15. Austin
Austin
T hose four words were like a spoken prayer, and I didn’t hesitate.
My knees hit the floor of the shower, my eyes not once leaving hers as I waited for further instruction.
Fuck, she could tell me to jump off a cliff right now and I’d do it.
Plunge into an icy lake, I’d dive willingly.
Anything, and I’d oblige with no hesitation, because it meant her focus was on me.
I craved her attention like a drug, the hold she had on me so unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
If Booker and Henley could see me now, they’d consider me pathetic.
But I didn’t care. For McKenna, I’d steal the moon.
Ransack every convenience store until I had every single pack of strawberry gum in existence within my grasp.
Learn how to properly use one of those fancy cameras so I could photograph her smile, her lit-up eyes, and her bright pink blush.
God, was I turning into a fucking romantic? For her, I’d consider it. But McKenna didn’t seem like the type of girl to want flowers or chocolates. She seemed like the kind of girl that wanted to be bent over the dinner table and spanked for giving me sass.
I’d happily do that, too.
With her chin angled down at me, her hair dripping wet and draped around her shoulders, McKenna admired me on my knees before her.
She ran a thumb over my cheek, gliding it down to my chin, then brought it to my bottom lip.
My mouth was parted, my breathing heavy as paralyzing need overtook me.
But I let her take her time. I could stamp down my desire to ravish her and have my control later.
She pulled on my lip, dragging the pad of her thumb over to the corner of my mouth, like she was mesmerizing the curves of my face.
My dick was throbbing so fucking hard, I thought it might literally explode.
My balls felt heavier than a goddamn cinderblock, and it was a surprise they didn’t drag my ass to the fucking floor.
I wondered if she knew how badly I needed more, and she was taking joy in edging me.
By the look in her eye, my guess was correct. McKenna was torture in itself.
Her hand moved to cup my cheek, and she cocked her head to the side before sliding her fingers into my hair and tugging it, angling my neck back. “Stick your tongue out.”
Parting my lips wider, I obliged, sticking it out as far as I could. Then she leaned forward slightly and puckered her lips. Her tongue appeared, her pink gum on the tip of it, and then she let it fall. Directly. Into. My. Mouth.
It hit my tongue, rolling until it hit my throat. Her fingers tightened in my hair, and a blazing inferno lit her gaze. “Now swallow like a good boy.”
Without even closing my mouth, I swallowed. The gum wasn’t enough, but fuck did it make my dick twitch. “I want more of you.”
She arched a brow at the same time her thighs pressed together slightly. I wanted so badly to pry them apart and fuck her with my tongue, but that would come. I had to have patience, as difficult as it was becoming.
“Spit in my mouth, baby.”
She ran her fingers along my jaw, her other hand still gripping my hair. “What do good boys say?”
“Please.”
Her lashes fluttered, signaling her slipping control. I’d have my way soon.
I opened my mouth again, eager for her sweet taste.
Then she parted her plump lips and let a ball of saliva drop onto my waiting tongue.
I whimpered, closing my lips together to savor her as I swallowed.
The moment was short lived, though, as she yanked on my hair and brought my face between her legs.
I didn’t need instruction to know what she wanted, so I let my tongue slip out and take over.
She held me so tightly to her pussy that I wished it’d suffocate me. Dying between her legs would be a fucking gift. But not before I made her come. That was my one fucking goal.
I lapped up the wetness dripping from her center before I pressed my lips to her clit and sucked it into my mouth.
I flicked the tip of my tongue against the swollen bud, her thighs jerking with the sensation, and I moaned against her.
My teeth grazed her clit, and then I released it with a pop and pressed a gentle kiss to it.
Her hold on my hair started to waver, so I landed a sharp smack on her ass, pulling her back into focus.
Now wasn’t the time for her to grow weak, despite knowing how tired she was before this.
She had her control and she needed to fucking use it, because once her release leaked from her pussy and onto my awaiting tongue, it’d be my turn, and I wouldn’t hold back.
