Chapter 35
THIRTY-FIVE
Elle
HOT RELIEF FLUSHED MY BODY in shades of pink as Austin carried me into his living room.
The heavy breaths I blew onto his chest were no longer frostbitten; exhales drenched in heat took their place.
I’d never felt stronger, more powerful, or safer than in his arms. What Austin had shown me was something completely new.
To be wanted so fiercely, so intensely, that my body screamed for more.
It didn’t matter that the man made of stone had just milked every ounce of my orgasm into his mouth; the hunger circling his pupils and the intensity overtaking his expression told me we were about to enter uncharted territory.
Austin’s thick arms unraveled, resting my body onto a plush throw blanket on the floor in front of the fire.
The motion wasn’t soft, but his smile still was.
He held nothing back. I sure as hell didn’t want him to start.
A man at war with his desires but still gentle enough to show a woman he cared was a major turn-on.
The Adonis standing over me stepped back, admiring his prize while he shimmied off his pants, revealing briefs stretched so tight that they looked uncomfortable. Still swollen from his down-below magic show, his mouth bit down on itself. Carnal lust laced his half-lidded gaze.
“You’re perfect—do you know that?”
The sweet words would have brought tears to my eyes if they weren’t hyper-focused on my first clue that Austin had a huge cock—the sheer size of the bulge staring back at me.
My second clue was the impressive pool of liquid arousal seeping through the tight gray fabric, trying hard not to evaporate from the heat of his muscular thighs.
I had no words to describe his body because none would have done it justice.
The moment the briefs disappeared down his quads garnered a moment of silence for my poor, poor pussy.
Have I only been fucked by a boy?
What I saw was something reserved by God for only the worthiest of women.
Finally freed, the thickest, most incredible dick I’d ever seen—including in porn—bobbed toward me. Every step Austin took forward brought me closer to my downfall. Heavy, swollen balls complemented their master and screamed for me to cup them.
To kiss them.
To suck them.
What would it feel like to feel their forceful slaps slam into me from behind?
I licked my lips.
My heart rate crescendoed to an unhealthy beat, shocks of electricity reeling through my stomach and chest. Between his immense thighs and the size of everything else crowding the space below his waist, I’d nearly have to do a split to accommodate him between my legs.
We were about to have the best, most mismatched game of Twister in existence.
Could I volunteer to be the sore loser?
Austin’s sexy-as-sin, vein-riddled hands stroked the masterpiece I was glued to.
“Wow …” I whispered, hypnotized.
Hands were one of the first things I noticed about a man, and although I didn’t want to admit it, I’d had an initial inkling that his long, thick fingers were attached to hands full of magic. You could tell a lot about a man’s dick through his hands.
His had told me everything I needed to know.
Lowering, Austin spoke into my mouth. “If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up.” His tongue slithered between my lips and slowly dragged from left to right. “I can’t decide which lips I like better. They both taste like fucking heaven.”
With that, my heart rate had to be critical.
“Austin, please …” My stomach dropped as I cursed—or shall I say, blessed—his name, my tongue vibrating along with the rest of my body.
“Are you ready for me to show you what you deserve?” he asked into my neck before licking the length of my collarbone.
My spine arched, tingling at the sensation his saliva left behind.
“And what exactly is that?” I returned his call, hungry for the answer to his praise-filled question.
I always knew I had a praise kink, but Austin brought that fantasy to life in ways I never could have imagined.
Ways I’d only wished for.
“To be fucked like the angel that you are.” He gently sucked a nipple into his hot mouth while his hands roamed my stomach and hips.
He was learning me. “To be cherished for every inch of perfection that is your body and to ruin me so I can never look at another woman again because I’ve had you.
” His expression was carnal, and his tongue was sharp, only softened by the compliments showering my soul.
“How can I know if I’m ready? I’ve never had that …” I revealed, clinging to every word.
Austin set both forearms on the blanket, one on either side of my head. They caged me in a dungeon of muscles, nautical ink, and erotic fire. I tasted both of us when he kissed me, a delicious combination of soft and strong.
Austin and Elle.
Unexpectedly, arms—bred from years of strength training and dedication—flipped me onto my stomach, leaving my jaw on the floor and my body aching for what came next. More seconds passing without him inside of me was no longer acceptable.
“I need you. Like I’ve never needed anything else before in my entire life,” I said into the blanket.
“I didn’t know I could need someone like this …
” Blindly, my fingertips swept back, up, and over my collarbone and found the muscular dip between his shoulder and the side of his neck. I needed to touch him.
“Almost like you’d do absolutely anything to have me, right?” I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was grinning because I felt his lips harden behind my ear as he unleashed the intoxicating sentence.
“Anything,” I answered.
I smiled because a more accurate question had never been asked.
Fire and my insatiable longing transported me to another world where only he and I existed.
I felt his breath gather in the middle of my shoulders and cascade down my back as he made his way south.
He peppered kisses and tiny licks down my spine like I was melting and he might never have the chance to taste me again.
