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I made another noise of agreement, enough to make his fingers tighten just the slightest bit. He was nowhere near cutting off my airway, and I knew he’d never do something like that without making sure I wanted it.

“You going to finally talk to me, or do you need to stop thinking altogether?”

“Second one,” I breathed. “Please.”

I’d been dry humping his hip while we kissed, Vaughn’s large hands moving all over me from my head to my back to my ass and thighs. My brain had helpfully supplied the funny idea that it was nice having sex with Vaughn without having to worry about getting anyone pregnant… and there my thoughts had all gone to hell.

“You want me to fuck you?” His fingers moved down into the back of my underwear and teased the crease of my ass without actually touching my hole.

“Fuck. Yes. Please.”

His grin made me smile. “Then why are you still wearing all these fucking clothes?”

We both got naked in record time. He grabbed the lube, which I noticed was brand-new, value-sized shit he must have picked up after we’d finished my tiny little bottle of the good stuff. I didn’t care. All I wanted was the feel of him stretching me and making me come.

Vaughn was so fucking good at this. His fingers were long and thick, and his movements carried a confidence I’d never had with girls in bed. Like he knew exactly what I needed, what he needed, and he was willing to make it all happen.

“Get on top of me, baby. Want to see you riding my cock.”

Those words out of his mouth lit me up. Always. And I was eager to please him. That was some kind of kink I’d never known I possessed until him. Until Elliot Vaughn started bossing me around, then praising me for doing what he said.

I tried my best to give him a show. Make him feel good. Bounce on his cock to find the best possible angle for myself. But my legs were shot from practice. I tried to hide it, but as soon as he realized my stamina was fading, he chuckled and grabbed me, flipping us around until I was face down with my nose mashed into my pillow and one of my wrists held behind my back.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned. The sound of skin smacking skin reverberated through the room as he drove into me. This was only the third time he’d fucked me, and I was already convinced I couldn’t live without it. Or maybe I could, but why would I want to? What a pointless fucking existence. Nothing else felt this good.

I let out embarrassing noises, but I was way too far gone to care. Besides, I knew he liked it when I got loud, and I felt like that was the only good thing I could give him in bed when I was out of my mind with pleasure like this.

“You feel so fucking good, Bett,” he said, pressing his large palm against the side of my face to keep my head down in the pillow. “Such a good girl for me. Letting me use you like this. Watching you take my cock. So good. Fuck. Gripping me so tight.”

He used my first name at least half the time now, and I’d started to realize there were times when it was purposeful. Like he wanted me to know he saw me differently now that he knew me better. Now that we were getting along and doing… whatever the fuck this was.

I hadn’t gotten up the nerve to do the same. It was too much. Almost no one called him Elliot, and I was afraid the word would come out with little hearts and birds floating around it.

Because I was feeling some kind of way about this man.

And it was fucking terrifying.

When he was close, he moved our joined hands to wrap around my cock. “That’s it, baby. Feels so fucking good inside you. Want you to feel good, too.”

He didn’t seem to be aware of the words falling out of his mouth, but I was. And they washed over me almost as powerfully as the orgasm he pulled out of me.

My whole body vibrated in the aftermath of my release, in the sounds of his own orgasm as he let go inside me. The feel of his muscular body pushing me into the mattress, holding me down and making me feel strangely small. I fucking loved it. Loved every minute of it.

“You okay?”

I turned my sweaty face to grin at him. “Fuck yeah. Totally.”

He huffed a laugh and pulled out of me, leaving me strangely and uncomfortably empty. I was quickly learning this was my least favorite part. Getting used to being the only one in my body again wasn’t enjoyable.

I preferred it when we were in there together.

“Stay there,” he said. “Gimme a minute.”

I pushed up on shaky limbs. “You want to shower this time? Maybe we could…” I shrugged as I stood up. Like it was no big deal. Like I didn’t care one way or the other. “I mean, we could shower together. If you wanted.”

He glanced over at me from the sink, his long, tight body a casual work of fucking art. Like a nude model cleaning up after inspiring the world’s greatest artistic talent.

“Do you want that?”