18. Austin
CHAPTER 18
Austin
“ O h, you really are an overachiever, aren’t you?”
She looks up at me from her knees in the shower, her eyes bleary, mascara running down her cheeks as she takes my cock as deep as she can down her throat.
“Really gunning for that best fuck I’ve ever had spot, aren’t you?”
My hand rests against the back of her head, my forearm pressed against the shower wall. I’m trying to hold back, to keep from coming after only a minute of her sucking me off, but I’m losing the battle.
I didn’t intend to use her mouth tonight. Fuck, I thought this would just be a gentle shower where I could tend to her, but she’s ravenous, her hands sliding over my body with intention the second she stepped beneath the water.
“Damn, baby.” My eyes struggle to stay open, wanting to roll back in my head so I can lose myself and come, but it feels too good to stop. My balls begin to tighten and a deep-rooted, possessive hunger threatens to take over.
Her eyes are still fixated on me, watching me struggle to maintain composure. It feels visceral to be fucking her mouth like this. The sounds of her gagging and choking mixed with my grunts almost brutal.
He never did this to you, did he? He never let you be his filthy little slut.
I flinch at my own aggressive thoughts, but they don’t stop me from coming. In fact, it’s the thought that she’s only this way for me that sends me over the edge.
My groan is loud and low, my hand holding her head still for another second while I pump what’s left of my release into her mouth.
I see stars. I blink rapidly, letting my head hang forward for several seconds as the water runs over my shoulders. I don’t know how I’m even still upright.
When I do open my eyes, she’s still kneeling in front of me, lifting her hand to wipe away a drip of cum that’s running down her chin.
“Fuck.” I reach down, slipping my hands beneath her arms, then I pull her to her feet. “Did I hurt you?” I rub the remnants of her makeup from her face. “Are you okay, baby?”
She flashes a devious grin. “Yes, you think I can’t handle you?”
“I’m impressed at your eagerness to prove you can.” I chuckle, pulling her to me and wrapping my arms around her body.
Finally, I think we’re both spent for now. I take my time, lathering her body and massaging the parts of her that need it. I pay special attention to her wrists, knowing full well I lost control more than once with her tonight.
“Let me,” I say, pulling one of my t-shirts over her still naked body. I grab a pair of pajama bottoms, slipping them on and tossing our used towels into the hamper. “Now I need to feed you.” I plant a kiss on the tip of her nose, sliding my hand down into hers and leading us back downstairs to the kitchen.
“Fruity Pebbles,” she says, pointing to the box when I hold up my best cereal options from the pantry.
“I thought for sure you’d be a Shredded Wheat kind of gal.” He winks, bringing the box of cereal to the counter where I’m sitting. “Sensible with a hint of sweetness.”
“I figure I’ll just stick with my pattern of indulgent decisions tonight.”
“Hmm, is that what I am?” I pull two bowls down from the cabinet and pour a healthy serving of cereal into each. “An indulgence?”
She kicks her legs back and forth, eyeing me like she’s trying to decide. “I’m not sure yet. The jury is still out.”
She’s nervous. I expected as much. I don’t push for an answer. I know the fact I barely had to talk her out of anxiously leaving my apartment once she came down from her orgasms was a win in and of itself.
After pouring our milk, we both enjoy the first few bites of our cereal in silence, clearly ravenous after our sexcapades over the last several hours.
“Did you ever worry the sex wouldn’t be good?”
I look up from my bowl. “Between us? Not at all. You?”
She tilts her head. “I don’t think I actually considered it fully.”
“Is that a professional way of saying you never thought you’d fuck me?”
“Yeah,” she agrees, making us both laugh. “I mean—no, I guess if I had thought about it, I wouldn’t imagine that I would ever think the sex would be bad.”
I finish the last bite of my cereal, dropping my bowl into the kitchen sink.
“Not a chance in hell it could be bad between us, but you certainly—surprised me.”
“Do tell.”
I take her empty bowl from her, placing it in the sink and stepping between her thighs. She drapes her arms over my shoulders, as I wrap my arms around her like we’ve done this a thousand times before.
“Like this.” I glance between us. “The way we so easily fit together, comfortably in each other’s arms.” I brush her still damp hair away from her neck. “The fact I already have a favorite place to kiss you.” I lean in, kissing that spot on her neck that makes her sigh and her head fall listlessly to one side so I have better access.
“Tell me more.”
“There’s the obvious.” I bite down gently again. “The way you deep-throated me, goddamn.”
She giggles, a flush of pink creeping up her neck.
“Is that your signature move?”
She pulls back, her eyes searching mine like she knows what I’m really asking.
“No.”
“I think it should be.” Her smile fades a touch. “But only with me,” I clarify. We stand there for several seconds, both of us probably wanting to say more. To ask questions about what the next steps are for us but it’s late and I’m too afraid she’ll run if the topic comes up.
“I think we should go to bed.” I glance at the clock that reads 1:11 a.m.
“What’s it going to be like tomorrow?” That spark of panic flashes in her eyes.
“First, we’re going to sleep in.” She opens her mouth to protest but I press a finger against her lips. “You need it. And then I’m going to bring you breakfast in bed because you’re going to need your strength after what I put you through tonight.”
I help her down from the counter, my hands on her body as I lead her back upstairs.
“You’re going to spoil me,” she says through a yawn as we climb into bed together.
I push aside the overwhelming urge to remind her that taking care of the person you love isn’t spoiling them and if that’s what she considers spoiling, it’s very indicative of the kind of relationship she’s used to.
“And as much as I’d like to promise I won’t take you again in the morning, I’m not sure I’ll have that kind of discipline to resist.”
“I might just lie here and let you do all the work.” She flops down on the bed. “That is if I’m still alive.” She groans, stretching out her arms and legs. “I’m so sore.”
“Good,” I remind her. “I hope to keep it that way, remind you who did it to you.”
“I’m sure I’ll never forget.” Her voice is barely audible. “Good night, Austin.”
I pull her against me, spooning her body against mine as I bury my nose in her neck.
“Good night, beautiful.” I kiss her several more times, a gentle sigh coming from her before her breathing shifts into a deeper, slower cadence.