Eleven
More Than Words
MIA
AUSTIN’S LIPS CRASH AGAINST mine with a force that steals every thought from my mind. His tongue slides into my mouth, dominating, claiming. I have no choice but to surrender to the tidal wave of raw hunger.
This isn’t like the kisses we’ve shared before—this is need. Pure and unfiltered.
His need.
Mine.
Ours.
Our teeth clash as we devour each other, a chaotic mess of lips and breathlessness. His hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head, giving him access to deepen the kiss even further.
Somewhere in the haze, I feel him fumbling behind me, and then I’m stumbling backward, the door to his flat slamming shut with a kick of his foot.
His lips break from mine and descend to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his hands roam greedily over my dress.
“Mia,” he growls against my pulse, his voice low and rough like he’s barely hanging on by a thread.
My brain screams at me to gain control, to think, to breathe. But then his palm cups my breast, squeezing roughly, and the world narrows to this moment. To him.
“I need you naked,” he growls, his lips grazing my collarbone. “I need you naked now.”
I can’t speak. I can’t even think. My throat is dry, my words trapped somewhere between disbelief and desire.
In one fluid motion, Austin grabs the hem of my dress and lifts it over my head, tossing it aside. I’m left standing there in nothing but my bra and knickers, vulnerable and utterly exposed.
His eyes darken as they rake over me, taking in every inch of my body like it’s the first time he’s ever truly seen me. His lips curl into a slow, sinful smile, and he reaches out, tracing a deliberate line from my collarbone down to the swell of my breast, then lower to my stomach.
“God, Mia,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with reverence and lust. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to see you like this.”
What?
My heart pounds so loudly I’m sure he can hear it. “Really?” I manage to whisper, my voice barely audible.
He nods, his gaze never leaving mine. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
My breathing stutters, my nerves threatening to take over, but there’s no hiding the way my body reacts to him. My nipples pebble under his heated stare, and I press my thighs together, trying—and failing—to ease the ache of arousal that’s building between them.
Austin steps closer, his fingers reaching around to the clasp of my bra. With practiced ease, he unhooks it, and slides the straps down my arms until the fabric falls to the floor. His eyes flare with something primal as he leans back. He takes me in like he’s committing every detail to memory.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, cupping my breast in his warm hand. His thumb brushes over my hardened nipple, causing a shiver to course through me.
I’m a trembling mess.
And completely exposed.
I should run. My mind is screaming at me to run. To stop this before it’s too late.
But my body . . . my body betrays me, surrendering to him and leaning into his touch.
I’m craving more.
Austin bends down, his mouth closing over my nipple as he sucks it into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. A gasp escapes my lips, my head falls back as my hands fly to his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto.
Holy fuck.
His hands are everywhere, sliding down my sides, over my hips, and hooking into the waistband of my knickers. In one smooth motion, he slides them down my legs, crouching to help me step out of them. When he rises, I’m standing completely naked before him, my chest heaving, my skin flushed.
And the way he looks at me . . . It’s as if I’m the most exquisite thing he’s ever seen, like I’m a secret he’s been dying to uncover.
Austin’s lips find mine again, softer this time, but no less consuming. His hands grip my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I can feel every hard line of his body against mine.
“Mia,” he breathes against my mouth, his forehead resting against mine. “You drive me insane, you know that?”
I don’t answer. I can’t. Because whatever this is between us, it’s no longer something I can fight.
Austin’s eyes darken, the flicker of arousal turning into a raging inferno as all his restraint snaps. He surges forward, capturing my mouth in an aggressive, all-consuming kiss that sends a shiver down my spine.
His hands dive into my hair, and his rough whiskers scrape against my skin. His tongue tangles with mine in a dance that leaves me breathless.
Oh god.
Before I can catch my bearings, he’s walking me backward. His movements are deliberate and sure. My knees hit the edge of the sofa and he lowers me down, his broad body blanketing mine. His weight feels like a promise I didn’t know I was waiting for.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I pant, my voice breathy and uneven as his lips trail down my neck.
Austin chuckles, the sound low and throaty, reverberating against my skin. It’s a sound that sends heat pooling between my thighs, so much so I swear it could make me come.
“I can fix that,” Austin murmurs, his hands already gripping the hem of his T-shirt.
In one smooth motion, he yanks it over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the ridges of his abs.
My mouth goes dry as I take him in, but my focus quickly shifts when his hands drop to the buckle of his belt.
“Let me,” I say, my voice firm despite the tremor in my fingers.
He freezes, his eyes locking onto mine, the heat in his gaze enough to set me on fire. He lets out a guttural growl that’s so primal, so raw, it sends a bolt of arousal straight through me.
“I want to do it,” I tell him again, my hands brushing his away.
Austin’s chest rises and falls heavily as he watches me, his lips parted, his gaze fixed on my every move. His hunger is palpable, a living, breathing thing between us.
And it’s intoxicating.
My fingers fumble with his belt, my nerves making me clumsy. But he doesn’t seem to mind. His hands rest on my hips, his grip firm but not pushing, letting me take the lead.
Finally, I undo the belt and make quick work of his fly. The sound of the zip slices through the heavy tension in the room.
I glance up, and Austin’s eyes meet mine. They’re dark and dangerous, filled with an intensity that steals the air from my lungs.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
And the truth is, I don’t.
But as his jeans slide down his hips and his cock springs free, I’m starting to understand.
He’s enormous—beyond anything I’ve imagined, like he’s from another species entirely.
I’m the definition of dicknotised.
“I won’t hurt you,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing, a stark contrast to the intensity between us. His eyes search mine, looking for any trace of hesitation. “I promise.”
