Chapter 5 Austin #2
My mouth watered for a taste of her skin. Of her mouth. Shit. Why the hell haven’t I stolen a kiss already? Now I was staring down at her like some starving creep. If she opened her eyes and saw me looming over her, she’d scream bloody murder for just a split second before kicking me in the balls.
Excitement filled energy flowed through my veins. Something electric and warm rushing up and down throughout my body with a heady anticipation.
I liked being in her space. Something about being there, right in front of her, watching her rest and dream, made me uncomfortably hard.
Something I didn’t know I had in me. Like a feral being had been awakened by her.
Elizabeth shifted, and I froze. What the hell have I been thinking walking into her space? This isn’t me! I’m not that guy. I could watch her from afar, but breaking and entering? Crushing her privacy and bulldozing through boundaries?
This was why the men in my family were cursed.
Just as I was about to stand to get the hell out of there, she sighed, and those beautifully red-stained lips quirked up in a smile I knew would be etched into my soul.
“Austin,” she sleepily moaned, and my hands had a mind of their own.
They reached for her, softly brushing an errant strand of hair off her face to give me a better view of her gorgeous features.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared at me for a moment.
It was probably half a beat, but it felt like an eternity as those eyes that haunted me in my sleep connected with mine.
“Sleep, beautiful.”
“Bossy.” The cutest two little lines formed between her brows. “You’re stupid cute,” she muttered as her eyes closed again. I exhaled slowly.
I didn’t move.
Fuck, I wasn’t sure I was still breathing as I kneeled there way after the muscles in my legs and thighs protested and burned. When I stood, I moved through her house, quietly soaking in every detail. Each one felt like some kind of insight to the woman I had fallen for.
Before I knew it, I’d ended up in her room.
With my hands fisted at my sides, I stood in the middle of her space, heavily breathing in the air that was cloaked with her perfume and something uniquely Elizabeth.
My heart felt at peace. Don’t waste a moment.
Brett’s stupid-as-hell words replayed in my head.
I swallowed hard knowing he was right. My eyes dropped to the ground, and my heart seized at what lay just below my feet.
The prettiest, laciest little black thong was right there.
I kneeled and looked at the discarded fabric.
Was she wearing these to the brewery? Did that mean she was bare beneath the dress she was wearing while she slept?
My mouth ran dry, and my fisted hands finally unclenched.
I picked up the material and, like the fucking dirty animal I was, I immediately brought the scrap of fabric to my nose and breathed in deeply.
Oh yeah, she’d been wearing these. Her sweet, fresh feminine fragrance ravaged my senses, and a deep monster-like groan rumbled through me.
Hunger accosted me on a cellular level, and I knew there was no way I could ever walk out of her room without some kind of release.
I glanced over at the door I’d left ajar.
Standing up, still holding the lingerie in my hand, I walked out of her room.
I was a man on a mission, one who stopped in the darkened archway that separated the living room from the two bedrooms of her house.
My chest rose and fell like I had just finished a ten-mile run, one I had pushed myself to the limit for, while I stared at her body on the couch.
Without hesitation, I undid my belt buckle and then the top button of my black slacks, pulling my dress shirt up and out of my unzipped pants.
My hard, thick cock strained against the tight material of the boxer briefs I’d put on before work.
I palmed my dick roughly with my free hand as I brought the ambrosia-scented material to my face and inhaled.
Fuck, she smelled good. Swiping the teeny tiny gusset with my tongue, I had to stave off a moan so deep I knew it would wake her up.
I had to be quiet if I was going to do this.
Pulling my cock out of the confines of my boxer briefs, I didn’t hesitate to stroke myself as I watched her sleep from afar.
Such a pretty angel, I thought to myself.
Mine. Mine. Mine. The word repeated like a fucking pinball inside my head.
Over and over as images of me doing this while she was awake filled my mind.
My girl would like it, too. She’d get off on watching me need her so damn badly common sense flew out of the window.
She’d sit up and open those pretty legs of hers and show me just how much she enjoyed watching her man jerk himself off at the sight of her.
She’d be dewey wet and so damn slick. Her fingers would slide right in and make obscene squelching sounds.
Elizabeth wouldn’t hold back, either. She’d be loud and uninhibited for me.
And when I’d demand she crawl towards me, she wouldn’t backtalk.
No, my beautiful angel would do as she was told and slide down off the couch, get on all fours, and slowly and so damn beautifully inch closer and closer to me, giving a show of her own.
I’d have her kneel in front of me as I played.
Her eyes would be wide and glittering with excitement as she watched me.
I’d tell her to open her mouth and stick her tongue out, and she’d do it after saying something sassy.
And fuck if that wouldn’t be what got me off.
I’d shoot my load all over her pretty face, and she would make sure to clean up every last drop.
The images in my head were too much as I tumbled over the edge of bliss.
I brought her panties to the tip of my cock, and my release splashed against the lacy material.
Ribbon after ribbon of cum stained the black fabric, the contrast of my thick seed against the dark G-string stark.
Trying to catch my breath, I walked back in her room, adjusting myself. I stared into the mirror of her vanity.
And then, because I was a filthy fucking asshole, I dipped my finger in the cum-soaked panties and leaned closer to the mirror, drawing a heart on the glass.
“Something for you to think about me,” I whispered into the empty room.
Grabbing a blanket off her bed, I shoved the messy panties into the front pocket of my pants and went back into the living room. I tucked her in, making sure she was nice and covered before forcing myself to leave.
All the while knowing I shouldn’t have done that but not regretting it for a second with every intention of returning.