Page 66 of Worth the Ruin
So, yeah, I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this for as long as I can. He slows things down, licking gently against my sensitive skin, and every lap of his tongue sends ripples of pleasure through my entire body.
“Mmm that feels so good.” I push myself up so I’m sitting and tunnel my hands in his hair. He meets my gaze through his long lashes while he licks me. God the sight of him, face buriedbetween my thighs, his eyes intent on mine.It’s so fucking hot. “I love seeing you eat my pussy, Austin,” I rasp, gently rocking my hips. His eyes flash and then slide shut, a shudder running through him and a soft groan rumbling against me. He reaches down and by the way the muscles in his bicep and chest move, I know he’s stroking himself. Talk about fucking sexy.
“Oh God,” I whisper. I’m already getting close again, a slower build this time, but more power behind it. “Don’t stop…just like that…don’t stop.” He doesn’t, bless him, and I ignite all over again, throwing my head back to cry out. Shudders rack my body, little aftershocks feeling like tiny explosions.
I tug at his hair, urging him upward. His skin is flushed, sweat dampening the hair around his temples. I wrap one hand around the back of his neck and slam my lips to his. I can taste myself on his tongue but I don’t care. Truth be told, it’s kind of hot. I don’t waste time, my need is riding me too fucking hard. I shove my other hand down the front of his sweats. He hisses against my lips as I wrap my fingers around his shaft, his skin hot and smooth beneath my palm as I stroke his straining erection—his verylargestraining erection.Fuck me.I have a moment of trepidation. It’s been years since I’ve slept with anyone. I might as well be a fucking virgin again at this point…and Austin Traeger is packing some serious heat.
Either way, I can’t wait any more. I shove at his sweats, wanting them off so I can have my turn to play, but before I can get what I want, he lifts me off the table. I yelp, the sound giving way to a giggle as he carries me back to the mattress. He lays me down and stands, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his pants. I push up on my elbows, biting my lip and arching a brow.
“Well, come on then. Don’t keep me waiting.”
He laughs, low and husky, shaking his head.
“As you wish,” he says with a wink. I grin, the fact that he remembered one of my favorite movies sending a stupid littleflutter through my stomach, but the smile fades as I watch the material slide away.
Holy. Fuck.
I jolt upright, my entire body going somehow rigid and boneless all at once. Austin’s cock is practically pulsing. Thick and hard, straining forward. I can’t decide what I want more: to suck him or fuck him.
He grips his cock, slowly stroking his shaft as I watch, and I can only imagine what I look like right now. I figure it’s something akin to one of those cartoon dogs who sees a giant steak, all giant heart eyes and drool. Might as well haveAWOOGA!flashing over my head like a neon sign.
“Get your ass down here right now Austin Traeger.”
He flashes me that cocky grin that I love and crawls towards me across the mattress. He leans in and kisses me, slow and deep. I run my hands over his arms and chest, down his back, wanting to learn every inch of him, the story behind every scar, the meaning behind every tattoo, the places that make him shiver when touched.
He pulls back and gives me a serious look.
“You aren’t going to try some secret spy moves on me, are you? This isn’t all some very elaborate long con to take me out?”
I laugh and walk my fingers up his chest. “Would you feel safer if my hands were tied?”
He closes his eyes and groans.
“Don’t you tempt me, Melody…”
I grin, pulling him down to kiss me again. I’ll never get tired of kissing this man. I snake my hand between us, wrapping my hand around his cock again. I shift so that he’s cradled between my thighs and guide him to the right spot. He hisses in a breath between clenched teeth and levers himself up on straightened arms. He stares down at me, waiting, and when I nod, he slowly shifts his hips forward and I gasp.
Hollllllly shit. He’s big. Too big. Fuck I don’t know if I can do this.
He holds himself still.
“Oh God, I don’t think…I don’t know if I can…”
“Look at me,” he commands gently. I pry my eyes open and meet his stare. “You can. Just breathe, baby.” I take a deep breath, nodding, and he slides in another inch. “That’s it.” I take measured breaths as he eases his way forward. It’s easier now, and him talking me through it isn’t just helpful—it’s extremely hot. I get wetter, more turned on than I’ve ever been, and he glides in another couple of inches. “That’s my girl. I knew you could take it. Fuck, Melody…”
He thrusts his hips and he’s as far as he can go. He groans, almost a growl, deep in his chest, and I make some unintelligible sound that definitely isn’t English. My back bows and I dig my nails into the small of his back. It’s tight, but not painful, more just the feeling of pressure and beingso. Fucking. Full. He waits, not moving while I adjust.
“Alright?” His voice is strained, his muscles rigid as he waits.
I shift my ass a little and things are golden.
“Ohh yeah,” I moan, “sofucking good.” I hike my thigh over his hip and urge him to keep going, needing him to move, needing him to fuck me the way I’ve been dreaming of for months. He draws his hips back and rocks them forward again, sliding even deeper than before. It’s beyond pleasure. It’s a bliss that’s so intense it’s almost painful, and I’ll never, ever get enough. He starts to move,reallymove, pounding in a punishing rhythm.
“So fucking tight,” he grits as he slams into me. “God, Melody…”
“Don’t stop,” I pant, “Harder, Austin.”
“Oh, my girl wants harder?”His girl. Another stupid little flip of my stomach, but it’s quickly forgotten when he shiftsback on his knees. He hooks his elbows under my knees and lifts me up, slamming his hips forward over and over and over. My head thrashes and it feels so good I think I might die from the pleasure of it. Is that possible?What a way to fucking go.I realize with a semi-annoying jolt that maybe all the girls back at FOShadn’tbeen acting after all. They may have been playing it up a bit to stroke the HMFIC’s ego, sure, but he really isthatfucking good. The way he moves his body, the way he works his fingers and tongue, the way he seems to know exactly what I need, where I need it, and when. He’s a certified sex god.
