Vicious Rebel (82 Street Vandals #2) - Heather Long Page 0,19
swore his gaze grew heavier where it rested on me. The breath backed up in my lungs. I hadn’t lied about wanting to confess. Maybe telling someone would help. Or maybe it was another fool’s errand. Every other time…
This wasn’t other times. I’d never had another time like this. Kidnappers that I returned to of my own volition, even after I’d escaped. Doc had stared at me for a long moment when I asked him to bring me back. His silence had gone on so long, I’d finally said we could call Liam if that would be easier for him.
Then, as now, I hadn’t wanted to confront the questions in his eyes, even if I’d wanted to explain myself, and I wasn’t sure I had the words. Vaughn… Everything about him beckoned to me, and maybe I just needed to get laid but that wasn’t fair to either of us.
Fuck me.
Why did life have to be so goddamn complicated?
“You like my dick,” Vaughn said finally, the darkness in his gaze retreating for a twinkle. Relief sagged through me and I almost hated myself for it, but he was letting me off the hook.
“I do,” I told him, and then I dropped down to my knees as I tugged his zipper down and then helped him peel out of the denim. He paused me only long enough to toe off his shoes, blood spattered across them as well. I glanced up to find Vaughn watching me.
I could ask.
But he’d said the blood wasn’t his.
He could ask me.
But I’d said I wasn’t sure I was ready to tell.
We let each other off the hook. Not letting go of his gaze, I leaned forward to nuzzle a kiss to his navel. I could study the tattoo there. Hell, I could study any of the tattoos decorating his beautiful body. But I’d rather taste him.
The heat of his skin scorched my fingertips as I shoved the pants down. The shower kept running, and we were probably using up all the hot water. I didn’t think Vaughn cared.
I didn’t.
His cock bumped against his stomach as I freed it, red and thick just like I remembered it. The piercing fascinated me, I wasn’t going to lie. I half forgot to finish yanking his jeans down as I wrapped a hand around his engorged length and stroked up the satiny skin, even as I teased one of the silvery knobs with my tongue.
Eyelids half lowered, Vaughn stared down at me and rubbed a thumb against his lower lip as I explored the piercing with my tongue. Everything outside of the room faded away as I opened my mouth and slowly swallowed against the tip. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t thrust forward. In fact, the muscles along his chest and arms rippled as though he held himself back.
Sucking against the tip, I rolled my tongue over the saltiness of the pre-cum already beading along his slit. I hadn’t really gotten to play with his dick as much as I might have wanted. With every stroke, I took him deeper into my mouth.
Slow, even strokes pushed him against my throat, and I could get him only so far before I had to swallow around the gag. Each time I pulled him out, I nibbled and sucked on the piercings before rolling my tongue over the head. His dick grew hotter in my palms, and his eyes were so laser focused on me, I swore my cunt tingled for the moment he took off the leash.
All at once, I wanted to push him. I wanted to see how far I could go before he would demand more. I alternated between thrusting him deep and swallowing around him and double fisting his cock so I could stroke it away from my lips.
Each time I pushed him, he held himself in check. He let me play. This sexy beast of a man seemed intent on letting me do whatever the fuck I wanted. Then he growled, “Dove.”
Everything in me clenched.
Yes. Please.
I pulled off his cock and licked my lips. “Yes, Vaughn?”
“Get naked, or I’m going to rip those pants open so I can fuck you with them on.”
He did not have to tell me twice. My soaked panties had long since disintegrated, and I didn’t take my gaze off him as I stripped down and dropped the clothes where they landed.
It wasn’t until I’d stripped that everything about him seemed to arrest. Nipples peaked and aching while I rubbed my thighs