He’d already called Deena to make sure she’d left the premises for the evening. As he’d suspected, Deena was already occupied. When the elevator arrived, Frederick led Vaughan inside until they were close to the back paneling. He pushed the button for P6, then curled both arms around Vaughan’s neck, leaning in to inhale his scent. He ran the top of his nose across Vaughan’s jaw until he arrived at the spot where his shirt began. Frederick planted a light kiss there, before trailing trailed his tongue over Vaughan’s flesh, until he arrived at the tip of Vaughan’s ear. He could hear Vaughan’s breath hitch, telling him he was doing something right.
In a very bold move, Frederick moved one hand from around his neck on down Vaughan’s chest, dragging one finger over the buttons of his shirt. Frederick toyed with the small buttons, but he refused to give the security team a show.
The bell sounded, letting Frederick know they were on his floor. He clasped Vaughan’s hand and led him to the door marked six. Frederick waved his card over the sensor, and the door opened to the temporary haven he’d been in the last few days. When he waved his hand over the light sensor, the place lit up like a Christmas tree.
“The view is amazing from up here.” Frederick still had his hand within Vaughan’s. “It was the perfect reason for me to pick it, too. High above everything like Prince’s.” Frederick turned to Vaughan and planted a small kiss on his lips. He dropped the bag on a nearby sofa along with his sport coat.
“I’d have to agree with you about the view.” Vaughan pulled the loose tie from around his neck and dropped it on the sofa. His eyes never left Frederick. “But I doubt we’d be talking about the same thing.”
Heat rushed to Frederick’s cheeks. “We could be, but I’m not talking about me.” Frederick ran both arms around Vaughan’s shoulders and gripped them tightly.
“Told you we wouldn’t be talking about the same thing.” Vaughan dropped his head to nibble at the side of Frederick’s neck. “Tell me, how attached are you to this shirt?”
Frederick shuddered under Vaughan’s mouth touching his skin. He flinched slightly then relaxed, feeling the pressure on his groin increase.
“Not very attached. What do you plan on doing to it?”
Vaughan said nothing. He continued moving his lips against Frederick’s flesh, pushing the shirt out of the way as far as it would go. It seemed the fabric wasn’t moving as much as Vaughan would like, so he stepped back, gripped both sides at the top and tugged. The sound of buttons flying and material separating filled the air. “That’s better. We’re going to have a little fun.”
Frederick eyed the remains of his shirt and exhaled. He couldn’t believe Vaughan had made good on the promise, but then again, Vaughan was a former military man. Though intimidated, Frederick could barely hold in his excitement thinking of what was next.
“Good. I’m ready for it. Been ready.” Frederick caught Vaughan’s gaze and watched him.
It seemed Vaughan wasn’t much of a speaker, especially when his brown eyes darkened in that way that sent flames surging through them. He backed Frederick up and pushed him to the sofa before taking a few steps back. “Don’t. Move.”
Slowly, Vaughan reached up and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. When he finished, he pushed the shirt off his shoulders and didn’t even glance back as it pooled to the floor. Vaughan dragged his palms over his body, along his abs and up to pinch his own nipples. He swayed his body slowly from side to side, rhythmically as if hearing music Frederick couldn’t. But even as he moved, Vaughan didn’t stop touching himself, tracing his abs then down to cup what was a very sizeable tent at the front of his pants.
Frederick ogled Vaughan moving and writhing as if he were an exotic dancer on stage. He could barely catch his breath, knowing what treats lay under Vaughan’s black attire.
“Vaughan. My God, please—” Frederick swallowed hard, reaching out for Vaughan. “It should be illegal what you do to me.”
“I’m pretty sure what I’m about to do is illegal in some places.” Vaughan smiled, undoing the buckle on his belt. “Get on your knees, Freddy.”
Frederick didn’t say a word or drop his gaze. He only obeyed Vaughan.
Silently, Vaughan stepped up close and caught the back of Frederick’s head gently. “Unzip me—with your teeth.”
Frederick blinked, feeling the butterflies in his stomach. With jittery hands, he reached up and grasped Vaughan’s hips tightly. He opened his mouth, using his tongue to lift up part of the zipper to do as Vaughan commanded. When he had a good hold on it, he slowly lowered it until it could not go anymore. He swiped his tongue over his lips and eyed Vaughan again.
