Page 15 of Ravaged Hearts

But it would disrupt our plans to work on Vaughn’s touch phobia, so he’d have to play teacher another day.

Here goes nothing.

I wrapped my hand around him and swirled my tongue over the crown, surprised by the saltiness of the clear bead of fluid at the tip. Vaughn sucked in a sharp breath, so I continued exploring, lapping at every bulging vein and firm ridge alonghis hard length. Then I closed my mouth around him, only a little at first. Emboldened by Vaughn’s relieved moan, I took him farther, moving up and down his shaft, going deeper with each pass.

“Your hot little mouth feels like pure heaven.”

I glanced up to find Vaughn’s dark eyes mesmerized by my actions.

He offered me more soft words of encouragement as I tried different things and discovered what he liked. I couldn’t fit all of him in my mouth. My man was big, and I was pretty certain swallowing his whole dick required skills this novice didn’t possess. But based on the sounds Vaughn made and the way his hips thrust with each bob of my head, I figured I was doing all right.

And as my confidence rose, so did the realization that I really liked going down on Vaughn. He was all smooth skin and pulsing hardness. With my mouth full of him, I hummed my appreciation, letting him know I was as into this as he was.

“That’s enough.” He shifted his hips, and his cock sprang free from my mouth.

I sat up with lips puffy from use and brushed my hair from my face. “Was it okay?”

Vaughn shimmied back until he rested against the headboard, his bound wrists now propped behind his head. “You were perfect.” He breathed heavily. “So perfect that I was moments from coming down your throat, and I don’t want that. Not tonight, at least.”

Seeing Vaughn a little flustered, knowing I’d been the one to push him to the edge, made me feel brave. So I crawled over him slowly, careful not to touch his scarred skin, until I straddled his hips with my soaked and aching-to-be-filled pussy hovering right above his hard cock.

“And what do you want tonight?” I asked.

“I want you with your hands on the headboard,” he said brusquely, so I did as I was told.

From this point on, there was no clear way to proceed. Scars covered Vaughn’s arms, legs, and torso. If I made one wrong move, he could spiral into a panic attack or worse. He could lose control.

I didn’t miss the sudden hesitation in Vaughn’s unblinking eyes. It made me wonder if he might call this all off.

Even if we didn’t go any further tonight, our attempt was a win. The fact that he wanted to work toward recovery was a monumental leap in progress.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He nodded while his brow knitted with determination. “Kiss me.”

Perhaps he needed something familiar and reassuring to calm his anxiety. So I pressed my lips to his, gently at first. But Vaughn demanded more, parting the seam of my mouth with his tongue.

He pressed his forehead to mine. “Need to be inside you. Line me up.”

I took hold of him and rubbed the tip of his cock through my wetness. When I glanced at Vaughn, his eyes were firmly fixed on where his glistening head met my lips.

“Lower yourself onto me slowly. I want to see you take every inch.”

“Jesus, Vaughn. When you talk like that, it makes me not want to go slow at all.” But I’d deny my urges and do exactly as Vaughn said, because I needed him to remember that he was the one in control despite the zip ties around his wrists.

I bore down on him inch by devastating inch.

“That’s it,” he said, keeping his focus on the way I moved up and down to work him inside my body. “Such a good fucking girl, doing what you’re told.”

Once I was seated, I leaned back, basking in the feeling of fullness.

His heated gaze traveled my body before his dark eyes met mine. “Do it.” He gave me a sharp nod. “Touch me.”

We’d cleared so many hurdles to reach this point, but not once had I laid my bare hands on Vaughn’s scars without it all going wrong. Would it be too much for him? I wanted him to overcome his phobia more than anything, but if this went badly, it would leave him shattered.

I extended one arm toward his chest and paused when he tensed.

“Keep going,” he said through gritted teeth.