Page 55 of Forever & Always You
“Why? Feel guilty?” he teases.
“Obviously.”
“Good, then find a way to say sorry.”
His gaze is inviting, his smirk challenging, and that’s as clear a green light as any.
Grabbing a fistful of his T-shirt, I passionately take his lips with mine. I’ve been waiting what seems like an entirety to feel his hands on my body again and I’m not waiting a second longer. I’ll catch up with the Avengers later.
I swing my leg over Austin’s stomach and straddle his hips, flattening my chest against his as his hands securely grasp my waist, but I want to be the one in control. I grab his hands and pin them to the pillows around him as he strains against me, deepening the kiss because his mouth is the only resource he has.
“I can’t touch you?” he rasps, and I feel his frustration in the way he locks his wrists beneath my grip, fighting for freedom.
As I kiss my way along his jaw, I very deliberately draw my mouth close to his ear, lower my voice, and simply say, “No, darling.”
I release my hold on his wrists and grab his jaw instead, angling it upward to allow me to kiss my way down the stubble on his neck. My other hand trails down his chest, skipping over the waistband of his sweat shorts and brushing my palm over his solid cock bulging against the soft cotton.
“Oh, hi,” I say. “That was easy.”
“You don’t need to work for it, Gabby,” Austin says, lifting his hips to press himself harder into my palm. “I have to fight the altitude every time you smile at me.”
I shift my body back, settling onto my knees between his legs. Austin sits up a little, resting on his elbows and gazing down at me with hot anticipation, and oh, how I refuse to disappoint. I hook my fingers over the waistbands of both his shorts and his boxers and tug them down in one swift pull.
His cock springs free, slick with anticipation, and I wrap my hand around the base and work my way enthusiastically up his shaft. Austin hums contentedly under his breath and when I steal a glance up at him, his eyes are closed. As I work my hand, I gather spit in my mouth, then lean in close and seal my lips tight around his tip.
Austin flinches at the sensitivity of my wet mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and the groan that reverberates around our little fort is the most gratifying sound in the world. It motivates me to deliver, and I circle my tongue around his tip, light and teasing, before taking all of him to the very back of my throat. Despite my no-touching instruction, Austin can’t help but lose his hands in my hair, gathering my curls out of the way. Every time he responds to my movements with a moan, I make a mental note of what it is exactly that he likes so I can memorize it forever. I get into a rhythm, switching my attention back and forth between the shaft and the tip while also working my hand along the base.
I glance innocently up at him from beneath my eyelashes and our eyes lock for only a split second before he throws his head back into the pillow with a tremendous groan. “Stop.”
“Stop?”
“Stop,” he repeats, “because I’m going to come and I haven’t fucked you yet.”
“Okay, I’ll fix that,” I say with a smile.
I undress at lightning speed. Whip off my shirt, unclasp my bra, shuffle out of my shorts and panties. I feel so wet and swollen with my desire for Austin, and I readjust back into position over his lap, my knees either side of his hips.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he says, hands tracing the curve of my waist all the way down to my ass where they remain. “Maybethisis my favorite view. You’re perfect at every angle, Gabby.”
My hand wrapped around his cock, I guide myself down ontohim and my eyes roll in satisfaction as he fills every inch of me. For a few moments, I remain still, unmoving. Our eyes meet and the lust in his gaze as he admires me is enough to turn me wild.
“Hi, loser,” I breathe.
Austin squeezes my ass. “Hi, loser.”
“Corporate loser.”
“Bartender loser.”
“Runner loser.”
“Duke loser.”
I smile. “How about we’re both just losers?”
“Both losers,” he confirms, hooking his hand around the back of my neck and pulling my lips down to his.
I press my hands flat to his chest for support and I bounce on my knees, taking his cock over and over again, until my lack of working out becomes apparent and the burn in my thighs is too much to bear. I roll my hips instead, grinding back and forth and achieving the stimulation on my clit I so desperately need. My moans become erratic, uncontrollable, and Austin takes over, locking his arms tight around me and thrusting hard from beneath me.