“I think you’ve had practice with that.” Vaughan pulled the belt from the loop and dropped it to the floor. “What do you want now, Frederick?”
Frederick shook his head no. He’d never been told to zip anyone’s pants down with his mouth, but God knows he enjoyed it. “No, never. I want you to take me as you promised. I believe we got those latex barriers there to make good use of them, right?”
For a moment, Vaughan said nothing. He then slipped to his knees before Frederick and slid a hand behind his back to grab Frederick’s ass. “That’s not how it works. Want to know what turns me on? You’re not a wilting flower, Freddy, and if you were I don’t want that in my bed. Tell me what makes you wild.” He stopped to slide the hand behind Frederick down the back of Frederick’s pants to stroke his crack.
Frederick shook like a leaf in the wind and closed his eyes. Though it was a tall order to voice his deepest, darkest desires aloud, he’d do it for Vaughan. “I like to be told what to do. I want your hands on every part of my body, making me lose all my senses and forget where we are. I want to be so overcome with lust I forget my name. Could you do that for me?”
Silence swirled around the room as Vaughan lifted both his hands to cradle Frederick’s face. He kissed Frederick then, slowly, almost as though he was trying to soothe Frederick. But quickly the kiss became rough, as Vaughan’s tongue sank into his mouth and Vaughan moaned and lifted his head. “Your wish is my command,” he said, softly while rising. “Are you going to take your pants off, or do I destroy those, too?”
Frederick looked up at Vaughan, then stumbled to his feet. His eyes still on Vaughan, Frederick began unbuttoning his denims and pushing them along with his boxer briefs down to his ankles.
“I will remove them. These are one of my favorite pairs.” Once he had them off his waist, Frederick kicked off his shoes then his pants and underwear.
“Are you taking yours off?”
Vaughan pressed an index finger to his lips and stepped in close to Frederick. He gripped his shoulders and twisted him around before bending him forward to brace his hands on the sofa. The sound of a chair could be heard scraping across the floor and soon Vaughan’s large hands were caressing Frederick’s ass. “Tell me, Freddy—when was the last time you’ve been eaten?”
Frederick could barely think pondering that question. “Never. I’ve never had the pleasure.” Frederick winced, feeling his groin filling. He ached to have Vaughan’s mouth on him in any capacity.
Hot and wet, Vaughan’s tongue trailed his cheeks, making slow circles around every part of his ass but where it was truly needed. Vaughan didn’t seem to be in any rush. He dropped kisses along the same path his tongue took earlier. Then, he parted Frederick’s cheeks and after what seemed like an eternity, he licked at Frederick like he would a sweet dessert, from tip to balls and a low growl echoed through the room.
Frederick hissed at the sensation, getting lost in the feeling of Vaughan’s mouth. He swallowed the lump in his throat and dropped his head, attempting to keep his focus on what was in front of him. With each lick, Frederick’s legs felt shaky as if on unsteady ground. He nibbled on his bottom lip and closed his eyes a moment, envisioning what Vaughan did to him.
“Yes, more.” The whimper escaped his lips, and he moaned when Vaughan did as he’d requested.
Vaughan f
easted on him, licking, slurping, and at one point shoved his tongue in so deeply, it was as if his face became a part of Frederick. He lifted his head.
“Frederick—you should be touching yourself,” Vaughan said.
Frederick’s shoulders hunched, and he eyed Vaughan over his shoulder. With shaky hands, Frederick moved just enough for the remaining palm flat on the sofa to support his weight. He reached down, stroking the head of his own cock, rubbing the pre-cum into his own skin. Under his own affections, Frederick gasped and closed his eyes a moment, sensing his arousal heighten in every erogenous zone in his body. He bit his lip. “Vaughan … I want you. Need you in me again.”
“You know what I want to hear, Freddy. Give it to me.” Vaughan eased away after one final kiss to pull a condom and a tube of lube from the bag.
“Please, Sir.” Frederick managed through hampered breaths. His hand was still curled around the base of his shaft, stroking himself until he nearly spurted his release onto the sofa.
“Good boy. Now assume the position for me.”
