The Seduction 4 (3 page)

Vaughn’s eyes darken.
Something flashes in the air between us, an electric pulse of desire,
and it all comes flooding back to me.

The fullness in my
tender breasts. The wet ache between my thighs. I’ve been blocking
out my desire since the moment I felt his hands on me, but now, I
feel it all over again.

He always made me weak,
made me beg. Now, it’s my turn to dominate.

“You said I was in
control,” I tell him, taking a step towards him. “You said you
were at my mercy now. So do what I say and strip.”

Vaughn’s lips curl in
a smile. “Yes ma’am,” he drawls, reaching to unbutton his
shirt.

He strips it off and
tosses it aside, revealing his muscular torso. Tanned bronze, good
enough to lick.

I feel a shudder of
desire crest through me.

Yes, this is what I
need. To use him shamelessly for my pleasure. To fulfill the craving
I’ve felt ever since he walked away.

My body wants him, even
if my heart is still confused. So why not take what I want? Why not
be the one to call the shots for once?

“Keep going,” I
tell him sharply, my blood racing hot.

Vaughn undoes his belt
and zipper, his eyes locked on mine. He drops his pants, and then
strips off his briefs too, kicking them aside so he’s standing in
front of me totally naked.

Unapologetic.
Delicious.

Mine
.

I greedily drink him
in, every muscular ridge and valley. He’s already getting hard, the
impressive length twitching and rising between his legs. I try not to
lick my lips.

God, I’ve missed that
cock.

I remember how good he
feels sinking into me, how those nine inches of hard muscle drive so
deep, I lose my mind, rubbing high inside against my G-spot, making
me scream.

“I’ve been dreaming
about you,” I tell him steadily, feeling a rush of power as I watch
his dick rise. “It’s always the same. In my dream, we’re on a
rooftop somewhere, high above the city. There are people there. It’s
a party, and we’re sitting on a couch in the middle of it all.”

I move closer, slowly
walking in a circle around him, admiring every inch. I trail my
fingers lightly over his chest, his back, his arms, seeing him flinch
to my touch.

“I’m talking to
someone, I don’t know who, when you start peeling my dress off,
right there in front of everyone.” My voice turns breathy just
remembering the dream. “You undress me, and lay me out on the
couch, totally naked. Everyone’s watching us, but you don’t care.
You start going down on me, and I...” My breath catches. “I love
it. I lay back, watching the stars, feeling everyone’s eyes on us
as you fuck me with your tongue.”

Vaughn lets out a
groan. He’s totally hard now, straining and thick. He clenches his
fists at his sides, standing there as I stop in front of him, eye to
eye.

“You lick me out,
God, so good,” I tell him. My body is humming, with the memory of
the dream, and the heat of him, right in front of me, all mine for
the taking. I feel so powerful, so goddamn hot as I hold his gaze,
seeing the lust in his eyes. “You know how I like it, don’t you?
Know how I taste, all that wetness, the way I clench around your
fingers when I’m close.”

Vaughn is panting now,
rasping for air.

“You keep licking,
and then other people start touching me too. Hands, all over me,
until I don’t know whose they are. They stroke me, and tease me,
until finally you get up, and sink that beautiful dick all the way
inside me.”

I catch my breath,
sliding a hand down under my skirt, beneath my panties, until I can
feel myself, wet and aching for him. I stroke gently, feeling sparks
burst, my eyes falling shut as I remember.

“You fuck me so
slowly. You drive me crazy, an inch at a time, and they’re all
still watching. Watching your cock slide in and out of my wet pussy.
Watching me scream for more. They’re squeezing my nipples, kissing
my neck as you fuck me. Stroking my clit, their hands all over me,
your dick filling me up inside.”

I open my eyes again.
Vaughn looks like he’s in agony, eyes blazing with need. His cock
strains, vein bulging, beads of cum glistening on the tip.

I smile, stroking
myself faster. Heat is rising, my whole body is taking flight.

“I come my brains
out, even in my sleep. Sometimes I orgasm so hard, I wake myself up,”
I tell him, gasping for air. “But the best is when I stay dreaming,
when I climax, and then you pull out, and push your dick in my mouth.
I can taste myself on you as I suck you off.”

Oh God, I’m close,
I’m so close. I haven’t come since he touched me last, I’m
desperate for release.

