Chapter 16 Veronica #2
Up in my apartment, I jumped in the shower, delighting in the butterflies in my belly.
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt them.
When I got out, I rubbed my vanilla body lotion all over my skin, remembering how Austin had liked the way it smelled on me.
Feeling naughty, I skipped panties, but tugged the white T-shirt over my head and pulled out my ponytail, fluffing my hair.
Pulse racing, I hurried down the stairs and across the yard.
As promised, the back door was open. The kitchen was dark and silent, and I locked the door behind me before heading upstairs.
In Austin’s bedroom, one lamp was on, and the bathroom door was closed. On the nightstand was the jumbo box of condoms we’d purchased on the way home, and just seeing it made my core muscles clench. I inhaled—the room smelled like him. Manly but clean, like a new leather belt.
Behind me, the bathroom door opened, and I turned around. “Hi,” I said, my heart beating like crazy, as if I hadn’t just seen him fifteen minutes ago.
Plus, he was naked.
My breaths turned to pants as he came toward me, hair wet and messy, skin damp and slightly flushed, eyes dark and hungry. My gaze traveled over his broad chest, down his rippling abs, to the thick, heavy cock between his thighs.
I licked my lips. “How are the kids?”
“Fine. But I don’t want to talk about the kids right now.” He moved close enough to bury his face in my neck and slip his hands beneath my shirt. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“Thanks.”
His hands moved over my butt. “You came here without panties on?”
“I didn’t think they’d last long anyway.” I shivered as his lips and tongue worked down my throat.
“You were right.” He steered me backward toward the bed. “It’s bad enough you’re still wearing this shirt. You’ve been here at least thirty seconds.”
“Take it off me. It belonged to Neil anyway, and—”
“What?” His body immediately went tense. He picked up his head and stared at me, fury ablaze in his eyes.
“This T-shirt. It was Neil’s, but I—”
Before I could finish my sentence, Austin grabbed two fistfuls of cotton at my chest and fucking ripped it apart.
He kept tearing until the shirt was split completely down the front, then he shoved it from my arms and threw it to the floor.
It was as if the grizzly inked on his shoulder had taken control.
“Nothing of his will ever touch your skin again,” he fumed.
I didn’t know whether to be turned on or terrified at this display of possessive rage. But my heart was galloping like a racehorse, and my breath was coming in short, quick bursts. Between my legs, I felt the flutter of arousal, and my nipples were hard and tingling.
Turned on, it was.
“Fuck. I’m sorry.” The cords in Austin’s neck tightened, and his eyes closed for a moment. “I keep losing my shit today. I don’t know what it is. I just can’t fucking stand the thought of him near you, not even his shirt.”
I smiled coyly. “You’ll have to give me one of your shirts to replace it.”
“Deal.” He kissed me ravenously, his tongue sliding between my lips. His cock sprang to life between us, and I took it in one fist, wrapping my fingers around him, working my hand up and down the thickening shaft.
He slipped his hand between my legs. “You’re already wet,” he growled, his fingers easily gliding inside me.
“It’s your body. It does something to me.” Then I rose up on my toes to put my lips to his ear. “And now I’m going to do something to you.” I dropped to my knees, enjoying the sharp intake of his breath as I wrapped his swelling cock with both hands. “Something I’ve been thinking about all day.”
“All day, huh?” His voice was low and thick with desire.
“Maybe even all week.” I moved my fists up and down the hard length of his shaft, teased the soft, smooth tip with my tongue.
He groaned, his hands flexing into fists at his sides.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t.” I slid one hand between his thighs, cradling his balls in my palm.
“Haven’t what?”
I looked up at him coquettishly as I swirled my tongue around his crown. “Thought about this.”
“Only every other minute since I met you.”
I laughed and licked him root to tip, the skin hot and firm and ridged with veins.
“Good.” I circled the ridge at the top and pumped my hand up and down his length, gratified by his deep, tortured moan when my lips hovered, wet and open, over the sensitive head.
