“That’s it,” he urged. “Go as slow as you need to.”
I spread my cheeks and sank down a little more, and then a little bit more while our gazes stayed locked. Just knowing that this gorgeous man wanted me and had his dick inside of me was everything.
When he was fully inside of me, I waited a few seconds to get used to his size, and then closed my eyes as he grabbed my hips and I started to move up and down him slowly.
“That’s it, babe,” he coaxed. “Fuck, the sight of you using me for your pleasure is enough to make me come in two seconds.”
“You better not.” I chuckled as I opened my eyes to stare down at him.
“Ride me, Slate. I want you to fucking ride me until I’m coming inside your tight hole.”
“Fuck,” I groaned and picked up my speed again. My dick started to bob up and down between us, hitting his abs as I rode him.
Vaughn reached between us and grabbed my cock. With each thrust, I was not only moving up and down his shaft, but I was also fucking his fist. Pleasure raced through me at the added sensation against my aching dick.
“I’m gonna come soon,” I stated.
“Do it,” he ordered. “While you come on my chest, I’m going to blow my load too.”
My hips started to go faster, and we were both groaning as the headboard hit against the wall. I reached back and held onto his thighs, moving as fast as I could, and chasing my release. Vaughn stilled my hips and then started to pump into my ass himself.
“Yes,” I panted, his balls slapping against my cheeks as he fucked me hard. I didn’t even need his hand on my cock to make me come. He was hitting the right spot inside of me that, at any second, I was about to spill.
I held onto the headboard, needing to brace myself, and then he stopped, his dick all the way inside of me as he groaned. I grabbed my shaft, gave it a few tugs and then I was coming on his abs, both of us groaning and panting and spent. I collapsed on top of him, not caring that I was on my cum, or that his was dripping out of my ass.
I’d never been more happy and satisfied in my entire life than I was when I was with Vaughn Evans.
We cleaned up, went another round, and then showered before crawling back into his bed and laying with each other. Shortly after, there was a knock on the door.
“That means it’s time to leave.”
“Oh,” I sighed. “I guess it’s time to get back to reality.”
He tipped my chin and pressed his lips to mine. “This is reality, babe.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Look, I get it. Being in the closet is hard, but who’s to say we aren’t best friends who hang out when I’m in town, or when you’re here? No one needs to know what goes on behind closed doors.”
Vaughn was right, but at the same time, I feared someone somehow would find out. “I know.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll do guy shit like drink beer, play golf, work on cars.”
I grinned. “Do you play golf and work on cars?”
He got out of bed and shrugged. “I’m sure I can figure both out.”
“I have a golf course behind my house.” I got out of bed, and we started to get dressed.
“I know. When I come to visit, we’ll play a round or whatever.”
“All right. We’re on the road for the next ten games, but then home for a long home stand. You can come visit then if you want.”
He walked around the bed and kissed me again. “Already planning on it.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Vaughn
