Page 57 of Alive and Wells

I tug his hair by the roots, dragging him up until we’re face to face, sending a rush of cold air between my legs. Whatever emotion is in his eyes right now, I want to see it every day for the rest of forever. He ravages my mouth and, as his tongue parts my lips, I can taste how badly I want him. How badly he wants me is evident in the rock-hard cock pressed taut against his jeans, which he grinds into me with a muffled groan. I tug at the waist, needing his clothing to be out of the goddamn way already. Anything, even air, is too much of a barrier. It’s been years since any man has made me feel wildly desperate, and I can’t hold off a single moment longer.

“I need you,” I admit. “And I need these off.”

Standing up, he lets his pants fall to the floor and I race to sit up, though my head feels uncomfortably light and dizzy when I do. Focusing straight ahead, I hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers, and pull until his cock springs free. My heart pounds loudly in my chest, echoing in the still, humid air. My mouth’s suddenly watering at the prospect of feeling him deep inside me. He reaches down, stroking himself from end to end with two hard pumps, forcing another drop of pre-cum to collect on the tip.

I don’t know what comes over me, exactly, but I look up at him and say, “Can I taste you now?”

He chuckles softly, a pained expression of desire on his face. “You really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

Gripping his hips, I shimmy forward and lick from the base of his shaft up to the tip, swirling my tongue across the salty substance glistening on his cock. I take him into my mouth, eliciting a low, strangled moan of astonishment from us both. Sucking hard on the tip and then, inch by inch, filling my mouth with as much of him as I can handle. Feeling the heat in my cheeks and dull pain in my jaw as I open wider than I thought possible. His breathless moans and stifled gasps urging me to take even more.

My hand drops to cup his balls, and he reflexively thrusts forward, ramming his cock to the back of my throat. Making me gag. Tears pool in my eyes as I look up at him in awe.

To my surprise, I fuckingloveit.

“Sorry,” he mutters, apologetically stroking my hair as he pulls out.

“Don’t apologize for things that don’t require apologies.” I throw his own words back at him with a smirk. “Do it again.Please.”

I fill my mouth with him, exhaling hard through my nose. He pushes the hair away from my face and tucks it gently behind my ear. “Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful—always, but especially right now with my cock in your mouth.”

He slowly pushes forward, not even coming close to bottoming out.

My tongue slides over him as I free my mouth to speak again. “Quit holding back. I said, do itagain.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, I promise. I’ll smack you if I need you to stop. Now, please let go for once, and fuck my mouth the way I know you’re dying to. I trust you… Let yourself have it.”

Austin lets out a breathy exhale and weaves his fingers into my hair, gripping my head firmly. My hands cup his ass, tugging him to me. Desperate. Needy. I don’t know what’s come over me. I’ve given a blowjob butthis?This isn’t anything I’ve done before, nor anything I expected to do, and I can’t get enough. Anything he wants, anything he’ll give me. I want all of him and more.

He pushes farther down my throat with a whole-body shiver.

“That’s it. Take me all the way—deeper…fuck.”

His hips jolt ahead, forcing a choked moan from deep in my chest. He’s coming completely unravelled. This is, by far, my favourite side of Austin. I want this wild, untamed, impassioned man to fuck me senseless.

“I wasn’t expecting you to love choking on my cock, but I knew your pretty mouth was good for more than talking.” For the strong, silent type, he’s sure a fan of dirty talk. I’m not mad about it. His words send flutters to my clit every time.

My tongue flicks over the tip and he jumps. Cheeks hollowed, I slowly pull away until my lips break the suction around the head of his cock with a loudpop. “Better put it to good use then,” I tease. Then I take him back in. Slowly. Breathing and swallowing around the shaft of his cock. I’m massaging his balls as he scoops my hair into his fist, creating a makeshift ponytail and moving it in time with my bobbing head.

“Fucking—Christ.” He pulls away abruptly and I lick my lips, savouring the saltiness on my tongue. His chest heaves. “No, I’m not coming yet. I need to feel your perfect pussy wrapped around my cock first.”

He walks over to his dresser and pulls out a condom. I stare at him, drooling like a dog, as he rolls it down the length of his shaft and hovers over me on the bed. “Last chance to change your mind. If you don’t want this—”

I scoff. “Austin Wells, get that idea out of your head. I want you. How many more ways can I show you that?” I grip his jaw and pull him in for a slow kiss that’s reminiscent of our first one in the lake. Hot breath and shared arousal mingle as I explore his mouth with my tongue. Reaching between my legs, I finger myself for a moment before bringing my soaked fingers to his lips. A soft moan rumbles through my hand as he tastes me.

“See?” I ask. “I’m soaked—all for you. I’ve never craved somebody the way I’m desperate for you, and I swear I want this. Please, Aus. Give it to me.”

Without another word, he notches himself at my entrance, brushing the tip across my clit until I whimper. I’m overwhelmed by the need to feel something,anything, inside me. I’m convinced he gets off on making me beg for him—there’s definitely enough evidence from the past twenty-four hours to back up that theory. My breath catches in my throat as he drives forward, stretching me around him in a slow, delicious motion.

“Holy fuck.” His husky moan cuts through the thick air. He withdraws all but the tip of his hard cock, then presses back in with more impact, filling me to the hilt and forcing a soft gasp from my lips.

Oh, my God.The hungry look on his face has me wrapping my ankles around his hips, spurring him like a rank bull. I can’t help but watch the pleasure pooling in his eyes with every pump. He grips my ankle, moving it to his shoulder, and his hips slam into me. Plunging deeper, and deeper still, until he’s bottoming out. He’s ravenous, and his hunger translates to forceful thrusts that knock the wind from my lungs.

“Look how well you fit around me—fucking perfect.”

I claw at his thighs, urging him as deep as possible. Give me everything and then some.

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