Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
MELODY
I’m going to fucking combust just from the way Traeger—no, not Traeger. Austin. I smile inwardly, loving the fact that he wants me to call him by his real name, like I’m the only one who gets to know that man, like he belongs to me and me alone.
So, I’m going to combust just from the way Austin is looking at me.
I can feel his stare in every inch of my body, every nerve on fire.
My heart is thundering in my ears, beating so fast that I worry it might just give out, but dear God, I’ve never been so aroused in my fucking life, never wanted anything so badly.
When he sank to his knees in front of me, I almost stopped breathing.
When he’d asked me to show him how wet I was for him, his voice pitched low and so sexy it should be illegal, I thought I might come right then and there.
Now, as he leans in and places a soft kiss to my inner thigh, my entire body feels like I’ve been electrified.
When was the last time someone kissed me like that?
Touched me? Too fucking long. He places another, and another, slowly working his way upward until I’m trembling, so on edge that I swear to God he could probably just look at me the right way and I’d come harder than I have in my entire life.
“I’ve been dreaming about finding out what this tattoo was,” he whispers as he runs a finger lightly over the ink on my hip. He plants another kiss on my thigh. Higher. Almost where I need him. “I have to admit, the dagger and rose is sexy as hell.” Another kiss. So. Fucking. Close.
I hold my breath, locking my muscles in place and not daring to move as I wait…
And then pure ecstasy rips through me like a strike of lightning at the first lap of his tongue. I cry out, somewhere between a scream and a gasp, and Austin groans in what sounds to be approval. He reaches up and grips my thighs.
“Mouthwatering was the understatement of the fucking century,” he rasps before dipping his head again and giving a slow, long lick up my pussy.
“Jesus,” I moan, not even caring that it’s obscenely loud.
There’s no one to hear us out here. I can scream all I fucking want.
He settles my knees over his shoulders and grips my ass, pulling me closer to the edge of the table.
He works his tongue like it’s his fucking job, every lick somehow more pleasurable than the last. I collapse back on the table, my back bowing at the pleasure and my eyes sliding closed, only to have him pull away, tsking.
“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t you dare stop watching this, Melody. Eyes right fucking here.”
My eyes fly open as I inhale sharply. How can he be this fucking hot, this fucking perfect? I’ve always liked a talker but dear God, Austin is an expert that’s blowing my mind. I’m more than happy to obey, so I prop myself up on my elbows and meet his gaze. Watching is sexy as hell. He grins.
“That’s my good girl.”
“Fucking hell…” I whisper, barely able to speak. It’s all too much, but not nearly enough. He leans in and flicks his tongue over my clit, before closing his lips and sucking hard, never taking his eyes from mine. It’s official: Austin Traeger might just be the sexiest man on the planet.
“Don’t stop,” I pant as he alternates between licking and sucking on the tight bud, and then moving down to lick me long and slow again.
I dig my ankles into his back, urging him onward.
I’m already close. Hell, I was close the second he started, but I’ve been keeping my climax at bay by sheer force of will. I never want this to stop.
“God, I could do this all night, Melody,” he whispers. “Could have you ride my tongue until you couldn’t fucking move...” I whimper. “Could lick this pretty pussy for hours…”
“Austin,” I gasp, not sure if I’m cursing him or begging him or sending his name up as a prayer.
“One day I’d love to make you beg me to let you come,” he says, eyes still locked on mine as he slides two fingers inside me.
I groan and my hips arch upward. His words make delicious images flash through my mind, and I plan to make sure he makes good on that promise.
How can we fit this perfectly? Be this in sync?
His lips curl at the corners. “But today is not that day, sweetheart,” he says softly. “Today, I want to give you anything and everything you want. I want you to come so many times you lose count, until you can’t walk, until you can barely remember your own name.”
He slowly thrust his fingers as he speaks, curling them just right and soon my hips are rolling in time with his motions, pleading and desperate. He rests his other hand on my lower stomach, his big hands splaying across my body and holding me in place.
“So,” he says in that deep, velvety voice, “come for me, Melody.”
