The Seduction 2(5)

I falter. Up close, his presence is overwhelming. “You can’t talk about someone like that,” I protest, backing away.

“I know,” he says calmly, moving closer. “I never thought you’d hear. He’s been giving me grief for weeks, about how I’m chasing after you. I guess I was trying to make him jealous. Haven’t you ever bragged about something to your friends?”

“No.” My voice trembles. I take another step back, but then I feel the wall behind me. There’s nowhere left to go.

“You didn’t tell anyone about me?” Vaughn quirks an eyebrow. He stops just inches away from me, so close I can feel the heat from his body.

Oh God, he smells so good.

I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak.

“That’s right.” Vaughn’s voice turns amused. “I’m your dirty little secret.”

He leans in, pressing his hands against the wall on either side of my face; his body not touching mine, but still, pinning me in place.

“You don’t want anyone to know, do you?” he whispers, raw. “How you’re wet, just thinking about me. How you sit at your desk all day, fantasizing about my tongue sliding up your cunt.”

He strokes his thumb across my lips. I let out a whimper.

I should push him away. He could still be lying. My mind is telling me not to trust him, to turn him away. To tell him no. But this is my undoing: his wicked, wicked words.

“Or maybe you don’t want to come over my mouth,” he muses, trailing lower. “Not when there are so many ways I can fuck this gorgeous body. Ways you can’t even dream of yet.”

My head spins as he takes my breasts in both hands, squeezing in a firm, delicious grip. His thumbs pinch hard around my nipples, and I mewl with pleasure.

“Here would be fun,” Vaughn pauses, his eyes glittering and dark. He pushes my breasts high together, making a valley between the flesh. “I’ll shove my cock right there,” he says, squeezing with every word. “So you can lick the head while I fuck your tits. Yeah, you’d look damn good with my cum dripping off your sweet nipples. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

I gasp for air, sensation flooding through me. A deep pressure is building between my thighs, aching for him, the way I ache late at night, with nothing to comfort me but memories, and my own reaching fingers.

But now, with Vaughn so close, murmuring such dirty things in my ear, the ache is unbearable. Hungry for him.

“No, I think you want me here.” Vaughn pulls away, and suddenly reaches between my thighs, pressing hard against me with a deadly accuracy that sends a moan crying from my lips. “Right. Here.”

His fingers drum a torturous rhythm, hard on my swollen clit. Even through the fabric of my skirt and panties, it’s enough to send pleasure ricocheting out across my body.

My legs give way. I sink back against the wall.

“You want my cock driving deep inside you,” Vaughn growls, circling swiftly, driving me higher. “You want every fucking inch of it, all the way to the hilt. I’ll bend you over, and fuck you right here against the wall until you’re screaming out of your goddamn mind. “The neighbors will call the cops, you’re so loud,” he continues, holding my gaze, rubbing me faster. “But you won’t care, will you? Because it feels so good. They’ll find you on your knees, with my cock buried down your throat, but you won’t stop sucking me, you won’t break position, until I say because I’m. Not. Done. With. You. Yet.”

His fingers pulse harder with every word until suddenly he pulls away and I cry out in frustration. I’m close to the edge, my body shaking, needing his touch.

“Vaughn,” I pant, grasping hold of the wall for support.

“What?” he demands, his face dark.

“Please,” I beg, not caring that a moment ago, I swore never to forgive him. All I can think about is the ache in my body, the hungry need possessing me.

“Please what?” he murmurs softly.

“Touch me. Anything!”

Vaughn yanks my skirt up and shoves my panties aside, burying his finger deep inside of me.

I cry out in pleasure, bucking towards his hand. His finger curls deeper, his thumb rubs hard against my clit.

Oh God.

I thrust my hips, desperate to find a rhythm, and I’m rewarded with another finger sliding into me, pulsing up against my walls, driving me headlong towards the edge.

“Remember what I told you,” Vaughn growls, using his other hand to grip my jaw tight, forcing me to look at him. “This pussy belongs to me now, and don’t you ever forget it.”

His lips crash down in a brutal kiss as -- fuck -- he thrusts a third finger inside me, stretching me tight with a brutal pleasure as his palm grinds my clit and his fingers surge higher and I explode in his arms with a scream.