Page 51 of After the Storm

“Me? Trouble?” she asks in a low, seductive tone, followed by kisses from my chest to my stomach. Then she stops and looks up through thick eyelashes, evergreen eyes burning into me.

“Doesn’t sound like me.” She shrugs before placing a couple more soft kisses on my stomach. Blood rushes to my cock, and I’m hard before she can even look up at me again and bat those eyelashes. She licks a line from my belly button to the top of my boxers, and I know I’m done for.

“What are you doing, Auds?” I ask and it comes out strained. A devilish grin tips up the edges of her lips.

“I want to thank you,” she says and the look on her face mixed with the tone of her voice tells me she doesn’t mean a verbal one. All the blood is rushing to my cock, getting ready to be thanked, making it damn near impossible to show some self-restraint.

I find the one little thread of self-restraint and hold on to it. Before I have my fun with her, I need her to know there is nothing to thank me for.

Most of all, I need her to know when I do something for her, she doesn’t owe me anything. Especially not this. I grab her jaw gently and pull her up to kiss me.

“You don’t owe me anything. When I do something for you, it’s because I want to. Not because I expect to be repaid. Especially in sexual favors,” I say, keeping my gentle grip on her jaw, making her look at me. She loses her edge and her seductive face falls to a softer one. “Every time I have you like this I want it to be because it’s what you want. Not what you think I want—or worse, what you think I deserve, okay?” She nods, holding eye contact with me.

“Idowant this. Thanking you was just a bonus,” she says, leaning forward to kiss me again. I don’t have to be told twice. If Audra wants something I’m going to give it to her. Especially this.

“What do you want?” I ask, cocking a brow at her.

“You.” I wrap an arm around her back, holding her tight to me, and flip us both over.

Now I’m hovering over her, and she’s looking up at me. I lower my head placing a kiss on her lips then a line of kisses down the side of her neck. I follow the line back up with my tongue and she rewards me with a quiet moan in the back of her throat.

“We aren’t the only ones home. You’re going to have to be quiet for me. Can you do that?” I ask her with a quirked brow. She nods quickly. We’ll see about that.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” I ask, putting my hand in hers to let her show me. She doesn’t speak but she drags my hand between us and down her body until she plants my hand between her legs. I’m the luckiest fucker in the world and no one knows it. I know it, though.

I hum in response and slip my hand under the hem of the panties she’s wearing under my t-shirt.

Soaking. Fucking. Wet.

My eyes snap shut in an attempt to gather myself enough to not come in my pants like I’m seventeen.

“Fucking soaked.” I manage to grit out in the crook of her neck. I slide my fingers through the wetness a few times before sinking a finger inside.

Once again I feel like it takes me straight to heaven. A not-so-quiet moan slips out of her when I do. I shush her but I can’t ignore the ego boost of her not being able to stay silent. I push in and out working her slowly up to a second finger and then a third. She tries her best to hold back her moans but she isn’t doing great.

The stroke to my ego is almost enough to make me not care. I can feel her orgasm nearing as she pulses around my fingers and her attempt at being quiet gets weaker and weaker. I bring my thumb to her clit and she cries out. I halt everything I’m doing and she whines in frustration.

“Quiet, baby, remember?” I test.

“I’ll be quiet. Just let me come, please,” she whines. Audra begging has to be my kryptonite because once she says please, I know no matter how loud she gets, I’m going to give her what she wants. I pick back up where I left off and she begins crying out again. The sounds she makes go straight to my cock and I’m so hard it hurts.

“I’m close,” she pants out.

“I know.” I keep my pace and plant a kiss on her lips to muffle the sounds she’s making. She comes undone under me. Moaning in my mouth and squeezing around my fingers, soaking my hand. I pull my hand up to my mouth and suck my fingers clean. Her eyes go wide and she pulls her lip between her teeth.

“I want to taste you,” she says, reaching between us and palming me through my boxers. A low groan bubbles from the back of my throat. I push my hips forward, pressing myself into her hand. Through my boxers, she wraps her hand around me.

“You don’t have to,” I tell her. The devil on my shoulder tells me to shut the fuck up and let the pretty girl under me wrap her lips around my cock. I just need to know she doesn’t think she owes this to me.

“I want to,” she says, leaning up on her elbows and kissing me. “Ireallywant to,” she adds.

“You’re sure?” I ask. It’s the last thread of restraint I’ve got. She nods her head. It’s all the convincing I need. I flip over laying on my back next to her. She sits up and kisses from my belly button to my boxers. She pulls my cock out from the confines of my boxers and goddamn does it look good with her hand wrapped around it.

“What if I’m not good at it?” she asks, looking at me for some reassurance.

“It’s you. It’ll be good,” I assure her, gathering her long hair in my hand and holding it out of her face. She nods at me and then plants the tiniest kiss on the tip. I swallow hard, fighting the groan.

“Tell me what you like. Tell me what to do,” she says, looking up at me.Anything you do.I don’t say that though. Instead, I give her a real answer.

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