Page 61 of Worth the Risk

“Now relax,” he says, keeping my thighs spread far apart. My hand wants to drift to my clit but he notices. “Hands on the couch, baby.”

“Touch me,” I beg and he manages a small laugh but shakes his head.

“Look at me, Taylor.” My eyes meet his again. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.” He thrusts into me, then back out before looking down between us again. “I can see you throbbing against me. Mmmm. Look at that little pussy stretched to the max, taking my cock like a good girl.”

“Ohhhhh yesssss!” My nails dig into the couch, my back arching, my legs shaking. I try to squeeze my thighs together but Austin won’t let me. It doesn’t stop me, though; my orgasm takes over completely. I come, harder than I ever have. My abs flex and clench, my body bearing down as my orgasm sends me to heights unknown.

He’s pounding into me, faster, harder, my body still tingling. His eyes are closed, one hand wrapped at the base of my throat, the other gripping one of my thighs. Then he releases me, leaning back to pull himself from me. He fists his cock, pumping once, twice, then spilling his release onto my chest and stomach with a groan and shudder.

The room is silent, only our heavy breathing audible. When Austin lifts his head to look at me, I hold my breath, the sudden fear of him saying it was a mistake stilling my movements. But a second later, that feeling dissipates when he kisses me, his hand sliding down to cup my breast, dragging his thumb over my nipple as his tongue dances with mine.

“Oh.” My body responds already.

“Greedy,” he whispers into my mouth, dragging his tongue lazily over mine. “I like that.”

I’m not sure what I expected the afterward situation would be, if he and I ever did hook up. Mostly awkward, I suppose. I’d convinced myself I would be so consumed with how we’d handle seeing each other the next day that I never expected it to feel so good, so natural.

He smiles, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra and pull it from my body. He tosses it to the floor before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my panties next.

“Let me toss these in the wash so that they aren’t stained.” He nods toward the puddle he left behind on me. “And grab you a warm towel.”

“Okay.” I stay reclined, not wanting to spill the mess onto the couch once he untangles himself from me and picks up my undergarments from the floor. He leans down, cupping my breast again as he kisses me.

“I’ll be right back.” He’s tucked himself back into his pants that remain undone, slung low on his hips. I take the opportunity to appreciate his body, the smooth lines of his back that move as he walks. When he returns, he’s kicked off his shoes and socks, a warm towel in his hand as he approaches me.

“Now this is a scene I could get used to.”

Don’t… read into it, Taylor.

“I think any man would say that after having a mind-blowing orgasm and coming back to see a naked woman strewn about his couch with stilettos still on her feet.” I kick my leg into the sky with a giggle, his arm coming out to grab my ankle.

“Oh yeah.” He tosses the towel onto the floor after cleaning me off. “And what other men have had the pleasure of you strewn about on their couch, naked, with heels on?”

“None.” I smile, my hands coming up to cup my breasts in a seductive manner. His hand stays clasped around my ankle as I drag my foot down to press the heel into his chest.

“How many other naked women have been strewn across this couch with their heels still on?”

He studies me for a second, his smile fading. My stomach drops and I’m worried I’ve made it awkward.

“None.”

He releases my leg, then stands up, pushing his pants and underwear down his thighs and to the floor, leaving himself fully naked… finally. I don’t wait for his next move. I sit up, pulling myself to the edge of the couch so that his still rigid cock is just out of reach of my mouth.

“What are you doing?” His voice is deep, gravelly. He knows what I’m about to do. His eyes give him away. They’re almost pleading, like he’s about to beg me if I change my mind.

“Tasting.” I reach my hand down to cup his balls as I part my lips, leaning forward just enough to gently kiss the tip of his cock.

He sucks in a sharp breath, his cock twitching from the contact. He stares at me intently as I reach my other hand up and drag my nails slowly down his abs till I reach the base of his cock. I slide my hand up his shaft, wrapping my lips around him before slowly starting to run my lips over his length.

“Ohhh, you’re good at tasting.” His hand slides into my hair, his fingers tangling in it as I repeat the process again, taking him deeper this time. “And sucking.” I keep my suction light, teasing, dragging the tip of my tongue up the underside of his shaft.

“I’m good at swallowing too.” I let him fall from my lips, but my hand still grips him. I lean forward, barely licking at the bead of precum that has formed on his tip.

“Oh, I have no doubt.” He chuckles, his hand coming down to grip my chin. “And I fully plan on making you prove that later,but right now, I’m ready to move this into round two and it’s not going to be as gentle.”

“Round two?” I ask, sliding my hand into his as he pulls me from the couch. My legs are unsteady but Austin’s hands are on my waist, guiding me toward the stairs.

“I told you, the first time was for you.” He bites down on my neck as we climb the stairs, his other hand toying with my breast.

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