Promises Part 1 (Bounty Hunters #1)(11)
“Jesus. Vaughan, I never knew.” Duke was completely winded. “I didn’t even know you were gay. I don’t know a goddamn thing anymore.”
“I knew what you wanted. I knew you’d want a man. So I came back to you when I became one. I could’ve chosen any city in the world. Why do you think I’m here?” Vaughan pressed against Duke’s palm again. “Fuck, I’ve waited so long for this. Don’t deny me, Duke. I can make you happy.”
Duke was overwhelmed. He couldn’t believe any of this. The strikingly beautiful man had been wanting him for years, and was here now, begging him. He still felt he was gonna be the butt of a very bad joke. He needed to get Vaughan out of his space and think for a while. Shit. What about Quick? He’d never go for this.
Vaughan slowly removed Duke’s hand. “I don’t want to pressure you. I just don’t want you to say no so quickly. Think about it. Maybe let me take you on a couple dates and then you can decide if you want to see me. Just give me that much.”
Duke looked down at Vaughan’s cock, mesmerized. As if hearing Duke’s thoughts, Vaughan pulled his briefs lower and righted his long cock so just the head was sticking out of the waistband. A clear bead of precome had formed over the slit and Duke licked his lips before he could think not to.
“Mmm. My thoughts exactly, sweetheart. But I always told myself I would be a gentleman with you. So I’m not gonna push you to your knees here in a Macy’s dressing room. You are so much more to me than that. I’m gonna court you.” Vaughan stroked Duke’s cheek with the back of his hand. “Woo you until you agree to be mine.”
Vaughan sure as hell talked like a real man. A man that watched a lot of Humphrey Bogart movies, maybe. He was smooth, debonair, and so charming Duke couldn’t refuse. It was everything he’d wanted in a partner. To feel cherished and wanted. He hoped it could be real. He wanted to drop to his knees and take that flushed head into his mouth, all the way to the back of his throat, but he was still just clearheaded enough to know he needed to speak to Quick first.
“Let’s get out of here, hmm?” Vaughan kissed Duke’s cheek. “Find you something nice to wear for tomorrow, and then I think I have just enough time to take you to lunch before I have to get back home.”
Duke was still looking at Vaughan’s cock when he swallowed hard and nodded his head in agreement.
“But how about just a little taste of what’s yours.” Vaughan smothered in closer to Duke’s body, pressing his cock against his own, trapped achingly in his pants. Vaughan reached down and gathered the clear bead of fluid off the tip of his dick with his thumb, another bead quickly forming as soon as he did.
“Oh my god.” Duke moaned.
“Open up, sweetheart,” Vaughan purred in that voice that made Duke leak. He wiped the sticky fluid across Duke’s bottom lip before pushing his thumb inside. Duke unashamedly sucked on it like he was man dying of thirst. “That’s it, baby.”
Duke wrapped his arms around Vaughan’s waist and held him as tight to him as he dared. With his eyes squeezed shut, he sucked every trace of Vaughan’s essence off his thumb before finally releasing the digit. His breathing was erratic and labored again. He wanted and needed so badly he hurt. He heard Vaughan righting himself and buckling his belt. He tried to get himself under control; he couldn’t go back out there in his condition.
“Calm down. Breathe,” Vaughan whispered. Taking a few deep breaths himself.
When they were both presentable, Vaughan took the clothes he’d never tried on and politely gave them to Mark R., saying they didn’t fit. Duke didn’t make eye contact with the store clerk as he let Vaughan lead him to another section of the store. The price tags were considerably higher, but he paid little attention as Vaughan carefully put an outfit together for him, his eyes focused on every pattern and color. While Vaughan was purchasing a pair of cufflinks of his own, Duke went over to the fragrance counter and began to look around.
The older man behind the counter told him of the sales they had going on and to let him know if he wanted to smell something. Duke said a quick thank you and began picking up a few of the testers on the counter.
It was as if he felt Vaughan’s heat before he pressed into his back, pushing Duke into the counter. Duke didn’t look around to see who was watching. He didn’t give a fuck. It felt too good to let worry seep in and cloud the moment.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” Vaughan whispered against the side of Duke’s neck.
“I don’t see why not.” Duke licked his bottom lip for the hundredth time since he’d come out of that dressing room, hoping there was still an inkling of some of Vaughan’s precome that he may have missed. He knew he was going to be addicted after he got his first real taste. Damn. I hope Quick is cool with this. For the love of god.
“Do you top or bottom?”
Duke choked. Damn, that was very personal. He should’ve know Vaughan was thinking of sex, because he sure was. That long, slender cock looked absolutely perfect for him. Duke was a bottom through and through, but a man didn’t have to have a damn beer-can-dick in order to get him off. He preferred a nice smooth, easy fit.
“I have a feeling I already know. But humor me. Have I been right all these years? You’re a big assed, strong, sexy bottom aren’t you?”