The Wright Mistake(60)

I reached out and wrapped my hand around his throbbing cock.

“Only you, babe.”

“What was I doing that got you so hard?”

He panted, slamming his hand against the wall, as I drew out his pleasure. “First, you sucked me off.”

I moved my mouth forward and brought my tongue all the way up his cock. Then, I sucked in the head.

“And then?” I asked.

“Then, you let me take that sweet ass of yours.”

“That what you want?”

His eyes met mine as I left bright red lipstick marks all up and down his cock. That was a yes.

I could feel him tensing, getting ready to come. As if he couldn’t hold out any longer. He shot sticky liquid into my mouth, bracing himself against the wall of the shower and crying out.

“Fuck, Jules! Jesus Christ! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cried.

I swallowed his come and teetered back on my heels. “You’re going to be saying that a lot,” I teased.

I reached for the strap on one of my heels to take it off.

Austin’s hand shot out. “Don’t fucking take those off.”

“Oh?”

“I’m fucking you in that. Only that.” His eyes traveled over my flushed body. “I’m never going to be able to look at those heels again without thinking about you showing up and getting me off.”

I blushed, pleased with myself. Austin reluctantly wiped the lipstick off his dick, turned off the shower, and then dragged me into his room.

“I want to try this,” he said.

“Try what?”

He grabbed a bottle of lube, and then we walked back downstairs.

He moved me over to his couch and then bent me over the arm of it. He smacked my ass, leaving a stinging pain in its wake. I gasped and squeezed my legs together. But it was a waste. I was spread open for him and completely at his mercy. And I was soaking wet. So ready for him.

“God, Jules,” he groaned as he pressed his cock against my opening.

I whimpered as he entered me, taking me in long, easy strokes. I didn’t know how I was even functioning with how he was teasing me. He held on to my hips hard. I could see why he’d wanted to try this. The arm of the couch was the perfect level. And he bottomed out over and over and over again.

“Perfect. You’re perfect,” he said, shaking from exertion.

We were both already so close again. I could feel the early waves of an orgasm washing over me. I sank my hands into the sofa cushion and muffled a scream into the pillow.

“Not yet,” he instructed.

“Please,” I begged.

I felt a cold squeeze of lube over my ass. He pressed one finger into the hole and then another. I tensed around him, and then I took a deep breath and relaxed.

“You ready to come for me?”

I nodded, pushing my ass toward him. He chuckled at my desperation to have him take me like that. I wasn’t ashamed that I loved it. We both did. And I was going to come so hard once he filled me.

The head of his cock touched my ass, and slowly, he stretched me around him. I gasped as my body opened to take him all the way in. It burned at first, but as soon as he fit into me, that subsided. And all I felt was pleasure as he moved in and out of me with ease. Not slamming into me, as he had with my pussy, but taking care with my ass. Knowing that every little movement shook us each to our core.

The next time Austin filled me, I came with a force. I squeezed around him, and he finished with me. My body was properly filled, fucked, and finished. Austin withdrew, and still, I didn’t move. I didn’t know if I could.

“That was…wow,” I murmured into the pillow.

“Yeah. It really was,” he said.





Twenty-Five



Julia


After a few minutes, we both moved to clean ourselves up. Another shower was in order. Then, Austin had to find me clothes of his to wear until my dress was dry. There was no hope for my hair. I was just lucky to find a hair tie, so I could slick it up into a ponytail.

I crashed back on his bed and yawned. “You took everything out of me. I could go to sleep.”

Austin smirked, all proud of himself. “I’d just have to wake you up for another round when I got back.”

“You’d have to convince me. This one was a thank-you.”

He shot me a quizzical look. “A thank-you?”

“Yeah. For the flowers.”

His expression didn’t change. “What flowers?”

I shot up in bed, a stone sinking in the pit of my stomach. “The lilies you sent me.”

“Uh, I didn’t send you lilies.”

“Wh-what?”

“Who’s sending you flowers, Jules?” he asked with a laugh. “Who do I need to beat up?”

“I…” I sputtered. “Oh no.”