The last couple of weeks have been wonderful. Dating Vaughn is like a dream come true. The only hiccup we had one night was leaving the movies and running into Tasha, a druggie I had known from back when I lived with Phillip. I was scared at first that he had sent her to follow me, but then she’d launched into this whole elaborate overshare about how they were dating and how much he loved her. Unsurprisingly, the first night they were together was when I was rotting in jail waiting for Phillip to get me out, and he was checking on his friend, Bernie. Apparently, checking on him meant returning to their old lifestyle before me when they picked up a woman together to share. I was glad I hadn’t found out at the time because it would have hurt me, but now, I just felt bad for her. I knew how Phillip really felt about girls like her, and I also knew he preferred men. His tastes bordered on brutal, and a woman’s body was too soft for him.

I know having sex with Vaughn won’t be anything like that. In fact, I suspect being with Vaughn will be the first time I’ve ever been made love to, but we haven’t gone that far, yet. There have been plenty of hand jobs and blow jobs the last couple of weeks because we can’t keep our hands off each other once we leave work, but no penetration, and I badly want him in me.

“I’m taking off, Jules. You want a ride?” At first Chuck reverting back to my childhood nickname was embarrassing, but I love it more and more every day. I even like that other people on the site are starting to call me Jules. I’m going to miss when he goes back to work at the school.

“No thanks, I’m waiting for Vaughn. He doesn’t have to stay late for the first time all week, so we’re going straight back to his house to shower and snuggle.”

“Mhmm… I bet that’s what you have in mind. I’m your best friend, remember? I’ve seen that calculating gleam in your eye all day,” Chuck teases.

“Shhh… don’t give away all my secrets.” Chuck hugs me quickly and traipses off to his car. I’ve noticed traces of sadness around his eyes lately, and even some days where he’s had dark circles under his eyes, but he swears he’s just not sleeping well because he’s hot. He knows I’m here for him, so I watch him leave the parking lot, wait until everyone else is gone, too, before going up to the one spot on the second floor where the sun still streams through.

Stripping my shirt off, I lay back with my hands tucked under my head and close my eyes. I’m not sure if I doze or not, but the next thing I know a shadow passes over my body blocking the heat of the sun. “Excuse me,” I say without opening my eyes.

“What are you doing down there?” Vaughn asks.

“Trying to catch some sun, if you don’t mind.”

Vaughn chuckles, and then he’s on his knees crawling up my body. I crack only one eye open to gaze down at him. “Whatcha doing?”

He smirks at me. “I have a feeling I’m playing right into your hands.”

With a smirk of my own, I answer him, “That’s a distinct possibility.”

“You couldn’t wait to get me home?” he asks right before his lips seal over mine. The best part of any day is when Vaughn’s lips are on mine. It doesn’t matter if our kisses are soft and sweet or urgent and passionate, he makes me feel treasured. As his tongue swipes over mine, he lets out a low moan making me feel like kissing me is just as important to him. Pulling him tighter to me, I wiggle beneath him so he can feel how hard my cock already is. “Wow. What’s gotten into you?” he asks against my lips.

“I’ve been up here waiting for you forever,” I murmur back. His chuckle turns into another moan as I lean up and catch his lips for a demanding kiss. Thrusting my tongue in and out of his mouth in quick little jabs.

Pulling his mouth barely off mine, his hips begin to grind into me. “Is that what you want, Julian? Do you want me to take you home so you can fuck me?”

“Mmm… maybe one day. But not tonight. I need you to take me home and make love to me. I need to know what it feels like to have you inside of me.” He groans against my lips as he crashes his mouth onto mine, rutting into me so furiously I’m worried we’re both going to come before we ever make it home. I push up on his shoulders so I can look him in the eyes. “Take me home, Vaughn. Now.”

Blinking quickly to clear the sex haze from his eyes, he jumps up and grabs my hand, yanking me up next to him. “Are you sure?”

“Vaughn,” I whine.

