Page 14 of Ravaged Hearts
“I intend to.” Then the smart-ass smirked and adjusted his position as though getting comfortable for a show.
I made my way to him leisurely, doing my best to look sexy. Anything to distract him from what we were actually trying to achieve.
Kneeling between Vaughn’s thighs, dangerously close to the hard length resting against his abs, I held my breath in anticipation of his next instruction.
“Touch yourself.” His gravelly voice delivered a tremor straight to my core.
Under his intense gaze, my breasts felt full and heavy. Isqueezed them, rolling my nipples between my fingertips until they became firm.
“Now your pussy. Show me how wet you are for me.”
I let one hand trail down my body until it reached the apex of my thighs, then parted my folds.
“Open your legs wider,” Vaughn said. “I want to see everything.”
Still toying with one breast, I spread my knees and pushed one finger inside myself, then another.
“Fuck,” Vaughn growled. “You’re making my dreams come true right now.”
I used the wetness from my center to tease my clit, and a needy moan escaped me.
“Goddamn, if I expire in this moment, I’ll die a happy man.”
“I can think of a way to make you happier.” I aimed a hungry stare at his dick while nibbling on my lip.
“Gatita, do you want to put my cock in your mouth?”
“Yes.” I nodded, and my inner walls tightened around my fingers. I wanted to touch him, to taste him. I needed to know what sounds he’d make when I wrapped my lips around his girth and took him as far as I could.
“Do it,” he said, his voice low and raspy.
The intense look in his eyes told me he was hanging on by a thread, and nothing excited me more than Vaughn when he was seconds from losing control. That I created such unrestrained desire in this formidable man gave me a heady feeling.
But I’d never done this before. I wasn’t even sure how to start. Should I take it slowly, or did I just go at it with enthusiasm and try to swallow him whole? Oh my God. What did I do with my teeth?
My trepidation must’ve shown on my face, because Vaughn said, “You’re overthinking it.”
“It’s just…I don’t want to ruin this moment by making my first blow job memorable for all the wrong reasons.”
“Impossible.”
I wasn’t so sure about that. Everything I knew about going down on a guy came from either watching porn or reading spicy books, neither of which were reliable sources for a beginner.
These concerns flurried through my mind, but Vaughn fidgeted like now that I’d planted the idea of a blow job in his head, he was eager to move things along. “Gatita, in the last week, you have no idea how often I’ve thought about you licking me, sucking me, teasing me to the point of insanity, and taking me to the back of your throat. I’ve even fantasized about what your teeth will feel like as you learn how to handle me. So trust me. Anything you do will be perfect.”
Vaughn was right. I was being silly, and the only person setting expectations for my performance was me. I wouldn’t let my inexperience get in the way of enjoying this.
But also,wow. He’d really been giving this some serious consideration.
I tilted my head. “It’s amazing that you have space for meaningful thoughts when there’s so much filth going on inside your head.”
“Woman?” he grumbled.
“Yes, Grim?” I smiled innocently because testing Vaughn’s patience when he was all worked up was far too enjoyable.
“Put your mouth on me before I snap these zip ties and give you a lesson in sucking dick that you’ll never forget.”
Okay. Not hating that idea.