The Wright Mistake(37)
He finally reached me, and his hands slipped, wet and full of confidence, down my sides.
“Austin,” I said warningly.
“Babe.”
His lips brushed mine once before he tasted his way down my neck. I wanted to stay pissed at him for throwing me in the fucking water again. But, somehow, I just arched my back and gave him better access. His tongue trailed up my neck, sending shivers down my body. He tugged on my earlobe with his teeth, and my lower half throbbed with desire.
Damn him!
Austin reached for the bottom of my T-shirt. I halfheartedly smacked his hand.
“You’re a pain in the ass. You know that, right?”
Austin laughed as he ripped my shirt up and over my head. “I’d be happy to oblige that, too.”
I flushed from head to toe, which only egged him on.
“God, I love that.”
His fingers skimmed the underside of my bra, enjoying every inch of milky-white skin before cupping the breast and squeezing.
“I have dreamed about these tits.”
He unhooked the bra and let them spill out before him. His mouth was hot on my nipple, teasing it with his tongue and sucking it to a peak. My head tilted back, and I arched into the side of the pool.
Austin Wright knew exactly what to do with this tongue. I was already shaking from the attention to my tits.
My fingers gripped his shirt, as I ached to see the six-pack underneath. He tugged it off, and it squelched as it dropped to the ground.
“Fuck,” I said, running my fingers over every taut inch.
“Yes, please.”
“I sure hope your neighbors can’t see into your backyard.”
“Eh, let them have a show.”
I laughed at him as he backed me into the shallow end. Only Austin would be so cavalier about anyone seeing us half-naked in his pool.
“I still can’t believe you threw me into this pool.”
He snapped the button on my shorts and dragged the zipper down to the base. His eyebrow quirked. “Are you complaining?”
I squirmed as he striped me fully naked, picked me up—as if I weighed nothing, which was far from the truth—and laid me out on the side of the pool like a feast before him. Yeah, no complaints from me.
“Jules?” he said, his fingers inching slowly up the inside of my thighs. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I spat out.
“You sure, babe?” He reached the apex of my legs and found out exactly how wet I was.
“Austin,” I squeaked.
“Fuck. You do want me,” he said, like the arrogant bastard he was.
He moved one finger into my pussy before spreading me open and inserting a second. I moaned at an indecent volume and could give two fucks if anyone heard. As he stroked me, he leaned forward, teasingly blowing on my clit.
“Yes, I want you!” I gritted out at the wonderful torment.
His answering laugh was muffled as he lowered his tongue to my clit and ravished me. My hips came off of the ground. My back arched. My entire core trembled as he licked, bit, and sucked my clit. He consumed me. I forgot where we were and nothing else mattered, just the feel of him.
I felt myself letting go. I writhed under him as the pressure mounted. But he wasn’t letting me get away. He wrapped his loose arm across my hips and pressed me into the ground. I was completely trapped by his tongue, and when I came, I completely released. I screamed into the night as Austin drew out my pleasure with a few gentle strokes into me.
Austin stepped out of his soaked shorts and boxers as I recovered. I eased into a sitting position, just now feeling the burn across my back from the ground. Oh well. Worth it.
“Come here,” Austin said.
He crooked a finger at me as he took a seat on the top step. I moved over to him, towering over him in a way I never could regularly.
“I think you might have liked that as much as I did.” My eyes drifted to his cock, standing up and waiting for me.
“I enjoy watching you come.”
His hands gripped my hips and drew me onto his lap. I straddled him, teasing the tip of his dick with my wet pussy. It was his turn to shudder.
“I enjoy this more,” he said before roughly pushing me down.
His cock thrust into me deep and without warning. It was a good thing I was soaking wet as I wrapped all around him.
“Jules,” he groaned. He leaned his head forward into my shoulder and kissed across my collarbone.
I didn’t want this to end. This feeling. This energy between us. The way we seemed to fit perfectly together. As if our bodies were two pieces of a puzzle, destined to match.
His hands on my ass guided me up and down on his dick. The motion was slow and building until he got impatient. Then, he picked me up and slammed me back down. My tits bounced in his face. All worries left my head.