I tipped my head up and met his eyes again.
“But before I do this, I want to make something clear.”
“I’ll give you a warning.”
“That’s not what I meant.” I stroked my lips with the tip like it was my lipstick, coating them with his salty taste. “I meant, I want it clear that you are not allowed to hold back.”
His hands moved into my hair. “Jesus.”
“I’m on my knees for you,” I whispered. “I want to make you feel good. Tell me what to do.”
An agonized growl rumbled from his chest. “I want your mouth on me.”
“Come on, you can do better than that.” I rubbed my lips up and down the underside of his erection. “Let me hear what you’re really thinking.”
“I want you to suck my cock.”
I smiled and took just the tip in my mouth, gave him a few playful little tugs.
His fists tightened in my hair. “I want to fuck your mouth so deep and hard, you choke when I come.”
And then I couldn’t talk anymore, because he was using his grip on my hair to hold my head steady while he pushed the full length of his cock between my lips, right up until the tip hit the back of my throat.
He stopped there for a second, going completely still, so still I felt him thicken and pulse once inside my mouth.
With an anguished groan, he began to rock his hips—slow, rhythmic thrusts that slid along my tongue, never quite withdrawing entirely, but always hitting the deepest reaches of my mouth.
My eyes watered. My scalp stung. I struggled for breath, managing to grab a little air each time he pulled back.
But it was exactly what I wanted. There was a sense of power in knowing he was willing to let go with me, to say what he was thinking, to do what he wanted to do without hesitation. This was a man unused to putting his pleasure first.
I wanted to provide that pleasure, embody that pleasure. I wanted him to be selfish with me. Rough with me. Real with me.
He started to move faster and harder, his hips driving forward in deep, sharp jabs.
His fingers loosened in my hair and cradled my head, holding it in place.
I could feel the orgasm building in both my hands—the one wrapped around the base of his cock and the one between his legs, every part of him growing harder as his body barreled toward release.
I could taste him, and I moaned reflexively.
My nipples were tingling, my core muscles tight.
My thighs were trembling and slick with heat.
I wanted his hands on me. I wanted to fuck him.
I imagined how good it would feel to push him down to the floor and ride him until I came. I promised myself I would do it later.
Right now, it was all about him.
“Fuck—Roni—so good—”
I sucked harder, gripped his shaft tighter, and just for fun, slid the tip of one finger farther back between his legs, penetrating him just slightly, since I wasn’t sure if he would like it.
A second later, I had my answer, because he lost control with one final thrust. His body stopped moving, except for the throbbing pulse in my mouth, which coated the back of my throat in thick, hot bursts.
As soon as he recovered, he pulled back and I dropped my butt to my heels, gasping for breath.
“Christ. Are you okay?” Austin let go of my hair and crouched down in front of me.
I nodded. “Yes. Just needed some air. You weren’t kidding about that whole choking thing.”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“Don’t be. I asked for it, didn’t I?”
He gave me a sexy grin. “You did. Now I get to ask you for some things.”
“Like what?”
“Well.” He slid one hand up my thigh. “How about you hop up on this bed and sit on my face so I can fuck you with my tongue?”
I smiled seductively. “I only want to please you.”
“Then we’re going to leave the light on too.” Rising to his feet, he scooped me up off the rug and set me on the mattress.
“It’s like you own the electric company,” I teased.
“If it means I can watch you come, I’ll fucking buy it.”
A minute later, his head was between my thighs as I held onto the wooden headboard and slowly rocked my hips above his face.
His hands were on my breasts, his thumbs teasing the humming peaks of my nipples before he pinched them hard enough to make me gasp.
But it was sublime, the sting from his fingers and the stroke of his tongue at the same time.
He licked and sucked and kissed and tasted, teased and flicked and fluttered.
He slipped his tongue inside me and swept it up the seam at my center in one long, glorious caress.
He devoured me slowly, like I was a decadent dessert he was trying to make last all night.
Sometimes he moaned like he couldn’t get enough.
For a minute, I watched him, his dark eyes locked on mine.