“They’re holding me
down,” I moan louder, “and I’m sucking you, every single inch,
until I can’t take anymore, I’m choking, and I feel you coming,
hot spurts down the back of my throat. That’s how I like it best,”
I throw my head back as the climax takes me over, so good, so sweet.
“When I can see you come undone, that look in your eyes when you
fall right off the edge of the world. That’s what gets me there,
every time.”

I shatter, crying out
and shuddering against my fingers.

When I surface, Vaughn
looks like I just sent him straight to hell.

“Keely.” he groans,
his voice thick with need. “Please...”

“Please what?” I
reply, slowly sucking my fingers clean. “Please touch you? Oh baby,
I haven’t even started yet.”

VAUGHN

Dammit, I’m dying
here.

No, worse, I’m
already dead. Wheel me off to the fucking coroner's office, and mark
down cause of death: Keely’s dirty mind and miraculous cunt.

Fuck.

I didn’t know she was
capable of this. I have to clench my fists so hard my nails draw
blood. What I wouldn’t give to throw that sweet ass down over the
table and show her exactly what my cock can do when she’s wide
awake. Never mind sinking slowly into her pussy, I’m going to pound
that tight, virgin asshole like an animal until she’s screaming
with pleasure.

But I can’t. Fuck. I
have to hold back, even if it kills me. Because this is my test,
Keely’s way of proving if she can trust me or not.

And I’m determined to
show she can.

“What do you think it
means, the dream?” Keely smiles at me, a lazy, satisfied grin.
She’s fully dressed, but glowing from her climax, so goddamn
beautiful it takes my breath away.

“It means you’re a
goddamn miracle,” I breathe. I’m so hard it hurts, every inch of
my dick crying out for the tight grip of that juicy cunt. “Let’s
go, right now. I’ll take you up to the roof at Soho House and fuck
you ‘til they call the cops.”

She giggles. “Oh no.
I’ve still got plans for you. Starting now. Undress me. Slowly,”
she adds with a stern look.

I grit my teeth and
fight the urge to tear that blouse right off her, rip her bra until
those ripe, peachy breasts swing free.

Dammit.

I slowly reach out and
unbutton the blouse. Keely looks amused. “Good boy,” she smirks.

Fuck if that look
doesn’t turn me on even more. I’ve always demanded total
surrender from my women. I’ve never wanted it any other way. Now, I
wonder what Keely would look like in leather, some kinky heels,
digging into my back--

“Hey!” Keely’s
voice comes, sharp. I look down. In my lust-crazy state, I yanked a
button too hard, sending it flying across the room.

“I’m sorry.”

“You will be.”
Keely looks thoughtful. “I wonder, what will your punishment be?
I’ll think about it while you finish undressing me.”

I carefully peel off
the remainder of her clothing. My heart pounds like a fucking anvil.
Is this how she felt, every time I ordered her around? Fuck, I could
come right now like some teenager, just shoot my load without a
single touch.

Finally, she’s naked,
and damn, this is even more painful than before. Every inch of her
body bared to me, those lush curves, her tight nipple, the moist
sheen of her pussy...

“That’s right, look
at me,” Keely orders. “Have you missed me?”

“Yes,” I growl,
shaking with tension. Fuck, I need her, need to claim her body, brand
her with my hands. I need to lose myself in her wet, clenching
channel until there’s nothing else in the world, only her.

“I missed you too,”
she murmurs, still teasing. “I missed your mouth on my nipples.”
She brings her hands up, slowly stroking her breasts. “I missed you
touching me, kissing me.”

Keely walks across the
room, and sinks down on the couch. Just like she told me in her kinky
dream, she lays back, naked and spread to me.

“Make up for lost
time.” Her voice comes clearly. “Touch me, Vaughn.”

I lunge towards her,
but she holds up a hand. “Soft,” Keely orders. “Stroke me,
touch me everywhere. I want your hands on every inch of my body.”

My fucking pleasure.

I kneel down beside
her, memorizing the sight. Her hair spills over the dark blue couch,
her creamy flesh smooth as silk as I reach out my hands and slowly
caress over her chest and down to her stomach.

Keely lets out a
contented murmur. I stroke again.

