Page 4 of The Chosen One Universe: Volume One

“The back of the truck,” Vaughn said. “I can shut the door. That work?”

“I don’t… what?”

Vaughn smirked and grabbed his hand. He slammed the passenger door, pulled Sam around to the back of the SUV, and opened the rear hatch before lifting Sam by the hips and setting him on the tailgate. “Get in.”

“Oh fuck,” Sam groaned. “You’re serious?”

“Unless you changed your mind?”

It took approximately a second and a half for Sam to make up his mind. He slid farther into the back end, giving Vaughn his answer without a word being spoken. One of the seats was already folded down and allowed Sam room to stretch out his long legs. A big medical box sat to one side with a couple folded blankets on top of it; otherwise, the back was completely empty. Vaughn hopped into the SUV and closed the hatch behind him. The overhead light blinked out, leaving them in only the dim light of the moon outside.

Sam swore the moon reflected in Vaughn’s eyes, making them glow an even more startling shade of blue than usual, but before he could even process the notion, Vaughn had covered Sam’s body with his and plastered their mouths together again. Kissing Vaughn was even better than Sam had ever imagined, and sixteen-year-old Sam had a very wicked imagination. Vaughn seemed to know what Sam was thinking before Sam had even thought it, knew where he needed to be touched without Sam needing to say the words. Vaughn’s big hands were busy, pushing Sam’s shirt up, tugging Sam’s pants further open, pulling his own shirt over his head.

Sam let him do it all, his breath growing faster and faster as the idea of what was about to happen sank into his brain.

“Roll over,” Vaughn commanded as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

Sam stared at the hard length for a long moment before flipping over. He held onto the back of the seat in front of him and spread his legs as far as his bunched-up jeans would allow.

“Perfect,” Vaughn groaned.

Sam heard the rustling of plastic then felt the cool drip of lube over his hole. Vaughn’s fingers quickly followed, tracing over Sam’s entrance before one finger dipped inside.

Sam dropped his forehead against the leather cushion and moaned as Vaughn added a second finger, stretching him wide.

“Can’t wait, Sammy. Want to be inside you so fucking bad.”

“Do it,” Sam demanded. “I’m ready.”

More rustling happened behind him as Vaughn tore open the condom, slid it on, and slicked up his length with the rest of the small packet of lube. He moved in closer, his big hands gripping tight onto Sam’s hips. He thrust along Sam’s crease, building the anticipation between them.

“Vaughn. Fuck me. Now.”

Vaughn chuckled, deep and sexy, and then released his hold on Sam’s hip and directed his cock against Sam’s opening. The first breach drew a startled gasp out of him at the sharp pinch of his hole stretching to allow Vaughn’s thick length inside. Vaughn once again proved he was some sort of clairvoyant where Sam was concerned because he slowed and gently massaged Sam’s ass, whispering soft words Sam could barely process.

“That’s it. So fucking perfect, Sammy. You’re doing so great, taking me in, stretched so wide. Fuck.”

Sam pushed back, taking another inch inside him as Vaughn moved forward, meeting his movement with one of his own.

Vaughn groaned as he bottomed out and grabbed both of Sam’s hips again. “Gonna make you feel so good, Sammy.”

“Do it. I want to feel it for a week.”

Vaughn jerked behind him, letting out a wicked groan of pleasure, before he pulled his cock out and slammed home again. “You will,” Vaughn promised.

And then he began to move, thrusting deep and hard and fast. Sam lost himself to the sensation, keeping a tight grip on the seat in front of him to keep himself from slamming into it. He slid one knee over, the scarcest bit of an inch, but it was enough to change the angle so every thrust hit that little bundle of nerves deep inside him. “Right there. Harder. Fuck me.”

The only sounds in the vehicle were their deep grunts of pleasure and the slap of skin to skin as Vaughn’s thighs slammed into Sam’s ass with every thrust. Sam saw stars, the thrill of the entire encounter making him lose control so much sooner than he wanted, but it felt so damn good, so fucking perfect that he couldn’t hold back. He shot his load onto the rough carpet, crying out his pleasure as his orgasm flew out of him, through him, his entire body becoming a trembling, aching ball of want and need and desperate lust. He wanted more, grabbing his own cock and forcing the last bit of come out of him as Vaughn pounded into him once more, then twice, and one final slam home. Vaughn’s legs shook with the force of his orgasm, his hands tightening to a bruising grip on Sam’s hips.

When Sam’s senses finally returned, he heard nothing more than their gasping breaths. The windows were fogged over. Vaughn eased out of him and leaned back. Sam’s breathing began to calm and his panic kicked in. What the hell had he just done? He dared a glance over his shoulder, but Vaughn wasn’t looking at him. His gaze was locked on the front of the bar where several of the men from Vaughn’s group were standing.

“I’ve got to go back in,” Vaughn said.

He removed the condom and fastened his pants again. He leaned forward and Sam readied himself for another kiss, but Vaughn reached over his head and hit a button on the overhead light. He scooted back quickly and opened the back hatch once more. The overhead light stayed dark, preventing anyone from seeing it. Sam hurried to get himself put back together and climbed out of the SUV behind Vaughn.

Vaughn glanced toward the bar once more then back at Sam. “See you around, Sammy.”

And then he hurried away, leaving Sam standing there with lube dripping out of his ass, finger-shaped bruises on his hips, and absolutely zero self-esteem. But hey, he’d kept his promise at least. Sam had indeed felt their fuck for a week. Of course, he’d felt like shit over Vaughn’s treatment for a lot longer than that.