Wardrobe Malfunction

by Samantha Towle

  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.”

  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.

  I slip into the bathroom, toss the condom, and quickly wash up.

  I look around for a cloth and find one on the bath. I rinse it under warm water, wring it out, and take it through to the bedroom.

  She’s lying there, on the bed, looking like a fucking goddess.

  All that long, colorful hair of hers is spread out on the pillow.

  “Spread your legs, gorgeous.”

  Her lips curve up in question, but she pushes her legs up a little, so her feet are flat on the bed, her knees slightly bent, legs parted and open for me.

  My mouth waters.

  Resting a knee on the bed, I reach over and press the warm cloth to her pussy, cleaning her.

  Her eyes close. “That’s nice,” she murmurs.

  “Yeah?”

  “Mmhmm. No one’s ever looked after me like this before.”

  Her eyes open, locking on to mine. I feel something flicker in my chest.

  “Then, you’ve been spending time with the wrong kind of men,” I tell her, surprised at the irritation I feel at the thought of her being with other men.

  I’ve never been the jealous type. But then finding out that your best friend has been fucking your girlfriend will change that in a man.

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nbsp; I press a kiss to her lips and then pull back. Taking the cloth to the bathroom, I toss it in the sink.

  I go back to the bedroom and climb on the bed, lying on my side next to her.

  She turns to face me. I hook my hand under her leg, lifting it over my hip, and I pull her closer.

  Then, I reach over and grab the blanket, covering us both.

  “You staying?” she asks.

  “Do you want me to?”

  “I asked first.”

  “I’ll stay if you want me to stay.”

  “I only want you to stay if you want to stay.”

  I smile, unable not to.

  Battle of the wills. Neither of us wants to be the one to admit the truth. That she wants me to stay. And that I want to stay with her.

  I know this is how it’s always going to be with Charly and me. And I like it. I like the challenge she gives me.

  But, right now, I want to make her happy more than I want to spar with her.

  I brush the tip of my nose over hers. “I want to stay here with you.”

  She smiles, and I feel it right in the center of my chest.

  “Good, because I want you to stay.” She presses her hand to my stomach, her fingers crawling up to my chest. “I can’t believe we’re here, in bed, together,” she says softly.

  “Because I’m so good-looking and rich and famous? And have a big cock? Don’t forget my big cock.” I’m teasing, but I keep my expression straight.

  She stares at me. “You’re being an ass, West.”

  “According to Cosmo, I have a hot one. The Hottest Ass of 2016.”

  “Ugh! Just when I think you’re actually a nice guy, you—”

  She tries to get up, but I roll over onto her, pinning her down with my body.

  “I’m playing with you. Jeez, I’m not that fucking arrogant.”

  She stares up at me, her gorgeous blueberry eyes blinking up at me. “You were kidding?”

  I cock my brow. “Mmhmm. I do that sometimes.”

  “Sorry.” Her cheeks turn pink. “I’m probably just still feeling a little sensitive after this afternoon.”

  “Did I say I was sorry enough for that? Because I am.” Knowing I must be crushing her, I support my weight on my arms, and my hands frame her face. “So, this should show you how sorry I am. I’m about to tell you something completely fucking embarrassing.”

  “Okay…”

  “Well, the reason I snapped at you earlier—and, again, it wasn’t your fault, just my fucked up brain taking it out on the one person I shouldn’t have—well, it was because I’d gotten a stiffy while filming.”

  Her eyes dim. “Yeah, I spotted that.”

  “I gathered…Boner,” I remind her of what she called me back in the warehouse.

  She blushes.

  “Thing is…my erection…it was because of you.”

  “Me?” She looks surprised.

  “Of course it was because of you. You’ve been driving me crazy these last few days. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all the ways I wanted to fuck you. When I was doing the scene with Natasha, I looked up, and there you were, watching. I was trying to focus on what I was doing in the scene, but I couldn’t get you out of my head. I just kept thinking about fucking you, and…I got a hard-on.”

  She giggles, her hands sliding down my back. “So, you got an erection over me while simulating sex with another woman?”

  “Yep. Messed up, right?” I screw my face up.

  “Kinda. But, oddly, it’s sweet. In a messed up way.”

  She grins up at me, and warmth spreads across my chest.

  Also, my dick perks back up, ready for round two of fun, which reminds me…

  “Pins…”

  “Do you have to call me that?”

  I frown. “Do you really hate it that much?”

  I knew it bugged her, but I thought she actually liked it.

  I fucking love the nickname. It’s cute. It’s her.

  It’s ours. It’s my name for her.

  I know it’s stupid, but it’s the caveman in me that wants to keep on calling her it.

  Her eyes soften on me. “No, I don’t hate it.” She presses her hand to my face, her thumb brushing over my lips. “You can keep calling me it.”

  “Thanks.” I smile.

  “I’ll just call you West.” She shrugs.

  “Or you could call me Big Dick. Rock-Hard Cock.”

  “Makes Me Wet West,” she chimes in, laughing.

  The sound rolls through me, making me laugh, too.

