Boiling Point (Crossing the Line #3)(33)

“Too much,” she cried out. “Oh God, don’t ever stop. Don’t stop.”

“Yes, ma’am.” High on Polly’s approval, Austin turned his head and kissed the fingers curling into his shoulder, licked each individual one, increasing the pace of his grinds as he did so. He closed his eyes and focused on the little bud being rubbed by his heavy cock, his aching flesh so in need of relief. No. Can’t let it end. Make her need more. Make her always need more. Austin let go of the headboard, meshing their bodies together and—oh Christ—she reacted like a wildcat to the new position, all his body weight concentrated on her precious clit. Bump, grind, bump, grind.

“Austin. Jesus…I’m g-going to…”

He slowed his ministrations just a fraction, rasping the scruff of his evening beard against the side of her neck. Words flowed from him. Words he could pretend were being spoken because she needed to hear them to feel fulfilled, but it would have been a lie. Somewhere amid the storm, her approval had become a requirement for him. “Am I a good boy, Polly? Tell me. Tell me I was a good boy for your belt, so I can finish getting you off. All I want to do is get you off. ”

She drew her knees higher, tweaking her hips beneath him, visibly overcome with the need to release. “Yes. You were…are. You’re a g-good b—”

Austin bore down, shouting a curse when her fingernails landed on his back. A familiar sensation. But with Polly, it wasn’t unpleasant. “Go ahead.” They locked eyes. “Dig in. You know you want to.”

A stricken look transformed her features for a beat before her expression returned to where he wanted it. All-out lust. “No.” She cupped the back of his neck, drawing him close to her mouth. “I want this more.”

Their tongues met first, licking together, apart, back together. An act so intimate, he became more aware of his cock than he’d ever been in his life. It felt like lead, every inch buried in her, wrapped in tightness. Incapable of making her wait any longer for what he would deliver, Austin groaned and fell into a wet kiss, giving her clit quick side-to-side strokes with the root of his dick. As she started to spasm, the climax traveling through her body in a way Austin could feel, their kiss turned voracious. Neither of them would break for air, mouths slanting, sucking, and biting, lips sliding, sinking back in together. He was lost. Fucking lost. Could have drained every last ounce of his passion into her shaking body from the kiss alone. They weren’t done yet, though. She still had too much fight left in her.

Austin broke their kiss with a curse. Polly threw her head back on the pillow and echoed his sentiment on a release of breath. Her whisper turned into a scream when he sat up in an abrupt move, positioning himself on his knees and yanking her hips onto his lap, without ever leaving the heat of her body. “That one was for your clit.” He ran his thumb over the rosy spot in question and made a savoring sound in his throat. “Look how pretty.”

Polly gasped, twisting on the bed. “Austin—”

“Shh.” He reached beneath her body, took her delectable ass in two firm hands. “This good boy is going to bang you until pleasure drips down these cheeks. Unless it pleases you to take a break and use the belt on me again.” He lifted Polly’s hips and jerked her up and down his erection, biting his lip to contain a growl at the way her tits bounced. “Which do you prefer?”

Her gorgeous eyes were wild with heat, fogged over yet remaining sharp in true Polly fashion. “Again. Please do that again.”

Without a single hesitation, he tightened his hold on her sweet backside, slid her up his slick length and brought her back down hard, thrusting up into her simultaneously. Sweet f*cking hell, she was slippery and responsive, little aftershocks from her earlier orgasm pulsating around him. “Tell me which part of my cock is hitting your G-spot.” He moved faster. Faster, faster, faster. “I want to know how to move my middle finger the first time I finger-bang you beneath one of those short skirts.”

“All of it is touching…” Her heels locked together behind him, her sex-goddess body pumping in rhythm with his drives, tight little bottom flexing in his hands. “I don’t know. All of it. All…”

“Come on. Feel harder.” Goddamn, he loved that he’d robbed her of speech. That’s right, sweet. That’s what Austin does. “Show me with your hand where I’m rubbing you so good.”

With a throaty moan, she slapped a shaking hand down, four inches below her belly button, pushing down with the heel. “Here. Here.”

A curse tripped past his lips when he felt the corresponding push against the head of his erection. “Keep your hand there,” he ordered, adjusting his angle slightly to exploit the spot he’d discovered with her help. “Push your tits toward the ceiling and feel me hit it. Ahhh…there we are. Gorgeous f*cking girl.”

An invisible claw dug into the base of Austin’s spine, telling him holding out wouldn’t be an option much longer. He’d never reached a climax so fast, with such force. Spending himself in a woman was always a necessary function, one that had increasingly been accompanied by guilt. Not with Polly. No, everything was out in the open. All his faults. All his transgressions. He was f*cking her as himself, no one else. Just a little more…need more. Austin released one cheek of Polly’s backside and circled the base of his cock, using his thumb and index finger. Pausing in his drives, he gritted his teeth and squeezed, allowing the building orgasm to subside.