He was more demonstrative as he helped her into the car, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple before shutting the door.
When he started the car, she closed her eyes.
“You’re not going to fall asleep on me, are you?” he asked.
She made exaggerated snoring noises.
There was a pause, and then he started laughing. She opened her eyes and rolled her head on the headrest to look at him. “I like your laugh.”
He glanced at her, the streetlights cutting over his face, his normally tense expression now softened. She wondered if it was the result of the wine, her, or a little of both.
“You do?” he said. “Well, you often make me laugh.”
Those words sent a warm curl into her belly. “I need to stay on top of my game. Come up with new material.”
He laughed softly. “I don’t doubt your talent.”
When they pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex, she pointed to the guest parking spots. His car looked odd, mixed with the nineties models that populated the lot.
She wondered if he’d assume he was invited up to her apartment. When he threw the car into park, he didn’t turn off the engine, but turned to look at her. Only one eye was visible in a shaft of light—the rest of his face was in shadow. That eye was on her, assessing.
She unlocked her seat belt and opened her door. Over her shoulder she said, “Well, are you coming?”
He raised his eyebrows.
She lowered a heel to the ground. “You promised me something.” She stood up with a smile on her face and closed the car door behind her. She hadn’t had a man in her apartment other than Chad in…well, way too long. She’d placed so much emphasis on her career, and while it still meant the world to her, she had never felt alive like she did with Austin. Video games had been her escape for so long, a way to operate in a carefully controlled world. She lived for it. But that was nothing compared to her reaction in Austin’s presence, his strong palm on her neck.
Marley walked to her apartment without looking behind her. She heard a car door shut, a beep of the locks, and then footfalls. Austin didn’t run to catch up; he trailed her by about five feet, his shoes clacking on the staircase as they made their ascent to the third floor.
A zing shot through her. This was like a hunt, and she was his prey. God, how she wanted to be his prey, like a mouse in his talons.
This was all she needed, this game. She was turned on all over again, the area between her legs slick. She wanted more than his mouth and his fingers. She wanted that cock he’d promised, sliding into her, slow and tortuous, then hot and pounding until they both collapsed from exhaustion.
Her skin heated, her clothes too tight, constricting. She scratched under her neckline and turned to look at Austin over her shoulder.
His eyes were on her, the pale irises catching the light in the stairwell. She walked faster, as much as she could in her heels, and his steps picked up.
It was a game, she knew that. But she liked it, feeling like he was chasing her, that anticipation of his hands on her.
She reached her apartment door and pulled her keys out of her purse. His footsteps stopped and his shadow fell over her door.
She managed to get the keys in the lock and then his body was there, crowding her inside. The door slammed shut behind her and then her back was against the door, his heat at her front.
He palmed the door on either side of her head and ran his nose up the cord on the side of her neck. “You liked that, didn’t you? Me chasing you.”
She didn’t bother answering. He knew her body so well.
He took a hand off the door and settled it at her throat. She brought her hands up and clutched his forearm. He stared at her fingers, where they wrapped around his wrists, nails digging into his skin.
His eyes darkened. “What else does my Evelyn fantasize about?”
Him. He was the subject of her fantasies. She’d never touched herself as much as she had since she met him.
“Tell me,” he whispered.
She swallowed. “Me…bent over the kitchen table, my skirt around my waist and…my ass red because you spanked me.”
His eyes fluttered closed and when he opened them again, he seemed to have trouble focusing. When he spoke again, his voice was husky. “What else?”
“Me, on my knees in the shower. Your cock in my mouth. Your fingers twisted in my wet hair.”
“Christ,” he swore under his breath. He stepped closer now, and his hardness brushed against her hip.
She swallowed. “You, fucking me from behind, like that…GIF. Remember?”
His lips were parted, harsh breaths coming from between them. “Of course I fucking remember.”
She smiled. His eyes watched her mouth.
And then his lips slammed down on hers as he pressed a thigh between her legs. She arched her back and hips off of the wall as he devoured her, that strong hand on her throat keeping her head in place.
She didn’t know what picture she made as she ground herself onto his thigh. She didn’t care. Because she wanted him…needed him. But he kept his hips far enough away that she couldn’t feel what she wanted to feel.
“Austin,” she moaned into his mouth.
He pulled away, his lips wet and swollen. He let go of her throat and stepped back, his gaze trailing down her body and back again. “Bedroom.”
Marley made to step out of her heels but he shook his head. “Leave those on.”
She rolled her lips between her teeth and ducked her head. She walked past him, his intense gaze on her skin like a brand.
He followed her, his steps hard and purposeful. There was that hunted feeling again, the prickle on the back of her neck echoing between her legs.
When they reached her bedroom, she flicked on the light beside her bed and turned to face Austin. He was looking around the room, and when he found her floor length mirror on her wall by her closet, he smiled.
It was an evil smile.
She liked it.
“Go stand in front of the mirror,” he directed, his voice low.
She did as she was told.
“Take off your dress,” he murmured softly.
