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When he lifts his head we both look at the red mark blooming on my skin. He offers me a wicked grin. “Vaughn was here,” he whispers.
Before I can say something crazy like, “Feel free to stop by anytime,” he takes me in his arms and lifts me onto the railing.
For a second the cold metal stings my unprotected ass. But when Vaughn captures my bottom lip in his mouth, a hot shockwave races down my spine, and the chill vanishes.
The hard ridge straining the front of his jeans presses snugly against the part of me he’s just turned into a playground of nerve endings. I moan into his mouth, our tongues stroking, as one of his hands leaves my waist and cups the back of my head to deepen the kiss. My heart is still pounding from my orgasm, I taste myself on his tongue, and delicious tension starts to build inside me again. He kisses me like he can’t get enough. I run my hands over his back.
We’re both breathless when he breaks away to pull a condom out of his back pocket and push his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees.
My eyes widen as I take him in. He’s big and thick and for a second I worry this might hurt more than I anticipated. He can only be so gentle. Whether he does it smooth and fast, or slow and by degrees, at some point that big, thick cock is going to go all the way inside me.
“You look so fucking gorgeous right now, shining brighter than the sunset, but if you’d rather go to my room—”
“No. This is perfect,” I say to his cock.
He laughs, but it sounds a little pained. “You want to touch me first? Inspect the goods before you decide?”
Without answering, I wrap my hand around his dick. He twitches under my touch, and I swear he grows even bigger as I rub up and down.
“Fuck me, Kendall, please. Any way you want. I’m all yours.”
I look up and meet his half-lidded eyes. A flush tinges his cheekbones. The sight staggers me and makes me bolder at the same time. “Think I could get you off with a few more strokes?” I slide my thumb over the head of his cock before fisting him just a little tighter on the downward slide. He’s smooth, but rugged. Hot and hard…he shudders from my touch…it’s powerful.
A groan rumbles around in his chest. “You could make me come by blowing on it. Is that what you want?”
“I want you inside me,” I confess. It’s true. There’s a sharp, empty feeling in my core and right at this moment the pain of not having him is worse than anything.
“Thank God.” His gentle hand brushes mine away. He rolls the condom on then steps between my legs and once again takes my bottom lip between his teeth. His fingers find my center to part my folds and a second later he’s guiding himself inside.
I wrap my arms and legs around him and hope he doesn’t feel me tremble. Because it’s not fear, it’s gladness that it’s him—this generous, gorgeous, disorienting man—taking me somewhere I’ve never been before.
He enters me slowly, keeping to his word not to rush our first time. The head of his cock slips inside, then inch by inch he pushes in farther. It’s exquisite. Intense. My body stretches to make room for him, but I feel my muscles pull taut, impeding his progress.
It’s not enough to hurt, more like a twinge of uncomfortable pressure—a small warning that something’s going to have to give if we keep going.
He cradles my cheek with his palm. “Breathe.”
Our eyes connect as I abide by his wishes. Then he thrusts—all the way home this time—and forces the air out of me in a gasp. A muffled gasp, because he seals his mouth to mine and swallows it.
For so long just the thought of sharing this part of myself with someone brought on pain and guilt, but right now I’m overcome with different feelings. Feelings too strong for words, too overpowering to leave room for anything else except Vaughn. He grinds his hips against mine, creating the most incredible friction ever. Eager for more, I grind right back. I’m completely absorbed in him, in need of him.
He withdraws a little, and then surges into me again, and again. Harder. Faster. The friction starts to burn, but the burn doesn’t hurt. It’s addictive. I dig my heels into his thighs. Hold onto his ass. Hold onto the sensations he’s building in me.
Our kiss is a wild collision of lips and tongues. Our teeth click. He breaks away to kiss my jaw, the spot just below my earlobe. Bundles of hot, tangled nerves coil inside me.
I take a breath as he buries his nose in the hollow of my neck. “Do you like it? Do you like having me inside you?”
“Yes.” I twine my arms around his head and rock my hips to bury him deeper. “I can’t get enough.”
“I planned to fuck you slowly,” he whispers, his voice huskier than I’ve ever heard it. “I don’t want to be too rough with you.” His deep inhale tells me he’s struggling to get a hold of himself. He smiles against my throat, and adds, “Not the first time.”
I’m on board with multiples. He can captain me all night. I tighten my hold on him. His thrusts turn more rhythmic, no less enthusiastic, but measured…strategic. And, yep, it’s an excellent strategy. I love having him inside me.
Before I can question the verb I just chose, he moves his hands to my ass next, so I’m seated in his palms, and tips my hips a little. I moan out loud. His cock feels even longer, and thicker, and strokes an entirely new spot. A rush of warm tingles descends on me, and I realize everything I felt before was just a ghost of what’s coming. And I want it. Desperately. I grind against him and pant-gasp-sob through a second orgasm I swear he wrings right out of my soul.
“Fuck,” Vaughn mutters. His body goes rigid, he pumps into me one more time, and then my name falls from his lips—breaking a little between the syllables—like he’s completely lost in me.
I’ve never liked my name so much as in that moment.
