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My fingers clutched his hair while my other hand gripped his hip. He moved one of his hands to the hand I had on his hip and tangled our fingers together.
“Okay, baby?” he asked.
I let out a noise that was more than okay.
“Need you to come, sweetheart,” he said in that same coiled voice. “Need you to feel good.”
He shifted us until he could reach my cock, managing to stroke it while still fucking into me. My head spun as I registered all of the new sensations in my ass and groin. As soon as his hand started shuttling my cock, it was over. I came with a stuttered whimper-shout, arching up in a way that somehow made his dick thrust even deeper into me.
My brain short-circuited as I careened over the edge and lost myself to the pleasure of coming with Elliot Vaughn’s big cock buried inside me. I vaguely registered him thrusting deeply one more time and groaning out my name, but I was too far gone.
Fucking fuck, I was ruined for life. This was… this was not even in the same ballpark of any sex I’d ever had with a woman.
And it was pretty fucking clear to me it wasn’t really about the fact that Vaughn was a man, although that was really optimal now that I’d experienced taking his dick, but about the man himself.
The way he could rile me up and ride me down.
Spin me completely the fuck out… and then offer a solid and safe landing for me to drift back down to.
A few moments later, I registered his low voice murmuring compliments and reassurance before he got up to dispose of the condom and get a towel. I lay there in my stupor and let him clean me off, which, honestly, was progress from the time I’d been too embarrassed to let him do this.
“So fucking pretty,” he muttered, as if it were a bad thing. Too tempting, maybe. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Should I try to get knocked around at the game this weekend? Knock a little of my shine off?”
He shot me a glare. “Don’t even joke about that.”
“You’re one to talk. I had to watch you get the shit beat out of you in the ring.”
He stopped what he was doing to scoff. “First, you should have never been there. Second, I did not get the shit beat out of me. I won. I always win. Would’ve won even faster if you hadn’t been there distracting me.”
I reached out and ran a thumb over the small line of pink skin left over from the cut over his eyebrow. “Watching you fight was hot, but also…”
He tossed the towel away, then yanked me up and moved me across the room to his bed. I sighed when I realized how clean and cool his sheets were compared to mine.
“Also?” he prompted, moving in beside me and continuing to manhandle me as if I wasn’t a college athlete with almost as much muscle mass as him. We ended up lying on our sides, facing each other. His fingers moved to my face to smooth the sweaty locks off my skin.
“I didn’t like seeing you get hurt,” I admitted.
His lips turned up. “Careful, McNeely, or I’ll think you have warm feelings about me.”
I huffed but then paused before deciding to admit the obvious. “I do, though. I do have warm feelings.”
He met my eyes. The Mario Kart went careening off course again, leaving both destruction and treasure in its wake. “Bett.”
The kart flipped.
It was all he said. Just the one word, but spoken in a tender voice. It was enough for now. I saw his emotional vulnerability for the small gift it was. The knowledge that he was giving me something I wanted, but something that wasn’t easy for him to let go of.
I moved closer and hid my face in his chest so he wouldn’t have to say anything more.
Vaughn’s fingers moved lazily over the skin on my side and hip. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, his deep voice vibrated against my face. “Such a bad boy with all this ink, McNeely.”
I felt my face heat. “Shut up.”
“Did the Golden Boy have a rebellious phase?”
He pushed me onto my back and shifted down until he could see my tattoo more clearly. My cock perked up just from its proximity to his handsome fucking face and aggravating stubble.
