Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(89)

She rubs herself on me, driving me f*cking crazy.

“Fuck… Ellie…”

She lowers herself onto my dick, her tight, wet heat gripping me.

“Oh, yes,” she hisses as she works her hips down until I’m fully seated inside her.

I can’t take any more. Although I would love to watch her ride me all night long, there’s no way I can let her maintain control. I need to drive into her, to f*ck us both into oblivion, and the only way I can do that is…

I reverse our positions without pulling out of her.

Ellie cries out, but it isn’t in pain. Her nails dig into my back as I retreat, then push in again. Her soft body holds me tight as I hover over her, my hips cradled by her thighs.

“More…” Ellie’s eyes open and lock on to mine.

I give her more, pushing my hips forward, pulling back. I continue the thrust and retreat while we stare at one another. This feeling… I don’t want to think about what it is I’m feeling for this woman right now. The only thing I want is to lose myself in the pleasure I find in her.

Her nails dig in deeper as I begin pumping my hips faster. Her knees grip my hips as she shifts, lifting her pelvis and changing the angle. It’s so f*cking good I practically roar.

It’s my turn to change the position, lifting up so that I’m sitting on my knees. I put my hands beneath her ass, squeezing as I lift her slightly, thrusting my hips forward, driving as deep as I can.

“Oh, God, yes… Kingston… Fuck me.” Her nails dig into my thighs, and I watch as the muscles in her stomach quiver. “Harder. Please.”

I lose myself then. When my control snaps, I pound into her, f*cking her harder, deeper, faster… I can’t stop, my dick tunneling in and out of her tight *. I feel her muscles clamp down on me as she moans louder. I know she’s close.

Sliding my arms beneath her knees, I lean forward, folding her body so that I can drive down into her. I never stop watching her face, the way she bites her lip when she cries out… She’s so f*cking sexy.

“Ellie… Fuck, baby.” I’m coming undone. I can feel my release building; the electrical charge that starts at the base of my spine ignites. I feel it in my balls…

Shifting her slightly, I slam into her again and again.

“Oh … yes!” Ellie’s head tips back, her chest thrusting upward. I move my knees back, releasing her as I watch her orgasm grip her.

Fucking hell. She’s so damn hot when she comes.

My breath slams in and out of my chest as I continue to f*ck her, driving my hips forward, allowing her to ride out her climax. When she reaches for me again, I pick up speed, shifting my hips, giving in to my own release.

“Ellie…” My heart pounds against my ribs as my dick pulses. I’m coming so f*cking hard I see spots in my vision. “Fuck… Ellie… Coming.”

When I come back to myself, I’m crushing Ellie into the mattress, my face pressed against her neck. I feel her fingers skimming my back, gliding slowly up and down. Somehow I manage to roll onto my back, not dislodging from her. I need to catch my breath first.

Ellie settles on top of me. She seems content to have me still buried inside her as I brush her hair back from her face and wrap my other arm around her.

There’s no way I can tell her that I’m fairly certain the earth shifted when I came. After all, I fully intend to do it again and again, and the last thing I want to do is freak her out.





Ellie

I’m sure I’ve died and gone to heaven. It feels like I’m floating, and that has nothing to do with the fact that I’m currently lying on top of Kingston, though that probably helps. The warmth of his body beneath me… I could totally get used to this.

Only I won’t. I promise.

However, I do intend to enjoy the moment. What transpired between us a short while ago was worthy of fireworks and a standing ovation. That was truly amazing, and I’m still trying to catch my breath.

Holy hell, the man has some crazy skills.

There’s a tiny part of my brain that has already moved on, wondering whether or not I should get up and get dressed, but the rest of me is content to remain just like this … forever. I’m not sure how this is supposed to play out, and I do not want to make this weird between Kingston and me. Spending the night seems like the right thing, but again, I have no idea what the rules are.

Truth is, I’ve never done this before. With the exception of Bianca’s father, who was a one-night stand, I’ve always been in a relationship when I’ve had a sexual encounter. The pretend thing that Kingston and I have going on really doesn’t count. I’m sure there are unspoken rules I should be following, but I don’t know what they are; therefore I’m a little off-kilter.

Lifting my head, I peer down at Kingston. “Is it me, or are you gearing up for round two?”

He hasn’t pulled out of me, although a few minutes have passed, and I’m pretty sure he’s harder now than he was before.

A seductive smirk tilts his beautiful mouth, then he pulls my head down and presses a sweet kiss to my lips before shifting his hips.

“I think it’s safe to say I’ll be ready for round two in the very near future. But I’m going to need a little recovery time.”

As do I.

I roll off of Kingston, allowing him to get up from the bed. I watch as he removes the condom before heading for the bathroom. I can’t resist sneaking a peek of his phenomenal ass as he moves away. Kingston is, no doubt about it, a ridiculously beautiful man. Seriously.