“I do need a prince,” I interrupt. “I really do. Maybe I don’t need saving, but I like the thought of being saved all the same.”
Vaughn Asher hugs me close as we float down his lazy river. He lightly strokes a fingertip up and down my arm as he talks. He twines his leg with mine and swipes an errant lock of hair from my eyes. Never pausing his tales of life in the Land of Happily Ever After.
Tonight that place doesn’t seem so far away.
Right now that place is all around me.
I’m there.
Chapter Nine
#UseYourMasterVoice
“GRACE?” VAUGHN whispers in my ear. “Wake up, sweets. I have to go to my parents’ house this morning and I want you to come with me.”
I roll over in bed, trying to drag myself out of the best sleep I’ve had… like ever. But his strong arms pull me close and he tucks me under his chin. “Don’t go away,” he rumbles.
“I’m not, I just wanted to look at you.”
“Mmmm. We’re gonna take a shower and you can look at me all you want. Then we’re gonna get dressed—I have clothes for you, don’t bother asking—and then we’re going to my parents’ house. I didn’t have a chance to tell you, but Samantha left her husband.”
“What?” That wakes me up.
“Yeah, she called me upset and said she couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping with the guy, so I had her come home. But—”
He pauses and this is how I know the ‘but’ is a big deal. “But what?”
“But Tray—that’s her husband—made an embarrassing video of her and we think it’s best if she just addresses it before it gets too complicated.”
“Oh. Wow. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. This will be good for her. So we gotta get up, OK?”
He loosens his grip on me and I roll over so I can see him.
God. Damn. He is so fucking gorgeous.
He smiles and his eyes light up. A hint of a chin dimple appears that I’ve never seen before. I reach up to touch it. “I never knew you had a chin dimple.”
“No? Well, my number one stalker is seriously slacking. You should be ashamed.”
“Seriously, how did I miss that? It’s adorable.” But just then it fades away. “Hey, it’s gone.”
“It’s only there when I’m smiling a certain way.” And then he grins and sure enough, the little cleft is back. “I have to be really smiling, you know. It’s my shit-eating-grin smile. And I never use it, or they Photoshop it out. It makes me look too soft for the action roles, they tell me.”
“They are stupid,” I say as I lean my mouth up to touch his. Our lips connect and electricity shoots though my whole body. God, I want him like now. He draws me closer and presses his hard cock against my leg. “Do we have time?”
“I don’t even think that question deserves an answer. But if you need one”—he flips me on top of him and hikes my ass up so my pussy is right over his hips—“this is your answer.”
“Oh, fucking Vaughn Asher in a bed is my new number one request.”
His smile drops and the dimple disappears again. “We already did it in a bed. That night you got too drunk to remember what happened.”
I lift my hips up and slide my hands between my legs, guiding his thick cock into my entrance. I watch his face the whole time. He watches mine back. I ease down on him and let out a gasp as he stretches me. He grabs my ass and pushes down, completely filling me up.
“Your pussy is so wet for me, Grace.”
My hair falls over my shoulders and hangs down, draping across his chest. He reaches up with one hand and then palms my throat. I stop my slow rocking for a moment, taken by surprise.
He waits to see if I’ll object. But I’m not about to object. We are so far from those two people who bickered on the beach about limits. So very, very, far.
I swallow hard and his palm is tight enough against my throat that I know he feels it. This makes me start my motions again. I slide forward, lifting up a little, and then drag my clit across the flat plane of his lower abdomen.
He tightens his grip, watching me. His eyes are attentive and not at all consumed with lust like mine must surely appear.
I repeat my motions, more forcefully this time. His other hand reaches around my hip and then his finger is pressed against my asshole.
I groan as he slips his thumb up against my pussy, sliding it in alongside his dick, and then uses that slickness to lubricate my ass.
My body wants to collapse against his chest, but his palm on my throat keeps me erect. I rock harder, lifting my hips high so his cock almost fully withdraws, and then slamming down onto of him.
His jaw clenches each time. “Fuck,” he growls. “I want to flip you over and fuck your ass so bad.”
“Let me get off and then you can.”
In one swift second I’m face down on the bed, his hands holding my hips in place and his cock pressing up against my asshole.
“Don’t boss me, baby. I’ll take that ass any time I want.”
Oh, shit, as much as this should piss me off, it doesn’t. It turns me on so fucking bad. “Sorry, Master,” I say, turning my head to see what he thinks of that.
He leans down on me, his muscular chest, hard and corded, pressing against my chest until almost his full weight is on me. “Mmmm, that shit still turns me on, Grace, but it’s just a game. Don’t take it too seriously.”
“Yes, Master,” I say back with a giggle.
He presses the head of his cock against my puckered entrance and I squirm, but his palm is back on my throat, keeping me close. “If I had lube here, I’d use it. But I don’t, baby. Do you still want me to take you from behind?”
“Go slow,” I whisper.
“I will, sweets.” His fingers drag my wetness up to my ass to get it nice and slick for his cock. “I want all the moments we have together to last and last.” He presses the head of his dick against my opening and I gasp and pull away a little. “I want the perfect moments to drag on forever.” He brings his fingers to my mouth and slides them inside, pressing down a little on my tongue. “Get them nice and wet for me baby.” I let my saliva pool inside my mouth and then he swipes it out, dragging a sticky strand past my lips. It’s cool when it touches my ass, but that sensation is replaced by his thick cock as it enters.