He didn’t just lick.
He savored my skin.
Inhaled my scent.
Memorized me to recall later.
He had me right where he wanted me—under the weight of his power. Our trust allowed me to relax in a place I’d never been comfortable in.
A place where someone else was in control.
Sensually, his hand moved around the side of my face, his fingers stopping on my lips as he worked to spread them apart. I opened my mouth, and Austin slid two inside, stealing the wetness from my tongue while I sucked them in answer.
In one swift motion, his fingers slipped out of my mouth and crawled into me from behind.
They filled me with friction as they made their way around my pussy like they’d been inside dozens of times before.
His contrasting strokes left me shaky, pushing me closer to my second orgasm of the hour.
He hadn’t even stuck his cock in yet, and it was already the best night of my life.
“Yessss,” I moaned, humbled by his skill.
“That feels good, doesn’t it? I’ll give you anything you ask for. Anything, Elle.” Gliding over me, into me, through me, he and his movements were as effortless as his words.
Flutters electrocuted my heart.
“Oh my God, please don’t stop. Ahhh.” I panicked, knowing I would die if he changed his pacing or pressure.
Moments later, I shattered around him, my clit as swollen and satisfied as the rest of me.
My legs trembled as ions soared through my nerves and slayed any remaining ounces of lingering anxiety from the last few days. Satisfaction won.
But the race wasn’t over yet.
Ever so slowly, Austin flipped me onto my back again and stroked the back of his hand against my cheek. The reality of his totality—his overwhelmingly captivating body and the surprising amount of tenderness and care that came with it—came into full view.
“Has anyone ever made you come three times in one night? I’m already addicted to it.”
I had a feeling he already knew the answer. I tried to respond, but couldn’t, way too lost in whatever universe Austin and I existed in.
He spread my legs apart with his and inched forward, the tip of his dick praying to my clit.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.
A light layer of sweat coated his face. Every inch of him glistened.
“Yes. I have an IUD,” I whispered.
“And you’re sure you want this?” He paused. “This is your decision, and I’ll honor your choice. You’ve been through a lot, and I … I don’t …”
“I need this,” I released truthfully.
There was nothing I wanted more than to feel him inside of me. To accept my fate because fate was the only thing that could have brought us together in such a monumental way.
Austin nodded, kissed my forehead, and then shifted his hips back. He took his time slowly filling me.
I opened for him with every inch he crept forward, feeling nothing but tightness. He worked into me with equal parts restraint and care. I spread my legs wider, giving him the permission his desperate, clenched jaw told me he needed.
Permission to ravage me.
Austin’s thrusts grew deeper—faster, hungrier, and all-consuming for both of us.
There was no way I could take all of him at once without practice. Several inches still overflowed from me.
A bead of sweat slid down his forehead, free-falling before landing on my cheek. He attempted to wipe it away, but I shook my head. I wanted all of him—every last drop.
The glaze blurring Austin’s eyes overtook me, stealing my breath and leaving my mouth dry as flames from the fireplace beside us, reflected on his sculpted chest. I tried to smile at him, but my mouth could only moan, inhale, or suck.
He mesmerized me.
Austin snaked his arm around my body in answer, supporting my hips as we rocked, and he dived deeper.
His free hand roamed, desperately lost between my breasts, shoulders, and seconds later, my hair.
Using his mouth as my lifeline, I inhaled greedy kisses from his mouth.
The only place he allowed me to take a breath from was him.
I gasped for more.
“I’m full of you.” I beamed. “Your cock, your air …”
“That’s right. Let me consume you,” he instructed, rocking his hips forward and back.
His lips forbade me to look away.
His touch told me I’d never be able to again.
I reached for his face, and his pumps intensified. He planted his forehead against mine.
“This is the best night of my life,” he said, reinforcing every word with a deep, filling thrust. His chest heaved.
“I’ll never forget tonight, and I’ll never forget you,” I echoed, filling the space between us with truth serum.
Forget Chief Austin Carterson?
We were far beyond forgetting each other.
The room around us disappeared, and all I saw and felt was him. His dick pulsed, releasing heat into my core and the last sensation I needed to lose myself once again.
We came together in an immeasurable moment that could never be defined by something as finite as time. For an unknown number of minutes, we stared at each other. Silent and in awe.
Even after we disconnected, I knew our night would leave us forever entwined.
When the fog cleared, Austin scooped me up from the blanket and carried us both into what I assumed was his bedroom.
I leaned my head against his chest, his heartbeat still running wild as my ear found it.
The level of exhaustion I’d reached was completely new.
The kind that only came from a triple orgasm with a powerful, generous man—something foreign to me.
We settled into his bed, complete with crisp white sheets. His scent bombarded me when he rolled a fluffy down comforter over my body.
Nothing had been more perfect than our night.
Nothing looked more hopeful than the emergence of my new life, one rid of past crutches.
Throwing an arm around my chest and a leg over my thigh, Austin rolled into me and whispered into my ear, “Sleep sweet, Elle.”