew. It’s impossible to put into words what the sight of his lips on my body does to me.
When he lifts his head we both look at the red mark blooming on my skin. He offers me a wicked grin. “Vaughn was here,” he whispers.
Before I can say something crazy like, “Feel free to stop by anytime,” he takes me in his arms and lifts me onto the railing.
For a second the cold metal stings my unprotected ass. But when Vaughn captures my bottom lip in his mouth, a hot shockwave races down my spine, and the chill vanishes.
The hard ridge straining the front of his jeans presses snugly against the part of me he’s just turned into a playground of nerve endings. I moan into his mouth, our tongues stroking, as one of his hands leaves my waist and cups the back of my head to deepen the kiss. My heart is still pounding from my orgasm, I taste myself on his tongue, and delicious tension starts to build inside me again. He kisses me like he can’t get enough. I run my hands over his back.
We’re both breathless when he breaks away to pull a condom out of his back pocket and push his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees.
My eyes widen as I take him in. He’s big and thick and for a second I worry this might hurt more than I anticipated. He can only be so gentle. Whether he does it smooth and fast, or slow and by degrees, at some point that big, thick cock is going to go all the way inside me.
“You look so fucking gorgeous right now, shining brighter than the sunset, but if you’d rather go to my room—”
“No. This is perfect,” I say to his cock.
He laughs, but it sounds a little pained. “You want to touch me first? Inspect the goods before you decide?”
Without answering, I wrap my hand around his dick. He twitches under my touch, and I swear he grows even bigger as I rub up and down.
“Fuck me, Kendall, please. Any way you want. I’m all yours.”
I look up and meet his half-lidded eyes. A flush tinges his cheekbones. The sight staggers me and makes me bolder at the same time. “Think I could get you off with a few more strokes?” I slide my thumb over the head of his cock before fisting him just a little tighter on the downward slide. He’s smooth, but rugged. Hot and hard…he shudders from my touch…it’s powerful.
A groan rumbles around in his chest. “You could make me come by blowing on it. Is that what you want?”