Boiling Point (Crossing the Line #3)(47)

“Coming in your mouth used to finish me. But there’s more now that I know what you need. Now…you don’t let me come. Until I turn you back over and f*ck you again.” His eyes squeezed shut on a groan, his arousal growing between them. “Again. And again. Hard. Slow. Doggy. Until I need to come so bad, I can’t move without my tip dripping. Then you finally give me permission and it’s so goddamn good.”

Polly didn’t realize she’d started touching herself between her legs until Austin opened his eyes and started to shake his head, a frantic movement so unlike him.

“No. No.” His right hand reached for her, resulting in a shout of pain when the silk tightened at the root of his erection. It took him a moment to speak again, voice shaking when he managed it. “Your pleasure belongs to me. We agreed.”

“Did we?” Polly breathed, using her index and middle fingers to massage her sensitive nub with painstaking slowness. “I don’t recall agreeing to that.”

His gaze started to lose its glazed quality, sharpening now where her fingers worked. “Don’t do this to me,” he grated. “I’ll beg. Is that what you want? Please. Please let me, Polly. Climb up on my shoulders and let me eat you. Anything you want.”

She didn’t want to be affected by the abject misery in his voice, but it wrapped around her throat in a stranglehold, even as her desire grew. Conflicting emotions that packed a power punch. Hearing him beg, while reaching the point where she felt the need to beg for him as well, started a vicious churning for relief. An insistent inner voice urged her to push, though. Just a little more. The payoff would be worth it for the both of them. She had no choice but to trust that intuition.

“Stop touching what’s mine immediately, Polly.” When she dipped her middle finger inside herself, Austin’s gaze went wild. His neck and chest muscles stood out, biceps flexing as he pulled on the rope. “Give me my hands. Give them to me now.”

“No.” Polly draped her legs over his strong thighs, seating herself on his lap. The position caused each stroke of her hand to nudge his rampant erection, earning her a shouted denial from his mouth.

“It’s all I have to offer you.” His voice was raw, urgent. “It’s all I’ve got. Please.”

His pain slammed her in the chest. Breaking point. This was Austin. The real man she’d seen only in glimpses. She couldn’t explain what propelled her forward, seeking his mouth with her own. Only knew that if she didn’t have the anchor of his kiss, she’d implode with the sensations careering through her system, puncturing the fabric of her being. Austin made a gruff, broken noise, mouth returning the kiss with frantic brutality. Teeth dug into lips, tongues slipped together as nonsensical words transferred from one mouth to the other. Polly had no consciousness of when she stopped touching herself and clung to Austin, giving and receiving the kiss she never wanted to end.

Finally, he broke away, his forehead now shining with perspiration. “Hands. Hands.” Polly’s nod was jerky, breath coming in staccato bursts as she fumbled with the knots at his wrists. “Come on, come on, come on,” he growled against her lips. “I’m going to f*ck the life out of you, cruel girl. Sit beside another man? Deny me the privilege of being the one who makes you come? Your lesson was lost in my jealousy. Untie me so I can take it out on your *.”

Austin’s body went rigid as she uncoiled the silk rope from his hard length, so swollen with need, she felt a rush of sympathy. But it was obliterated by excitement when he rose in one abrupt movement, Polly’s legs still wrapped in an unbreakable hold around his waist. He stooped down to retrieve a foil packet from his discarded pants before striding across the room, breath rasping in her ear. They entered the dark bathroom. Her backside hit the marble vanity mere seconds before his thickness impaled her, sliding her back on the hard surface, forcing a raw, echoing scream from her throat.

Demanding hands found her bottom, dragging her back for more, holding her still as Austin drove deep. Deep, deep, deeper. There was none of his usual finesse or calculation, just hot, ruthless f*cking. The sweat she’d inspired dripped from his forehead to her belly and breasts, trickling down to where their bodies joined. Polly’s hands scrambled for something to hold on to, but no sooner did she seek purchase than Austin shoved both hands behind her back, keeping them prisoner with one of his own.

“I’m not your good boy right now, am I?” He reared back and slammed into her, their damp skin striking together. Polly’s knees dug into his sides, a quickening taking hold, intensifying with each repeated movement. “Or maybe I am. Getting sweeter with every push of my cock, aren’t you?” His words were punctuated by quick pumps of his hips, effectively rolling Polly’s eyes to the back of her head. “Tight, tight, tight, aren’t we, pretty thing? Go on and soak me. I earned every drop.”

It wasn’t mere relief but salvation that overrode all semblance of thought, pulling muscles taut she’d never been aware of, racking her in shudders. She had a vague awareness of Austin lifting her ankles and grinding into her, his groans splitting the air around them. Holy shit, holy shit. She attempted to drag in oxygen to replenish her empty lungs, but screamed instead.

Austin caught her before she could fall back against the bathroom mirror, pulling her forward into the heat of his chest. He kissed her forehead with a tenderness that belied his unforgiving length, still wedged to the hilt inside her. “You think you could have done that with your fingers?” The utter arrogance of the question was tempered by the catch of vulnerability in his tone, making her recall what he’d said while still bound by the rope. It’s all I have to offer you.