Page 61 of Never Fear (Whiskey Ridge)
As I rode his cock, my nipple coasted over the length of his tongue, sending electric sparks straight to my pussy with every stroke. He gave equal attention to both, his hands white-knuckled above where I held his wrists hostage.
“Touch yourself.Please,” he begged.
If I wasn’t so lost in him, I might’ve smiled at the plea. “Close to the edge?”
“With you? Always.”
I looked at my hands holding his. “Be a good boy and don’t move.”
He smirked. “And if I do?”
“Then I’ll keep you on the brink for days.” My lips neared his. “And you don’t want to see how I plan to do it.”
“That’s not very threatening, but for the sake of feeling you coming on my cock right now, I’ll obey.” He paused, hands flexing. “For now.”
Releasing him from my hold, I straightened. My fingers slid down my stomach to my clit, his gaze locked onto every movement. The moment I began stroking, I clenched, and he hissed out a curse as he threw his head back. The movement caused his hips to arch up slightly, driving him deeper, and I gasped.
“Put me out of my misery, McKenna. Use my cock and come all over me because I’m losing myfuckingmind.”
His words only made the flame burn brighter, skin and bones threatening to implode. If this was how I died, so be it. Rather it be in his arms than at the hands of my stalker.
Don’t think of that right now.
Shoving the thoughts aside, I ground back and forth, his cock brushing against that sweet spot every time. My fingers quickened their pace, and before I knew it, I was folding in half at the sheer force of my orgasm. He clamped a hand over my mouth as a scream threatened to fall from me, his other hand wrapping around my back as he took over, driving into me with a force that would surely destroy me in the best way possible.
My release hit again and again as he thrust at an impossible pace before he spilled into me with a moan, still holding me. I ingrained the feel of him inside me into my memory, never wanting to forget the first time we did this—while he was awake.
He dropped his hand from my mouth as I caught my breath. Our bodies were slick with sweat, our heaving chests stuck to one another like we’d never part.
And honestly, I hoped we never would.
I perched up on my elbows in Austin’s bed, already missing his warmth. “Where are you going?”
He didn’t answer. Simply disappeared into the bathroom attached to his room. Running water sounded beforeit cut off and he reappeared. “You think I’m not going to clean you up?”
I eyed the black washcloth in his hand and shoved to a sitting position. “You don’t have to?—”
He pressed a finger to my lips, quieting my protests. “If you say one more word, I’ll be forced to lick you clean.”
I arched a brow before he lowered to his knees and tugged me to the edge of the bed. He ran the warm washcloth along the inside of my leg, his lips brushing over my opposite thigh as he stared up at me. “I’ve never been so fucking happy in my entire life.”
“Is that what you’d call this? Happy?” It was like the moment I confessed how I was feeling to him, he opened up a whole other side of himself to me. Like he’d been keeping himself guarded, just in case.
He pressed more gentle kisses to the inside of my thigh, trailing up as he pressed the washcloth to my lower stomach. The spot wasn’t dirty, but it looked like he was going to clean me with his mouth anyway. “If that’s how I can describe how I feel in my dreams.”
I leaned back on my hands, watching him move. “You dream? I’m surprised.”
He pinned me with a chastising look. “About you, yes.”
I swallowed because the pressure of all of this was…a lot. Though I’d felt these feelings for him creeping up for a while now, it was still hard for this to feel normal. Especially when he said things like that.
His lips ghosted over my clit and I shuttered. “Just because we admitted our feelings aloud doesn’t mean I want you to change, McKenna.”
When I didn’t respond, his eyes met mine again. “Iwant your sass.” His tongue dragged up the center of my pussy. “Your attitude.” He sucked my clit into his mouth before popping it off. “Your eye rolls.”
I did just that, and the corner of his mouth ticked up.
“I want it all,” he went on. “Keep treating me how you have been if that makes you comfortable.” His eyes were trained between my legs, and for some reason, I didn’t feel the urge to hide. Not from him. “Because I fucking love it.”
