His eyes move to my lips. I wet them with my tongue. It’s automatic, but I won’t deny that the flare of lust in his eyes sends a thrill zinging to my clit.
“It’s just that I need to keep my name out of the press. I promised Jack, my manager, and I promised myself, no fucking around while I do this film. Brandon wanted me for the movie, but before he offered it to me, he had reservations because of the way I’d been living my life. I need this movie. I need the focus to be on this movie and not who I’m sleeping with.”
“We’re not sleeping together.” My voice comes out a little sharper than intended.
Okay, I intended it to be sharp.
“I know. I mean, I want to sleep with you…”
He moves closer, and my breath catches.
“Well, what I want to do with you wouldn’t require any sleep. I want to fuck you until neither of us can walk. But I can’t. Not right now.” He steps back, dropping my hand. “I can’t get involved with you even though I really want to.”
“It’s fine, Vaughn. I get it.” And I do. Only my libido isn’t feeling too happy about it. “Friends.” I hold my hand out to him, forcing a smile onto my face.
He stares at it for a beat, and I remember how he rejected my hand the first time I met him.
I’m just about to pull away when he slips his hand into mine. Electricity fires up my arm, the feel of his rough hand reminding me of how it felt on me just those few minutes ago.
He looks at me. “Friends,” he says.
And he smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
Chapter 13
Charly
It’s around ten, and I’m lying in bed, wearing my pajamas—a tank and boy shorts. I’m watching a Sex and the City rerun, eating chocolate.
Hey, don’t judge. I’m feeling a little sorry for myself over Vaughn.
When there’s a knock at my door, I stop chewing.
Who could that be?
My eyes go to the door like it holds the answer.
Putting my bar of chocolate down on the nightstand, I slide my legs off the bed and quietly pad over to the door.
I put my ear to the door but can’t hear anything.
I swallow the chocolate in my mouth. “Who is it?” I ask.
“Vaughn.”
Holy Jesus.
What is he doing here?
My heart bangs hard against my chest as I take ahold of the handle and open the door.
And there he is, looking beautiful, wearing a Lakers ball cap pulled low over his eyes, light-blue jeans with his hands pushed into the pockets, and a midnight blue V-neck sweater that looks soft to the touch. I’m almost certain that it’s Armani. That sweater more than likely costs more than my whole month’s rent.
“Hi,” I say softly, curling my fingers into the hem of my shorts.
His hands pull from his pockets, going to either side of the doorframe where he grips it. “So, it turns out, the friends thing isn’t going to work for me.”
“Oh.” I sag a little. “Why not?”
“Because it’s not enough. I need more. I want more…I want all of you.”
My heart soars, and my panties mentally drop.
A second later, my face is in his hands, and he’s kissing me like he might die if he doesn’t. I know I’ll die if he stops. Then, he’s walking me back into my room, kicking the door shut with his foot.
His tongue is in my mouth, fighting mine over whose belongs where. I push his ball cap off, letting it fall to the floor, and my fingers tangle in his hair, clutching and pulling at it.
His hands find my ass and lift me. I wrap my legs around his waist.
The next thing I feel is my back against the wall. And Vaughn is pressed up against me, taking my mouth like it belongs to him.
Because, right now, it does. For this moment in time, I’m his to do whatever he wants with.
“You taste like chocolate,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Was just eating some before you got here.” I can barely get the words out.
You’ve got to cut me some slack here. I currently have Vaughn West’s body molded to mine. My libido is throwing a fucking fanfare.
He runs his tongue over my lower lip, making me shiver.
“Delicious. But I bet your pussy tastes even better.”
Holy God. He’s a dirty-talker, and it’s so hot.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he rumbles.
I want you so bad, too.
I make a garbled sound of agreement. It’s all I can manage at the moment.
“Charly, are you with me?” He rests his forehead to mine, eyes watching me.
“I’m with you,” I pant, breathless.
“Good.” A sexy-as-hell smile slides onto his face. “Because I’m about to fuck you into oblivion.”
Oh, sweet Jesus, yes.
He carries me over to the bed and deposits me onto it. He kicks off his shoes and lies over me. He kisses me again, and I spread my legs, making room for him. He pushes up against me, making me moan.
He pulls back and thrusts against me. My head tips back, pressing into the bed. His lips find my neck, kissing me, his tongue trailing over my skin.
“You smell good. What is that? Raspberries and…”
“Vanilla,” I pant. “Raspberry shampoo. Vanilla body wash.”
“Mmm. I like it.” He moves down my body, giving a kiss to the valley of my breasts and then one on the skin of my stomach where my tank has ridden up.
On his knees, he puts his hands on my thighs. Then, he puts his face between my legs and inhales, making me squirm. “But you smell even better here.”
Holy God.
He runs his nose up and down the seam of my boy shorts before pressing it against my clit, making me gasp with need.
“You like that?”
“God, yes.” I slide my fingers into his hair, gripping the strands. My legs are shifting restlessly on the bed. I need him to touch me.
He climbs up my body and kisses me, deep and hard. He pulls back and looks into my eyes.
