“So, you came to Sensation to lose your virginity?”
“I … I don’t know,” I stuttered.
Vaughn smiled, and I was starting to feel at ease because he seemed sincere. “We can go slow.”
The kiss we shared was in the moment, and I wasn’t sure how things would go next. Even though I was new to all of it, I had to assume that telling the guy you were kissing that you were a virgin would be a mood killer. “Is that okay?”
“Of course. There’s a couple inside that I helped to get out of their shell and find what they desired.” He smirked. “I’m sure I can make you feel good.”
My dick twitched at his last sentence. I wanted him to make me feel good. Make me weak in the knees. “Okay,” I whispered. “But I’m not sure I’m ready to go all the way.”
“Okay.” He smiled wider. “Just tell me if you want me to stop.”
Vaughn stepped forward and pressed his lips to mine again. It was slow, as though he was testing the waters to see how I would react. There was a voice inside of me that told me that this was okay and that I could trust this man. We were under the NDA umbrella of Sensation, but Vaughn himself seemed trustworthy for some reason. It didn’t matter that he was a stranger and that we had only met less than an hour ago. Maybe it was because I wanted what was happening between us more than anything in the entire world.
I wanted this.
I wanted this with Vaughn.
Since the moment I’d first laid eyes on him, I wanted him. Hell, my body wanted him.
My hands reached up and grabbed the back of his head just under the bun, pulling him tighter against me, and hopefully, urging him on. I wanted to feel his cock against mine again, both dicks hard and aching with the need to release. Ineededto feel something other than myself, to know what it was like to be pleasured by someone else.
He groaned into my mouth, deepening the kiss and granting me what I was fantasizing about at the moment. Our tongues were moving together—warm, wet, and urgent.
Vaughn started to kiss my throat again, working his way to the side of my neck, and then bit my earlobe. “Can I taste more of you?”
“Yes,” I whispered in my lust haze. I wanted him to touch and taste every inch of me.
His hand reached for the button of my black slacks as his mouth returned to mine again. When I was getting ready tonight after my game, I never thought that I would be making out with a guy under the fluorescent lights of a tennis court. Against a wall? Sure. While sitting in a chair? It was possible. But having Vaughn open my pants and wrap his strong, firm hand around my shaft made me not care where we were. We could have been in the middle of a baseball diamond, and I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything except the way he was stroking me from root to tip, and the cool California breeze adding an extra zing to the pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned.
“I have to. I want to taste you, Slate.”
Hearing my name on his lips made me even harder. “Then do it.”
Vaughn kissed me once more before he lowered, getting onto his knees and moving my pants and boxers down to my thighs to give him better access to my cock. I hissed as he took his first taste, running his tongue across the slit of my crown before engulfing me. I held onto his head, not to urge him but to help me stand because I’d never in my life felt the pleasures that were running up and down my spine. No lube or lotion or anything had ever come close to the way it felt as Vaughn took his time licking and sucking me.
“Are you going to let me taste your cum, Slate? Shoot it down my throat until the last drop?”
“Yes,” I groaned and urged his mouth to my needy dick again.
On his knees, he took me once again, rubbing my balls in his giant hand. I started to thrust my hips, keeping my hand on his head and urging him to suck harder. He did, moving his free hand to my shaft and pumping me while rubbing my balls and sucking my crown. And then, without warning, I came, shooting into his throat as he’d wanted, and growling as he continued to work my cock to the very last drop.
Vaughn looked up at me. “Do you want to taste yourself?”
“Shut up.” I pulled his shirt until he was standing and crashed my lips against his.
Without hesitation, he thrust his tongue into my mouth, and Ididtaste my salty cum on his tongue. I was starting to get hard again when he pulled back and said, “Come on. Zip up your pants, and let’s get another drink before the party ends.”
“But …” I hesitated.
“But what?” he urged.
I swallowed. “What about you?”
Vaughn grinned. “We can do that next time.”
