Dirty (Dive Bar #1)(48)

“What’s your safety word, babe?”

“Keep doing that or I’ll kill you?”

“What this?” The clever finger teased my entrance, spreading the wetness around.

“More.”

“Soon,” he said, slowly withdrawing his hand from my panties. Dammit.

I gave a sad, pitiful kind of moan. “No. Now.”

“So, she tells me I have to start thinking of something else when we’re having sex.” He pressed his thigh between my legs, keeping a constant pressure against my nether regions. Those being all of my fun girl bits, currently in desperate need of attention. It was impossible not to push back hard, even though it eased the ache only a little. His story eased nothing at all, and was quite frankly a distraction.

“I have to keep my mind busy while we’re doing it, she says.” He held my hip with one hand, sliding the other between my breast and bra cup, easing the material down. “She asks me what I like. I say, I really like Fender guitars.”

“Mm-hmm,” I said, trying to stay polite.

“So I have to think about Fender guitars.”

“Fender guitars. Right.”

“Are you paying attention?” he asked. His thumb rubbed over my hard nipple, making everything that much worse (better). Hell, the way he looked at me with such hunger. I didn’t know how much more I could take. The heat of his skin and the scent of his sweat, everything about the man made me insane. Insatiable. Whatever.

“What? Oh, yeah. Mostly.” I rubbed myself against his leg, beyond caring what I looked like. Only getting off mattered. “And?”

“And.” His hand grabbed hold of my ass, pulling me more firmly against his leg, grinding me against him. Meanwhile his other hand was performing awesome feats with my left breast, rolling and lightly pinching the nipple. Fingers grabbing hold of me a smidgeon harder than necessary. It was strange. With him, I liked that edge.

“Damn, you’re wet. The smell of you is killing me. I could eat you f*cking whole.”

“In me now. Oral later.”

“Later,” he agreed. “We need to move this to the bedroom.”

“No time.”

“Shit.” He focused on my lips, alternating nips with kisses. But his hands kept doing good things too. Wonderful, amazing things. And seriously, enough was enough. Time to move onto the actual penis-in-vagina part of the show.

I shoved my hand into his boxer briefs, sliding the palm of my hand over his dick. Soft, smooth skin over the most perfect hardness. It was official. My hand was in heaven. Seriously, who’d have thought salvation lay hidden in Vaughan’s pants? Not me.

I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking reverently.

With a groan, his head fell forward, resting against mine. Pre-cum dampened my fingers, encouraging my hold, increasing my rhythm.

“Do not make me f*ck you against this door, Lydia.”

Everything inside me squeezed tight. “God, that sounds good. Let’s do that.”

“Shit.”

I slid my free hand into the back of his hair, pulling his mouth down to mine. The time had come to take what I wanted. Everything I wanted. And hell yeah, I was all over that.

With a growl, he attacked my mouth, kissing me ferociously. We each used our lips, teeth, and tongues. Desperate to get into each other any way we could. Wars had been less messy. His tongue tangled with mine, giving me a taste of him. But it wasn’t enough. It could never be enough.

Hips working, he f*cked my fist. His cock growing harder and thicker. Much more of this and I’d come on his leg, he’d come on my hand. What an awesome idea. The thought alone nearly got me there.

So close.

Then in an almighty rush he pushed back, out of my grip, away from my mouth. Slightly dangerous, though I guess the man knew what he was doing. Maybe. Without his thigh propping me up, my ass almost hit the floor. My back started sliding down the door, knees wobbling. It took a while for me to stand back up.

“Vaughan?”

Hand wrapped tight around his cock he stood, hanging his head. “Wait.”

Bra straps were sliding down my arms, the undergarment slowly falling off. I helped it along, well past caring about the whole body image thing. “But—”

“One sec.” He grabbed his jeans, rifling through the pockets. Out came a condom packet and he tore into it like a man possessed.

Yes. YES.

I shoved down my panties as he did likewise to his boxer briefs. It could have been a race judging by the determined set of his mouth, the fierce look in his eyes. With movements swift and sure, he donned the condom. Then he came at me. For a moment, I almost felt fear. Sweet and Fun Vaughan had long left the building. This man was someone else completely. I tried to back up but there was nowhere to go.

Our bodies collided, hitting the door. Hands grasped my face, maneuvering my mouth, holding it in position for a soul-searing kiss. Then he gripped my thighs, urging me up, taking my weight and wrapping my legs around him. It all happened so quickly. With one hand to my ass, he reached down between us with the other, moving his cock into position. The blunt head immediately started pushing in, parting my flesh, becoming one with me. All I could do was hold tight to his neck and take him.

Slowly but surely, he filled me. Only when his hips were flat against me and we were skin to skin did he pause. His lips brushed over my cheek, placing open-mouthed kisses along my jaw.