Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(63)

In the back of my mind, I know she’s unbuttoning her jeans.

I know that this is going to go further than I intended.

I know that watching her reveal herself to me is going to be the hottest f*cking thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Hell, I know a lot of things, but the only thing I can focus on is making her moan my name again and again.

“More,” she begs.

I shift to her other breast, pushing her bra up this time, freeing both luscious tits to my hungry gaze. She shivers, goose bumps breaking out along her skin as I once again suck the hardened peak between my lips.

“Oh, fu-u-uck…” A throaty moan follows her words.

Ellie shifts beneath me, and a thud follows, which means she has managed to remove one of her boots. A couple of seconds later, the other falls to the floor.

I don’t think anything could possibly pull my focus off her tits, but then I feel her hand moving between our bodies, and I realize what she’s doing. Releasing her breast from my mouth, I fall to my side in time to see her hand dipping below the open zipper of her jeans, beneath her black lace panties as she works herself into a frenzy.

Okay, so that’s the hottest f*cking thing I’ve ever seen.

She pauses to shove her jeans lower. “It’s so hot in here.”

Yeah, well … the more clothing she removes, the hotter it gets. For me, anyway.

I watch in awe as she manages to shove her jeans down her hips, then shimmy out of them without ever getting up from the bed. I damn near bite my tongue off when she once again dips her hand inside her panties.

God, help me now, because I’m damn sure not strong enough to help myself.

“Need more, Kingston,” Ellie cries out. “Make me come. Fuck. I need to come.”

The line between right and wrong blurs and then disappears completely as I cover her hand with mine, then guide her back down, our fingers sliding beneath her panties once more. I gently press her finger against her clit, applying enough pressure to make her cry out, the sound so sweet I want to swallow it, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight. I can’t see where our fingers brush her sensitive flesh, but I can feel the slickness, the warmth.

Fuck, she’s so wet.

“That’s it, little girl,” I urge, my voice laced with gravel. “I wanna watch you come.” I look down at her face and realize she’s watching me.

“Inside. Put your finger inside me,” she implores in a rough whisper.

I push my hand lower, finding the slick opening to her body with my middle finger. I tease her, pushing only the tip inside as she bucks her hips, attempting to force my finger in deeper.

I’m going to hell for this, I know that, but I can’t resist. Her * is tight, gripping my finger as I f*ck her slowly, pushing in deep, then withdrawing. I wish it were my dick sliding inside her.

Her soft growl of frustration is followed by a satisfied moan as I push in again. Slow and deep. I f*ck her with one finger, then add another. She continues to fondle her clit while I finger her and I watch, alternating between the sexy scene taking place between her thighs and observing her face as she succumbs to the pleasure.

“Make me come,” she groans.

My hand stills. “Under one condition.”

Her eyes widen as though she can’t believe I stopped. I don’t blame her. I can’t believe I stopped.

“Are you serious right now?”

I smile. I push two fingers inside, then slowly pull back. I resume the slow pace as I watch her face.

“Fine,” she huffs, her hips lifting off the bed as though that will help her get where she wants to be. “What’s your condition?”

Leaning down, I allow my lips to brush hers lightly, but I don’t kiss her. I want to, but that will only be another distraction that will take me off course.

“I’ll make you come tonight, Ellie. And tomorrow, when you’re sober, I’m going to do it again. Only this time, I’ll be the one making the demands. Understood?”

I suck her bottom lip into my mouth at the same time I drive my fingers deep into her *.

“God, yes!” she cries out as she explodes, her orgasm cresting, the tight walls of her cunt gripping my fingers as she comes undone.

“So f*cking beautiful,” I whisper as she rides out her climax, my fingers still buried in her warmth. When her breathing returns to normal and her body relaxes, I lift my head and stare down at her. “I was serious,” I tell her, locking my gaze with hers. “I’ve dreamed about this, Ellie. A million times. But not once did those dreams ever result in only one night.”

“What about Spencer?” Her tone is hesitant. She still seems bothered by the fact that Spencer warned me away from her.

Personally, I don’t give a shit about that anymore.

“Let’s just worry about us for now.”

“Us?” Her eyes widen as though I just started quoting scripture or something. “There can be no us, Kingston. Whatever happens, it’s only temporary. I’ve got a daughter to raise and a restaurant to run. Not to mention—”

I put a finger from my free hand against her lips to quiet her. I’m not going to argue. I know Ellie. She’s strong-willed and as hardheaded as they come. When she sets her mind to something, there is no changing it.

I smile down at her. “No matter how many plays you have, you can’t predict the outcome.”