But eventually, I had to look away or I was going to finish too quickly.
It was so hot, seeing him beneath me, hearing the sounds he made, feeling his scruffy jaw on my thighs.
I’d actually never done this before—Neil was not the type to request that I sit anywhere near his face, nor was he particularly talented with his tongue or knowledgeable about female anatomy.
And sex with the lights on? Never. Which was fine with me, because being in the dark made it easier to pretend I was with someone different.
Someone who actually cared about me. Someone who might hold me close afterward and tell me how good I’d made him feel or kiss my tattoo or punch a big jerk in the face for me.
Someone who stood up for me instead of cutting me down.
And if his tongue happened to be a magic wand, well, lucky me.
“God, Austin,” I breathed, my hips undulating faster as the tension in my body wound tighter.
“You’re fucking incredible. That feels so good .
. .” Then my words were gone and the stars collided and my body exploded in wild, rippling waves of bliss that made my legs tremble and my clit beat a rhythm on his tongue.
I cried out with every single pulse as it moved through me.
When I could breathe again, I shimmied down his body and collapsed on his chest, babbling incoherently. “Oh my god. You’re amazing. This job is amazing. If I’d known orgasms were a perk of being your nanny, I might have tried harder at the first interview. Or lied and said I could cook.”
Laughter rumbled in his chest. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Actually, I really should learn how. Maybe I can do it while the kids are gone.”
“Don’t bother. Your pussy is my new favorite meal.”
My lady parts experienced an aftershock. “Then you will be well-fed while they’re away.”
“Good.” He put his arms around me and stroked my back, his fingers trailing up and down my spine.
I sighed contentedly, my eyes drifting closed, surprised at how comfortable and easy this felt. Wasn’t this kind of intimacy supposed to take more time? It was hard to believe we were the same two people who’d met on his porch that day.
I picked up my head and looked down at him. “What did you think of me the day we met?”
“I thought you were missing a few marbles.”
I laughed and swatted his chest. “Be serious.”
“I am. Veronica, you knocked on my front door wearing a wedding dress.”
“I know, but . . . did you at least think I was cute?”
He smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear. “I thought you were gorgeous. But that wasn’t enough to make me want to hire you. In fact, that made your chances worse.”
“Why?”
“Because the last thing I wanted to do was hire someone I was attracted to.”
“You were attracted to me? That very first day?” I was giddy at the thought. “But you were so grouchy during the interview! You looked at me like I was a stain on the carpet.”
“Because I didn’t want you around all the time. I didn’t trust myself.”
I gave him a slow, sly grin. “Then I seduced you in the dark and it was all over.”
“Actually, I think it was the yoga shorts the next day.”
I laughed. “That’s right. You were spying on me.”
“I wasn’t spying!” He flipped me onto my back and pinned my wrists to the mattress. “You were right there on my back lawn, and I happened to see you out the window. Was that a strategic move on your part?”
“No.” I giggled. “Although now that I know you like my yoga clothes, maybe I’ll walk around in them all the time.”
His eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare. I’ll never get anything done.”
“I might have to,” I said seriously. “It’s not like I have a lot of options in my closet.”
He was silent a moment. “I’m sorry again about today.”
“Don’t be. Maybe getting new clothes is part of starting over.”
“I still feel bad.”
“I bet you can find a way to make it up to me.”
He buried his face in my neck and inhaled. “Mmm. I’m thinking of several.”
“How about shopping?”
“No.” He kissed his way down my chest. “My ways don’t involve clothing at all. But they do involve you screaming my name some more.”
Against my leg, I felt his cock jumping to life again. “Already?”
“Listen, I already warned you that I don’t plan on wasting any time,” he said, circling my nipple with his tongue. “So am I still the boss this week even though the kids are gone and you’re not technically the nanny?”
“Definitely.” I wrapped my legs around him. “What can I do for you, sir?”
“I have a list,” he said.
I laughed as he tickled my ribs with his chin. “I bet you do.”