Chapter 7 #3
“Wanted this since I first saw you in those ridiculous microbe pajamas,” Austin confessed, his mouth hovering over the damp fabric between my thighs. “Wanted to shut you up, make you scream instead of ramble.”
“Yes, please,” I begged shamelessly, beyond caring how desperate I sounded. “Austin, please.”
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my underwear, dragging them down my legs with agonizing slowness. When I was finally naked from the waist down, he sat back on his heels, just looking at me with such raw hunger that I felt myself getting wetter under his gaze.
“More beautiful than I imagined,” he murmured, his hands spreading my thighs wider.
“The couch,” I managed to say, suddenly remembering his knee. “Your leg—”
He cut me off with a hard kiss. “Don’t care about my fucking knee right now,” he growled against my mouth. Then he was moving down again, positioning himself between my legs. “Only care about making you come on my tongue like you described in those texts.”
And then his mouth was on me, hot and insistent, his tongue finding all the places I’d told him about in our late-night exchanges. I arched up against him, a cry tearing from my throat as he circled my clit with devastating precision.
“Austin!” I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, anchoring him to me as pleasure built with frightening speed. “Oh god, yes, just like that.”
He groaned against me, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open for his relentless assault. When he slid one finger inside me, then two, curving them upward while his tongue continued its merciless attention to my clit, I shattered.
My orgasm hit with the force of a chemical reaction, waves of pleasure radiating outward as I cried out his name. He worked me through it, not easing up until I tugged at his hair, overstimulated and desperate for more at the same time.
“Condom,” he muttered, pulling back, his lips glistening with evidence of my pleasure. “In my wallet.”
“Couch,” I insisted, finding my voice. “Your knee, Austin. I’m not responsible for reinjury.”
A flash of amusement crossed his face before it was consumed again by desire. He stood, pulling me up with him and pressing me against the nearest wall. His mouth found mine in a searing kiss that tasted of me and want.
“Better?” he asked, his hands gripping my ass, lifting me effortlessly.
“Much,” I agreed, wrapping my legs around his waist and gasping as his erection pressed against my core through his shorts. “Though I was thinking horizontal.”
“Later,” he promised, carrying me to the couch without breaking our kiss. He sat with me straddling him, fumbling in his discarded shorts for his wallet.
I took the opportunity to rid myself of my bra, reveling in the raw hunger in his eyes as my breasts were revealed. His hands immediately claimed them, thumbs brushing over my nipples in a way that made me whimper.
“So responsive,” he murmured, leaning forward to take one peak into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue sent jolts of renewed desire straight to my core.
“Please,” I begged, helping him roll the condom onto his impressive length. “I need you inside me, Austin. Now.”
He gripped my hips, positioning me above him, the head of his cock brushing my entrance. “Look at me,” he commanded softly.
I met his gaze, struck by the intensity I found there. This wasn’t just lust—there was something deeper, something that made my chest tighten with emotion.
“Austin,” I whispered, and then sank down onto him in one fluid motion.
We both groaned at the sensation. He filled me completely, stretching me in a way that bordered on painful but quickly shifted to exquisite pleasure. For a moment we stayed perfectly still, foreheads pressed together, sharing breath.
“You feel fucking incredible,” he murmured, his hands tightening on my hips.
I rolled them experimentally, gasping as the movement hit a spot deep inside me. “So do you.”
And then we were moving together, finding a rhythm that quickly grew desperate. I rode him hard, my hands braced on his shoulders, his grip on my hips guiding my movements. His mouth found my breasts again, sucking and nipping in a way that had me crying out.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, one hand sliding between us to circle my clit. “Come for me again, Kate. Want to feel you come around my cock.”
His words pushed me closer to the edge, memories of our explicit texts adding another layer to the physical sensations overwhelming me.
“Remember when you texted me about fucking you against a wall?” he growled in my ear. “We’ll do that next. Pin you up and take you hard, just like you described.”
“Austin!” I cried out as his words and touch sent me careening over the edge for a second time. My inner muscles clamped down on him, pulling him deeper.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering as he followed me into release, his arms wrapping around me to hold me tightly against him as he shuddered beneath me.
We stayed like that for long moments, trembling and breathing hard, my face buried in his neck, his hands stroking my back.