I swallow hard, my nerves and arousal tangling in a confusing mess. I nod my head.
Austin dips down, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s gentler this time. It’s slow and coaxing, drawing me out of my own head and grounding me in this moment. I melt into him, letting whatever this is between us right now take over.
His mouth leaves mine, and I’m left breathless as he shifts, his hands firmly spreading my legs. He positions himself between them, his broad frame dominating as his gaze roams over me like I’m his most prized possession.
The vulnerability of being so exposed should terrify me, but the hunger in his eyes is intoxicating.
My back arches off the sofa, anticipation coursing through every nerve ending as I wait for his next move.
Then, his fingers slide down, finding that sensitive spot between my legs. He pauses, his touch feather-light, before pushing three fingers inside me.
I cry out, my head falling back against the cushions.
And then he’s on me. His mouth descends, licking, sucking, tormenting. His stubble brushes against my most sensitive skin. His fingers pump in and out with increasing urgency—three, then four—each thrust pulling a moan from my lips as my body arches off the sofa again, desperate for release.
His pace quickens, his rhythm relentless. I can feel myself unraveling, spiraling toward the edge.
“You like that, baby?” he murmurs, his voice a sinful whisper against my skin.
Baby.
The word shoots straight through me, and I nod frantically, unable to form a coherent response.
Austin doesn’t stop, his fingers continuing their hypnotic rhythm as his other hand reaches onto the floor. He doesn’t miss a beat, his focus still entirely on me as he grabs his wallet and pulls out a foil packet.
Oh god.
This is happening.
He slides his fingers out of me, and I catch a glimpse of my slick arousal coating them. The sight alone makes me shudder, my thighs trembling with anticipation.
He tears the condom open, his movements efficient but unhurried, as if he has all the time in the world. He rolls it on, his eyes never leaving mine, the connection between us electric.
“Ready for me?” he asks, his voice rough with restraint.
I grip his shoulders as he positions himself. He slowly begins to push inside me, but the stretch is overwhelming. My body tenses, instinctively resisting the intrusion.
“Christ, it burns,” I gasp.
“Calm down,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my temple.
How can I when I have a monstrous cock coming at me?
“Try to relax. I’ve got you.”
His words are a balm, soothing the nerves threatening to take over. I force myself to breathe deeply, focusing on the warmth of his hands on my hips and the tenderness in his voice.
With every inch, he takes his time, letting me adjust, his forehead pressing against mine as he holds back, his control unwavering. And when he’s finally fully inside me, filling me in a way that leaves no part of me untouched, I realise I’m lost—completely and utterly his.
Austin kisses me again as he pulls out and slides back in. He does over and over, until, somehow, we are going hard at it.
His cock is working me, building me up, using my body, and I can do nothing but hold on.
The sound of our skin slapping together echoes all around the room. Perspiration dusts his skin, and I cling to him as his body moves like magic.
“Austin, I’m close,” I pant, my voice breaking as the tension coils tighter inside me.
“Let it go,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear.
It’s all I need. His words tip me over the edge, and I cry out. My body shudders violently as an orgasm tears through me like a runaway freight train.
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice guttural, almost unrecognizable. “Fucking hell. This is so . . .” He doesn’t finish the sentence, but his ragged breaths say it all.
I smile faintly through the haze, my body still trembling in the aftershocks.
“I knew you would be amazing,” he says, his hips snapping harder into me. “I knew you would blow my fucking mind.”
And then something shifts in him. He loses that ironclad control he always seems to have, and he lets go, pounding into me with reckless abandon. It’s raw and unrelenting, and I feel another wave building almost immediately.
In another breath, my body convulses forward, and he lets out a deep, guttural moan as he comes. The sound vibrates through me as his body shudders against mine.
He collapses onto me, our sweat-slicked skin sticking together, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that’s all hunger and aggression. I’m gasping for air, my lungs burning as I try to steady my breathing.
Austin moves slowly, almost reverently, before he pulls out of me and stands. His chest is heaving as he takes care of the condom with a quick efficiency that somehow doesn’t diminish the intimacy of the moment.
Then he turns back to me. A slow, lazy smile spreads across his beautiful face as he brushes the damp hair from my forehead.
I feel so exposed, so raw, lying here naked and spent, my body weak from the intensity of what we’ve just shared.
He grabs a few cushions and rearranges them behind me, propping me up like I’m some kind of queen on a throne.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice still shaky.
“I want you to watch,” he replies, his tone wicked and filled with promise.
“Watch what?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he slides back between my legs, his dark eyes locked on mine as his mouth lowers to my sex.
Oh. My. God.
His tongue traces a long, slow lick, and I feel my entire body jolt in response. His gaze never wavers from mine, dark and full of heat, as if daring me to look away.
My heart races, and I realise I’m trembling all over again. No one has ever done this before. No one has ever gone down on me after sex.
It’s so intimate, so raw. And so fucking hot.
His lips glisten as he works, his tongue stroking and teasing. His movements are deliberate and unhurried.
I can’t look away.
I’m mesmerised by the sight of him between my legs, completely consumed by what he’s doing. Eating me like I'm his last supper.
His hands grip my inner thighs, holding me open for him. His fingers flex with barely restrained control. Every now and then, he looks up at me and smiles—a secret, sinful smile that sends another jolt of arousal straight through me.
He’s enjoying this. This isn’t just for me. This is for him.
I frown slightly as the thought settles in, my mind detached even as my body is completely immersed in the sensations he’s creating.
Austin Conall—the man who’s never taken anything seriously—loves giving head.
And he’s ridiculously good at it.