12
KEELY
I barely say a word for the drive home, my body still reeling with pleasure from the crazy intense orgasm I just had.
I never come that hard alone, not even close. But with Vaughn’s eyes on me, his dirty words urging me on…
God, it was hot.
I should feel ashamed right now, having done something so brazen and wrong. To touch myself like that, right in front of everyone. And when he called the hostess over...?
I came right in front of her. I didn’t stop for a second. I couldn’t -- I was way past the point of no return.
But I liked it. I liked her eyes on me, Vaughn watching too. I liked the secret I was hiding under the table, how illicit and forbidden it really was.
I look at Vaughn, cool in the driver’s seat. How does he know how to push my buttons? To drive me out of my mind, indulge all my darkest desires?
Vaughn pulls up outside my apartment and parks without a word. He gets out. opens my door and then walks up to my apartment, leaving me to grab my purse and scramble after him.
I catch up on the landing outside my door. Vaughn holds out his hand for my keys, and I give them to him to unlock.
Still, he doesn’t speak.
I feel a tremor of nerves. I wonder if he’s mad at me. I know I teased him, but I was just giving him back what he was dishing out to me. I wonder if this is about what he told me, about his family. There had been something angry in the way he looked at me back at the restaurant, a dark glare in his eyes that scared and thrilled me in equal measure.
Now, I wonder what’s going on.
Vaughn opens the door and walks inside. I follow, my anxiety growing. I thought tonight would bring us closer together, and make this strange relationship more normal. Now, I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.
Vaughn isn’t the kind of man who chats about his favorite movie and childhood pets -- and I’m realizing now, maybe I don’t want him to be. There’s a darkness lurking deep inside him that scares me, every time I see a glimpse, but it’s a turn-on too.
A normal man wouldn’t drive me to do these things. He wouldn’t make me crazy with wanting him -- or send my body flying to such mind-blowing heights.
“Do you want a drink?” I ask, finally breaking the silence. My heart is in my throat. I watch him for some sign of what he’s thinking.
But Vaughn’s face is unreadable as he strips off his jacket and folds it neatly over the arm of a chair.
“I have some wine, I think, and vodka,” I say nervously.
Vaughn turns back to me. He looks so hot and commanding.
“Down.”
He points to the floor in front of him without another word.
I remember how I felt at the restaurant, how much I wanted him. How much I still want him. My body clenches.
He’s already unzipping his pants, yanking them down to pull out his cock. It strains, massive in his hands, and I have to keep from moaning.
He has such power over me. It’s his gift. I don’t have to make a single decision, no thoughts or doubts, just the aching need that possesses my body, and the single, overpowering craving.
To obey.
I fall to my knees in front of him. He plunges his dick into my mouth in a single stroke, hitting so deep at the back of my throat, I almost gag. But he doesn’t stop, not for a second, just grips my hair in his fist and thrusts again, savage and fast, filling me up, setting my body on fire with lust.
This isn’t a blow-job, steady and rhythmic. Vaughn is fucking my mouth. Thrusting into me, hard and deep. Yanking my head closer, pulling at my hair.
And God, I want it all.
I suck him deeper, flicking my tongue against the underside of his shaft as he pulls out and pumps into me again. This time I’m ready to take him all the way, feeling his huge head pushing against the ridges of my throat. I’m dizzy, gorging on him. It’s too much, too deep, overwhelming every sense until there’s nothing but my desperate sucking and his savage grunts -- and the flood of desire pooling between my thighs.
I’m so turned on, I can barely breathe.
Vaughn’s body tremors. He eases his grip on my hair, backing off just a little. But I don’t want it soft; I need every harsh thrust. I’ve gone long enough without his hands on me. This is what I was imagining in the restaurant, and it’s even better than I could dream.
I reach up, grasping at him. I find his hands, and pull them back down on my head again, forcing him to yank me closer again.
I feel his cock leap in my mouth as he realizes what I’m asking, and then suddenly he’s tearing free, grabbing me and throwing me down on the couch.
I gasp, not able to recover before he bends over, positioning himself so his cock is thrust up against my face, his body is leaning over me. He hikes up my dress, yanking the black lace to the side, and buries his face between my thighs.