Page 25 of Never Fear (Whiskey Ridge)
Darn.
As I let the water seep into the paper towels, I asked, “What is it you so desperately need at”—I glanced at the clock on the microwave—“two in the morning?”
I bunched the towels up in a ball before laying down a few more, and as they darkened with the water, Austin’s boots entered my line of vision. My gaze trailed up his jean-clad legs, past his clearly erect cock, before landing on his skull mask.
That shouldnotmake me wet.
His hand moved toward me, a gloved finger tipping my chin higher before it trailed along my jawline. “I want to see how strong that jaw of yours really is from all that gum smacking you do.”
I batted my eyelashes. “Does my mouth keep you up at night, cowboy?”
He ran a thumb over my lower lip, and I fought the urge to nip at it. “Fuck, I wish it did.”
Forgetting about the remaining water and ice on the ground, I shifted so that I was on my knees, perched with my breasts pressed together and my eyes big and beady. There was no resisting this. Hell, I couldn’t stop thinking of the man. Maybe I was still annoyed with him for putting my best friend in a situation where she was in danger, but even I couldn’t deny I was attracted to him. How was the entire world not attracted to this man? He had those perfectly sized muscles and tan arms from working outside all the time. A big, blazing smile, messy brunet hair, a laugh that made not only my ears perk, but also my pussy. Which should be embarrassing, honestly, but I couldn’t help it.
I think that’s why I tried to hate him, because how darehe make my body betray me like this without even really trying?
My hand ran up his leg, my movements slow so I didn’t seem too eager. I needed him to think I was doing this to appease him when really, it was his cock in my mouth that’d likely bemyundoing.
In my peripheral, his fists clenched again, his restraint wavering with each inch my hand got closer to his bulge.
Once I reached it, I placed a firm palm over it, stroking upwards.
“Is this what you dream about?” My voice came out soft, curious, but laced with seduction.
He stared down at me, not answering.
That was fine. He was in denial. That made two of us.
My other hand came up to undo his belt, the buckle falling away before I got to work on the button and zipper. Once his jeans were undone, I pulled his pants and underwear down so his cock sprang free. My fingers wrapped tightly around the base, the tip so close to my lips.
“You’re speechless, I get it. I tend to make a lot of men lose their train of thought.”
My lips parted and my tongue lapped at the head of his cock, savoring the salty taste from the bead of moisture that had built. As if some feral need overtook him, his hand fisted in my hair and he thrust forward, his cock parting my lips and hitting the back of my throat. Not expecting it, my eyes watered, a gag forcing my hands to his thighs as I braced myself.
“You don’t know speechless, McKenna.” He held his position as I tried to calm my reflex. I wasn’t usually one to gag, but the unexpectedness of how quickly it escalatedcaught me off guard. “Now show me how strong your jaw really is. Prove to me it’s good for something other than talking.”
Taking his instruction, I breathed through my nose, calming myself enough to hollow out my cheeks and suck. He kept his grip on my hair but gave me the room to move. My lips coasted over the head of his cock, and then I was swallowing it whole again, my tongue flat against the underside as I flexed my throat against his length, no gag coming this time.
Austin hissed in a breath, eyes heating behind his mask. “Jesus, McKenna.”
I did the same movement over and over again, picking up my pace with each pass. One of my hands reached up to cup his balls, but I wasn’t gentle. He didn’t get gentle from me. Not as I let my teeth graze the delicate skin, his cock twitching in response. My hand was punishing as it squeezed him, but he seemed to like it.
He let out a curse that sounded more like pain than pleasure as I tightened my grip, and I pulled my mouth off of him, letting drool slide down my chin. His eyes lit with feral need at the sight of it.
“What? You don’t like how strong I am?”
A sigh that bordered on frustration passed his lips before he was tugging my head back to his cock. “The only thing I don’t like is how your mouth isn’t on my cock right now.”
I couldn’t help but smile at how in control of him I was in this moment as I parted my lips and took him to the back of my throat again and again and again.
My nails dug into his thigh as he began to take over,holding my head in place and thrusting into my mouth. My entire body hummed with need, somehow enjoying the way he got off with just my lips wrapped around his cock. He found pleasure in me, and it gave me a sense of power in this moment, regardless of how I was on my knees for him.
Next time, it’d be reversed.
As I continued, I reached down to grab two pieces of ice from the ground. Popping my mouth off him for a single second, I slid one cube onto my tongue before taking him back in. He hissed in a breath at the sudden jolt of frozen water, and to amplify it, I reached my hand beneath his sweatshirt, running the second piece of ice down his hard abdomen.
His balls tightened in my other hand, and with each moan and heavy pant that escaped him, I could tell he was getting closer. Could tell that the ice had brought memories back to him. Memories that made him feral.