Swirling, sucking, licking, and fucking her with only my mouth, she released a whimper and leaned into me, her knees hitting my shoulders.
To hell with this position.
Snaking my arms between her legs, I hefted her up so her legs were over my shoulders and draped down my back. She let out a squeak, gripping my head as I stood. All the while, my mouth never left her pussy. I was too starved to lose even a second of this.
“Austin! I’ll fall!” she squealed.
I turned, remembering where the glass shower door was. Beside it was a glass panel that I pressed her back to.
Reluctantly parting my mouth from her, I said, “I’d never let you fall. Hold on to the metal bar up there. Or me. I don’t care. But I’m fucking busy, McKenna.”
I didn’t wait for her snarky response as I wrapped my lips around her clit once more and sucked her like she was the sweetest fucking lollipop on the goddamn planet.
I wanted to fuck her so bad, but the need warred with my desire to taste her until the end of my days.
If she never let me near her like this again, I needed to savor this while I could.
With both her hands fisted in my hair, she held on tight, her hips making small movements as she ground against my mouth. As I moved to spear her entrance with my tongue, she let out a breathy moan, and I nearly fucking melted .
“God, your tongue—” she started.
I didn’t respond because all I wanted was to drown in her taste.
But I knew. I fucking knew she 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 makeup and high ponytails and miniskirts. This was 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 her screaming for 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 turn off 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 little look 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?”
At the sight of my smirk, she grabbed the pillow behind her and chucked it at my face. I caught it, tossing it back on the bed, then grabbed both her wrists and pinned her flat to the bed.
“Don’t give me a reason to tie you up, McKenna.”
“I thought I was the one in control tonight.” Lust still coated her voice, and it took all I had in me not to slide between her bare legs and fuck her raw.
“Just tonight, baby. Fuck me in my sleep if you want. I don’t care. But after?” I leaned closer, her breath fanning across my cheeks. “I’ll show you what it’s like to be mine.”
Her eyes flared, intrigue lighting in them like she couldn’t wait to find out what that meant. But then her stubborn side came back full force, and her eyelids narrowed slightly. “Tonight wasn’t a free pass to my pussy whenever you want it.”
“I know.” I shoved off her, gaze tracing over her collarbone and the swell of her breasts under the blanket. “You letting me slip an ice cube in your ass was.”
Her mouth formed an O , and then she grabbed the pillow again and chucked it, the soft fabric making impact with my shoulder before falling to the ground. “Bring me a shirt from my drawer, asshole.”
I grabbed her towel and walked back to the bathroom, hanging both of ours on the rack.
Then I pulled on my boxers and grabbed my shirt from the floor, inspecting it for blood.
No way would I let her sleep with Marv’s blood touching her.
Once I was sure it was clean, I stepped into the bedroom and tossed it at her.
“This isn’t mine, Austin,” she practically growled, as if I could seriously mix up our clothing.
“That’s the point, McKenna. Now put it on.
” Without watching to see if she did, I yanked her curtains shut and left the room, heading for the couch.
With that little mean glint in her eyes, I was sure she’d refuse to let me sleep in her bed, despite my tongue having been inches inside her mere minutes ago.
Because yeah, laying next to each other was a step too far.
Made complete and total sense.
Even so, I wasn’t leaving her alone tonight.
My little kitten could try to hide it all she wanted but I could tell Marv’s death shook her up.
Our stunt in the shower surely helped get her mind off it, but I knew she was staring up at the ceiling right now, replaying the events in her mind over and over again.
So I grabbed a thin blanket off the back of the couch, one that had probably only ever been used as decoration and not to cover a six-foot-three man, if my feet sticking out the bottom was any indication.
If she woke from a nightmare, I’d be here. If she wanted to talk about it, I’d be here.
I wasn’t leaving McKenna’s side anytime soon.
If ever.