Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Austin
After making a quick stop by the B&B for Cassie’s guitar, where Esther eyes us with a knowing look when we turn right back around to leave again, I finally have my girl all to myself.
Cassie always looks beautiful, but tonight?
She’s a vision. The little buttons at the side of her dress have been calling to me all evening, and now that we’re alone, I’m going to undo each one and then make her come undone.
Cassie makes her way inside while I hold the front door open for her.
She pauses just inside to take off her boots and then starts her journey up the stairs as though she belongs here.
My eyes track her every step, hungrily eating up the way the hem of her dress flutters around her legs.
I prop her guitar case against the wall, then remove my shoes.
When Cassie reaches the top step, she throws a heated look over her shoulder before sashaying out of sight toward my bedroom.
I love how comfortable she is in my space.
Needing no further invitation, I hurry after her.
The sight that greets me when I enter the bedroom makes my blood heat. Cassie’s stretched out on my bed, propped up on her elbows. God, I’m lucky. “Aren’t you a picture.”
Her full lips curve into a seductive smile. “Come here. I want to see you properly.”
It’s then that I realise she’s left her glasses on the side table. Slowly unbuttoning my shirt, I walk closer, letting her drink me in as I come into focus. I let the shirt fall to the floor, then skim my hand up her bare legs, making her shiver.
“Are you going to unwrap me now?” she teases, throwing my earlier comment back at me.
My fingers toy with one of the covered buttons on her left side.
Between these tiny things begging to be unfastened and more talk of Cassie wanting to stay in town during dinner, I’m about ready to explode.
It’s too soon, but I’m already utterly gone for this woman.
“These have been tempting me all evening.” Holding her gaze, I undo the first button.
“I’m going to take my time with you tonight.
I want you as desperate for me as I am for you.
” Cassie rubs her thighs together as I unfasten the second one.
“You’re going to be begging for my cock before I’m done with you,” I promise, and her pupils dilate as I release the third and final button.
“I don’t beg,” Cassie replies with false bravado, even though we both know full well that she’s always vocal during sex.
She reaches for her dress as if she’s going to spread it open for me, but I capture her hands, shaking my head. “Not this time, Trouble.” I position Cassie so her arms rest above her head, her hands clasped together. “Keep them there. If you move them, I stop, OK?”
“Yes, Boss.” Her baby-blue eyes twinkle with amusement even though we’ve been together enough times for her to know I’m serious.
Gently, I part her blue dress to reveal the goddess beneath.
Climbing onto the bed, I crawl forward until my hands bracket her hips.
Leaving her pretty white set of underwear in place for now, I trail a line of kisses from her sternum to the top of her waistband.
When I use my teeth to tug at the fabric, then let it lightly snap back into place, she gasps.
Her fingers twitch but she keeps her hands together.
I kiss, lick, and suck my way along the top of her underwear, over her hips, down her thighs, everywhere except where she really wants me.
Letting out a frustrated little growl, Cassie restlessly shifts her hips as if she can force my mouth where she wants it when I blow lightly on her clit over the damp fabric of her panties.
“Do you need something?” I tease, letting my breath ghost over her core.
Cassie’s gasp turns into a groan of frustration. “You’re a dick.”
“What’s that? You want my dick?” I give her a wolfish grin. “All you have to do is ask for it, trouble.”
The stubborn glint in her eyes tells me what her answer will be before she utters a word. “No way.”
“No?” I sit back on my heels.
She shakes her head. “Nope. You can’t hold out forever, and this little game is turning you on too.” Her gaze flicks down where my hard length strains against the front of my jeans. “I won’t need to beg—you’ll give it to me anyway.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, unfastening my jeans and shoving them off my hips so I can free my cock. Maintaining eye contact with the spitfire before me, I lick my palm then stroke my achingly hard length as though I’m considering getting myself off and leaving her wanting.
Doubt flickers in her eyes. “You wouldn’t.”
No, I wouldn’t—but she doesn’t know that.
“You’re still too coherent. Clearly, I’ve not been doing a good enough job.
Let’s change that.” Without warning, I lift her hips and yank off her panties, tossing them to one side.
Blanketing her body with mine, careful to hold most of my weight off her with my free arm, I slip my tongue into her mouth and glide two fingers between her slick folds at the same time.
Cassie nips at my lower lip and I lightly pinch her clit as punishment.
Her hips buck up into my hand as she gasps.
Circling her opening, I coat my fingers in her wetness, then slowly push them inside her.
Fuck, she’s gripping me so tight. I’m desperate to feel her pussy clamping down around my cock, but I meant it when I said I wanted her begging for me first. Quickening my pace, I thrust my fingers harder.
Knowing my troublemaker loves the light friction of my beard against her sensitive skin, I kiss down her neck and over the swell of her breasts.
Her jasmine and green apple scent fills my lungs as I scrape my teeth over the top of her shoulder and crook my fingers to massage that perfect spot inside her.
“Yes,” Cassie pants, her eyes fluttering closed.
She’s getting close already. I can tell by how her inner walls are fluttering around my fingers, but I’m hungry for something more. Rolling onto my back, I grab Cassie’s hips to pull her with me.
“What are you—”
Her question cuts off on a squeak as I drag her up my chest. “Sit.”
