Page 57 of The Thorne at My Side
"I've got a few ideas.”
Austin stands behind me and I hear his pants swish as he steps out of them. The anticipation of his touch is heavy in my veins. I gasp when he reaches into my hair and unclips the tortoise shell claw there.
He gently pulls the hair off my shoulder and then wraps one arm around my chest and pulls me back into his. His other hand starts to tease my opening from behind. His thumb providing a pressure against my ass I wasn't expecting. He slides his hand further forward and begins to massage my clit and my knees buckle as electricity shoots through my veins.
His grip across my chest tightens to keep me upright as he fingers me. It feels like he has fifteen fingers moving around with how quickly he taps my clit, massages my slit, and presses into the space between my cheeks.
"Oh fuck, yes, Austin," I breathe out as my knees begin to shake.
"That's it, I've got you," he whispers into my ear before he trails kisses down my neck and along my shoulder. "I've got you Maggie," he repeats.
I hear myself whimpering as his fingers, his words, bring me closer to the edge. My eyes slam shut as I feel his erection growing along my hip. I reach for it as he works me to the brink.
"Yes Maggie, so good," he says as his forehead falls to my shoulder and I stroke him harder, faster. Focusing on him took me away from my own orgasm but when he slides two fingers into me and presses into my ass, my eyes fly open and I squeak in pleasure. Two more pumps of his fingers inside me and I freeze. I jerk forward as my orgasm hits me with such intensity it feels like the wind has gotten knocked out of me.
"Oh god, Austin," I grit out as he massages me through the peak and into the valley.
He spins me towards him, my hand still closed around his steely length, and kisses me fiercely. I feel him throb under my palm and after indulging in a few more languid strokes of his tongue against mine, I break the kiss and drop to my knees.
"Fuck yes Maggie," he whispers as I lick the underside of his cock from the base to the tip before pulling his head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around him.
Our eyes follow each other as I begin to bob my head down his length. The corners of his eyes soften as he rakes his fingers through my hair and cradles my head. I grab his thighs for balance as my own legs begin to quiver.
Seeing how turned on he is exciting. The awe in his eyes is empowering.
"This is only slightly better than when you use your mouth to argue with me," he says with a twinkle and in response I suckhard and my cheeks hollow out.
He stumbles backwards at the sudden sensation and pops out of my mouth. I grin up at him from my knees on the floor and his own is returned with a hint of wickedness.
"You think you're pretty clever there huh?" Austin asks as he slowly strokes himself and steps back up to me. “Get on the bed.”
I stand and step past him. When I’ve got both knees on the mattress, Austin grabs me by the shoes and swings my feet to the headboard. My head hangs off the foot of the bed. For a moment he simply takes in the view before climbing onto the bed himself.
"Open up," he commands and I lick my lips before parting for him. He slowly dips himself down my throat and then he lowers his head between my legs and sucks my clit into his mouth, hard.
I try to scream but the noise is muffled around his cock. He comes back up to kneeling and looks down at me.
"Two can play at this game Maggie Collins," he says before squeezing my tits together and pinching my nipples. Again I groan with the sensation but all we can hear is a garbled sound.
He stands and slowly guides himself in and out of my mouth while holding my head carefully. The position is lewd but there is a reverence to his movements that makes me feel respected.
It is unlike anything I've ever experienced.
My hands instinctively move to my chest and I fondle my own breasts and watch his eyes zero in on the movement. The cold AC of the room hits between my legs and causes a chill to run through me as it meets the dampness there. I slide one of my hands down and finger myself.
Whenever I masturbate I either use a toy in the shower or lie on my stomach and ride my hand. I've never been laid out like this with my knees propped up in heels on a hotel comforter. My mind zooms out to what we look like together and the image sends another wave of arousal through me.
I groan again around his cock and Austin pulls out.
"How are you doing Maggie?"
"I wanna come again," I tell him because that's the only truth I can speak out loud. I can't tell him that I'm feeling things for him I've never felt for anyone else. I can't tell him I'm confused by these feelings. I can't tell him I consider him a friend. I can't tell him I'm thinking about not continuing with SMS Connect because I've met him.
"Let's get you another orgasm," he offers and then again he dips himself down my throat and leans forward. Instead of putting his mouth on me he uses his fingers to compliment the movements of my own hand. As I maneuver tight circles on my clit he sinks two fingers into me and curls them to rub along my inner walls. He holds himself up with a fist on the bed next to my waist as he continues to dip in and out of my mouth.
My knees start to shake and I know I'm close, I rub myself harder, he plunges in and out of me faster. My thighs slam together and I grind out my orgasm on our hands that are trapped between them. I whimper through the tension with Austin still in my mouth. As the stars dancing across my vision start to face and my legs relax he pulls out of my mouth and pumps his orgasm onto my breasts.
I watch him finish and admire the pure masculinity of him. The way his muscles flex, how his hand fits around himself while mine covered much less.
