21. Austin #2
I plunge my tongue into her sweet mouth, licking and sucking as our hands frantically roam.
I find the backs of her thighs, sliding under the smooth, luxurious material of her nightgown and gripping onto the mouthwatering flesh of her ass.
She feeds me a deep moan when I flex my fingers, her hips thrusting forward and pressing into the hardest erection I’ve ever had in my life.
“You feel that, baby?” I ask, reaching around her thigh and lifting it over my hip.
It gives me the perfect angle to grind right into her clit, earning another needy sound that I swallow before it even leaves her lips.
She’s so fucking warm, even through all the pieces of fabric that separate us.
“That’s what you do to me. Say it again.
Tell me I can touch you and make us both feel so fucking good. ”
“Do it, Austin,” she purrs, throwing her head back as I suck the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “I’m so ready.”
“That’s my good girl,” I praise, lifting her off the floor.
She immediately wraps both legs around my waist, locking them behind me as I carry her to the bed.
Jett is probably going to kill me for doing this in his guest room, but I don’t give a fuck.
Right now, all that matters is giving Paris the release she needs.
The side of the mattress hits my thighs, and I lower her down, standing to admire the sight.
She’s goddamn perfection stretched out before me, her long chocolate-colored hair fanned around her head like a halo.
The nightie has ridden up, the bottom of her matching satin panties peeking out from beneath.
I can smell her arousal, the scent making me go lightheaded with the urge to dip down for a taste.
But by the way she asked me if it was a hassle to eat pussy, I’m saving that for later.
I want to prove to her that I’ll spend all night sucking on her swollen little clit, only stopping when she tells me she’s spent.
We’ve already been in here long enough, so the rest of this little tryst is going to have to be fast and dirty.
“Spread yourself open for me, beautiful,” I instruct, climbing onto the bed beside her.
She tugs her lower lip between her teeth, her hands balling over the comforter as she slowly parts her legs.
I can tell she’s nervous, but I want this to be good for her, so I gently reassure her as I run my fingertips up her thigh.
“I promise to take such good care of you. If you want to stop, or you don’t like the way something feels, just say the word. There’s no pressure to get this right on the first try. We’ll figure it out together, but no matter what, I need you to communicate with me. Alright?”
She nods, her grip loosening as her body relaxes into the mattress.
I internally breathe a sigh of relief before leaning down for a slow, sensual kiss.
My hand continues its descent, the pad of my middle finger rubbing along the soaked fabric that covers her slit.
I groan at how turned on she is, loving the little gasp she pulls into her lungs the moment I find her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Shhhh,” I murmur into her ear. “You have to be my sweet, quiet baby girl if you want me to make you come. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she rushes out quietly, her legs falling open even more when I push her panties aside and swipe upward from the back of her dripping entrance to the front.
Her hips buck involuntarily, spurring me on as I drag her wetness around and use it to massage her clit.
It’s so hard and swollen that I barely need to add any pressure at all to have her back arching from the bed.
“So fucking perfect,” I praise, my gaze roaming her features.
Her eyes are rolled back, her lips pressed together as though she’s fighting all the moans that are climbing up her throat.
Her abdomen and legs quiver, the grip she has on the comforter only becoming tighter with every pass of my fingers over her clit.
“I’m close,” she breathes. “Oh…oh my God, Austin. Please don’t stop. I’m gon—”
“Just feel it, baby,” I interject, cutting her off. “I promise, I’m not going to stop. Not until you’re limp, satisfied, and every drop of pleasure has been wrung from this sexy little body.”
My balls tingle, my steel cock jerking behind my zipper and causing me to clench my butt cheeks in an attempt to stave off my own release.
As hot as it is to know that I’m just seconds away from making Paris come, we have to leave this room and return to our friends afterward.
There’s no sneaking out with a giant wet spot on my pants like I did when I left her house, which means I need to control myself—although I’m not sure how I’m going to.
This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.