I know I must look wild-eyed and wanton. I’m so turned on, it’s not even funny.
“You’re so fucking hot, Pins.”
He touches his thumb to my mouth, rubbing it over my lips. I catch hold of it with my teeth. Then, I suck it into my mouth, not breaking eye contact with him. His eyes flare with lust, and I see the exact moment when his patience snaps.
“I need to taste you. Now.”
He’s moving back down my body, and I’m shivering with need.
He gets to his knees, fingers hooking into my shorts and panties. I lift my ass, and he pulls them off together. Then, I move my legs, so he can get them off. He tosses them aside and stares down at me.
He looks like a god up there. An impossibly beautiful god that no woman could ever deserve.
And he’s about to go down on me.
Whatever I did in a former life or this one to deserve this, thank you, Jesus. Thank you!
I’m also thanking the heavens that I shaved yesterday, leaving a little landing strip, and showered before getting ready for bed.
But what if Vaughn likes his women completely bare down there?
“I haven’t seen this in a long time.”
My vagina? When has he seen it previously?
He runs his finger over the little bit of hair on my folds.
Oh.
“You don’t like?” I ask, feeling a little self-conscious.
That vanishes when his eyes meet mine. The desire in them is evident, and it makes my belly clench tight.
“Oh, I like it all right. I like it a lot. It’s good to see a real woman for once.”
I have no idea what that means, but he likes it. I lose all train of thought when he goes down, parting me with his fingers and running his tongue up my pussy to my clit.
“Ohmigod!” My legs try to come up, but he holds my thighs down with his hands, and then his tongue goes to town on me.
He’s licking
my clit, fucking me with his tongue, and it’s amazing. Otherworldly. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
My hands are curled into the bedsheet, my toes digging into the mattress.
It’s been so long since I came at the hands—well, in this case, at the mouth of a man. And this is Vaughn West in between my legs. The chances of me not coming in less than thirty seconds will be a fucking miracle.
“Oh, Jesus…Vaughn…that’s so good. God, don’t stop. I’m so close…so close…fuuck!”
And I come like a rocket shooting off into space. And then I come some more, his tongue relentlessly licking me, wringing me dry, until I sag into the bed, spent.
He promised oblivion. Oblivion, he gave.
I’m dying. And I’m dying a happy girl.
Vaughn kisses his way up my body, his hand pushing up my tank. I feel his mouth come down and suck around my nipple.
“Mmm,” I moan, sliding my fingers into his hair, opening my eyes.
Okay, so apparently, I’m easily brought back to life.
He gets to his knees, straddling my stomach, and pulls my tank up. I lift myself to allow it over my head.
I lie back down and get a good view of his erection straining against his jeans. I reach out and press my hand to it. Curling my fingers around, I squeeze gently.
Vaughn moans, his eyes closing.
“You’re still fully dressed,” I say, moving my hand up and down.
His eyes flash open. His sweater is off a second later.
My hands go to his button and zipper, pulling it down. I tug on the waistband.
Vaughn gets to his feet, which are nicely bare.
Is it odd that I like the fact that he doesn’t wear socks with his sneakers?
Standing between my legs, he puts his hands in his jeans pockets, takes his phone and wallet out, and tosses them on the nightstand.
He takes his jeans off.
And then he’s naked.
Of course I’ve seen Vaughn naked before. Earlier today, on set.
But this is different. One thing, I’m getting an unprecedented view of his cock. And what a cock it is. Thick and long, straining upward. And so ready for me.
I get a thrill, knowing that I’ve made him this hard. That he wants me this badly.
He’s so ripped. A six-pack and that deep-cut V that makes girls like me lose their panties.
I sit up and run my fingers over his abs. Then, lower, I run them over his stomach, not far from his cock.
I hear him suck in a breath, and it makes me smile.
Moving my fingers down his stomach, I trail them over his cock, tracing the veins running through it with my fingertips.
His hand goes to the back of my head. Fingers gripping my hair, he tips my head back, so I’m staring up into his blazing eyes.
“Which one did I get?” I ask, running a finger over his balls.
His lips lift at the corner. “The right one.”
“Guess I should kiss it better then.” I kiss my way across his hip bone until I’m face-to-face with Vaughn West’s cock.
Holy hell.
Lowering my head, I press a soft kiss to the ball that I injured.
“Better?” I tip my head back and look up at him again.
His jaw is tight, eyes heavy-lidded.
He shakes his head.
Smiling, I lean back in and kiss it again. “Now?” I ask.
“No,” is his rough response, his grip on my hair tightening.
I lick a path over his balls. “Now?” I whisper.
“Suck it,” he commands.
A shiver runs through me, and the place between my thighs gets slicker with excitement.
I do as he said, gently sucking on it. My fingers move up his shaft, and I start jacking him off.
“Yes,” he hisses.
Needing to taste him, I lift my head and lick the head of his cock, tasting pre-cum. I hum over the head of his dick.
“Open up,” he says.
He’s so bossy. And I love it.
I lift my eyes to his and open up my mouth.