He twirls his tongue over my clit again, faster now, licking and sucking as he works his fingers. Oh God. I feel the tension coiling, tighter and tighter, until I’m right on the edge, ready to free fall.
“So close,” I pant, “don’t stop.”
He presses down with his hand on my stomach just as he sucks on my clit, and I careen over the edge of that imaginary cliff.
My orgasm rocks through me, so hard it makes my entire body shudder violently.
Stars flash behind my eyes and I collapse back on the table again, no longer able to hold myself up.
I roll my hips, riding his tongue just like he’d said I would.
He removes his fingers and presses his tongue deep inside as I ride out the waves ricocheting through me.
He seems to be relishing it, like it’s the greatest prize, one he doesn’t ever want to give up.
My legs are shaking, but he doesn’t stop licking.
“A-Austin,” I gasp, “you can stop.”
“Oh no, Melody, I really don’t think I can.”
It feels too damn good to really put up much of a fight, so I don’t.
I feel like the two of us have been traveling down this road for so long, meeting roadblock after roadblock, having to take too many detours, but we’ve finally made it where we’re supposed to be.
He’s been my destination this entire time, since the beginning.
He’s the reason I never stopped fighting.
So, yeah, I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this for as long as I can. He slows things down, licking gently against my sensitive skin, and every lap of his tongue sends ripples of pleasure through my entire body.
“Mmm that feels so good.” I push myself up so I’m sitting and tunnel my hands in his hair.
He meets my gaze through his long lashes while he licks me.
God the sight of him, face buried between my thighs, his eyes intent on mine.
It’s so fucking hot. “I love seeing you eat my pussy, Austin,” I rasp, gently rocking my hips.
His eyes flash and then slide shut, a shudder running through him and a soft groan rumbling against me.
He reaches down and by the way the muscles in his bicep and chest move, I know he’s stroking himself. Talk about fucking sexy.
“Oh God,” I whisper. I’m already getting close again, a slower build this time, but more power behind it.
“Don’t stop…just like that…don’t stop.” He doesn’t, bless him, and I ignite all over again, throwing my head back to cry out.
Shudders rack my body, little aftershocks feeling like tiny explosions.
I tug at his hair, urging him upward. His skin is flushed, sweat dampening the hair around his temples.
I wrap one hand around the back of his neck and slam my lips to his.
I can taste myself on his tongue but I don’t care.
Truth be told, it’s kind of hot. I don’t waste time, my need is riding me too fucking hard.
I shove my other hand down the front of his sweats.
He hisses against my lips as I wrap my fingers around his shaft, his skin hot and smooth beneath my palm as I stroke his straining erection—his very large straining erection.
Fuck me. I have a moment of trepidation.
It’s been years since I’ve slept with anyone.
I might as well be a fucking virgin again at this point…
and Austin Traeger is packing some serious heat.
Either way, I can’t wait any more. I shove at his sweats, wanting them off so I can have my turn to play, but before I can get what I want, he lifts me off the table.
I yelp, the sound giving way to a giggle as he carries me back to the mattress.
He lays me down and stands, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his pants.
I push up on my elbows, biting my lip and arching a brow.
“Well, come on then. Don’t keep me waiting.”
He laughs, low and husky, shaking his head.
“As you wish,” he says with a wink. I grin, the fact that he remembered one of my favorite movies sending a stupid little flutter through my stomach, but the smile fades as I watch the material slide away.
Holy. Fuck.
I jolt upright, my entire body going somehow rigid and boneless all at once. Austin’s cock is practically pulsing. Thick and hard, straining forward. I can’t decide what I want more: to suck him or fuck him.
He grips his cock, slowly stroking his shaft as I watch, and I can only imagine what I look like right now. I figure it’s something akin to one of those cartoon dogs who sees a giant steak, all giant heart eyes and drool. Might as well have AWOOGA! flashing over my head like a neon sign.
“Get your ass down here right now Austin Traeger.”
He flashes me that cocky grin that I love and crawls towards me across the mattress.
He leans in and kisses me, slow and deep.
I run my hands over his arms and chest, down his back, wanting to learn every inch of him, the story behind every scar, the meaning behind every tattoo, the places that make him shiver when touched.
