"Sorry, Austin. You'll never convince me to leave my club," she says softly. "I mean, why would I do that?"
Now it's her turn to grin at me, a burning wickedness flickering in her eyes. "I mean, Dirty Destiny is so much better than Python." She's at least as cocky as I am, I have to give her that.
But Dirty Destiny being better than Python? Jesus, now she's just fucking crazy.
"You know, that fucking hurt," I say to her. Don't worry, doll. Destiny knows I'm fucking teasing her. She knows what kind of rodeo I run. "Your words, they're... hard," I tell her, and then she just leans and places her hand on my crotch, squeezing my half-hard cock.
We're both silent as her hand squeezes my throbbing cock one more time. My brain is about to fucking explode.
"Not really. But it's got potential," she says.
Did she really just fucking say that?
Or did I just imagine it?
I take one deep breath and look down, and there's her hand, her fingers curled around the hard shape under my pants.
Acting without fucking thinking, I go up to my feet.
Our faces are close, and it feels as if the air separating our mouths is electrified somehow. Leaning into her, I place my lips next to her ear.
"Let's get out of here," I whisper. "Explore that potential."
She smiles.
67
Destiny
Well, I didn't expect to end up in his apartment, that's for sure. But it just seemed like the right thing to do, you know? Sure, Lester warned me all about Austin-how there's more under the surface, how Python isn't really what it seems to be. But I'm a grown girl, and I can take care of myself. And this is just sex, it's not like I'm going to marry him.
"You've been dying for this, haven't you?" I ask Austin the moment we step inside his apartment, a devilish smile dawning on my lips. He doesn't even show me around; he just pauses and, with a growl, runs his hand up my neck and tangles his fingers in my hair. He yanks my head back and, looking me straight in the eye, grins.
"That's right," he tells me, his grin widening with each of his words. "But so have you," he continues, slowly leaning into me. He stops when there's only one inch separating our lips and, as I try to close the distance, he yanks harder on my hair. Then, he finally crushes his mouth against mine, his full lips a perfect match.
Just one kiss, and he has already told me a lot about him. He wants control … He needs it. Even if I want the same things that he does, he wants to be the one in charge. Not because he wants to show off, or prove that he's manly. It's simply who he is, and I doubt that he knows how to live-and fuck-any other way. Maybe I'll show him a thing or two … After all, I'm not known as the submissive type.
"I know what you're thinking," he whispers into my ear after slowly peeling his lips off of mine. "I know your type."
"Do you?" I ask him, moving fast and taking my hand right to his crotch. I curl my fingers around the thick shape pushing against the fabric of his pants-hell, he's really big, but he doesn't even react. "You know nothing about me."
"Oh, but I do. I know enough," he whispers again, both his hands sliding down the side of my body and stopping right on my waist. He pushes me back until I hit the wall, all air leaving my lungs as I feel the solid surface against my body. One of his hands goes back to my hair, and he grabs it again, holding my head in place as he looks into my eyes. "I know that you don't like to be dominated … That you prefer to dominate. But, babe, you've never met a man like me."
"You sure know how to talk," I tease him, staring at him in defiance. My fingers are still curled around his mast, and it pulses against my hand as I speak, sending a shiver up my spine. "But what I want... is to see what you can do."
"I'm not sure if you can take it," he says, his grin growing larger as the pressure of his fingers on my hair intensifies. "Because once I fuck you, you'll be hooked." I grin back at him, squinting my eyes in a challenge.
"Like I said … Talk's cheap." As if my words have struck a chord, he forces me to turn on my heels and pins me against the wall. I place both my hands on the wall for support, and he presses his body on mine in an instant, his muscular torso right against my back. I feel his hard pectorals, and … are those abs? God, I need to see what he's hiding under that shirt of his. He looks good with clothes on, and I really can't wait to see what he's hiding under his clothes.
My eyelids droop as, leaning, he brushes his lips over the naked skin of my neck. His kisses are gentle, but under his gentleness there's a coiled aggressiveness, an undertone of danger and adrenaline … I have to admit, I haven't been this wet in a long time. And he has gotten me curious; how good can he be?
His hands go up to my shoulders, and his fingers find the straps of my dress. He pulls them down my arms, tugging at the fabric until it folds over my chest and hangs limply around my waist. Using only one finger, he traces a straight line down from between my shoulders, his fingertip going over the ridges of my spine until it finds the place where both thong and skin meet. His fingers go sideways then, moving around my hips as he traces the contour of my thong. He's taking his time, and he's doing it deliberately; he's teasing me, torturing me, waiting until I'm dying to have him … But I know the game he's playing, and I'm not going to let him do it.
I thrust my hips back, pressing my ass against his crotch in one sudden movement. I purse my lips, my heart tightening inside my chest as I feel his hard shape between my ass cheeks. How big is he? Ten, eleven inches … ? No, it has to be twelve at least. And not only is he long, he's thick as well, like a tall can of Coke. When I had my hand on his crotch, I could barely grab his cock with just one hand … I can't begin to imagine how it'll feel to have him inside of me. Now, I'm not an innocent girl; I've fucked so many men that I lost count, and some of them were truly big … But I don't think I've ever been with a man like Austin. And, more important than having a massive cock, I'm starting to believe that he really knows how to use it. The way he's touching my body, taking his time with maddening patience … He's an experienced man, there's no doubt about it.
I start to sway my hips, moving my body in waves and grinding against his cock. He keeps still, his fingers sliding over my skin as he lays slow kisses on my neck, and doesn't match my movements. He's trying to see if he can make me lose control; what he doesn't know is that I can also make him lose control. I move my hips faster, pressing my ass hard against his cock, and I feel his shaft pulsing violently between my ass cheeks. He's dying to fuck me; I can feel it.
"You're a nasty one, aren't you?" he asks me, his lips moving close to my ear.
"Why don't you find out?" I shoot back, my eyes still closed as I savor the way his thickness pushes against my ass. He moves fast, and I gasp as he turns me around once, pinning me against the wall and crushing his mouth against mine. I lose myself in his kiss for a few seconds, my skin prickling as he pushes his tongue inside my mouth. He's a good kisser, and I can tell you that it isn't that easy to find a man who knows how to kiss a woman. Most of them slobber all over you, and others are content with letting you lead them. But not Austin, no, he kisses me in such a way that my thong grows damp, the fabric sticking to my skin as I grow wetter.
"Now," he starts, pulling me out of the trance I'm in, "on your knees." His words hit me hard, the tone of his voice leaving no room for a snappy comeback. If this was any other man, I'd say, "no, you get on your knees," but right now, my knees are buckling, and I find myself going down before I can do anything about it. "Good," he whispers, and I reach for him with both my hands, moving almost unconsciously. I feel the leather on his belt, and I start unbuckling it, the metallic clink of the buckle sliding off sending a shiver up my spine.
My eyes widen as I see his cock straining against his boxer briefs, and I bite my bottom lip, anxiety kicking in like the sting from a wasp. I want to pull his boxers down, to see his cock in all its glory … But first I flatten the palm of my hand against the shape of his cock, my eyelids drooping as I feel it throbbing against me. Then, Austin lays both his hands on my head and I can't help myself, I hook my fingers on his boxer briefs and pull them down. His cock springs free, slapping the back of my hand as it goes up. Moving as fast as I can, I reach for it and grab him, first with just one hand, then with two. Remember when I told you that he had to be at least twelve inches long? Well, I was right. His cock isn't big or huge … it's massive, and it looks even more so with my small fingers wrapped around it.