Wardrobe Malfunction(30)

Okay, so apparently, I’m easily brought back to life.

He gets to his knees, straddling my stomach, and pulls my tank up. I lift myself to allow it over my head.

I lie back down and get a good view of his erection straining against his jeans. I reach out and press my hand to it. Curling my fingers around, I squeeze gently.

Vaughn moans, his eyes closing.

“You’re still fully dressed,” I say, moving my hand up and down.

His eyes flash open. His sweater is off a second later.

My hands go to his button and zipper, pulling it down. I tug on the waistband.

Vaughn gets to his feet, which are nicely bare.

Is it odd that I like the fact that he doesn’t wear socks with his sneakers?

Standing between my legs, he puts his hands in his jeans pockets, takes his phone and wallet out, and tosses them on the nightstand.

He takes his jeans off.

And then he’s naked.

Of course I’ve seen Vaughn naked before. Earlier today, on set.

But this is different. One thing, I’m getting an unprecedented view of his cock. And what a cock it is. Thick and long, straining upward. And so ready for me.

I get a thrill, knowing that I’ve made him this hard. That he wants me this badly.

He’s so ripped. A six-pack and that deep-cut V that makes girls like me lose their panties.

I sit up and run my fingers over his abs. Then, lower, I run them over his stomach, not far from his cock.

I hear him suck in a breath, and it makes me smile.

Moving my fingers down his stomach, I trail them over his cock, tracing the veins running through it with my fingertips.

His hand goes to the back of my head. Fingers gripping my hair, he tips my head back, so I’m staring up into his blazing eyes.

“Which one did I get?” I ask, running a finger over his balls.

His lips lift at the corner. “The right one.”

“Guess I should kiss it better then.” I kiss my way across his hip bone until I’m face-to-face with Vaughn West’s cock.

Holy hell.

Lowering my head, I press a soft kiss to the ball that I injured.

“Better?” I tip my head back and look up at him again.

His jaw is tight, eyes heavy-lidded.

He shakes his head.

Smiling, I lean back in and kiss it again. “Now?” I ask.

“No,” is his rough response, his grip on my hair tightening.

I lick a path over his balls. “Now?” I whisper.

“Suck it,” he commands.

A shiver runs through me, and the place between my thighs gets slicker with excitement.

I do as he said, gently sucking on it. My fingers move up his shaft, and I start jacking him off.

“Yes,” he hisses.

Needing to taste him, I lift my head and lick the head of his cock, tasting pre-cum. I hum over the head of his dick.

“Open up,” he says.

He’s so bossy. And I love it.

I lift my eyes to his and open up my mouth.

He slides his cock inside, seeming to know when to stop, how much of him I can take.

He’s so thick and big, my mouth barely covers half of him. So, I wrap my hand around the rest, and then I basically bring out my A game, trying to give him the best head of his life.

This man has slept with supermodels and actresses. I want him to remember this…remember me…because, at the end of the day, I’m no one special. I’ll just be another notch on Vaughn’s bedpost. But, to me, no other man will ever compare.

He’s basically screwing me for life.

And I honestly don’t care.

“Fuck, Charly. Yeah, that’s it…suck me harder…good girl.”

His hot, dirty commands are making me wetter and needier. I slip my free hand between my legs and start playing with myself.

“My job,” he says.

The next thing I know, he’s pulling out of my mouth. I’m flat on my back. Vaughn is grabbing a condom from his wallet, ripping it open, and putting it on in a nanosecond.

Then, he’s back on top of me. His hands hold my face, and he kisses me deeply. My eyes slide closed.

“Eyes open,” he murmurs over my lips.

I open them, staring into his, and he slowly pushes inside me until he’s buried to the hilt.

Holy shit.

I’ve never felt anything like him. I feel so full of him. He’s everywhere. In me. On me. My lungs and head are filled with him.

“You’re so tight and hot,” he groans.

“And you’re so big and hard.”

His eyes meet mine, and we both laugh.

It feels nice. Not awkward, like the first time having sex with someone can be. It feels like we’ve always been doing this.

“You’re okay?” he asks.

He sounds calm, but I can see the restraint that he’s barely holding on to by the tightening in his jaw, the tension in his brow.

“More than okay. Fuck me, Vaughn. Please.”