The zipper was low, so she could reach it herself. She watched him in the mirror, watching her, as she zipped it down her back to the top of her ass. She let it pool at her feet, then stepped out of it and kicked it aside. She stood in front of the mirror now, in her heels, thigh-highs, garter belt, thong, and bra. All black lace.
Just like the GIF. She’d planned that.
Her lips were swollen and her hair was a mess of curls. She had never been a woman to wax on about her appearance in any way. But right now…she felt beautiful, sexy. Wanton.
Movement in the mirror caught her attention. Behind her, Austin took off his suit jacket and folded it neatly, setting it on the bench at the end of her bed. Then he slipped out his cufflinks and set those on her dresser. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and unbuttoned his shirt, baring his chest underneath.
Then he stepped out of his shoes and peeled off his socks, stuffing them inside his shoes. Everything was done slowly, meticulously. Probably all meant to drive her crazy and that was okay. It sure as hell was driving her crazy.
Only then, when he was barefoot, dress shirt unbuttoned, bulge in his pants, did he meet her gaze in the mirror.
He walked toward her slowly. “How could you think I’d forget that GIF, Marley?”
She swallowed and didn’t answer. He stopped behind her and lowered his eyes. A palm skimmed the top of her bare ass. Her eyes fell shut, then slammed back open as he smacked the top of one ass cheek, and then the other. Each crack was loud in the silent room, startling her. She stumbled on her heels and almost fell, but Austin grabbed her around the throat and hauled her back against his body.
With his other hand, he soothed the sting of his slaps. The calluses on his fingers rasped over her skin and she moaned. He watched her in the mirror. “One day, I�
�ll put you over my knee”—he smirked—“or the kitchen table, and do that again.”
She squirmed.
“Would you like that?”
She gulped against his hand. “Yes.”
Keeping his one hand at her throat, he pulled down the cups of her bra, so her breasts swung free. He slapped the tips lightly, which tightened her nipples and forced another groan from her throat.
“Are you watching yourself, Marley?” he asked, his moist breath coating her neck. “Are you watching as I enjoy what’s mine?”
She honestly considered shoving her fingers in her panties and rubbing her clit until she came. Jesus, his voice. It was like honey. “Yes, I’m watching.”
He stepped closer, and she could feel his erection at the top of her ass. He ran the back of his fingers down her stomach and then traced the line of her thong below her belly button. “This is what you want, right? This is what you saw on your computer. A man’s hand at your throat? His hand down your panties?”
Not just any man, she wanted to say. You. Before she met Austin, every time she fantasized about that, it had been with a faceless man. It had been all about her, her pleasure. But now, she knew only Austin would do in this scenario. And she wanted to please him.
Instead of saying that, all she did was nod.
His fingers dipped into her thong and then cupped her, his middle finger slipping into her slit. She was still wet from before, still so sensitive. He pulled on her throat, squeezing, so she had to lean back on his shoulder and part her lips to get air. She trusted him, though, to make sure this was safe, to make sure this was good for her. And God it was good. It was amazing. It was perfect, his hand at her throat, squeezing, owning, possessing, while his fingers worked magic below in her wetness.
“Look at yourself,” he rasped, face beside hers.
She opened her eyes to watch his hand go in and out, in and out of her thong.
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful, Marley,” he said.
She blinked her eyes as the sting of tears began. “Me either.”
His tongue ran along the shell of her ear. “I promised you something if you were good. And oh, my Evelyn, you’ve been so good.”
Marley closed her eyes as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
“Do you want my cock, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“In front of this mirror? You bent over, so you can watch as I fuck you?”
“Jesus.” She could already see it—her braced against the mirror, his hands on her hips, his eyes watching where he plunged his cock in and out of her.
Oh God, she wanted that.
“That’s what Marley wants,” he murmured in her ear.
“H-How do you know?”
“I can see it in your face.”
He stepped away from her, his hand falling from her throat, his fingers slipping out of her underwear. She managed to stay on her feet by bracing her hands on the mirror in front of her. He unclasped her bra and slipped it down her arms, and then he helped her step out of her thong. He told her to stay in her garter belt, thigh-highs, and heels. She didn’t object.
He flicked open the button on his pants and pulled down his zipper. She watched as he pulled out his cock, thick and hard, jutting from a base of curly dark hair. He was mostly clothed and she was mostly…not.
And it was so hot.
He tore open a condom wrapper he pulled from his pocket, then slid the condom down his length. He stood square behind her, stroking his cock a couple of times, his gaze on her ass.
“Bend over more. Stick out your ass for me, sweetheart.”
She did, bracing her forearms on the mirror, tilting her ass up so he could see her. On display. His for the taking.
Sure it was a game, but he was controlling it. And she was happy about that. He was quite good at the controls, which buttons to press and in what order. At least, all her buttons.
He stepped closer and gripped her hip. He ran the tip of his cock through her wetness, and she whimpered when he ran it over her clit.
His face was intense, heated. The only indication she had that he’d had enough foreplay was a slight widening of his stance. Because then he gripped her hips and slammed into her.
