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“While you’re riding me,” he groaned as though he too was working his shaft fast with his hand, “I’d fist your cock so you know how it feels to be worked from your ass and your dick.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “I want to do that. I want to come all over your hard chest and abs.”
“I want to come inside of you, Slate. I want to fill you so full with my cum that your hole will be leaking for days with it.”
“Vaughn,” I moaned. “I’m gonna come soon.”
“Me too, babe. Fuck your hand as you picture it’s me.”
“I am,” I admitted. “I’m thinking about your big cock in my ass.”
“Put the phone on speaker, and stick your finger in your ass.”
I did, placing the phone next to my head on the pillow. I sucked on my finger and then reached between my parted legs and inserted it into my hole, still working my cock with my fist.
“Are you doing it?” Vaughn asked.
“Yes.”
“Me too. I have two fingers inside my ass while I pump and squeeze my dick”.
“I want you inside of me,” I admitted.
“I will be soon, babe. I’m going to make you feel good on Saturday.”
“I want to suck your cock and taste your cum.”
“You will.”
I was close. “I’m going to come.”
“Do it,” he ordered. “I want to hear you groan your release.”
My body jerked as I came at his words, cum squirting onto my abs. A few seconds later, I heard Vaughn groan and I pictured him in the same position as I was: our dicks in our hand and our fingers in our ass.
“Saturday, Slate. I’m going to fucking devour you.”
CHAPTER TEN
Vaughn
For the past couple of days, my nights ended the same way: the guys and I would finish recording around eight, and I would race home and wait for Slate to call me when he got to his hotel room for the night. The night before, he'd called me when he got to his room in LA, and I was dying to see him, knowing that he was in the same town as me. Saturday seemed so far off, and it was killing me.
Me:I want to see you tonight.
I knew that he was at Dodgers Stadium getting ready for his game. The guys and I were grabbing a quick bite, and the TV was airing the pre-game show at the bar in the restaurant, and like almost every minute of every day, I was thinking about Slate.
After we ate, the guys and I went back to the studio and finished for the night. I still hadn’t heard from Slate, but again, I knew he was playing. On my way home, I turned the game on my satellite radio so I’d know when it ended. I felt like a stalker in a way, but I was yearning for him.
I’d never felt this way toward another person before. When I was growing up, I was confused about why I was attracted to both girls and boys. It wasn’t until after high school that I realized why, and since I was young and figuring myself out, I’d only wanted to have fun. That was why I’d joined Sensation. It wasn’t until I saw the relationship that Ward and Kiera had that I wished for more.
And I felt as though I wanted more with Slate.
I loved knowing I was the only man to experience all of his firsts, and I wanted to show him more. I just hoped that he was on the same page as me because Iwashis first. What if he wanted to sow his oats, test the waters? I couldn’t fault him for wanting to see what—or who—else were out there, but I also knew that he wouldn’t do it on his own and would only do it under the umbrella of Sensation. If we had a falling out, I would have a front-row seat, and I didn’t like that idea.
The game ended as I was getting close to my condo. The Diamondbacks won, and that made me happy. Happy for Slate too. When I pulled into the underground garage, my phone finally dinged with a text.
Slate:I want to see you too, but you know it’s risky for me. Plus, the guys want to get a drink at a bar near the hotel.
