Page 36 of Never Fear (Whiskey Ridge)
I didn’t respond because all I wanted was to drown in her taste. But I knew. I fuckingknewshe was feeling the same as I was in this moment. Like after this, there was no more dodging around what was happening between us. She wanted to fight me? Fine. I liked when her claws came out. But I would never leave her alone after this. She was stuck with me, whether she liked it or not.
I moved my focus back to her clit, wishing like hell I could finger her pussy but not wanting to risk dropping her. I wasn’t weak by any means—well, aside from for this woman—but glass wasn’t the strongest barrier between her and the fall to the hard floor, so I kept my arms locked tightly around her legs. From the little sounds she made and how her breathing picked up, she didn’t seem to mind.
My tongue flicked across her clit at an accelerated speed, and her hips ground harder against me. I paused my efforts for a moment to ground out, “Fuck, McKenna. Come on my tongue.”
She tugged my hair,hard, in reprimand. “Don’t stop.”
I obeyed, my tongue returning to its lapping. My fingers dug into her skin the same way hers ate into my scalp. I pulled back an inch to spit on her pussy, and she let out a louder moan. Then, when I returned to her clit, her thighs started to tense, tightening around my shoulders. I looked up to find her head thrown back, wet hair clinging to her beautiful, plump breasts. She was a painting, breathless and jaw-dropping. If I could pause time, it’d be right now. With McKenna’s lips parted, a moan climbing up her throat with steam billowing around her. Fuck the makeupand high ponytails and miniskirts.Thiswas the McKenna I starved for.
No, scratch that. Every version of McKenna was the one I would die for.
Her screams echoed through the bathroom, drowning out the sound of the shower. She was clearly refusing to say my name, trying to prove a point, but I couldn’t have that.
Even after she came, when I should’ve slowed my efforts, I kept my pace. My tongue applied more pressure and my hands gripped her tighter, pulling her impossibly closer.
“Austin,” she warned breathlessly.
No, that wouldn’t do. I needed herscreamingfor me.
I nipped her clit with my teeth, eliciting a gasp from her, then dared to move my arm higher. My middle finger grazed the underside of her ass, and using her dripping release, I dragged the tip through it and brought it to her asshole. The digit slipped inside her, and she let out another loud intake of air.
But she didn’t have time to protest as another orgasm ripped through her, and her whole body shook against me.
“Austin!” she screamed, and pride shot through me like a lion after taking down its most dangerous enemy.
Once she came down from her second orgasm, her thighs relaxed around my shoulders. They shook against me, and her grip on my hair loosened. Slowly, I brought her down so her feet hit the ground. She sagged against the glass wall behind her, and I kept an arm looped around her waist.
“That was rude,” she tried to bite out, but her voice held no aggression. Only exhaustion.
“Come on, kitten. Time for bed.” I reached over to turnoff the shower, then led her out. I wrapped a towel around her after doing the same to myself, and proceeded to scoop her into my arms.
“I can walk,” she protested.
“I know.” But I wanted to carry her. To feel her in my arms for a little longer until reality set in and she pushed me away. “You give in easy.” I eyed her as I brought her across the room to her bed. “Starting to worry me there.”
She rolled her eyes, pasting on her best look of annoyance. But with her being in my arms, hair wet and body glistening from the moonlight streaming in through her open bedroom window, it did little to intimidate me.
“I didn’t give in. You…you—” She tumbled over her words, cheeks deepening in shade. This time, it wasn’t from the steam or my tongue between her legs.
“Gave you the best orgasm of your life?” I filled in with a smirk, pulling the comforter back and laying her on the bed.
“No.” The word held no weight. We both knew I was right—she was simply too stubborn to admit it.
“Many other guys make you come like that, then?”
Her lips pressed into a flat line, her nostrils flaring the slightest bit. “Yes.”
I grabbed the edge of the towel, pulling it with so much force out from under her that she flipped onto her front, her ass exposed to me. My hand came down on her smooth flesh with a loud smack, and she yelped.
“That’s for lying.”
She quickly flipped back over, grabbing the comforter and tugging it to her chest. God, that fiery littlelook on her face made my cock twitch. I’d never forget tonight even if someone tried to wipe my memory.
“Be thankful it was only one,” I warned, folding the towel and tossing it on the edge of the bed. “Though I wouldn’t mind punishing you for all that sass you spit at me.”
“You’re so…” She shook her head as she tried to come up with an insult powerful enough to cover up the fact that she liked everything that just went down.
“So good you’ve lost your mind, huh?”
