23. McKenna
McKenna
H is confession shot an arrow straight through my heart. But the weapon didn’t wound. It healed. The holes in my chest closed at those three words, sealing them inside with the intent of never letting them escape.
Austin’s rough palm gently cupped my cheek, his eyes roaming over every inch of my face. “You don’t have to say it?—”
“I love you.” Three life-changing words slipped out in a tumble, needing to be voiced so he didn’t feel alone in this.
For weeks, I’d been trying to shove him away, but I now realized it wasn’t because I was annoyed at his presence or pissed about my situation.
It was because, from that first day he flirted with me in the diner, I knew.
Austin was going to steal my heart, and he succeeded.
He saved us the trouble of speaking by pressing his lips to mine.
Weeks, months, years—time didn’t matter when one’s life was on the line and the other was overly…
obsessed. I’d ne ver said those three words to a man, never wanting to allow myself to feel attached to someone in such a way.
But Austin obliterated every reservation I had about love and gave me no choice but to feel something more.
He put up with my attitude, accepted my flaws and worshipped them, all the while still allowing me to be completely, utterly me. He didn’t try to change me. He followed me into the depths of my mind and made himself a home inside my heart.
Rough, comforting hands tore through my hair to pull me ever closer, lips devouring and tongues clashing.
We were a tangle of limbs while our mouths carved the reality of us into stone.
His hand moved between us, quickly working at his pants to shove them off, along with his underwear.
Then his shirt was torn open, buttons flying everywhere before he flung the ruined material across the room.
It hit a lamp, sending it toppling to the floor.
“That thing wasn’t going to your house anyway,” Austin muttered into my mouth as he fisted his length.
My eyes shot open. “My house?”
“You think I’m coming back to live here?”
“And you think I’ll just let you stay in my home permanently?” I glanced over at the dresser the lamp had toppled from, taking in his room. Maybe it wasn’t the time to sightsee, but imagining his items in my space felt oddly…comforting.
When my gaze moved back to him, he was smirking. “Oh, kitten.” He ran gentle fingers down my cheek, eyes following the movement. “Haven’t you learned?” He leaned in closer, lips brushing mine. “I’m never leaving your side, even if you fight me on it.”
With that, he drove into me, raw and hard. We’d discussed the fact that I was on the pill before, but only because he’d been looking through my things and found my birth control. After that, and knowing his intention with the knowledge, he’d promised he was clean.
And I trusted him. Even then, I’d never doubted him.
A gasp passed my lips, shock and pleasure igniting a flame under my skin.
His hand wrapped around my neck as he thrust deep, repeating the motion over and over.
He cut off my air, his other hand fisted in the comforter beside my head.
He held the pressure until stars shined behind my eyes, and then he released.
I sucked in, a cacophony of heavy breaths and throaty moans spilling from me.
I reached up and wrapped a hand around his neck, flipping us over so I straddled his hips. As I rode him, I did the same, cutting off his ability to breathe. Even through the loss of oxygen, his lips lifted in a small smile before pleasure broke through him when I ground my hips back and forth.
His fingers dug into my hips where he gripped them, urging me faster. I marveled at my nails digging into his neck before I released him and dragged my touch down his chest, leaving slashes of red in his skin.
“There are those claws I’ve been begging to see,” he panted, watching my hands trail lower until I brought them back up and circled his nipples.
He thrust upwards, and I let out a small shriek when he hit my G-spot. With his hands alone, he began bouncing me up and down on his cock, watching where he slid in and out of me. I wrapped a palm around my breast, squeezing as I threw my head back on a whimper.
Austin’s moans filled the room, and I looked down to find him watching me with lethal intent.
Obsession turned to pure addiction in his lust-filled eyes, and I took over.
Hands gripped in mine, I forced his arms above his head.
At the angle, my breasts were directly above his face, and by the looks of it, he fucking loved it. The knowledge made my core tighten.
“Tongue out,” I commanded, and with eyes glued to mine, he did as I told him.
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 my fucking mind.”
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 before it 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. “I want 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.”
Then he moved his tongue to my entrance and swirled it around before piercing it into me.
My palm moved to his hand against my stomach, gripping hard.
His hot breath on my pussy, combined with his small groans, had my thighs clenching.
He pried them apart. “Gotta keep these open so I can clean you thoroughly, kitten.”
Without a moment of hesitation, he went back in, licking me thoroughly from my entrance to my clit, lapping up both our releases. And once he was done, and I was breathless, he ran the washcloth over my center once, as if it really did anything.
“There,” he said, satisfied. He stood, towering over me. With his hands on my cheeks, he tilted my head back and planted a kiss on my lips. “All clean.”
“I’d have been okay with a shower,” I teased.
He smiled, but it was devious. “You should’ve said something.”
Then he scooped me into his arms and carried me into the bathroom where we couldn’t keep our hands off each other as we showered, then bathed, and showered again.
I could’ve spent the rest of my life like that.
With my heart in his hands and my walls knocked down.
It felt good to finally let someone in.