Vaughn Asher hugs me close as we float down his lazy river. He lightly strokes a fingertip up and down my arm as he talks. He twines his leg with mine and swipes an errant lock of hair from my eyes. Never pausing his tales of life in the Land of Happily Ever After.
Tonight that place doesn’t seem so far away.
Right now that place is all around me.
I’m there.
Chapter Nine
#UseYourMasterVoice
“GRACE?” VAUGHN whispers in my ear. “Wake up, sweets. I have to go to my parents’ house this morning and I want you to come with me.”
I roll over in bed, trying to drag myself out of the best sleep I’ve had… like ever. But his strong arms pull me close and he tucks me under his chin. “Don’t go away,” he rumbles.
“I’m not, I just wanted to look at you.”
“Mmmm. We’re gonna take a shower and you can look at me all you want. Then we’re gonna get dressed—I have clothes for you, don’t bother asking—and then we’re going to my parents’ house. I didn’t have a chance to tell you, but Samantha left her husband.”
“What?” That wakes me up.
“Yeah, she called me upset and said she couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping with the guy, so I had her come home. But—”
He pauses and this is how I know the ‘but’ is a big deal. “But what?”
“But Tray—that’s her husband—made an embarrassing video of her and we think it’s best if she just addresses it before it gets too complicated.”
“Oh. Wow. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. This will be good for her. So we gotta get up, OK?”
He loosens his grip on me and I roll over so I can see him.
God. Damn. He is so fucking gorgeous.
He smiles and his eyes light up. A hint of a chin dimple appears that I’ve never seen before. I reach up to touch it. “I never knew you had a chin dimple.”
“No? Well, my number one stalker is seriously slacking. You should be ashamed.”
“Seriously, how did I miss that? It’s adorable.” But just then it fades away. “Hey, it’s gone.”
“It’s only there when I’m smiling a certain way.” And then he grins and sure enough, the little cleft is back. “I have to be really smiling, you know. It’s my shit-eating-grin smile. And I never use it, or they Photoshop it out. It makes me look too soft for the action roles, they tell me.”
“They are stupid,” I say as I lean my mouth up to touch his. Our lips connect and electricity shoots though my whole body. God, I want him like now. He draws me closer and presses his hard cock against my leg. “Do we have time?”
“I don’t even think that question deserves an answer. But if you need one”—he flips me on top of him and hikes my ass up so my pussy is right over his hips—“this is your answer.”
“Oh, fucking Vaughn Asher in a bed is my new number one request.”
His smile drops and the dimple disappears again. “We already did it in a bed. That night you got too drunk to remember what happened.”
I lift my hips up and slide my hands between my legs, guiding his thick cock into my entrance. I watch his face the whole time. He watches mine back. I ease down on him and let out a gasp as he stretches me. He grabs my ass and pushes down, completely filling me up.
“Your pussy is so wet for me, Grace.”
My hair falls over my shoulders and hangs down, draping across his chest. He reaches up with one hand and then palms my throat. I stop my slow rocking for a moment, taken by surprise.
He waits to see if I’ll object. But I’m not about to object. We are so far from those two people who bickered on the beach about limits. So very, very, far.
I swallow hard and his palm is tight enough against my throat that I know he feels it. This makes me start my motions again. I slide forward, lifting up a little, and then drag my clit across the flat plane of his lower abdomen.
He tightens his grip, watching me. His eyes are attentive and not at all consumed with lust like mine must surely appear.
I repeat my motions, more forcefully this time. His other hand reaches around my hip and then his finger is pressed against my asshole.
I groan as he slips his thumb up against my pussy, sliding it in alongside his dick, and then uses that slickness to lubricate my ass.
My body wants to collapse against his chest, but his palm on my throat keeps me erect. I rock harder, lifting my hips high so his cock almost fully withdraws, and then slamming down onto of him.
His jaw clenches each time. “Fuck,” he growls. “I want to flip you over and fuck your ass so bad.”
“Let me get off and then you can.”
In one swift second I’m face down on the bed, his hands holding my hips in place and his cock pressing up against my asshole.
“Don’t boss me, baby. I’ll take that ass any time I want.”
Oh, shit, as much as this should piss me off, it doesn’t. It turns me on so fucking bad. “Sorry, Master,” I say, turning my head to see what he thinks of that.
He leans down on me, his muscular chest, hard and corded, pressing against my chest until almost his full weight is on me. “Mmmm, that shit still turns me on, Grace, but it’s just a game. Don’t take it too seriously.”
“Yes, Master,” I say back with a giggle.
He presses the head of his cock against my puckered entrance and I squirm, but his palm is back on my throat, keeping me close. “If I had lube here, I’d use it. But I don’t, baby. Do you still want me to take you from behind?”
“Go slow,” I whisper.
“I will, sweets.” His fingers drag my wetness up to my ass to get it nice and slick for his cock. “I want all the moments we have together to last and last.” He presses the head of his dick against my opening and I gasp and pull away a little. “I want the perfect moments to drag on forever.” He brings his fingers to my mouth and slides them inside, pressing down a little on my tongue. “Get them nice and wet for me baby.” I let my saliva pool inside my mouth and then he swipes it out, dragging a sticky strand past my lips. It’s cool when it touches my ass, but that sensation is replaced by his thick cock as it enters.