Frederick looked over his shoulder, noticing Vaughan’s rock-hard erection, sheathed in latex. He rose up, removing the tattered remains of his shirt and tossing them aside.
Frederick wanted to be manhandled, and that was precisely what Vaughan gave him. A cool dollop of lube slid over Frederick’s hole and then the large, perfectly formed mushroom of Vaughan’s cock head entered him. Then slowly, inch by heavenly inch, Vaughan slipped deeper, his fingers clutching Frederick’s hips tighter. “Can you take it all, Freddy?”
“Doesn’t matter if I can. I want it all,” Frederick growled through gritted teeth. He clutched the couch’s material under his fingers, nearly tearing the fabric due to Vaughan being inside him. He’d never felt so full in his entire existence, and by what Vaughan had asked, he wasn’t completely done.
“Arch your back.” Vaughan pushed down slightly on Frederick’s back then moaned. “Oh yes, baby! That’s it.” He slid further into Frederick’s body only to pull all the way out. When he reentered Frederick, there was nothing tender about it. He slammed his hips forward, causing his body to collide with Frederick. Repeatedly, he drove into Frederick, like soldiers storming on a beach. “Ride back on me, baby, meet me halfway.”
Frederick began to do exactly as Vaughan commanded him, shoving backwards and clenching his hips tightly together to feel it all. He gnashed his teeth together and hissed, closing his eyes only to see lights explode behind his eyelids. They moved in rhythm like a well-trained orchestra during a symphony, and Vaughan was the conductor.
“Yes,” Frederick said amidst labored breaths. Frederick picked up the pace, challenging Vaughan to go in harder.
Vaughan’s fingers tightened against his hips, and suddenly it was as if Vaughan was trying to push him head first through the sofa. Vaughan pulled out of him and spun him around. He fused their lips together as he backed Frederick to sit on the sofa. He then pulled between Frederick’s legs, hiking them high over Vaughan’s hips as Vaughan knelt on the sofa. Vaughan found his hole again. Vaughan’s body was covered in sweat. Droplets slid from his forehead and over his muscles. Each pump of his hips caused his abs to tighten.
“I want you to come for me,” Vaughan said, sliding deep into Frederick and pinching Frederick’s nipples. “You won’t look away. I want to see your eyes.”
Frederick winced at Vaughan’s fingers tugging at his taut skin. His eyes caught Vaughan’s fiery gaze and he ran his hand over his stomach until he grasped his own cock within his palm. Not saying a word, he stroked in the same motion as Vaughan’s thrusts into his body, losing himself within each move. Frederick used his free hand to bring their lips together again, and he plunged his tongue deep inside of Vaughan’s mouth. Frederick moaned into the embrace, feeling his resolve give way. At any moment he’d lose all control as Vaughan wanted.
“Will you come for me, too? I want to watch you unravel.”
“This is all for you,” Vaughan managed through gritted teeth. Vaughan shoved Frederick’s fingers away from his own cock and wrapped his large hand around it instead. He tugged at Frederick to the same beat of his hips. “Come for me, Freddy.”
Frederick didn’t have to be told more than once. With one last thrust in the same motion as Vaughan’s, Frederick’s cock spurted, spilling warm liquid onto his stomach and Vaughan’s hand. He trembled violently, attempting to hold onto Vaughan’s shoulder for support.
Caught in the emotions, Frederick yelled at the top of his lungs. His chest ached from the heavy breathing. He continued to eye Vaughan still lunging into him with wild abandon, then down, noticing how much of his own release coated them both.
Frederick moved his hand from Vaughan’s shoulder to his face. He then leaned forward, capturing Vaughan’s mouth with his own. When their mouths crashed together, he pulled away, only slightly to meet his lover’s brown gaze. “I want you to come for me, now. Let me see you lose control, Vaughan.”
A smile traced Vaughan’s lips as he lifted a finger, covered in Frederick’s cum to his lips. He sucked it into his mouth, and when he removed it, the digit was clean. He pulled out of Frederick and removed the condom. “Okay. Why don’t you make me?” There was a dare in his voice. “Come take this cock in your hands and show me how much you want it.”
Frederick grinned at him and patted the sofa. “Sit here then.” He eyed Vaughan’s large dick nestled in a bed of black curls. He desperately wished to rub his face into Vaughan’s crotch and show him how good he was with his tongue.
