The Wright Mistake(59)

I signed the paper and handed it back to the guy. He passed me a green glass vase with a bouquet of white lilies in it. My favorite.

I kicked the door closed and brought the vase inside. After setting it on the kitchen counter, I searched for the card. But there was no card.

“Seriously?” I said, glaring at the door again. Brought the flowers and forgot the card. At least it was obvious who they were from.

I grabbed my phone and checked the time. Austin wasn’t leaving to go out for Patrick’s birthday for another hour. That was plenty of time.

I laughed and tore out of my clothes again. Austin had no idea how much flowers were my utter weakness. They always had been. He’d done good.

I dug through my closet and found the slinky midnight-blue dress Heidi had talked me into a couple of weeks ago. I’d have to endure the heels again after all. I reached for my totally-not-work-appropriate, fuck-me strappy heels that made my legs and ass look sexy as hell. Two things I knew Austin couldn’t resist. I tousled my hair and applied a thick layer of red lipstick.

My phone, car keys, and Ray-Bans went into my purse, and I tossed the strap of my leather crossbody over my head. I took one big inhale of the lilies’ perfume before sauntering out of the apartment, ready to let my boyfriend know how much I appreciated the flowers.

Thankfully, Austin’s house wasn’t that far from my apartment. I parked on the street and walked straight through the front door without knocking.

“Austin,” I called into the house.

No answer.

Hmm.

I slammed the door shut behind me, dropped my bag, and took the stairs up to his room. I could hear the shower running from the master. My mind drifted away from me, imagining the hot naked man behind that door. The sculpted abs, the sexy V, the tatted biceps, the long, hard dick waiting for me.

I pressed the door open and saw Austin’s naked figure silhouetted against the glass door to the shower. My feet stopped moving, and my mouth fell open. Austin had his dick in his hand. His head was tilted back. He was working himself back and forth. Jacking off with such vigor that my mouth watered, and heat spread between my thighs. I could watch this all day.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

Austin’s head whipped to the open door. His breathing was ragged. I swallowed as our eyes locked through the glass…and he didn’t stop stroking himself.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

I squeezed my legs together as my body ached for him. And he wasn’t stopping. God!

While he watched me, I ran my hand up my bare thigh and under my minidress. I found that most sensitive area and stroked across the light fabric. It was wet. I pushed the material aside, swiped some of that wetness, and swirled it around on my clit. My body shuddered at the contact. I could come like this.

He’d stopped stroking as he watched me with fascination. My eyes glazed at the touch, and I let out a breathy gasp.

Finally, he pushed the door open. His eyes were dark and needy.

“You going to get your ass in here and let me finish you off?” he demanded.

“Depends,” I said.

“No, it fucking doesn’t. Get out of that fucking dress now, or I’m going to get it very wet.”

“Oh, I get a choice now?”

Austin growled low. Then, he stepped over the threshold, his dick jutting from his body, and bodily pulled me into the shower. I laughed as all my handiwork got soaked. There’d been no point in fixing my hair or the dress or any of it. Austin hardly cared.

I held my finger up to him. “Want to taste what you do to me?”

He gripped my hand at the wrist and then took my entire index finger into his mouth. Then, he sucked me off, as if I were powdered sugar on a funnel cake.

“That what you want me to do to you?” I murmured, mesmerized by the way his tongue played with my finger.

He popped my finger out of his mouth and then found the zipper on my dress. He yanked the thing off along with my strapless bra, tossing them both from the shower without care. Then, he dropped to his knees, dragging my underwear all the way down my legs. They ended up in a corner, but I lost all coherent thought as he pushed me against a wall, drew my heeled foot up and over his shoulder, and then buried his face into my pussy.

“I love watching you touch yourself,” he said, nipping at my clit. “But your pussy coming under my tongue is better.”

And I did uncontrollably. Seeing him pleasure himself had gotten me so wet that the slightest provocation from Austin’s tongue sent me straight over the edge.

I dropped to my knees as my orgasm rocketed through me.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned.

“You’re going to be saying that a lot.”

My eyes locked with his. “Were you thinking about me?”