Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
MELODY
I accept the glass of water from Austin and gulp the contents down in record time.
I scooch to the top of the mattress, sitting up to rest my back against the front of the couch.
He flops down across the bottom, cocking his elbow and resting his head in his hand.
His eyes darken as he watches me scoop my hair up and hold it on the top of my head, rubbing the back of my neck.
I smile at him, remembering how much he said he loves my hair, how sexy it was when he’d yanked it down earlier to run his fingers through it.
His eyes slowly trail down from my hair, linger on my lips for a second before tracing down the column of my throat and landing squarely on my breasts. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, subbing his hand across his jaw.
“Do you, uh, want the blanket? To cover up?”
I arch a brow. “Do you want me to cover up?”
“Never,” he says immediately, making me laugh.
I’m not shy about my body, especially not when he looks at me like that.
A slow shiver runs down my spine at that look, and my own eyes drift down his own still-uncovered body.
God, he’s gorgeous. Strong and cut, the tattoos giving him that touch of danger that elevates him from handsome to devastating.
I don’t try to stop my gaze from heading lower and my eyes widen when I see that he’s already getting hard again.
“Oh really?” I ask, brows hiking upward. His rebound time is pretty damn impressive.
“Don’t blame me, Melody. Look at you.” His voice is low and gruff, and my stomach clenches. “Do you know how often I walk around FOS with a raging fucking hardon just thinking about you? Every damn time I see you…”
He trails off as I crawl towards him across the mattress.
I’d gotten to do one of the things I’d wanted earlier.
Now, I want the other. I lean down and kiss his chest, and a low rumble of appreciation vibrates against my lips.
He tangles his hands in my hair again as I move downward, kissing a long scar that runs across his ribs—knife wound, I think—and over the ridges and dips of his abs.
I lick along the indention beside his hip as I wrap my fingers around his cock.
His hips buck and his breath hitches. I grin as I stroke slowly, glancing up at him as I plant another kiss on his hip bone.
“What do you want, Austin?” I whisper, holding his gaze as I blow lightly over the head of his cock. He makes some unintelligible sound and jerks his hips again. I grin but don’t let up. “Tell me.”
He eyes me with a mix of challenge and amusement and desire.
He shifts so quickly that I gasp in surprise and then he’s standing beside the mattress.
I raise up onto my knees as he reaches out and slides two fingers beneath my chin, gently forcing my head back so that I meet his stare.
I inhale sharply at the look in his eyes, something so intensely dirty and dangerous stirring there that my pulse races and my blood turns to molten lava.
Ohhh fuck. This plan backfired—in the best possible way.
“I want those pretty lips of yours around my cock, Melody,” he says, voice a sultry rumble that makes my toes curl and my nipples harden.
He notices and his lips quirk up into a sexy half-smirk.
He grips the base of his cock with one hand and the back of my head with the other.
Gently, giving me every opportunity to tell him that I’m not into it or to stop, he guides the thick head to my mouth, his eyes never leaving mine.
I open my mouth obediently, more turned on than I’ve ever been.
He slowly feeds his cock between my lips.
“Ah fuck. That’s right, baby. Take my cock, nice and slow…”
Jesus, this is hot. Too hot. I’ve never experienced anything quite like this before but I’m officially fucking addicted.
I’m already wet again, aching, needing him so badly a faint tremble racks my body.
He slides over my tongue, down my throat, and I’m thankful I’ve never had a problem with my gag reflex because dear God he can get deep.
I start to move my head, letting his slick shaft glide in and out, twirling my tongue around the head.
“Christ, Melody,” he groans.
I grip his hips as I lick and suck, dipping my tongue into the slit on the head and tasting the bit of salt.
I moan around his cock, digging my fingers roughly into his skin.
He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems to like it, tightening his grip in my hair and gently thrusting his hips.
He stills, silently asking if that was alright.
I pull his hips forward, begging him to do it again.
Another low moan rumbles through his chest, like me giving him this permission is the sexiest thing in the world.
He does it again, and again, and I take everything he gives me, needing more, my thoughts becoming a little… feral.
