Page 60 of Rebel Obsession

The praise went straight to my core, tingling and teasing it. I was hollow, but with every dirty word and every thrust of his dick, he had me aching to be filled. He fucked my mouth slowly, letting me taste every inch of him. His precum mixed with my own arousal he’d coated himself with.

I liked giving him head. Bringing him pleasure.

“Need more of you on my tongue, Roach. Reach between your legs. Finger your sweet pussy.”

I moaned but shoved my fingers inside my panties.

I was so wet. The fabric was coated. I gave a quick rub to my clit, while I sucked him deep into my mouth, but I needed something to ride.

Two fingers weren’t enough, but it took the edge off the torture. I rocked my hips, twisting my hand in just the way I liked so I could hit the spots that made me cry out with need.

I was going to come. He was too much. Who knew the little rich boy from Providence had a dirty mouth when he was getting laid?

Who knew I would like it this much?

I rode my fingers until my legs trembled. I moaned around his cock, the noises more like gasps.

Until he circled his fingers around my arm and stopped what I was doing.

I looked up at him in question.

“Let me taste you.”

He lifted my arm and sucked my fingers inside his mouth. His tongue swirled around, licking them clean. “Not enough, Roach.”

He bent and put his hands under my arms. In a second, he had me up, sitting on the edge of his father’s desk, my legs wide so he could kneel between them. He pressed his mouth to my inner thigh, and then higher, kissing me through my panties.

He moved them aside, and his next kiss was firmly on my clit. Open-mouthed. Wet and full of tongue.

Just how I liked it.

“Is this what Fang did to you?” he asked between long licks and strong sucks. “I told him to go down on you slowly. Savoring every taste of you until you begged to come.”

I ran my fingers through the short lengths of his dark hair, fighting the urge to come right now. “Didn’t you watch the video?”

Vaughn practically growled into my sensitive flesh. “I started…”

I tilted his head up. “You started, but…”

He pinched my clit.

If it was supposed to be a punishment, it wasn’t a very good one. It felt amazing.

“I watched him clamp your tits and got so fucking horny I had to go take a cold shower.”

I slapped the side of his face gently. “Good. ’Cause that’s exactly how I felt, standing in that shower after you kissed me at the pool but were then too embarrassed to take it any further.”

A little stab of pain splintered through my good mood.

That had really fucking sucked.

Vaughn stopped. “I wasn’t embarrassed by you.” He rocked back on his heels. “Fuck, is that seriously why you were mad at me?”

I shoved him back and squeezed my legs closed. “It was pretty obvious you were.”

He pushed my legs open again. “That had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me fucking things up with Kian. Again. I saw the jealousy on his face when you and I came in and I just…I don’t know. I couldn’t hurt him again. But I didn’t mean to hurt you either.”

A little of the fire went out of me. Kian and Vaughn had been so young when things had gone so badly for them. I hated how much their past was hurting them. Kian’s attack reminded me too much of my own. It wasn’t Vaughn’s fault, no matter how much he blamed himself. Kian knew that.

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