Chapter 31
THIRTY-ONE
MADDOX
God, she’s so fucking pretty. She’s so much more than pretty, but right now, that’s the word that fits best. Beautiful and gorgeous are too formal for the way she’s soaking my briefs in her spit, not the least bit concerned about making a mess while she tongues my cock.
She looks up at me again, pupils blown wide, and I can’t help but groan and push her against me just a little more forcefully.
It’s taking everything in me not to pull out my cock and let her have at it, but I love watching her worship it through my briefs.
She sucks at the head of it as best as she can and then settles for kitten-licking.
I’m so entranced by watching her that I almost don’t see her hand slipping between her legs.
“Aht,” I say again, tugging at her hair.
She’d responded so well to the sound earlier.
It was a reflex—a sound I was used to making for correction purposes—but when I’d first done it, I was worried it would break the moment.
I knew how much Austin hated when men whistled to get her attention in the bar, but apparently this sound was different somehow.
Austin whines as she pulls her hand back, not even needing me to tell her what I was getting after her for. “Is your pussy needy, Tex? Is it aching for me?”
There’s a flicker in her eyes, like she’s deciding real-time whether or not she wants to put up with my teasing. She pushes down any part of her wanted to protest. “Yes, sir,” she says, her voice muffled against my cock.
“That really sucks.” I guess since overstimulation didn’t seem to be on the agenda for this morning, we’d go with orgasm denial. The polar opposite.
I use my grip on her hair to pull her head back far enough I can get my briefs down. My cock slaps against my stomach and Austin leans forward. I step back.
Her eyes narrow and there’s something so hot about knowing Austin thinks my dick is her property, that I’m denying her something that’s rightfully hers by stepping out of reach of her mouth. “You're going to be regretting that look in a minute, Tex. How rough do you want me to be?”
She blinks, taken off guard. “… As rough as you’d like to be?”
I shake my head and reach for her chin, thumbing her bottom lip. She doesn’t understand how badly things could go just because of a simple miscommunication.
“You asked me to fuck your face. Do you also want me in your throat? Hold you against me while you suffocate on my cock, let your face get all pretty and pink for me?”
She repositions her stance, squirming, so I pause to give her a second. “Sit back on your heels and answer me,” I allow, giving her a temporary reprieve from kneeling.
“Do you, um, do you have experience with that?” she asks quietly, and the hesitance in her voice concerns me. I don’t want her to agree to things unless she actually, enthusiastically, wants to do them.
Squatting to get on her level, I take her chin in my hand.
“Yes,” I tell her plainly. “Not a ton of experience, because I don’t do this often, but enough to know how to do it safely and what to watch for to make sure I don’t take it too far.
I said I wanted your face pretty and pink for a reason, Austin.
There’s a saying: pink is pretty, blue is bad and purple is past-the-point.
I wouldn’t even let you get close to blue,” I swear.
My mind rejects the very idea of hurting her.
I run my thumb over her bottom lip again. Her face is still wet from drooling all over my briefs and it’s so fucking sexy. It’s sexier knowing she’s about to be drooling even more.
“But I don’t want you to agree to it just because I’m asking.
It’s not something I need from you. It’s something I threw out there so I could work on mapping this out for us.
This is why I asked you how rough you wanted it.
Imagine if I hadn’t clarified. Imagine if I took your answer and ran with it only to accidentally trigger you. ”
The moment must feel too serious for her, because her tongue slips through her lips to press against my thumb. I pull my hand away, not allowing the distraction, waiting for her to let me know how the rest of this scene is going to go.
“I’ve always been curious about it, but I’ve never… I just haven’t had the opportunity to try it,” she finally says.
I give her a small smile and tuck her hair behind her ear, hearing what she’s too scared to admit, even to herself. “Good girl,” I whisper, kissing her forehead.
She trusts me. She’s never trusted someone enough to try things like this, but she trusts me.
I have to stand up and turn my back to her for a minute, making myself look busy by grabbing the cuffs and tossing them on the bed.
I don’t want her to see what her trust does to me.
I’m scared my feelings for her will be so apparent, they’ll spook her into leaving.
“Alright. One more question—” Austin groans and I bend down to grab her by the hair again, craning her head back to look up at me. She immediately puts herself back on her knees to alleviate some of the tension so I straighten my back to reapply it.
“If you don’t like my questions, I can send you home with a nice little yes, no, maybe questionnaire instead, if you’d like. I figured you’d prefer not to take that route since it’s not exactly—” I tighten my grip. “Casual.”
Silence falls around us and she’s too stubborn to break it. I don’t push her, knowing she’d get up and leave regardless of how turned on she is or how much she wants this. I release my grip and rub my thumbs along her cheekbones. “Color?”
“Green,” she says, though her jaw is clenched.
“Last question, baby, I promise. Then I’ll give you what you want and reward you with your vibrator later,” I soothe, bending down to kiss her. It’s slow and gentle and far more intimate than I think either one of us expects, but it has the effect I wanted. Her fight is gone again.
“Do you have a spit kink? I haven’t been able to tell.”
She blinks like it’s the last thing she expected me to ask. “Um… I don’t want you to spit on my face, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I grin at her. “Noted. What about in your mouth or on your pussy?”
She swallows and then nods. I’d prefer a verbal answer, but I’ll allow it.