I look up to meet his gaze again.
“God, look at you. You so look so fucking pretty while I fuck your mouth, Melody.” Fucking.
Hell. He thrusts again while he holds my gaze and my entire body convulses, my own hips subtly arching forward, needing something, anything.
I can’t take it anymore. I slide one hand downward, moaning as I slide my fingers over my own slick flesh.
“Melody,” he gasps quietly, “are you…Jesus fucking Christ, you are.” He wipes his hand over his mouth as he watches, wide eyed as I suck him so fucking deep.
His eyes slide closed and a shudder works its way through his body.
When he opens them again, they’re absolutely blazing, a sexy determination shining in the deep green.
“Are you wet, sweetheart?” he asks. I whimper and releases his cock long enough to answer.
“Soaked.” I hold his gaze as I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip.
I grip him, hot and wet in my palm, and glide my fist up and down.
He grits out an appreciative grunt and I run my tongue around and around the head while I pump my fist, stroking him while I rub my clit.
“I’m going to come, Melody. Fuck, I’m close.”
I close my lips over him again, taking his shaft deep over and over, harder and faster. His muscles shake and I thrust my fingers into my pussy, moving in time with the movements of my mouth. I’m close too. So close. I spread my knees wider, thrusting harder. Deeper.
“That’s right. Take my cock, Melody. Take it like a good fucking girl.”
That’s it. I’m fucking done for. I cry out a muffled scream around his cock as I come on my own fingers.
“Oh fuckkkk,” he groans and thrusts his hips forward again, fingers tightening in my hair.
Once. Twice. “I need to know where…” I glare at him, arching my brow and somehow conveying where the fuck do you think, idiot?
without words. He pulls my arm upward, forcing my hand from between my legs, and bends his head.
He sucks my fingers, moaning as he moves his hips faster and how is every new thing he does sexier than the last?
? I suck him harder and a moment later, he roars my name as he comes in a rush.
I swallow him down, eyes sliding closed in utter ecstasy.
Who knew that blowing someone could be so fucking hot?
Not this girl. I’ve never minded giving head before, had fun with it usually, but it had never been sexy to me before this moment.
I collapse backward onto the mattress and Austin joins me, breathing hard and limbs sprawling. I throw my legs over his stomach, and he rests one hand on my thigh.
“And here I thought I’d be out of practice,” I quip, breathless. He huffs out a laugh.
“If that is you out of practice, I am in big, big fucking trouble.”
I chuckle, grabbing a pillow and shoving it behind my head.
After a while, when I’ve come down from that absolute high, I say, “alright, so tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Everything,” I breathe. I want to know everything about this man, the one who has somehow managed to light the spark inside me again, the one I thought was gone forever.
The man who seems to know me on a level that I didn’t even know existed.
The man who can work my body like a fucking nine-to-five.
The man who it might just kill me to lose.
I push that thought away and just focus on the here and now.
He smiles, a slow, sexy curl of his lips, as if he’s been waiting for me to say that single word, for me to want to let him in completely, no more secrets or walls between us.
And so we talk. For hours and hours, all through the night.
We talk about our lives before, our childhoods and jobs and everything in between.
We talk about our lives after the end of the world, how we got to where we are now.
We take breaks in between the talking sometimes to do other things.
To be fair, there’s still talking involved, just a dirtier kind… and afterwards we talk some more.
“And the dog?” he finally asks just as the sun’s rising, glancing towards the stuffed dog standing watch on the side table.
I’m lying on my stomach with my head resting on my folded arms, looking at him.
He’s propped on his side, staring down at me and running his fingers up and down my spine.
I take a deep breath and prepare myself to tell the story.
I think he knew this would be the hardest one, why he didn’t bring it up before now.
I’ve never told anyone. The only other person on the planet who knows about this part of my life is Jonah.
Even Mull doesn’t know it all, at least not from my perspective.
Jonah was like a father to Gabby, so he had every right to talk to Mull about losing her from his eyes, but I’ve never told my story to anyone.