  “Did you used to call me that?” I tease.

  “Of course not!” she says.

  But she won’t meet my eyes, and I instantly know she’s lying.

  “Tell the truth.” I tickle her side.

  She cries out, squirming beneath me, rubbing against my cock, and it feels amazing.

  “I didn’t!” she squeals.

  “Liar!” I tease, tickling her harder.

  “Okay, okay!” she pants, breathless, and I stop tickling. “Once. I called you it once.”

  “I knew it! You’re a fangirl.”

  “I am not a fangirl. You were just…nope, I can’t say it.” She covers her face with her hands.

  I grab them and pull them away. Her face is bright red. Her reaction is hilarious, and I’m dying to know what’s making her so embarrassed.

  Then, it clicks in my head.

  “Pins…was I a sex toy in your mental spank bank?”

  She groans, covering her face with her hands again, turning her face into the pillow.

  “I was, wasn’t I?”

  She groans again louder. “Ugh! This is fucking mortifying!”

  “Don’t be embarrassed.” I laugh. “I’m not. I’m used to being a sexual plaything for women.”

  She pulls her hands from her face and frowns at me. Then, she grabs the pillow beside her and hits me with it. “Ugh, you’re a jerk!”

  I laugh again, and it feels good. She feels good. Better than good. She feels incredible.

  I grab the pillow from her and toss it aside. “Aw, Pins…” I turn her back to me, holding her hands down. “If it makes you feel any better, I spent the better part of last night jerking off to thoughts of you.”

  Her hips shift under mine. “You did?”

  “Mmhmm.” I bring my mouth down to hers, softly kissing her. “And I came so fucking hard. But, baby, nothing could’ve prepared me for the real thing. Being inside you…I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

  “Me neither,” she whispers.

  And I feel like a fucking king.

  I shift, pressing my cock against her wet pussy, and it feels like heaven.

  I rock my hips upward, my cock sliding between her lips, and I wonder how it would feel to be bare inside her. I’ve never gone bare inside a woman—ever.

  Charly groans the sexiest sound I’ve heard leave her mouth so far, her eyes closing, head pressing back into the pillow.

  I want her again. I want to be deep inside her. Buried in her all night.

  But there’s something I need to say, something I tried to say before, and I don’t want to forget. But I also don’t want to piss her off. But it’s a risk I have to take.

  But, being the selfish prick I am, I allow my cock another couple of slow slides over her soaked pussy.

  “Pins…”

  “Mmhmm?”

  “I need to say something, and I don’t want you to take it the wrong way.”

  The gentle movement of her body against mine stops, and her eyes open, wariness in them.

  “We need to keep this between us,” I say the words in the least dickish way possible.

  “No worries. I wasn’t exactly going to broadcast that we had sex, West.”

  I should be relieved she agreed so easily, but it still prickles at me.

  “Oh, thanks!” I laugh. “You know, there are women who would be more than happy to tell the world they fucked me.”

  “But isn’t that w
hy you chose me? Because you know you can trust me?”

  Her expression is so earnest, and I realize that I do trust her.

  But I didn’t pick her.

  I didn’t stand a fucking chance against her. From the moment I met her, this was always inevitable. We were always going to have sex, no matter how hard I fought it. Not that I fought it very hard.

  “I trust you,” I tell her, my fingers brushing her hair from her forehead.

  She takes hold of my hand and places a kiss to the palm. “Thank you. But it’s fine, Vaughn. You told me earlier about what you had agreed with Jack, and I get it. I do.”

  “It’s not just for me though. I don’t want you thinking I’m a selfish prick who wants to keep you hidden for my own agenda. If people knew that you and I had sex, the press would be in your business before you knew it. Asking questions, offering you money for details of our night together, digging into your life. We’d be married, and you’d be pregnant with my baby by the end of the week, if they had anything to do with it.”

  Something flickers through her eyes. Worry, dismay. I’m not sure, and it’s gone before I can catch hold of it. But I worry that she thinks I just want her for this one night. That’s not the case. One night is nowhere near enough to cover what I’m feeling for her right now. How insanely bad I want her.

  “Okay. So, we’ll keep this night just between you and me,” she says easily.

  “Just this night?”

  “There’ll be more?”

  I move my mouth down to hers, cupping her face in my hand. “I want more nights with you, Pins.” I let my lips brush over hers as I say, “The question is, do you want more nights with me?” I tip my head back, staring into her eyes.

  “I want more,” she says without hesitation. Then, she smiles.

  And I just have to kiss her again. And again.

  Then, before I know it, I’m putting on my second condom of the night, and we’re having sex again. Even when I’m deep inside her, it doesn’t feel like it’ll ever be enough.

  I don’t know when will be enough with Charly. All I do know is, I have to have her as much as I can, for as long as I can.

  Charly

  I wake up, surrounded by heat.

  Vaughn.

  I turn my face to him. He’s sound asleep.

  He looks beautiful. His lashes are enviably long against his cheekbones.

  And then I have a what-the-fuck moment. I was wondering when this was going to happen.