Chapter 10
CHAPTER
TEN
AUSTIN
Adam breaks the kiss, his mouth moving down the column of my throat before he stops at my collarbone. My eyes flutter closed, and I let out a heavy sigh that’s mixed with a moan. His lips feel so good… his tongue is better.
When his hands cup my breasts, his fingers curl around them before his thumb swipes at my already-hardened nipples, sending a tingling sensation deep into my belly. I want his hands everywhere. I don’t know what I want, but what I do know is that he’s the man who can give it to me.
The ache between my thighs begins to grow so fast that it’s almost painful. I need him to put me out of my misery, but I don’t know how to ask for it. I’m completely lost here.
Thankfully, either he’s able to read me, or he’s just as anxious as I am because he disengages from my throat. His hands fall from my breasts, and he takes a step backward before he begins to undress.
The moment his T-shirt comes off, my mouth goes dry. He’s covered in tattoos, and those are sexy and all, but it’s the muscle that they’re inked on. That is what has my attention. I’ve never seen defined muscle like this in my entire life.
Holding my breath, I stare at his abs. He chuckles, causing them to flex, and I swear to God, my pussy clenches. Reaching for the button of my jeans, I pop it off and quickly slide down my zipper. I have never wanted a man physically more in my entire life.
I didn’t realize that I could be, well… for lack of a better word… horny.
Shimmying my jeans down, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and start to peel them from my body when he tells me to stop. Lifting my head, my eyes find his. I freeze.
“I’m going to take those off,” he murmurs.
Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times as he strips his own jeans and underwear off. My breath hitches at the sight of his hard length. I’ve only ever seen one dick in person. I’m not sure if he was small or if Adam is huge.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I watch, transfixed and unable to look away, as he wraps his fingers around his cock and strokes it once, twice, three times before he moves toward me.
His catlike movements send a thrill of desire down my spine—I want that.
Want him—all of him.
I watch with anticipation as he releases his cock, then wraps one hand around the side of my throat. The other he grips the back of my hair with. Holding my head still and my body hostage. I love it.
When his chin dips and his lips touch mine, I feel his hand on my throat fall away, and then it’s down my panties and between my legs. When his fingers slide through my folds, my entire body convulses.
I can’t control myself.
He doesn’t deepen the kiss as his fingers move through my damp center. He swirls them around my clit, then starts over again. Petting me, swirling, and then finally penetrating. When he curls his fingers inside of me, I feel as if a bolt of lightning has zapped through my entire body.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, Austin? You’re going to scream my name, yeah?”
I moan. No words can be spoken right now. Not a single one. My thighs tremble, and my knees are close to giving out completely. Then he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth.
I’m done for.
Completely and totally done for.
“I want to feel your pussy squeeze my fingers, and then I’m going to feel it strangle my cock.”
And that is all it takes. I come. It’s hard and fast. It consumes me.
But I don’t have even a moment to relish in the sensation before my panties are ripped from my body.
I’m flying through the air and landing on the bed with a single bounce, but only one, because then Adam is between my legs, and without a second to even take in my new position, he’s inside of me.
ADAM
Fuck.
Me.
Jesus Christ, I was not anticipating this. I was not expecting her to fit so goddamn perfectly, like she was made just for me. I didn’t think that I would feel this way, either. Sure, I verbally claimed her the moment I saw her, my body knowing that she was different.
But this, physically claiming her, sets everything in stone. This is exactly who I was meant to have and where I was meant to be. Placing my palm against her head, my arm locks as I reach behind her head with my other hand.
I try as much as I can to keep the bulk of my weight off of her body. Dipping my chin, my gaze searches hers as I stay seated inside of her, unmoving and allowing her to adjust to my entrance.
When she lifts her hand, curling her fingers around my biceps, and digs her nails into my flesh, I grin down at her. Her back arches as her eyes close. I watch as her jaw clenches, and I know that she wants me to move.
Lowering my head, I touch my lips to hers. Then I move. Instinctually, I want to fuck the absolute shit out of her as hard and fast as possible. But the way she’s holding onto my arms, the way her lips are parted, and the way her eyes search mine, I can tell that she isn’t ready for that.
Slipping my tongue inside of her mouth, I taste her as my hips begin to roll. I move in and out of her as slowly as I can. Every fiber of my being begs me to go faster. But I tamp that down, knowing that she couldn’t handle me entirely yet. She will, just not yet.
Continuing to move slowly, I bite the inside of my cheek as I attempt to keep myself under control. With every downstroke, I’m on the brink of completely losing myself inside her body.
That is, until her nails dig into the flesh of my biceps again.
“Harder, Adam.”
My eyes widen, I can’t hide my surprise at her urging. My body doesn’t hesitate. I fuck her. Harder and faster. Her breath hitches, a moan escapes her mouth, and that’s when I feel her pussy flutter around me.
That sensation is all that I need. My control unleashes.
I grip the back of her hair as tightly as possible, and I fuck her.
It’s downright nasty and fucking beautiful all at the same time.
Reaching down her leg, I grip the back of her knee and tug her leg higher around my waist as I grind down deeper and harder.
“Adam,” she gasps right before she comes.
Her mouth opens, but not a single sound comes out as her pussy clenches around my cock so tightly that it forces my own release. My back tingles, my balls draw up, and with a groan, I fill her with my release.
Fucking shit.
Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers and silently vow to myself that I am never, not fucking ever, letting her go.
Austin is mine—forever.