CHAPTER ELEVEN

Cora

Cora could barely breathe, and she loved every second. With Vaughn’s hand tight on her ass, and his other gripping her hair, this was the moment she’d wanted the second she’d laid eyes on him at the coffee shop.

So damn sexy in that tux, like a walking orgasm.

She’d never expected the man to be even more heart-shattering when completely naked.

Until he pulled her into his hips, and his dick slid into her.

Her body screamed, and her heart nearly stopped from the exquisite feeling.

“Christ,” he growled into her hair. “Do you know how hot you are?”

She rolled her hips, and his cock slid even deeper. She moaned and tightened her hold on him.

He pulled her leg higher onto his hip, and grabbed behind her knee, spreading her wider to thrust harder, further. A move they’d made on the dance floor countless times, only with the end result she craved, finally.

Cora moved against him, letting their earlier rhythm take over her motions. Just like her favorite rumba, when she pulled back, Vaughn pushed in, countering beat for beat as he slid in and out. Deeper, each time.

Their bodies swayed, and twirled in a circle, her pulsing sex wrapped around his thick cock every step, until he finally had her pushed up against the wall in the hallway. He brought her arms up, pinning her wrists over her head, and thrust into her with more force.

The sheen on his forehead spread down his neck and across his chest under the dim lighting. His abs tensed and moved with every lunge, and she longed to lick his skin. Her legs weakened with the escalating pleasure, so she lifted her knees higher, wrapping her legs around waist.

Which made his thrust hit the very back of her. He filled all of her, so deep and the coil tightening in her core. Vaughn grabbed her ass, to keep her balanced against his hips.

“You’re better than I imagined,” he panted. “Your pussy is scorching. And so wet.”

“What do you expect after a whole night of foreplay? Grinding against me in a crowd of sweaty bodies…”

“I don’t give a shit about the crowd. We were alone on that floor every song.” He thrust hard, his fingers digging into her ass.

Cora lifted her hips, pushing him back, and her shoulders braced against the wall. Her breasts bounced in the open space between them with his drives.

His grip was tight on her waist, their bodies still joined in the most erotic sight of her life. Vaughn, staring up her torso with her nipples peaked into little mountains, and sweat dripping down both their skin. That lustful indigo stare glued to her.

Only her.

He wrapped his arms around her back, and carried her down the hallway to his bedroom.

From the brief glimpse of the room she caught in her peripheral vision while kissing him senseless, old world was her first thought.

Dark mahogany sleigh bed, with gray satin comforter, and matching wooden shelves on the opposite wall contained a few picture frames, and what looked like jars of sand. She was too occupied to investigate further. Happily occupied.

He dropped her on the bed, her hair tumbling out of her up-do the rest of the way, and now draped around her shoulders in a waterfall of midnight curls.

With a firm hold on her hips, Vaughn flipped her over.

Cora’s breasts pressed into the satin comforter, and she breathed in his scent on the sheets. Husky, intoxicating, with a hint of cinnamon. Like the first breath after walking into a forbidden bakery, after months on a starving diet.

With a strong tug, he pulled her ass into his frame, her body bent over the edge of the bed and her toes skimming the floor. He slipped his dick inside, her sex pulsing and even hotter than before. His hands caressed up her back, until he reached her hair. Vaughn grabbed a handful, the pressure tight on her scalp, but not painful.

She rolled her hips into him, and he hissed.

He reached around her thighs, finding her clit, and grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Cora hummed her approval, and swiveled her hips again.

Circling her center, repeatedly, he let her whimper grow with every rotation.

All the while, his dick easing out of her to the tip, and slamming back in. A rhythmic surge, like ocean waves stroking the beach, piling more and more tension inside her.

She braced her hands on the bed, gripping the cover. Her breath came in short pants with every plunge, the heat in her body growing higher.

“Tell me when you’re close.” Vaughn increased the pressure on her clit, his breath hot on her back. “I want to see you come.”

Her core clenched at his words. “I’m close.” Her voice trembled. “Just like that, right there.”

“No way.” He pulled out.

Her whole body nearly screamed in wanting. But he didn’t leave her disappointed for long.

He flipped her back over, her breasts now in full reach of his hands, and her legs on either side of his hips. Vaughn squeezed and massaged one, his thumb focusing on the nub with extra vigor.

She brought her legs up, and wrapped them around his waist, crossing her heels behind him.

He plunged home. After a few thrusts, his free hand refocused on her clit, circling in time with his hips. Watching him pleasure her built the tension back in her core. His strong abs flexed and moved to his pace, his expert thumb swirling her sex, and watching her nipple darken with the more attention he gave.

Before long, she was right on the edge of release.

“I want you to come when I say.” He kept her there for sweet, agonizing moments, slowing the rhythm to back her off, then increasing again to push her so close to climax.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his seductive smile turning playful. Sinful.

“God, yes. Please, Vaughn.” Cora whimpered, the edge of that sweet cliff right there, she could almost see the crashing waves below her. Above her, all around her. She was desperate to dive in. To submerge into that splendid abyss. She needed it like her next breath.

“Then, come for me, goddess.” Vaughn slammed into her, stroking her clit at the same time. He pistoned into her, over and over, so hard.

And pushed her over the edge.

Her core surged with release, squeezing around him, her body milking him with every pulse. She screamed, and his name melted into her breaths. Clawing at his chest left red marks across his pecs. Her nails dug into his skin.

“Fuck, yes!” He growled, and met his own climax. His thrusts turned jerky, and he spilled his orgasm inside her.

Quivers racked her body, in time with the spasms in his legs, until he finally collapsed on top of her.

They gasped for air, clutching onto each other in a sweaty heap of carnal lust.

Romantic entanglements tasted so good. Why forbid them when they were this epic?

Especially if she were entangled with Vaughn Ayers.