Don't Tell (Don't 1)

“Did you pack anything in there for me?”

My hand froze on the zipper. “Why would you think that?”

Vaughn strolled to a tray of wine and food. He poured two glasses of dark red wine.

“Put it on.” His voice was firm.

The thrill ran through my core. I didn’t hesitate. I gathered the black lace from the bottom of the suitcase and walked to the bathroom, quietly closing the door to redress.

When I emerged, the only light was from the fire.

Vaughn’s eyes landed on mine before trailing my throat and the clear path the deep-V cut to my navel. The sheer fabric stretched between my legs, creating a thong that was attached by a satin ribbon. I’d never bought a piece of lingerie so expensive or so seductive in my life. From his reaction, I knew it was worth it.

“Damn, Em,” he growled, sitting on the end of the bed.

“You like it?” I asked coyly. My nipples hardened under his stare. I knew he could see my every reaction. It made every motion I made feel more alluring.

His hands cupped my face, drawing me toward him.

His mouth covered mine as he held me in the kiss. Our breath was ragged and erratic.

“You wore this for me to fuck you in, didn’t you?” he whispered.

I nodded. God, yes.

“Good,” he growled.

He pulled me into his lap, his hands canvassing my body. His tongue lashed at my neck before licking through the fabric over my nipple. I gasped, my head thrown back in ecstasy.

His fingers climbed my spine, massaging my back with hungry pressure. I leaned into his arms, knowing he had me. He wouldn’t let me fall to the floor. He bit and sucked at my breast, coaxing moans from my mouth while I lingered in his hold, my back arched in full extension like a ballerina. Offering him my body. Giving him everything he wanted.

I felt the warmth of his breath on my skin. He reeled me up to sitting, so I faced him.

“Did you see this bed?” he asked.

“Yes.” I swallowed.

He moved to stand, sliding my thigh away from his waist, and depositing me on the bed. He unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor.

“You didn’t think I brought you here for a wine tour did you?” he asked wickedly.

I bit my lip. I didn’t care about wine. I cared about this. About spending the weekend in bed with Vaughn. About making him happy. About taking everything he gave.

His boxer briefs hit the floor next. The lust crept through me for him. I rolled onto my back, aligning my head with the end of the bed.

“This is why you’re so fucking perfect, Em.”

He drew one knee next to my shoulder and then the other. His cock bobbed in front of my lips and I whimpered for it. I curled my tongue forward to lick the glistening bead of dew. He tasted salty and sweet. I swallowed with a smile before latching onto the silky skin of his thickness.

“Shit,” he groaned.

I moved quickly, proud of how I could satisfy him this way. He began to sink his cock deeper into my mouth as I opened my throat for him. I sucked and swirled my tongue over the rigid lines of his erection. My hips began to rock gently as he pumped in and out of my mouth and that’s when I felt his tongue slide under my lingerie and lash at my clit.

I almost sputtered with the surprise. He sank deep in my throat as he pushed a finger inside me and his teeth grazed over my nub.

I couldn’t escape the fullness of it. My mouth was his. My clit was his, and my heat. I clutched and squeezed

at his fingers, whimpering as he slid in and out of me from all angles. My orgasm was building, faster than I could control it.