He slides his cock inside, seeming to know when to stop, how much of him I can take.
He’s so thick and big, my mouth barely covers half of him. So, I wrap my hand around the rest, and then I basically bring out my A game, trying to give him the best head of his life.
This man has slept with supermodels and actresses. I want him to remember this…remember me…because, at the end of the day, I’m no one special. I’ll just be another notch on Vaughn’s bedpost. But, to me, no other man will ever compare.
He’s basically screwing me for life.
And I honestly don’t care.
“Fuck, Charly. Yeah, that’s it…suck me harder…good girl.”
His hot, dirty commands are making me wetter and needier. I slip my free hand between my legs and start playing with myself.
“My job,” he says.
The next thing I know, he’s pulling out of my mouth. I’m flat on my back. Vaughn is grabbing a condom from his wallet, ripping it open, and putting it on in a nanosecond.
Then, he’s back on top of me. His hands hold my face, and he kisses me deeply. My eyes slide closed.
“Eyes open,” he murmurs over my lips.
I open them, staring into his, and he slowly pushes inside me until he’s buried to the hilt.
Holy shit.
I’ve never felt anything like him. I feel so full of him. He’s everywhere. In me. On me. My lungs and head are filled with him.
“You’re so tight and hot,” he groans.
“And you’re so big and hard.”
His eyes meet mine, and we both laugh.
It feels nice. Not awkward, like the first time having sex with someone can be. It feels like we’ve always been doing this.
“You’re okay?” he asks.
He sounds calm, but I can see the restraint that he’s barely holding on to by the tightening in his jaw, the tension in his brow.
“More than okay. Fuck me, Vaughn. Please.”
He brushes his lips over mine and whispers, “Yes, ma’am.”
I smile. But it’s quickly gone as Vaughn starts to move, fucking me slowly, then quicker and quicker, and harder and faster. The headboard is banging against the wall, surely denting it. I’m panting and groaning. Our flesh is slapping loudly together. The room next door must be able to hear us, and I can’t find it in me to give a shit.
Because, Jesus, the man can fuck.
He’s like a machine. A fucking machine.
I never want this to end.
His hand goes behind my back, and he moves, sitting up on his haunches, bringing me with him, so I’m straddling him, putting us face-to-face.
“Ride me,” he orders.
I wrap my arms around his neck and curl my fingers into the hair at the back of his head. I kiss him and then rise up onto my knees before slamming back down.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he groans into my mouth.
His hands grip my hips as I start riding him.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” His hands slide down and grip my ass, urging me onto his cock harder.
My clit is rubbing against his pelvic bone, driving me wild.
“Oh God, Vaughn.”
“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock. I don’t come until you do.”
Then, I might hold it off forever.
But, unfortunately, my body disagrees with that, and I’m coming seconds later. And I’m coming hard.
I’m officially ruined for all other men.
My head drops to Vaughn’s, my body sated.
Hand at my back, he throws me back onto the bed, fucking me like a madman, jackhammering into me. “I’m coming, Charly…Jesus…fuck…”
He growls a sound so erotic in my ear, I feel like I could come again.
He sags onto me, his big body heavy but not crushing, his skin warm against mine.
And I’m in a holy-fuck moment. I just had sex with Vaughn West. Way
better than it was in my imagination.
Way, way, way better.
He lifts his head, staring into my eyes. The look in them makes my heart skip a beat. He looks happy. Exactly how I feel.
“That was…”
“I know.” I touch my fingers to his cheek. Amazing. Out of this world. I’ll never experience anything like it again.
“I can’t move,” he says.
“So, don’t.”
He watches me for a long beat, and I worry that I said the wrong thing. I know some guys just like to fuck and leave. Vaughn is probably one of those guys.
“Good, because I’m not ready to leave yet. But how long will you let me stay for?”
A year. Two maybe.
I put my finger to my lips, looking up, like I’m thinking. “Hmm…ten minutes, if you’re lucky.” I smile, so he knows I’m teasing. I really like that he’s not ready to leave yet.
“I can do a lot in ten minutes.”
“I bet you can.”
Chapter 14
Vaughn
Ten minutes…
Honestly, right now, it feels like ten days won’t be enough to do everything I want to do with her.
That’s crazy because, normally, once I’ve had sex with a woman, I’m done. And I don’t mean that in a bastard way. I mean, I’m sated. I don’t need more. Well, not for a few hours at least.
But, with Charly, I feel like I could go again now.
And, from the way she’s looking at me right now, I don’t think she’d be opposed to it.
First things first though, I need to get rid of this condom.
“I just need to go clean up,” I tell her.
I ease out of her. Catching hold of the condom, I pull it off my cock. I roll off of her and out of bed.
I see her getting up. “Where are you going?” I ask, stopping by the bathroom door.
Her eyebrow quirks up. It’s cute.
“Um, to the same place as you. I need to clean up, too.”
“Get your ass back in bed, and stay there.” I point at her.
She gives me a pissed off look, but there’s a smile on her lips, and she complies.
And, from what I already know of Pins, if she didn’t want to do something, she wouldn’t.
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