Chapter 25 #4
He toys with the tab of the zip on the jacket, then slides his hand up the teeth of the zip, the back of his fingertips only just brushing against my bare stomach.
“I want to see you.” He kisses my jaw, then the spot on my neck right by my ear.
“To touch you.” Another kiss to the column of my throat, the soft press of his lips contrasting with the slight friction of his beard, making my thighs squeeze together around his as my hips instinctively rock against him. “Do you want that too?”
“So much,” I reply, gripping his chin and tugging his mouth back to mine.
Austin’s hand parts the coat, slipping inside to glide from my hip, over the dip at my waist, and up to the curve of my breast. His thumb brushes over my taught nipple and I gasp against his mouth.
My hands tangle in the wet strands of his copper hair as Austin kisses his way down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
His lips trail over my collarbone, then he reaches my breast, and the hot glide of his tongue over my nipple through the fabric of my bra makes me moan.
Rain still hammers down around us, but the outside world feels distant even though it’s only steps away, close enough that I can still feel the cold wind against my back. None of that matters right now. In here it’s just me, Austin, and the raging heat between us.
Calloused fingertips shove down the cups of my bra to expose my breasts, then Austin’s mouth is back nipping, and licking, and teasing.
His free hand squeezes the breast not currently occupying his mouth, then he rolls the tight bud of my nipple between his fingers while sucking the other one.
I can’t stop grinding against the thick, firm muscle of his thigh, urged on by the grip his left hand has on my butt.
Even through my underwear and leggings, the friction feels incredible.
Letting my hands do some exploring of their own, I hold onto his shoulder with my right while my left trails down the broad expanse of his chest and over his stomach.
He hasn’t got defined abs the way the so-called heartthrobs I’ve taken to events have.
Austin’s build is thick and strong, hewn from hard work, being on his feet all day, and outdoorsy activities rather than hours in the gym. I can’t get enough of it.
“You’re so fucking perfect. I can’t wait to taste every inch of you,” Austin growls against my chest, kissing his way across to lavish the other side with attention.
His grip on my butt tightens as I rock against him, my breaths coming in quick pants.
My hand glides over the bulge in his jeans, and his hips jerk involuntarily.
As if we’ve been doing this forever, Austin kisses me again, sweeping his tongue into my mouth and tangling it with mine while pleasure continues to build between my legs.
Pulling back just enough so that he can look me in the eye, Austin’s lust-filled eyes drink me in. “That’s it, Trouble. Ride my thigh. Use me to get off.”
I’m so close, teetering on the edge, but I can’t quite get there.
“I—I need… Fuck.” I groan in frustration, grinding down on him harder.
The feel of his hands on me, digging into the soft flesh of my arse, tugging on my nipple, the way his short beard brushes against my neck in a way that I know will leave a delicious redness behind all feels so good.
I want this, want him, but it’s not enough.
“What do you need?”
His palm kneads the soft curve of my butt and, as good as it feels, I need something more, something sharper.
Can I ask for that? It’s never been something I’ve needed before.
Even if I had, I couldn’t have trusted any of my previous partners not to tell the press about it afterwards, but I can trust Austin.
Will he want to, though? There’s only one way to find out.
“Can you— Will you…” I trail off, losing my nerve even as I keep desperately rocking against him.
“Tell me.” He kisses me again, his full lips journeying from my mouth and over my jaw, then he tugs at my earlobe with his teeth, making me gasp again. His breath is hot against my skin, only ratcheting my need higher as he says, “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want you to spank me.”
His breath catches in surprise, but he doesn’t pull away or tell me no. Instead, his emerald-green eyes meet mine, steady and sure. “Have you done anything like this before?”
I shake my head. “No, but I trust you.”
“OK. We’ll try it, but if you don’t like it, I need you to tell me, got it?”
I nod.
“Words, Trouble. I need the words.”
“Yes.”
“Alright. Since this is new for you, I’m going to do five unless you tell me to stop, OK?”
“OK. Yes.”
“Good. Now come here.” With a sure grip on the back of my head, he brings my mouth back to his, the kiss breathing new oxygen into the flames of our desire.
Nerves over asking for what I want might have dampened my lust momentarily, but soon enough I’m right back on the edge, just needing that little bit more to get me all the way there. “Please, I need it.”
The sound of Austin’s hand connecting with my butt is loud compared to our panting breaths.
It takes a split-second and then the delicious sting registers and I let out a low moan.
I can’t help but think it would feel even better without my stupid leggings in the way but, even though I know there’s nobody else out here, I’m still not willing to go that extra step in public.
“OK?” Austin asks, checking in even though it’s glaringly obvious from my response that it was, in fact, more than OK. It felt really fucking good.
“Yes.” I rock against him faster, the nails of my right hand digging into his shoulders through the cotton of his t-shirt while I rub my left over his cock through his jeans. “Please, Boss. I need more.”
Austin gives me two more in quick succession, then pauses briefly to massage the area, which only riles me up more.
We’re no longer kissing with any finesse—our gasps and groans as we each get closer to the edge disrupt our rhythm too much for that.
I reach for Austin’s belt buckle, but he nudges my hand away.
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to. Let me feel you.”
He takes over, undoing his belt and then his jeans. “All yours, Princess.”
I freeze. “Don’t call me that. Please,” I add. I don’t want to ruin the moment, but the endearment hits too close to home. I don’t want to be anyone’s princess—not country music’s and, no matter how hot he is, not Austin’s either.
“Got it.” His eyes search mine for answers I’m not ready to give. Sensing I don’t want to elaborate, his expression turns teasing. “Trouble suits you better anyway.”
His lips fuse to mine again, chasing away all thoughts of my old life.
I moan, reaching into his boxers to pull out his hard length.
For a moment I’m distracted by another spank, my pussy clenching around nothing as the sting drives my pleasure higher and higher.
Not wanting to miss out on this opportunity to make Austin feel as good as I do, I hold my hand up to his mouth.
“Spit.” He does, then I get to work using the combination of his spit and precum to ease the glide of my hand over his cock.
It’s no surprise that, like in life, Austin’s a man of few words in bed—or in this case on bench—but the closer he gets to release, the louder his raspy moans of pleasure grow.
He sucks my nipple back into his mouth and I gasp, my hand moving faster in time with the desperate grinding of my pussy against his firm thigh.
“So close. Fuck, Boss.” The high, breathy quality of my voice coupled with my eager words drives Austin on.
He spanks me one last time while simultaneously biting my breast, and I finally find my release.
My lips part with a high-pitched cry, and I cling to Austin for dear life as ecstasy washes over me.