Boiling Point (Crossing the Line #3)(60)

He tapped against her harder, harder, until he was two-finger slapping her over the delicate entrance of her ass, never stopping the whipping of his tongue against her pleasure-needy button. Her fingertips clawed at his backside, thighs beginning to shake around his head. There was no way to stop the roll of his hips toward the perfection of her mouth, but she welcomed him with husky moans that turned into an abrupt scream.

Fuck yes. The orgasm racked her upside-down body, giving him the privilege of experiencing the climax along with her.

“That’s it. Moan for me. Tell me how it feels to come with your ass in the air. It won’t be the last time.” He massaged her backside, spurring on her climax by stabbing his tongue inside her as she contracted. In and out. In and out. Christ, she had the most intoxicating taste. He could get drunk on her. “Now here’s a tight * worth driving all night for. Wanted me to come and get it, didn’t you, sweet? You might as well have rung a f*cking dinner bell.”

His own release was fast approaching, every muscle in his body drawing tighter than a bowstring. The permission he craved didn’t come as Polly’s body liquefied against him. She knew what held him back, knew what he wanted to hear. Only her green light would symbolize her total satisfaction, and he would never finish until he heard it out loud. The impish purring in her throat, her nonvocal denial, cranked his desire to eleven, while simultaneously driving him to the brink of madness. She tightened her lips around the base of his throbbing length and sucked her way up, so snug, so greedy for his breaking point, it took every ounce of remaining willpower not to let go.

Sweat dripping down his temples, shaking head to toe, Austin’s voice came out sounding strangled. “I need to come so bad…”

The purring continued, her mouth venturing once more down his hard inches, tongue swirling around his flesh on the way back up. Austin’s mouth fell open on a ragged groan, his intent to beg more, again, as long as she wanted. Then her palm slapped down on his left buttock and the room tilted around him. She smoothed her hand over the stinging area with a hum of concern around his cock before raining down another smack, harder than the first one.

“Jesus Christ, Polly.” His head fell back, eyes staring blindly up at the ceiling. Euphoria tore through him, knees almost buckling beneath his impending annihilation. Punishment and reward. The conflicting actions blurred together until their meanings were the same. It felt like a turning point…an open door that led to a place free of guilt, and he ran through at full speed. A door Polly had opened. “Let me, let me, let me. Need to f*ck it all into your cruel mouth. I’m dying. Ah f*ck, it hurts so badly.”

She released his tip, gave it a lick. “Say please.”

The words scraped from his throat. “Please, Mistress.”

Her hand landed on his ass with enough force to jar his teeth. “Yes.”

Austin hung on to Polly with one arm, bracing himself on the wall with the other, lest he collapse. Breathing was an impossibility as the most fulfilling release of his lifetime shook his foundation, cracking it down the center. Even without the warm suction of her mouth, it would have been perfection, but she gave it to him, gave him her throat and fuuuuuck. Austin’s shout emanated from the deepest pit of his soul, sounding distant to his ringing ears. It was too good, enough to capsize him. He gently tugged Polly’s mouth away and let the rest of his essence land on the floor. A moment passed where he was freezing, or overheated, he couldn’t tell, before he managed to turn Polly over. Then there was nothing, nothing, nothing, but wrapping her in his arms and falling against the wall with a bang, listing to the side, and lowering them both to the ground.

It couldn’t have gotten any better, but it did, because she clung to him. Polly clung to him, like he’d been the one to wreck her. Everything and nothing made sense. Which was confusing. But he would figure it out when his heart wasn’t trapped in his throat, beating with enough zeal to crush a windpipe.

“What the hell are we going to do about anything?”

Polly was silent a moment before she started laughing into his neck. A full, content sound that made Austin want to buy the house and live in it forever, just praying for an echo of that laugh. “You say the best things when you don’t think about them first,” she murmured.

Replaying that sentiment in his head on repeat, Austin cracked open one eye to see a black fur ball just beyond Polly’s shoulder, watching them from his perch on the windowsill. “A cat was watching us that whole time. I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or outraged.”

“Be whatever you want. Just don’t make a * joke.”

A corner of Austin’s lip turned up. “I wasn’t even thinking about it. You’ve ruined me.” He tightened his hold around Polly’s huddled form. “When I promised you holding, this is not what I pictured.”

She yawned against his shoulder. “I think the breaking and entering was a nice twist.” A heavy passage of silence ensued—one that made him worry—but she broke it before he could descend into full panic mode. “I’m sorry I left. I was just…losing myself. In the planning, the strong-arming of our friends. I needed to take a breather.” When she tilted her head back to meet his eyes, Austin had to bite his tongue to keep from shouting I love you. “But…I’m glad you came. I was so anxious all morning and right before…right before I saw you in the park, I realized it was from missing you.”