“You want me to—”
“To sit on my face. Yes.” My fingers dig into her soft curves as I pull her closer still.
“O—OK.”
Lifting my head, I lick a stripe over her centre, then fall back.
“You’re hovering. Sit.” Tugging her the rest of the way down, I groan in satisfaction as her slick pussy coats my lips, my beard, my tongue.
Fuck yes. My cock pulses and more precum drips from the head.
Gaining in confidence, Cassie leans forward to grip the headboard as she rocks her hips.
Knowing she likes the bite of pain, I tighten my grip on her, letting the short crescent-moons of my nails dig in slightly.
Cassie’s high, breathy sounds of pleasure fill the room, and she releases one hand from my headboard to toy with her nipples.
“So good. Your mouth is— Fuck.” Her head falls back on a whimper, and I could almost come purely from the lust-fuelled noises she’s making and the taste of her on my tongue.
The movement of Cassie’s hips turns jerky, and her thighs tremble.
“Austin, I’m close. I’m— Yes.” Her orgasm hits like a wave against a rocky shoreline.
I keep going, lavishing her with attention as she rides it out.
Eventually it becomes too much, and Cassie moves back so she’s straddling my chest while she catches her breath.
* * *
Cassie
Wow. Austin’s gone down on me before, but this felt completely different.
At first, I was worried about smothering him, but then he pulled me into position and went to town.
It felt so good that all other thoughts fled my mind.
There’s a satisfied smile on Austin’s face, and his lips and beard glisten with the evidence of my desire.
He has every right to look pleased with himself.
No longer caring about our earlier standoff, I run my hands over his pecs before draping myself over his torso and kissing the sensitive spot on the side of his neck. “I want you inside me,” I murmur. As far as I’m concerned if Austin’s fucking me, we’re both winners.
Being purposefully obtuse, Austin thrusts two thick fingers back inside my pussy.
It’s not what I meant, but it still feels good, so I let myself enjoy it.
I continue kissing his neck, luxuriating in his bergamot and cardamom, and tease one of his nipples with the pad of my thumb.
When he grinds the heel of his palm against my clit, I grow impatient.
“You know that’s not what I meant.” We’ve already established that we’re both happy to go without condoms since I’ve been on the pill for years to help regulate my periods.
There’s literally no reason Austin can’t get inside me right this very moment.
He’s toying with me—it’s equal parts hot and frustrating.
His emerald eyes shine with a blend of amusement and lust. “No?” Using his free hand, Austin strokes down the length of my spine while using the other to set me on fire from within with slow, deliberate movements.
I capture his full lower lip between my teeth, then slowly release it. “No.”
He raises his eyebrows expectantly. “You know what I want to hear.”
Eyes locked with mine in challenge, Austin leaves me empty, lifting his glistening fingers to his lips and sucking them clean.
“You’re delicious.” He glides his fingertips over my hip, down my thigh before slipping them back between my legs to rub my swollen clit.
“If you don’t want my cock, I’m happy to keep doing this all night. ”
Without warning, Austin thrusts his fingers back inside me, and the last of my resolve shatters. “More. I need more.” His fingers keep going in a rhythm that would be perfect if only it was his dick inside me, but I won’t get what I need until I say the words. “I want your cock, Boss. I need it.”
His low moan of satisfaction reverberates through me. “That was fucking perfect.”
The next thing I know, Austin’s manoeuvred us into what’s quickly becoming one of my favourite positions that accommodates our drastic height difference.
Austin kneels on the bed with me in his lap, my arms and legs wrapped around him as he guides his cock to my entrance.
The stretch as I sink down onto him feels incredible.
My breathy whimper of pleasure seems loud in the otherwise quiet room.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Austin growls, then captures my lips in a deep kiss.
Using his strong thighs, he thrusts up while I shift my hips to grind against him.
He’s no longer holding back, and my hands tangle in his soft copper waves as we kiss and fuck with unbridled passion. My eyelids flutter closed.
“No, keep them open. I want you to see what you do to me,” Austin says, staring at me intently.
I nod, locking my gaze with his. My second orgasm of the night builds within me, making my breaths come faster.
I slip my right hand between us to circle my clit.
Austin’s soft grunts of pleasure only make me wetter.
I’m teetering on the edge, and I can tell Austin’s close too when the rhythm of his thrusts falters. “Oh, fuck. Are you—”
“So close,” I interrupt, with an eager nod.
“Yes, let me feel it.”
I grind down on him harder and tug on his hair.
Austin’s teeth graze over the spot where my neck and shoulder meet.
My inner muscles clamp down around his thick cock, and I cry out as pleasure floods my entire body.
Austin watches me intently, his emerald gaze scorching hot.
After a few more short, sharp thrusts, his cock pulses and his lips part on a moan of ecstasy as he fills me with his hot cum.
Still panting, Austin drops his head forward to nuzzle my collarbone. “You’re incredible.”
Words that it’s far too soon for me to say rest on the tip of my tongue. I swallow them, opting to run my hands through his sweat-damp hair and kiss him gently instead. After a minute, I pull back. “I’m going to need you to carry me to the shower.”
I feel the rumble of his low chuckle as much as I hear it. “Give me one more minute, then I will.”
Tightening my arms around him, I rest my head against his. “OK. One more minute.”