wild, gushing rush.
I’ve never had thoughts or cravings like this before. With Vaughn, I’m not myself. Either that, or I’m more myself than I’ve ever been.
My fingers explore as my tongue licks, swirling the moisture. I squeeze him carefully as I rub my fist along his length. I take him deeper, sucking more hungrily now, taking as much as I can.
His answering groan adds fuel to my fire. It’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. A sort of deep, animal growl. A surrender.
There’s a feminine power to this I wasn’t expecting. He’s completely at my mercy in this moment. The world famous rock god is under my loving spell. He’s mine and I love this. The realization makes me greedier and I suck him more strongly. I want him to lose control. I want to overwhelm him with pleasure.
I’ve never done this before but I feel like I have a knack when it comes to Vaughn Tucker. I can read his pleasure. I can tell what he likes.
The string of oaths he groans are the dirtiest I’ve ever heard.
His cock surges in my mouth and I can feel in my hands the pumping gush as he floods my mouth with his cum. Wave after wave of warm, milky liquid. I swallow as much as I can but there’s too much. It spills, wetting my face and my breasts.
And he’s still coming.
The ripples calm and I drink the last surges of his release, taking my time, licking him tenderly. Taking more. I can feel his seedy lifeforce inside me. I’m full of it. It’s all over me. I’m anointed with his perfection. I feel golden and sticky and blessed. I kiss his wet, still-pulsing length. It’s softer now but not completely. I love the weighted bulk of it in my hands.
“Gi,” he rasps. “Come here, baby.”
I climb up his body and he takes me in his arms, staring at me like I’m a vision he can’t believe. He smooths my hair. He takes my face in his warm hands and kisses my lips.
“Come on tour with me. Come with me.”
His request breaks the trance slightly. When I’m sucking his cock I feel reckless and free, weirdly. When he’s confronting me with the craziness of his lifestyle and the reality of all that comes with it, I’m unsteady. Of course it’s best if we leave it like this. I already knew that when I let things get this out of hand. “No. I can’t. I have classes and work and then an essay due—”
“Gi. Please.” There’s an urgency in his voice that’s new. “Can’t you do all that online? Can’t the dipshit take notes for you?”
The limo is slowing down and I look out the tinted windows to see the familiar landscape of the road I live on. Our mailbox. We’re turning into my driveway.
The magic bubble we’ve been living in for the past few hours bursts, sort of suddenly and heart-breakingly. I can’t go on tour with him. That’s crazy. “I’ll see you after the tour, maybe. If you still want to.”
He sits us up and he’s still holding my face between his hands. “If I want to? Of course I want to. Doesn’t what we’ve just done mean anything to you?”
I’m a little taken aback by his intensity. “Of course it does. It means everything.”
He’s quiet for a few seconds as the gravity of what I just said hangs in the air. “Then come with me.”
How do I tell him what I’m thinking? That even though it’s true, that this did mean everything—to me, at least—I also know there will be a long line of girls outside Vaughn’s door tonight offering to do everything I’ve just done. And more. A lot more. Because we haven’t really even gotten started. And he’ll be everything to them too. “I can’t, Vaughn.”
“Why not?”
“Because. I have things I need to do.”
“Cancel them.”
Of course they’re not as important as the things he needs to do. “I can’t cancel them.”
“You can.”
“I can’t just pick up and leave, Vaughn.”
“Why not?”
“Because. It doesn’t work that way.”
“It does. It could. We can make it work, Gi.”
“No. I can’t.” I’m falling. I’m falling. And it’s too fast.
We’ve pulled up in front of my house. I’m thankful the limo has tinted windows as I find my dress and pull it over my head. I see the curtain move at Rose’s window. I texted her much earlier in the evening to let her know I would be out late. She has no