"... yeah."
"Yeah," he repeated. "I like you. But more than that, I trust you."
"Wow. That's what you get from all that?"
"That's what I get."
I raised my brows, looking away. It was a lot to take in. More than I needed or less than I wanted, I couldn't quite decide. Confusion of the heart is a bitch. Assuming like, the same as love, came from the vascular muscle, of course. Crazy obviously came from the head and the loins.
So while the sane part of my head was saying things like "it's only temporary" and "take it easy," the crazy part was shouting "ooh look, it's Vaughan, he's so pretty and shiny and makes you feel good" and "jump on the man, for fuck's sake." And that part was much, much louder. Crazy was a bit of a whore, god bless her.
At any rate, my body was at war. Chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream would hit the spot. Insert heavy sigh here.
"What was that for?" asked Vaughan.
"Ice cream."
"Right. We don't have any." A pause. "I think there's some of Nell's flourless chocolate cake in the fridge. Will that do instead?"
"I suppose so." God, life was so hard. I took a swig of beer, firmly pushing all my deep and insane thoughts aside. Enough already. "Do you feel any better now that you've done the garden?"
He took his turn releasing a heavy sigh. "Honestly, I don't know. Being back here ... Andre was right. It is fucking with me."
I kept quiet, letting him work it through.
"I keep expecting to see Dad come out of the garage. Hear Mom yell at me from the kitchen about something." Light glinted off his bottle as he held it to his lips and drank deep. "Away from here, I could just ignore their absence. Pretend they didn't die in that car crash, like the funeral was just some shitty dream."
In a sudden burst of rage he surged up, throwing the bottle of beer at the back fence. It didn't shatter and break. There was no satisfying smash of destruction. The bottle just hit the fence and fell behind the bushes, landing in the dirt with a soft thud. Such a weak, useless response.
"Fuck!" Vaughan lay back down, staring up at the night sky. Pain and anger flowed off him in waves, filling the darkness.
No light was needed for me to feel it. And it hurt.
"Babe," he said, voice guttural. He lifted his hand, beckoning me forward with his fingers.
I set my drink aside, going to him without thinking. The man just had that kind of power over me. "What can I get for you?"
No response.
"Vaughan?"
I knelt at his side, better able to see him up close. Sweat or something else dampened his face. Dirt and grass stained his beautiful body. The man was a mess. He sat up, grabbing hold of my face and bringing his mouth to mine. Hot wet kisses and frenzied hands. The taste of him drove me wild. It all happened so fast it was dizzying. First his thumbs stroked my cheeks, hands holding me in place. Then he had one arm around my waist and a hand gripping my thigh, maneuvering me over him. Knees pressing into the manicured lawn, I found myself straddling him before I even knew what he wanted.
Luckily I'd worn a dress.
Touching the man made me high. All that bare skin and violent need, just for me. He fed me passionate kisses, making my insides melt. My thigh muscles quivered, the feel of him hardening against me was breathtaking. Immediately my girl parts kicked into gear. They knew how superb it felt to have him inside and wanted him to make a return visit.
If he needed it, I'd fuck the fear of death out of him, chase away the hurt of old memories.
If he wanted it, I wouldn't think twice.
Fingers pushed down my panties. Not that they could go far. He kneaded my ass, still kissing me senseless. I ground myself against him, panting. So good. His tongue in my mouth, his breath in my lungs. Making out like crazy in the backyard of his childhood home. I couldn't care less if anyone could see.
"Lydia." He pressed kisses across my cheek, then down along my jawline. Teeth grazed across the sensitive skin of my neck.
Goddamn vampire.
Meanwhile, his hands had apparently tired of feeling up my ass. One dug into my hair, while the other tugged my underwear aside. Fingers slipped in between the lips of my pussy, trailing lightly back and forth in the damp, teasing me. Everything low in me tensed, a vibrant sensation racing down my spine. I didn't know whether to move or stay still. The pad of his thumb decided it for me, drawing circles around my clit. It dipped down into the moisture lower then returned with a vengeance.
"Look at me," he muttered.
The thumb brushed over my sweet spot, making me shiver. Crap, that was good. If he'd just keep going a little longer, pressing a little harder ...
"Open your eyes, babe."
The fist in my hair tightened sharply, stinging my scalp. It was completely unexpected. My whole focus had been on my pussy, where it belonged. My eyelids flew up, mouth open. "V-Vaughan."
"That's it." The lines of his face stood out starkly, his eyes huge and hypnotic. He nipped at my bottom lip, then kissed it better. "Don't leave me now."