“Sure,” Vaughan said turning and falling to his ass on the sofa. He folded his arms behind his head, opening up his muscular body to Frederick. “You have control now, Freddy. Show me what you got.”
Frederick eyed Vaughan, before taking a knee in front of him. Frederick took Vaughan’s large shaft in his hand while he kept his eyes level with Vaughan’s. Frederick rubbed his lips over the tip, then licked and sucked the head hard while his fingers busied himself with Vaughan’s balls. Frederick moved his hand up and down, slightly squeezing applying enough pressure to get Vaughan to explode in his mouth.
Frederick heard the sound of approval from Vaughan and continued, moving his hand while he slurped the top of Vaughan’s dick. He slipped the top of his tongue into the slit. He ran his hand up to Vaughan’s nipple and pinched it. Frederick felt Vaughan tremble under his touch, and he moved from one to the other, doing the same thing.
Finally, he removed his hand from Vaughan’s shaft, to take Vaughn completely into his mouth. Frederick moved his head from side to side.
Vaughan lowered a hand to cradle one side of Frederick’s face, closed his eyes and dropped his head back. “That’s it, baby—I’m coming.”
Frederick smiled but didn’t let up on his assault on Vaughan’s hardened flesh. He stilled, then moved back down until the tip of Vaughan’s dick hit the back of his throat. He hummed around it, and within moments Frederick was rewarded with Vaughan’s warm release. Frederick could feel Vaughan shudder under his touches, and yet he didn’t stop. He swallowed every ounce of liquid Vaughan gave him, not even gagging on the amount. After another minute or so, Frederick moved away, still eyeing Vaughan, caught up in his own haze. Frederick rose, then leaned in, planting both knees on either side of Vaughan’s body. He melded their lips together, sharing some of Vaughan’s own release with him as they kissed. He thrust his tongue inside Vaughan’s mouth, and they tangled tongues until they stared at each other starry-eyed.
“How did I do?”
“Mmm.” Vaughan trembled. “Damn, Freddy. We have to do that again.”
Frederick clasped both of Vaughan’s cheeks within his hands. “Yes, we do. Stay with me tonight and we could have breakfast together then do it all over again.”
“I have to call Kelliani,” Vaughan said. “I have a puppy, and I’m not sure I should leave her all night by herself.”
Frederick pressed his forehead against Vaughan’s and lightly kissed it once more. “T
hen call her. I am sure she will help you out if you explain the situation.”
“I won’t have to explain tonight.” Vaughan turned his head to kiss Frederick. “But I’ll have to sit through the Spanish Inquisition later.”
“Oh, you poor thing.” Frederick crashed his lips on top of Vaughan’s again. “Perhaps she’ll have mercy on you if you tell her it was me that kept you away from your precious puppy. Just remind her that tickets to my concert are on the line.” Frederick chuckled.
Vaughan grinned. “She is nosy. Now, we should shower, and then you can take me to your bed.”
Frederick loved the sound of that. “My good man, your wish is my command.”
Chapter Eleven
Vaughan was awakened the next morning by the ringer on his cell. It couldn’t have been Kelliani. She knew where he was and was taking care of Nefertiti. Still, he figured he should at least check. Moaning, he reached out blindly for the phone. He couldn’t get his fingers around it before it fell off the bedside table. Still, the silver contraption continued ringing. Reluctantly, he peeled his body from Frederick’s and shoved his feet out of the bed so he could get the phone. When he finally could look at the face, there was no number just the word private.
“Hello?” he said.
No answer. The line crackled, but no voice came.
“If you’re going to keep calling the least you can do is say something.”
Still nothing.
Irritated, Vaughan hung up and turned to Frederick, who looked like an angel lying there. His blond hair was a mess and covering his eyes. Unable to resist, Vaughan reached over and caressed Frederick’s hair from his face before leaning in to drop a light kiss to his forehead. Frederick moaned and shifted, but he didn’t open his eyes.
As Vaughan sat there, he could remember the way Frederick had looked at him the night before. No other man had done that. Though Frederick wanted it rough, Vaughan’s heart wouldn’t allow it. He only hoped he satisfied Frederick the way he deserved—then again, there was always round one hundred and twenty.
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