“Alright. If something happens that you don’t like, you’ll tell me immediately by using yellow or red if your mouth is free and pinching the ever-loving fuck out of me if it isn’t,” I tell her, not even posing it as a question, because it isn’t one.
She will use her safe word if she needs to.
She snorts out a small laugh. “Yes, sir.”
I step forward, my cock having only flagged a little bit during our talk. Austin looks up at me, waiting for permission to take me into her mouth this time. “Hands on my thighs,” I remind her lowly and she slips them there obediently, repositioning on her knees again. “Keep them there.”
My cock nudges her lips and she opens her mouth to take it, but I pull it out of her reach. “Spit on it.”
Her eyes darken but don’t leave mine as she pulls back just enough to work her lips and follow my instructions. I groan at the feeling of her hot saliva sliding down the head of my cock.
Stepping closer, I tilt my hips and grab hold of the back of her head so she doesn’t stumble back when I push my cock up her face.
I watch her face closely, watch the way her bottom lip folds down when I pull my hips back and thrust forward again, rubbing it across her cheeks.
She doesn’t protest. She doesn’t pinch me.
“Stick out your tongue, baby. That’s a good girl.
” I thrust a bit harder, careful to avoid her eyes when my precum starts making streaks across her skin.
On the next pass, I push between her lips, not even giving her a second to adjust before I’m trying for her throat.
“Relax,” I command, my voice steadier than I feel.
Jesus fuck, her mouth is heavenly and she hasn’t even gagged.
Her eyes bulge a bit in surprise, fingers squeezing my thighs, but she swallows until her nose is flush against my groin, eyes watering. “Fucking gorgeous,” I say roughly. Maybe gorgeous is the right word, after all.
She swallows reflexively again, her body growing uneasy with its inability to pull in air.
I move my other hand under her jaw, holding her throat so I can feel myself inside it.
Her face is still a light pink, but her grip on my thighs is starting to get tighter and I can tell she’s getting nervous.
I don’t want her to be nervous. I want her to know I’ll stop, not wonder.
Keeping my fingers in her hair, I pull completely out of her mouth, drool connecting the tip of my cock with her swollen lips. She splutters, coughs, but doesn’t try to wipe her mouth. “Color?” I ask her gently.
“Green,” she pants.
“Are you sure? Green tells me I can do fewer color checks.” That’s not quite the truth, but it’s the quickest way to ensure she’s being honest about her headspace.
She nods quickly. “Green. So green. Please, Maddox,” she begs and I’m so taken aback by her enthusiasm that she’s able to pull against my hold on her and get her mouth around my cock again, pushing forward to choke herself on it again.
“Fucking Christ, Austin,” I grit, gripping her hair tighter but not to pull her off me. Instead, I push her against me again, right where she wants to be. “What did I say about acting out to receive a certain response?”
Her eyes are wide when she blinks up at me and I can’t even truly be irritated at her when she looks at me like I’m about to take her favorite toy away from her.
I hold her against me a few seconds longer than I did the first time, but she doesn’t squeeze my thighs this time, doesn’t show any signs of nervousness or fear.
I’m grinning when I pull her back, watching her drool drip from her lips and fall to her chest. Her nipples look so hard but as much as I want to, I don’t reach down to tease her yet. “Such a pretty, messy slut for me, aren’t you, Austin?”
She bites her bottom lip, hesitating only for a second before nodding.
I wait, give her a little longer to change her mind and use a safe word if she wants to, but she just keeps staring at me with the biggest, most needy eyes I’ve ever seen. Unconcerned about the mess on her face, I hold her chin so I can kiss her again.
“Do you want me to come down your throat or on your face?” I ask her when I pull back, gripping my cock at the base to tap it against her lips.
She sticks out her tongue like the witch she is and I groan, putting a bit more force behind the movement, relishing in the wet noise my cock makes slapping against it.
“Face,” she says before I can ask again, voice a little croaky. “Wanna be messier.”
I lose my breath. “Fuck, baby. Pinch me. Show me what you’re gonna do if you need me to stop.”
She doesn’t even hesitate, the spitfire that she is, and I hiss in pain. “Good girl. I’m not gonna stop unless you do that to me again, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
I shove my cock forward into her hot mouth and she hollows her cheeks for me immediately. “Fucking shit.”
I may have had my cock sucked a lot less than other men my age, but I’ve had it done enough to know that Austin’s so much better at it than anyone else I’ve been with.
She’s not even able to do much, just kneel there and take it as the head of my cock bounces off the back of her throat with every thrust, so maybe it’s just that it’s her.
She’s looking up at me with glossy eyes that are pouring tears, hollowed cheeks, a pink face and chest, and I almost forget how this is supposed to end.
I’ve already started coming by the time I pull my cock out of her mouth, growling as I yank the rest of it out of me.
She tilts her head back, sticks out her tongue and my stomach twists with how hard the visual hits me.
Three ribbons of cum land across her face and tongue and when all that’s left is a pathetic drip, Austin wastes no time in cleaning me up.
Realistically, I know she probably doesn’t get off on the way I taste, especially after working all morning and not showering, but she laps at me until I’m so sensitive, I have to stumble backward, away from her.
“Jesus Christ, woman,” I pant, holding myself up by the foot board of the bed. I catch myself a second later, remembering what’s important, and reach down for her.
“So good, baby. You were so good for me,” I praise, pressing breathless kisses to her hair, her face, her temple, anywhere I can reach. “Can we shower now?”
She huffs out a laugh against my chest but nods.