“Thank god.” He leans forward, kissing the end of my nose before dragging me down the stairs behind him. We’ve been here before, frantic for each other, and because I’ve told him how callously Phillip used to treat me, Vaughn tends to pull back at the last minute, choosing to get me off in another way. While I always enjoy it, I think he’s scared he’ll go to hard or be too forceful, but no matter what he does I know I’ll enjoy it. I’m not a body to use to Vaughn. He can’t even smile at me without me feeling how much he cares about me.

Not leaving anything to chance, I spend the whole ride to his house leaned over the seat nuzzling his jaw and rubbing his nipples and his dick. When I can tell he’s starting to get himself under control, I suck on his earlobe while unfastening my jeans and pulling my own hard dick out to stroke. “Julian.” His breathy whisper excites me more, and I slow it down, barely grazing over myself so it’s almost like a tickle. Once we’re parked in his garage, he pulls away from me and opens his door. “In my room. Now.”

Internally I fist pump getting him to lose control. I want to be precious to him, but I don’t want to be treated like I’m fragile. We race into the house and down the hall to his bedroom together, both of us peeling off our clothes as we go. I jump onto his bed completely naked as he finishes stripping out of his jeans and crawls up the bed toward me. “You’re completely sure?” he whispers. “You know our relationship is about more than—”

He cuts off with a groan as I jack-knife up and grab his cock. “If you don’t put this in me tonight, like, soon, I’m never going to forgive you.”

“Bossy.” Then his lips are sealed over mine in a bruising kiss. I can feel his desire and longing, and if I’m not mistaken, I can feel something deeper. Reaching my arm back behind me under the pillows I pull out a condom and shove it at him.

“Suit up, babe.”

“Where did that come from?”

“I may have prepared this for us this morning.” I uncap the bottle of lube that I grabbed out from under the pillow with my other hand, and his eyes glaze over with lust as I tilt my hips up and my hand disappears to prepare myself. “That’s one,” I say breathlessly.

He sits back on his knees watching me with hooded eyes, silent except for the random moans that escape while he strokes his length and watches me prepare myself for him. “That’s two,” I groan out as my second finger joins my first. His breathing increases, and I know he won’t be able to stop from claiming me tonight. “Ohhhh… that’s three,” I moan, my eyes fluttering closed at how good it feels. Hearing the rustling of the condom wrapper, I murmur, “About time you got with the program.”

I expect to hear the rasp of his desire-filled chuckle, but I’m pleasantly surprised when instead he dives between my legs, pushing my knees up and out as he goes. With feather-light kisses against my lips, he rasps, “You’re so good at that. Why don’t you pull those fingers out and put me in?”

I groan, amped up even further by the guttural quality of his voice, one I’ve never heard him use before. Crazy with need to be with him, I pull my fingers out and line him up. Just as the head of his cock penetrates me, he pushes me all the way down and moves my arms out to the side, holding them down. The feather-light kisses continue as he slowly moves his hips, working himself into me at his own pace. “You got what you wanted, Julian. But now we do it my way.”

From there it becomes a series of lazy kisses and slow pumps to biting of lips and clicking of teeth with the hard drive of his cock. He keeps me completely unbalanced, never sure what to expect next. I’m practically crying from pleasure when he lets go of one of my wrists, reaching down to grab my cock and growls, “Mine.” It’s over and I cry out as my orgasm seizes me, consuming me. Like a far-off sound, I hear him roar above me as his hips stutter into me repeatedly as he finds his own release.

I come back to reality as he bumps his nose to mine playfully. “Worth the wait?” he whispers.

“So worth the wait.” I smile up at him softly, sad at the emptiness I feel when he reaches down to hold the condom as he pulls out of me. “I already can’t wait for the next time.” The last thing I hear is his soft chuckle as he crosses into the bathroom and turns on the sink. Vaguely I’m aware of the cum being cleaned off my belly and Vaughn pulling me into his arms. My last thought before sleep completely claims me is that I’ve never felt comfortable enough, never once cherished enough, that I could drop off to sleep after sex and know I’d be taken care of.