He pulls back and gives me a serious look.
“You aren’t going to try some secret spy moves on me, are you? This isn’t all some very elaborate long con to take me out?”
I laugh and walk my fingers up his chest. “Would you feel safer if my hands were tied?”
He closes his eyes and groans.
“Don’t you tempt me, Melody…”
I grin, pulling him down to kiss me again.
I’ll never get tired of kissing this man.
I snake my hand between us, wrapping my hand around his cock again.
I shift so that he’s cradled between my thighs and guide him to the right spot.
He hisses in a breath between clenched teeth and levers himself up on straightened arms. He stares down at me, waiting, and when I nod, he slowly shifts his hips forward and I gasp.
Hollllllly shit. He’s big. Too big. Fuck I don’t know if I can do this.
He holds himself still.
“Oh God, I don’t think…I don’t know if I can…”
“Look at me,” he commands gently. I pry my eyes open and meet his stare.
“You can. Just breathe, baby.” I take a deep breath, nodding, and he slides in another inch.
“That’s it.” I take measured breaths as he eases his way forward.
It’s easier now, and him talking me through it isn’t just helpful—it’s extremely hot.
I get wetter, more turned on than I’ve ever been, and he glides in another couple of inches.
“That’s my girl. I knew you could take it. Fuck, Melody…”
He thrusts his hips and he’s as far as he can go.
He groans, almost a growl, deep in his chest, and I make some unintelligible sound that definitely isn’t English.
My back bows and I dig my nails into the small of his back.
It’s tight, but not painful, more just the feeling of pressure and being so.
Fucking. Full. He waits, not moving while I adjust.
“Alright?” His voice is strained, his muscles rigid as he waits.
I shift my ass a little and things are golden.
“Ohh yeah,” I moan, “so fucking good.” I hike my thigh over his hip and urge him to keep going, needing him to move, needing him to fuck me the way I’ve been dreaming of for months.
He draws his hips back and rocks them forward again, sliding even deeper than before.
It’s beyond pleasure. It’s a bliss that’s so intense it’s almost painful, and I’ll never, ever get enough.
He starts to move, really move, pounding in a punishing rhythm.
“So fucking tight,” he grits as he slams into me. “God, Melody…”
“Don’t stop,” I pant, “Harder, Austin.”
“Oh, my girl wants harder?” His girl. Another stupid little flip of my stomach, but it’s quickly forgotten when he shifts back on his knees.
He hooks his elbows under my knees and lifts me up, slamming his hips forward over and over and over.
My head thrashes and it feels so good I think I might die from the pleasure of it.
Is that possible? What a way to fucking go.
I realize with a semi-annoying jolt that maybe all the girls back at FOS hadn’t been acting after all.
They may have been playing it up a bit to stroke the HMFIC’s ego, sure, but he really is that fucking good.
The way he moves his body, the way he works his fingers and tongue, the way he seems to know exactly what I need, where I need it, and when. He’s a certified sex god.
I reach up and rake my nails down his stomach.
His skin is hot, slicked with sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead and temples.
He shifts us again so that my right foot rests on his shoulder.
The new angle has him hitting spots I didn’t even know could be touched, and soon I’m almost to the tipping point.
“Oh God, I’m close. Don’t stop. Just…like…that…” He reaches down and gently massages my clit and another orgasm rips through me like wildfire. “OH GOD!” I clench my thighs around him as I come hard, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head. Austin keeps pounding, never slowing his relentless rhythm.
“Fuck, Melody. I can feel you coming, can feel that tight little pussy clenching me…AH FUCK!” he bellows as he follows me over the edge.
He collapses on top of me, still gently thrusting his hips as the aftershocks rock through us both.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, kissing me there and whispering my name over and over, so low that I can barely hear it over the roaring in my ears.
I run my hands up and down his spine, loving the feel of his heart thundering against my chest, a mirror of my own.
I’m not sure how long we lay here this way, wrapped up in each other, catching our breath and trying to come back down to earth. Hours maybe. Days. However long it is, it’s not long enough.
I could stay just like this forever.