The Volunteer #2
I moaned around him. His grip in my hair tightened, thrusts pushing a little farther each time.
“Fuck, baby, you take me so well. I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”
Don’t. Use me.
I didn’t know how, but he heard me. I could tell by the grip on my hair, the way his breathing laboured. His control was slipping. Good. Give me more, fucking more.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
I met his gaze.
“Fuck me, you look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock. Are you ready?”
Was I fucking ever. I nodded as much as I could in this position.
He let loose. His thrusts went harder, deeper, faster. His moans and groans and grunts made me absolutely feral. I needed to touch him, but my fucking hands were still shackled to my sides.
He was still holding back, I could tell by his eyes—locked on mine and checking to make sure this wasn’t too much. In truth, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed him to let go. But I couldn’t fucking touch him. I couldn’t dig my nails into his thighs and demand it. I couldn’t—
The shackles snapped. He stopped, halfway out of my mouth and stared at the chain links that hit the snow.
That wouldn’t do, I wanted his entire attention on me.
I dug my fingers into his legs, but he was still to stunned to realized I was touching him without his say so.
I wondered what he would do when he noticed, but I wouldn’t worry about that yet.
I had a job to do and I was going to fucking nail it.
I pulled back, running my tongue over the tip. His eyes fluttered closed, groaning as his head fell back.
“Fuck.”
I smiled at his breathy moan. That’s it, Aus, let go. Relaxing my throat, I took him in all the way. His moans were fucking erotic.
I needed more.
I kept my eyes on him, watching his face twist in pleasure with every move I made. I licked and sucked, even let my teeth scrape over him. Holy fuck, the sound he let out at my teeth grazing his base—delicious.
His gaze snapped back to mine, still watching him, probably with a sadistic smile of my own. His eyes were black, not a single speck of blue in them as they burned.
“Do that again,” he growled.
My Avalanche loved pain as much as I did. Good to know.
I took him completely into my mouth again and slowly pulled back while I relaxed my jaw, letting my teeth graze him. I put a little more pressure this time and was rewarded with the salty sweet taste of his pre cum.
“Fuck.”
His fingers sank back into my hair like his life depended on it. And then he did as I asked. He fucking used me. His head fell back, moaning, as his pace increased. Harder, faster, deeper. Not a single worry about my wellbeing or the fact that I could barely breathe. Finally.
I followed his lead, letting him do what he wanted—needed.
I flattened my tongue, moving it along his shaft, matching his movements as best I could.
He was so lost in his own pleasure, he’d forgotten how to speak.
Only moaning and the occasional curse. His breathing turned ragged, thrusts sloppy. He was so close.
I sunk my nails into his skin and dragged them down his thighs, eliciting a low moan. Come on, baby. Let go. Come for me. Again, I didn’t know how the fuck he heard me, but he clearly did.
“You want me to come for you?” His gravelly voice was like fucking ecstasy.
Yes. Fuck yes.
I moaned around him in response.
A string of incoherent curses left his mouth before he slammed into me one last time as he found his release. Hot liquid exploded down my throat.
Finally.
He pulled out the second he was done. Fresh air filled my lungs as I wiped the mess of saliva and cum from my chin. Austin was watching me, the blue in his eyes just starting to come back, right up until I sucked my messy fingers into my mouth to clean them.
I hummed. “You taste so good, I didn’t want to waste a drop.”
He groaned, flexing his hands, clenching his jaw.
“Such filthy words from such a pretty little mouth.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
The muscle in his jaw ticked, cock twitching. He’d barely softened but he was getting hard again with every word. He ignored my question, instead, his attention fell to my wrists. His ice shackles were still in place, four chain-links dangling from when I’d broken them.
“You broke my chains.”
“Is that a complaint? You seemed to like my nails digging into you.”
“Not a complaint. I’ll just have to make them stronger next time. But you did touch me before you earned it, so I’ll have to do something about that.”
“What do you have in mind?”
The pressure around my ankles lifted.
“Stand up.”
I did.
“Come here.”
I did.
“Hike up your skirt.”
I wiggled it up and over my hips. His grin was back, just as wicked while he took me in. Bare and dripping down my legs. Honestly, I might have been embarrassed if he hadn’t been looking at me like I was his next meal.
“So fucking beautiful. I’ve barely touched you and you’re already soaked for me.”
“You call fucking my mouth like a wild animal barely touching me?”
“Clearly, I didn’t do a good enough job at fucking the attitude out of that mouth. Are you trying to provoke me so I’ll put you back on your knees and go again?”
“No.”
Unless he was putting me back on my knees so he could kneel behind me and fuck a different hole. My pussy was literally weeping from neglect.
“Then watch your fucking attitude.”
I nibbled on my lip to keep myself from doing something embarrassing. Like whimpering or begging him to fuck me. I could tell he was a second away from doing the latter without me asking, but the look in his eyes told me I’d have to beg for release.
“Nothing smart to say now?”
“No.”
He hummed his approval as his hand dipped between my legs. He slipped in one finger and groaned.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so ready for me. Have you been dripping like this the whole time?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
My eyes rolled back when he added a second and third finger. His other hand gripped my jaw.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
I forced them open, meeting his lust filled gaze and wicked smile.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Use your words, Nightshade. Yes what?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
“Lift your arms. I want this off.”
He tugged my turtleneck sweater over my head and dropped it on the ground behind me. That left me in a blue lace bra—his favourite—and my skirt. I should have been freezing, instead I was burning under his gaze.
“Wrap your arms around me.”
I did so he could lift me. I thought he was going to walk us over to a tree, instead he dropped to his knees right there and laid me down on the ground. How he managed to lay my sweater out so my naked back wasn’t directly on the snow, I couldn’t even guess.
His lips trailed over my jaw and neck while he rolled his hips, teasing me with the bare minimum friction.
“Aus,” my voice came out needy, pleading.
He stopped kissing, opting to hover over me instead.
“What do you want baby?”
“Fuck me. Please,” I breathed.
I thought his eyes had been black before. Nope, not even close. Now they were—completely black, barely any white from the way his pupils dilated. He looked like a demon set out to devour me—mind, body, heart, and soul.
His lips crashed into mine, plunging all the way into me in one brutal and demanding thrust. My gasp quickly turned into a moan as he kept moving.
Usually he’d give me a second to adjust, but apparently my use of the word please made him as feral as his reaction to my teeth on him had made me.
Not that I was complaining. I told him to use me and, fuck me, he was so good at it.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
I hooked my feet together behind his back.
“Fuck,” he moaned at the change in angle. “You feel so fucking good, V. Like you were made for me.”
I was barely registering his words, too busy getting lost in him. The way he moved, how his skin felt against mine, his scent. He consumed every one of my senses until nothing but him remained.