Page 47 of Entwined
Vaughn stood there, his slacks open, his erection straining against his boxers. His gaze raked over me, lingering on every inch of exposed skin as if he was committing it to memory. Then he moved closer, his fingers trailing along my jawline with a tenderness that belied the hunger in his eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice reverent.
I bit my lip, trying to suppress the shiver that ran through me as his touch traveled lower. Vaughn’s fingertip circled my nipple, sending a spark of pleasure straight to my core. I arched into his touch, my breath hitching as he knelt in front of me, his nose brushing against my stomach.
“You smell delicious,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against my skin.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as he kissed his way down, leaving a wet trail in his wake. He reached myclean-shaven mound and paused, pressing a soft kiss there that made my entire body tense with anticipation. Vaughn flicked his tongue between my legs, barely grazing my swollen bud, and I let out a soft mewl of frustration, wanting more.
He didn’t make me wait long. Vaughn lifted my leg, hooking it over his shoulder, and I gasped as I felt the cool air against my heated skin. He didn’t hesitate—his mouth was on me, hot and demanding, his tongue lapping at my folds with a skill that left me breathless.
My back arched as pleasure surged through me, my fingers tightening in his hair as I rocked against his mouth. Vaughn’s hands gripped my thighs, holding me steady as he devoured me, his tongue delving deeper, teasing, tormenting.
“Oh god, Vaughn…” I gasped, my voice breaking as the pleasure built, coiling tight in my belly.
He hummed in response, the vibrations sending a shockwave through my body. I was so close, teetering on the edge, and he knew it. Vaughn pulled back just enough to look up at me, his eyes dark and intense.
“I want to see you fall apart, Joey,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come undone.”
The words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm slammed into me with a force that stole my breath, my body convulsing as pleasure tore through me. Vaughn held me steady, his mouth relentless as he wrung every last drop of pleasure from me before unhooking my leg from his shoulder.
I was still trembling when he finally stood, his lips glistening with my arousal. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice hoarse.
I did as he asked, bracing my hands on the desk, my legs still shaky from the intensity of my release. Vaughn moved behind me. I heard the tear of a condom as he sheathed his dick then his hands gripped my hips as he positioned himself at my entrance.
He leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I whispered, the word barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
Vaughn didn’t waste any more time. He thrust into me with a force that made me cry out, his hips slamming against mine as he buried himself to the hilt. The feeling of him, so thick and hard inside me, was almost too much, too intense, and yet I couldn’t get enough. I pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a desperate need that left us both panting.
“Fuck, Joey,” Vaughn groaned, his grip on my hips tightening as he pounded into me, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the room. “Your pussy is so tight it’s like you’re a virgin.”
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All I could do was feel—the delicious stretch of him filling me, the roughness of his hands on my skin, the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume me.
He drove into me harder, faster, his breath ragged as he chased his release. I could feel myself spiraling again, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.
“Come with me, Joey,” Vaughn growled, his voice raw.
His words pushed me over the edge again, my body convulsing around him as I came with a scream. Vaughn followed me, his thrusts becoming erratic as he found his own release, spilling into the condom with a guttural moan.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still locked together, both of us trying to catch our breath. Vaughn finally pulled out, and I slumped over the desk, my legs barely holding me up. He saw him toss the condom in my garbage.
He ran a hand down my back, a gesture that felt almost tender in the aftermath of our frantic coupling. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft now, concerned.
I nodded, still too breathless to speak. But as the fog of lust began to clear, the reality of what we’d just done started to sink in. This was wrong. So very wrong. But it had also been inevitable. I couldn’t deny that I wanted him, and now there was no going back.
Vaughn’s hand slid around to my waist, gently pulling me up to stand. He turned me to face him, his eyes searching mine for something—reassurance, regret, I wasn’t sure.
“Joey…” he began, but I cut him off.
“Don’t,” I said, shaking my head. “Just don’t.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling the chill of vulnerability wash over me. My skin, still flushed from his touch, now felt exposed and raw. The weight of what had just happened, what we had let happen, was sinking in fast.How did it come to this?
Vaughn, standing just inches away, his breath still heavy from the heat between us, noticed my hesitation. His brow furrowedas his eyes softened, the intensity of the moment shifting into something far more complicated.
