Deeper

25 | Breakfast

"You made me surprised when I didn't find you in my arms. I guess I couldn't stand that for long," he teases, his voice low and husky. He smells the skin on my neck before his lips trail down to my shoulder, placing soft kisses along the way. "Shit. Now you make me hard even more."

Which is true. I can feel his hard erection against my ass.

"How's it going? Are you okay?" he asks about my condition, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"I just still feel a bit sore." I still do, even though I'm starting to feel like I'll be soaking wet again soon.

Vaughn turns me around so that I can face him. A frown touches his lips. "Well, that's something we have to work on." He leans closer, his cheek grazing mine, and I can't help but close my eyes, enjoying how he makes me feel. "Don't worry. I'll fix it," he whispers and nibbles my ear, making me let out a small gasp.

"We should eat breakfast," I stutter, proposing the idea even though my mind is nowhere near eating breakfast.

"Absolutely," he whispers. "I'm craving for my breakfast now." His tongue trails on my neck and down to my collarbone. "And I'm not talking about the pancakes. Although they look delicious. I'm definitely going to eat them later."

I gulp, knowing where this is going. I can't do anything but letting Vaughn's Effect control my body, as if he's the only thing it needs to respond to. His touch on my skin is like electricity attacking my body. Dangerous and unavoidable.

I yelp as Vaughn lifts me up to sit on the counter, giving him perfect access to my chest. He kisses my collarbone and pulls down the straps of my tank top. Then he pulls the top down, exposing my breasts without taking it off.

Right. From the look on his face, his breakfast is going to be devoured by him in any second. He kneads my breasts with both hands, and I moan, closing my eyes as I grip the edge of the counter tightly.

I gasp as he wraps his mouth around my nipple while still massaging the other breast. He open-mouthed kisses and sucks it -- so fiercely like he hasn't had breakfast for a long time.

"Vaughn!" his name escapes my lips as I let out a shaky breath. Now my fingers have left the counter and are clutching on his hair instead. Another moan leaves my lips as he softly bites my nipple.

That's when his cellphone suddenly rings, making me startle, but he doesn't let me go.

"You have a call," I rasp.

"Shit," he grunts, still eating his 'breakfast'. "Just leave it."

"But--" I can't find my voice when his tongue teases my nipple over and over again. "It might be something important." When he still doesn't answer, I shout, "Vaughn."

He growls, clearly annoyed. Without looking, he takes out his phone from his pants pocket and throws it onto the counter. A quick glance is what he needs before he presses the speaker button.

"Dude, where are you?" comes a guy's voice from the other line, filled with urgency. I wonder who it is and what is happening.

"Austin," Vaughn barks. "Now's not the right time."

I'm trying not to make any sound as best as I can, but it's fucking hard when Vaughn keeps sucking my breasts. I have to muffle my own moans with my hand. God, it feels so good. He was damn right when he said that he would fix me, because I'm not feeling sore nor there is any pain anymore. I'm dripping wet again.

"Well then if that's the case, I expect that you are on your way to the field. Because if you don't get your ass on here before coach arrives, we're doomed," Austin says, irritation evident in his voice, before the call goes dead.

Vaughn's eyes snap open. My jaw drops. Crap.

"Stop," I say, pulling away from him. "You have football practice." From what I've heard from Jake, their coach is strict -- especially about punctuality. The whole team will be punished if any of them doesn't stick to this rule.

"No fucking way," Vaughn curses, still pulling me back to him even though the disappointed look on his face shows me that he will have to get his ass off here nonetheless.

Still, I pull away, getting down from the counter, breathless. "You should go. They're waiting."

Vaughn curses again, but then he storms into the hallway. Not long after that, he comes back already wearing his shirt. He grabs his car keys from the cabinet, and I follow him toward the foyer.

I can't believe that he forgot about football practice. I mean, isn't he Vaughn Cooper? The invincible one. I guess that it's not only me who got carried away.

"Be careful," I say.

He pulls me and gives me a quick hard kiss on the lips. "I'll see you soon."

"Okay." I nod, smiling softly, watching as he reluctantly lets go of me.

I'm about to head back into the house when he suddenly grabs my arm, whirling me around to give me another peck on the lips one last time before leaving.