"No." I shook my head emphatically. Our time wasn't up. Not yet.
"Need you here," he said, still manipulating my clit with expertise. His clever thumb never stopped, touch varying from light to hard, teasing to almost rough. How he knew where the all-important line between pleasure and pain lay, I had no idea. I guess Fender girl had taught him. If the woman ever crossed my path, I'd kiss her. My hair stood on end, sweat was beading on my back. He could have been writing the American Constitution down there. I didn't care. So long as he didn't stop.
"Need you right here," he said, staring deep into my eyes.
I nodded, beyond words.
Then he moved his thumb away. It was the saddest thing ever. The back of his hand brushed against me, doing something. Without his interference, my underwear slid back over, a line of elastic dissecting my swollen labia. Not cool.
Before I could fix it, his fingers returned, pulling it back out of the way. The smooth broad head of his cock dragged across my clit, between the wet lips of my sex. And yes, hells yes. The moment I could, I slowly pushed down, taking him inside. My eyes rolled back into my head it was so good. Delicious, glorious, and all these things and more. I'd never felt anything like it. His hard cock sliding into me was pure bliss and I never wanted it to end.
I whimpered and moaned like a wanton hussy.
He swore up a storm.
If any neighbors, astronauts, or heavenly deities were out there watching, they had to be jealous as hell.
His free arm slid around my waist, holding me to him in an almost brutal embrace. Like I had any intention of trying to get away. The feel of him stretching me, filling me up inside, was just too fine. Every vein in his dick seemed tantalizingly magnified. My back arched, pelvis trying to rock but not getting far. Interior muscles clutched at him in pain and pleasure. I ached inside and only he could make it better. In frustration, I twisted against his hold, writhing on him.
It was sweet torture.
"I need to move," I pled, pressing my mouth to his face, kissing every inch of skin I could reach. Stubble scratched my skin, but no matter. "Vaughan?"
The controlling bastard tugged on my hair, turning his face to claim my mouth again. I kissed him as savagely as I could muster. Tongue stroking over his teeth, then tangling with his. Teeth grazing his firm bottom lip. Liquid copper hit my taste buds. I must have reopened his busted lip. Oh well.
"You going to fuck me, dirty gir
l?" he asked, voice guttural.
"Yes," I hissed back at him. Partially plotting his death, but mostly just orgasms.
"How hard?"
"Hard. I promise, so hard. Let me go, Vaughan."
"Say please."
Bastard. "Please."
"Do it."
His arm relented, setting me free. And I grabbed hold of his shoulders, using them for leverage as I rose and fell on his cock. I might not make it into the Kentucky Derby, but I did ride Vaughan into the ground.
Literally.
Grass and dirt were pulverized beneath my knees as I pounded myself down on him. I clasped at him with my insides. His moans were music to my ears. Skin slapped against skin, sweat poured out of both of us. Nothing mattered. Only feeling him inside of me and coming. Hands gripped my breasts, squeezing and molding them over the fabric of my dress and bra. It wasn't enough. I took control and pushed him back, angling my body forward. All the better to grind my clit against his pubic bone.
Yes.
A groan was torn from my throat. Nerve endings sizzled, hot pleasure pouring through me. It kept on building, getting bigger and higher and even more amazing. His hand cupped my face, trying to move with me, to keep the contact. His gaze swallowed me whole. All the time I kept moving, fucking him hard like he wanted. Like we both wanted. The muscles in my thighs screamed bloody murder. But the light inside me grew hotter and brighter until it became a flash fire.
I saw nothing and felt everything. My whole body gripped by the shattering pleasure. I came and came until there was nothing left. The ringing in my ears went on for a while as I fell limp against him. His hips bucked against me, still shoving his hard cock in deep. Hands gripped my hips viciously tight. Then he came too, exhaling hard, chest rising steeply against mine. Strong arms clasped me to him.
The night pressed in around us once again. Just doing its thing.
Vaughan's heart beat hard beneath my ear, the heat of his body keeping me warm. I don't think I needed anything else. At least, not right now.
"Hell of a set of lungs on you. Neighbors are going to think I was trying to kill you," he said.
"You basically were. It was terrible."
He snickered. "Babe, you came so hard you nearly broke me."
"Whatever." Who even had the energy to fight? I'd worn myself out fucking.
Then I felt it. A thick liquid oozing out of me. The dreaded sperm.
"We didn't use anything," I whispered.
"Shit."
*