Jesus. It’s heaven
and hell all in one. She feels like a fucking miracle, so warm and
soft under my rough hands. I want to grab and gorge on her flesh,
grip her tight, devour her whole. But I have to go slow, forcing
myself to barely touch her. I stroke with a whisper of a caress down
her thighs, over her legs, the arch of her foot, and back up again.

Her skin prickles in
goose bumps. I catch my breath. I’ve never taken the time to
worship her like this; with us, it’s always hard and fast and
furious. The only thing I wanted was my cock down her throat, my
tongue deep in her cunt, her juices spilling slick over my balls.

But now, on my knees,
under her control, I revel in her beauty, the swell of her body. I
see every shudder, not just where she feels it the most. Her
sensitive places, the soft skin that makes her tremble.

I brush over her
breasts and she moans.

Fuck.

I do it again, lust
raging inside me, demanding satisfaction. My hard-on presses
painfully against the couch as I lean over her, softly tracing around
her nipples until they’re puckered and tight. Keely arches up
against my hand.

“Lick them,” she
gasps. “I want to feel your tongue on me.”

I draw a ragged breath,
then lean to follow her command. I lick slowly around her nipple,
swirling in circles before I rasp the tip hard over her tight, aching
bud.

Keely whimpers. “Yes,”
she gasps. “Again.”

I turn my attention to
the other breast, licking and swirling before I close my mouth around
her and suck.

She cries out, her body
arching up again. And this time, I can feel where she wants me; sense
her body’s demand.

I slide one hand down
her stomach and softly stroke over her wet, swollen clit.

“Yes,” Keely gasps
again. I flick her nipple with my tongue, pinching the other bud with
my free hand. Her breath is coming in shallow pants now, and as I
slide my fingers over her, rubbing rhythmically, I know she’ll soon
be close.

I’m inside her head
now, her body. Connected like never before.

I slide down her body
and settle with my head between her thighs. She wanted it slow and
soft, and I’ll give it to her now until she’s screaming. Long,
languid licks; swirling my tongue over her clit, sliding one finger
just inside her lips. Not deep enough. Not full enough.

Keely whimpers, bucking
against my mouth. “Vaughn,” she moans, and hearing my name on her
lips again is like a fucking choir of angels. I slow my licking. She
moans for more.

Fuck, she’s
beautiful. I stop to watch, sliding my finger back inside her and
pulsing gently as she writhes. Head thrown back, hands clenching at
the cushions.

“More,” she
demands, lifting her head. Her eyes blaze with desire, her voice
breaks with need. “Vaughn, I told you, I’m in control. I’m
giving you an order!”

“I know, baby.” I
slip my finger out of her, wet and drenched in her sweet juices. So
sweet, I can smell her. Smell that musk of desire.

“I know what you want
from me,” I growl, “What you can’t find the words to say. And I
know exactly what you
need
.”

I shift my body so I’m
sitting beneath her on the floor, then I reach out and grab her hips,
yanking her down off the couch so she tumbles down on top of me.

Right down onto my
dick.

Goddamn.

Keely cries out,
bearing down on me. Her tight pussy stretches to take me inside, inch
by rock hard inch.

She’s so tight, so
fucking wet for me, I’m going to lose my mind.

It takes everything I
have to keep control, stop myself shooting up a hot spurt of cum
right inside her.

There. Fuck. Right
there.

Keely finds her
balance, straddling my thighs. She’s upright, her juicy tits
jutting out, her damp triangle of hair glistening where our bodies
meet. And her cunt, fuck, her slippery vice of a cunt is clenching me
tight, grinding down to take me all the way inside that dark, wet
heaven.

“Ride me, baby,” I
growl, gripping her hips tight. “This is what you want, isn’t it?
To fuck me, the way you choose. Use me, use my cock. Fuck yourself
with me, go on. I’m here for the taking.”

Keely opens her eyes,
locking on mine. Her face is flushed, her hair in a mess. But her
eyes, goddammit her eyes are alive with desire. With power. She takes
a breath, and then rocks against me.

Pleasure slams through
me. Fuck!

I dig my fingers in her
hips to keep from exploding. She rocks again, harder, and her tits
bounce with the force. Keely lets out a moan, grinding above me, her
greedy pussy clenching tight around my cock with every slippery
motion.