She cried out, almost hitting her forehead on the mirror. She flexed her arms, bracing herself more solidly. Then a hand wrapped in the curls at her neck, pulling her head back. “Watch us,” he said hoarsely.
That command was what she needed as he pulled out to the tip and plunged back in, then out. His hips slammed into her ass and she arched her back. His balls slapped against her as he began a steady rhythm. His eyes were glued to their connection, watching himself enter her body again and again.
She watched as her breasts jolted beneath her, her lips opened on a silent cry. Her knees shook in her heels. And despite his hold on her hip and hair, she was flying. Her brain shut off and soared because there was only pleasure, and a little bit of pain. And Austin. And them. This moment as their bodies joined.
“Oh God,” she whispered, because she could feel her orgasm building but she needed more. She couldn’t let go of the mirror or she’d fall. His eyes shot to hers and he watched her face in the mirror.
While still connected, he pulled her up, clutching her throat with one hand, his other dipping down, those fingers swirling over her clit. With her in her heels, their heights matched up so he could continue pumping in and out of her. His breath panted into her ear, the slick skin of his chest was hot on her back.
His fingers worked magic in tandem with his cock, and she was close, oh so close. If his stuttering rhythm was any indication, he was too.
He kept his gaze locked on hers as he lowered his head and sucked on her neck, and that added bit of pressure, along with a squeeze to her throat, was all she needed to send her over the edge. She cried out as she came. And came. And came. On his fingers, on his cock. The spasms echoed all over her body.
This was it. This was the moment where she let go, where she flew, where she lived. Where nothing was her responsibility but pleasure—for herself and for Austin—and when they were together, it was like second nature.
This was when she was alive. And this was what she’d been missing.
She clutched his hips as they faltered behind her, and then he shoved his face into her neck and groaned against her skin. He pulsed inside of her, and she let her eyes close as he found his release.
She breathed deeply, registering that her feet were killing her and her legs were noodles.
Austin raised his head off of her neck, and looked at her in the mirror. Their gazes met and held. His one hand was on the top of her chest, the other splayed along her belly. He closed his fingers and then opened them again, pressing them into her skin. She raised an arm weakly and curled it around his head, sifting through his hair.
He blinked slowly, like he’d been drugged. “You’re incredible.”
She smiled. “You’re pretty okay, yourself.”
One corner of his mouth curled up. He stepped back slowly, separating himself from her, and she wondered if that felt as wrong for him as it did for her.
He picked her up with an arm at her back and one under her knees. He took two steps and laid her down on the bed. She watched as he slipped off her heels and rolled down her thigh-highs and garter belt. Then he pressed a kiss to her hip. “I’ll be right back.”
She nodded and watched as he walked into her bathroom.
The toiled flushed, the sink ran. And then he walked back in the room, sans pants. Sans anything. His hair was mussed from her fingers and his chest was damp from sweat. The muscles in his thighs bulged with each step and she made a mental note to bite one later.
“Do you sleep naked?” she asked.
He paused, eyes on her, with an intense expression on his face. She opened her mouth to ask him what he was thinking, but then he shook his head, and his face relaxed. He closed the distance to the bed and put a knee to the mattress. H
e lifted up the comforter, helping her scramble underneath it then sliding in beside her. He wrapped an arm around her waist. “I do now.”
She reached out and cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb over the stubble on his jaw. Then she pressed a kiss to his lips. “Thank you for a wonderful date.”
His eyes were half-closed. “It wasn’t a comic convention but I hope it was sufficient.”
She laughed. “Quite sufficient.”
He tucked her into his side. “Good, now go to sleep and we can do some more sufficient things tomorrow morning.”
She nestled into his chest, her fingers slipping down his ribs to rest on his hip. “I’d like that.”
He kissed the top of her head, and she pressed closer, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. She’d get up in a minute and wash her face and brush her teeth. But for now, she didn’t want to move.
Chapter Eleven
Fingers traced over his skin in small circles, swirling the short hair on his chest. At first his body tensed, and those fingers paused. He willed himself to relax his muscles, one by one. Because he remembered now where he was—in Marley’s bed, her hands on him, her hair tickling his shoulder.
It was a weird sensation to wake up next to anyone. He hadn’t done it since…college maybe, and that had probably been when he lived with Grant. Waking up next to a warm body was unfamiliar, but he’d made the decision last night. His first instinct had been to put on his clothes and go home, but then he’d seen Marley in her bed, naked, with a flushed face and small smile. And he hadn’t wanted to leave. He wanted to stay in her presence.
Now, as her hand lowered to the furred ridges of his abs, he knew he’d made the right call. One lone finger traced the trail leading down to his cock. Which was also awake. Very awake.
Her weight beside him shifted, and he still kept his eyes closed as the sheet shifted from around his hips. Cool air hit his cock and balls.
Then those fingers wrapped around his shaft and the head was engulfed in a tight, suctioning heat.
He opened his eyes then on a groan to the sight of Marley between his legs. Her hair was a riot of curls, and the morning sun streaking through the curtains glinted off the highlights of red in the strands. Her lips pulled off of his cock, and she looked at him from under her lashes.
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