Boiling Point (Crossing the Line #3)(59)

He swiped his tongue across her bottom lip. “You want what?”

“I need your mouth between my legs, please.”

His grip turned punishing on her ass, a product of the heat she’d unleashed by saying she needed him. But it was also a chastisement. “You don’t say please to me. I don’t accept requests.”

Austin twisted his hips as her * slid over his fly, and she cried out. “Oh my God. Get your mouth on me. I’m telling you to. Now.”

Yes. Finally. He’d played this moment out in his head too many times to count. Would she be lying down, showering, or standing above him the first time he put his tongue to work on her *? Would she like it fast or would she let him savor? It appeared karma hadn’t completely turned her back on him, however, because his ultimate fantasy was ripe for the taking, and he wasn’t going to allow a margin of time for her or Polly to change her mind. Taste her or die.

He let her slide down his body, but as soon as her feet hit the floor, he crossed his right arm between them, hooking around her hip. And he flipped her over, the way he envisioned when he wanted to come extra hard for his own pumping hand. But when the skirt of her dress drifted down and all that lay between his mouth and her honey was nude-colored lace, he almost laughed at how paltry his dreams had been compared to the reality of Polly. Dampness had caused the lace to mold around her center, revealing every nuance, dipping into the precious valley that ran down the middle.

Mine to worship. Mine to keep.

As soon as Polly’s obvious shock wore off, her knees dropped to rest on his shoulders, positioning her lace-covered flesh in front of his mouth like an offering. “Oh…oh my God. Please.”

Austin rubbed his left cheek against her *, knowing from her gasp that she could feel his midmorning stubble through the thin lace. “I’m going to make you so sorry for keeping this from me. You’ll wake up every morning needing my mouth before breakfast.” He snared the edge of her panties, worrying the fragile material with his teeth until it started to snap and break apart. “You won’t even have to ask, sweet. I’ll already be yanking your ankles apart.”

“Yes. Yes. Stop talking about it, just—”

He turned on a heel and lunged toward the wall, wedging her ass up against the hard surface and immobilizing her. After tearing away the remaining lace with his teeth, he greeted the new ruler of his world with a long, lingering lick that stopped just short of her clit. Once that tiny nub entered the mix and she started to beg, there would be no stopping to savor—and f*ck—there was nothing on the planet that required more appreciating. Two more slow tastes and she began to squirm, hands working his belt like he’d known they would. He could still remember the way her gaze had dropped below his jeans waistband yesterday, the way her pupils had dilated. He’d been in a painful state of discomfort ever since, knowing—if only for a moment—she’d been hot to suck him off.

“Go on. Take it out.” He stiffened his tongue and dipped it inside her, groaning at how tight a space he had to play with. “Take my cock out and see what a f*cking state you’ve put me in, maddening girl. I’m not fit to be in public.”

“Me either,” she breathed, tugging on his pants until they fell to his ankles. “I can feel you watching me when you’re not even there. Makes me so hot…”

Not knowing any other way to express what that honest revelation did to him, Austin closed his lips around her pink bud and drew gently once, twice, before lashing at her with his tongue in quick sideways strokes. Her thighs tightened around his ears, muffling the cries that flew from her mouth. When he felt her breath against his cock, finally free of his trousers, Austin growled against her shining flesh. “Mistress.”

Her hand circled his base, and Austin held his breath, releasing it in a heavy whoosh when his tip was enfolded between Polly’s lips. It was over way too fast, though, replaced by an adventurous tongue. Any other time, he would let her explore and test him, but his balls were almost full to exploding with pressure.

“Let me have a suck, goddammit.” Austin didn’t know his own voice. He was a different man. His throat was thick, his vision hazy.

Polly’s tongue traveled up the underside of his shaft in a slow, torturous lick. “You taste so good. Don’t rush me.”

A blinding light flickered in front of his eyes, produced by a sharp combination of pleasure and pain. She doesn’t want to rush? Give her a f*cking reason to change her mind. Desperate to feel the adorable flex of her ass, he slipped his hands between her round cheeks and the wall, squeezing as he teased her clit with several light strokes, before adding pressure to the movements of his tongue. Those muscles jumped against his palms, giving her away and drawing his balls up so tight he released a ragged moan. But he didn’t stop his treatment of her sensitive nub, alternately worrying her between his lips and loving her with his tongue. Finally, her mouth closed around his dick and pulled hard.

God, yes. Yes, yes, yes.

Refusing to cease his quest to drive her to climax, his vile curse was relegated to his head where it echoed loudly enough to rattle his skull. Christ, would he ever stop being so desperate to come with Polly? His abdominal muscles were spasming with the effort to keep his seed from spilling. Never. He would never finish before her. His only option was to get her there quicker.

Austin traced the touch of his right hand over her ass, dipping into the space between her cheeks, placing his index and middle finger over her back entrance. Just a light presence. Until he tapped them over her puckered flesh twice to gauge her reaction. Her moan vibrated up his erection, pummeling him in the stomach. That’s right, you bad girl. I’ve got your f*cking number. A fact that became even more obvious when she gripped his bottom and yanked him toward her mouth, taking him so deep, Austin’s eyes rolled back in his head.