Page 13 of Haven Bound
Her hand grips the base of my cock as she runs her tongue across the crown, her tongue sweeping across the slit before she takes me into her mouth. She moans against me, the vibrations causing heat to build at the base of my spine….
My entire body shudders at the image, and I find myself having to brace one hand against the shower wall as the other continues stroking my aching cock. I swirl my fingers across the head to gather up the pre-cum that’s pooled there, mixing it with the conditioner and using the added lubrication to stroke myself harder, faster.
Her gaze holds mine as she hollows her cheeks and sucks firmly while one of her hands slides up the inside of my thigh, cupping my balls. Hertongue glides along the underside of my shaft and applies a bit more pressure to that sensitive area just below the crown….
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…. Chelsea.” My release hits me without warning, and I groan as I imagine spilling down her throat. Rope after rope of cum coats the shower wall while visions of her swallowing down every drop before licking the crown clean continue to fill my mind.
Quickly finishing up with my shower, I step out onto the bath mat and immediately realize my mistake.Shit. I set out clothes for her but forgot to grab a change of clothes for myself. Resigning myself to go back into my bedroom, I dry off and wrap the towel around my waist before opening the bathroom door and moving as quietly as possible to the bedroom door.
It’s silent on the other side. I slowly turn the door handle and push the door open, moving to step into the dark room. There’s a small nightlight on one of the walls, casting the room in a dim glow. Not that I need any light, I’m perfectly accustomed to moving through dark spaces while tracking down targets.
A sharp gasp startles me and reflex has me reaching for my naked hip and a gun that I’m not currently wearing, causing the towel wrapped around my waist to fall to the ground as I’m met by a frightened Chelsea. She has one hand pressed to her chest while the other is gripping the comforter and holding it close. She’s sitting up in bed, her shocked and flushed expression locked on mine.
10
Chelsea
Suddenly sitting up inbed with a hand pressed to my chest, I pull the comforter up as if it will offer any protection against the intruder. Panic clouds my mind in a haze, and it takes me a moment to remember my surroundings.
It's not a stranger or someone who means to hurt me that has come barging into the room. It’s Austin.
An incredibly naked Austin.
Why is he naked?
And what are the odds that he’ll stay naked?
Nope. Don’t go there, Chelsea.
My brain seems to be short-circuiting, leaving me at a loss for words. I know it’s wrong, but I don’t stop myself from admiring his exposed body. His chest is covered in a light dusting of dark hair. There’s a trail of that same dark hair running from his navel down toward his cock, which even in its half-hard state has my mouth watering.
It’s then in that moment that I realize he must’ve just gotten out of the shower, and I’m immediately imagining the things he could’ve been doing in there.
Oh, fuck.
Of all the times I imagined finally seeing Austin Anders without clothing, I never quite imagined it would happen like this. I had always hoped that he would be the one that I’d lose my virginity to, but things never went that far. Our friendship evolved into something more during my year, but we’d kept everything mostly between us.
Hailey knew that I’d been crushing on her brother for a few years by that point, but I don’t think I ever told her how truly crazy about him I was. I’m pretty sure that Ethan knew as well. He never directly said anything to me, but he didn’t need to. He may have caught me at their house when Hailey wasn’t home one too many times.
I can still vividly remember the night that I thought we might take that final step.
Butterflies are swarming my stomach, but it’s a feeling that I welcome. I’m finally going out with Austin tonight. I was a little shocked when he asked me to go on a date with him. We’ve been sneaking around for a few weeks now and though I wanted more from him, I didn’t expect it. He’s been pretty clear that we can never be… more. I don’t understand why.
I’ve wanted him for so long that I’m desperately willing to accept whatever attention he gives me. I’ve seen him as off-limits for so long, but he’s still been the star of my every fantasy. I used to imagine what it would be like to hold his hand or to have him stare into my eyes as he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. Over time, I began to fantasize about what it would be like to feel his lips pressed against mine, to be in his arms, and most recently what it would be like to fully give my body to him.
And now here I am, sitting anxiously on the edge of my bed as I wait for him to pick me up, dressed in dark form-fitting skinny jeansand an army green v-neck top. I have no idea what we’re doing. When I asked Austin to give me a hint, all he said was for me to wear whatever made me feel comfortable. As if that’s helpful. So, dressed-up casual is what I’m going with. Which essentially means I’m wearing my normal clothes, but I curled my hair and put on a little makeup.
My cell phone vibrates on the bed next to me. I immediately grab it to see a text from Austin telling me that he’s out front. My mom was already in bed for the night, so I asked him to text me instead of coming to the door. I don’t want her to wake up and realize that I lied about who I was hanging out with tonight.
Quietly closing the front door behind me, I find Austin leaning against his white Chevrolet Silverado with his arms folded across his chest. His dark brown hair looks as though he’d styled it at some point but has been running his hands through it, giving it a disheveled yet somehow still put-together appearance. He’s dressed in dark denim jeans that hang low on his hips and a long-sleeve black button-up. A few of the buttons were left undone and the sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows.
He looks incredibly handsome. For a moment I can’t believe that I actually get to spend the evening in his company. “Hey, Beautiful,” he says as he reaches for my hand and pulls me into his arms for a hug.
“Hey yourself,” I reply, dropping my arms from his neck nervously and reaching up to tuck a curled strand of hair behind my ear. “So, are you gonna tell me where we’re going?”
He smiles and opens the passenger side door for me, waiting for me to climb in before he says “Nope” and closes the door.
I don’t know where we could be going that we won’t risk running into anybody that we know. I do know, though, that whatever we’re doing will be worth the risk ofgetting caught if it means that I get to have Austin all to myself for a while.
