Losing Me, Finding You(37)

“You touching yourself, beautiful?” he asks me, but I can't respond because his dick's back in my mouth, moving with long, sure strokes until it hits the back of my throat. I make a humming noise in my throat, a light little vibration, and flick my eyes back up to his. I guess I hit some sort of sweet spot with that move because Austin moves my head back roughly, using my hair like reigns. “Alright, that's enough of this shit. Turn around.”

“E-excuse me?” I ask, swallowing and wiping my hand across my mouth. Already, Austin is dropping to his knees and using his finger to make a circular motion in the air.

“Turn the f*ck around, beautiful.”

“Why?” Stupid question on my part, maybe, but I've just given my first blow job. Well, sort of. I was kind of hoping he might come in my mouth, but I'm certainly not going to say that aloud, now am I? I wonder if pulling out every trick in the book (quite literally, since I pulled my inspiration from romance novels) was a good idea, or if I've shown all my cards too early.

Austin doesn't let me brood long.

“So, I can f*ck you,” he says, grabbing me by the shoulders and turning me around, putting his hand against the center of my back, so he can push me over. He grabs my hips next, pulling them back, so that my face is planted against the floor and my ass is up in the air. The ugly fuchsia dress comes up and my panties … I hear the sound of rending fabric, and then they're just gone, leaving me open and wide and a bit breezy.

“Sparks,” I say because these people seem to like to call each other by last name. I see a silver package hit the floor near my face and know that he's got on a condom already. Convenient for me, maybe, but my sex ed teacher always said to avoid men who carry condoms with them. If they've got 'em, means they use 'em too damn much, she'd told us. She was promptly fired three days later. Did I mention my school has the highest rate of teen pregnancy in the state? Hard to know how to protect yourself if nobody tells you how.

“What?” he says, voice pitched low. I can feel his cock pushing at the edges of my opening, teasing me, promising me dirty nights and sweaty days. I have a feeling that Austin and I are going to get to know each other real, real well.

“I forgot.”

“Good, because I don't like waiting.”

Austin thrusts into me with a grunt, slamming his hips against my ass so hard that my cheek scrapes the carpet. I put my hands up to steady myself and push back into him, moaning at the sensation of fullness as his body bumps against the end of mine. This is our first time doing it in private, so I let myself go, opening my lips and letting out whatever sounds want to come. I'm surprised to find that sex is like a chorus of devils, all that groaning and whimpering and moaning. And then there's that slapping sound as Austin's sweaty body grinds against mine. It'd be terribly embarrassing if I wasn't so wrapped up in it.

“You like to be ridden, don't you, Cross?” Austin snarls as he digs his fingers into my hips and makes me scream. “Tell me how much you like it or I'll stop.” Stop? Stop? Oh goodness, no, he can't stop.

“I love it,” I whisper, trying to speak past the lump in my throat and the ache in my belly. Austin makes me … nervous. And I like it. Love it. I swallow my trepidation and force my lips apart. “Ride me harder.” It comes out so softly that even I can barely hear the words.

“Oh?” Austin laughs, pausing his speedy rhythm to laugh at me. “I didn't quite hear you, darlin'. Say it again. Louder. Scream it.”

“Ride me harder!” The words burst out of my lips, drawn by my angst that he's actually going to stop, just to tease me. I don't know Austin Sparks yet, but that sort of seems like something he might do. He chuckles again and the vibration travels through me, making me shiver. I arch my back and start to see stars in my vision, glimmering bits of light that tell me I'm getting closer to my orgasm. One of my hands sneaks back between my legs and rubs my clit, sending me over the edge. “Don't stop,” I whimper. “Please don't stop.”

And then that's exactly what Austin does, pausing and relaxing his grip on my hips.

“Austin?” I ask, and I hate how needy my voice sounds.

“Open up, Sparks, or I'm coming in. We need you. Now.” I don't recognize the voice outside the door, but now that the thrills of pleasure have lulled, I can hear the pounding of a fist coming from the hallway.

“Fuck,” Austin snarls, sliding out of me suddenly. I collapse to the floor and roll over, trying to push my dress down, so I can at least pretend to be decent. “Sorry, babe,” he says, bending down and pressing a kiss against my lips that sears, leaving me burnt and aching for him. “There is some hardcore Triple M shit I've been dealing with.” He tosses his condom in the trash can next to the dresser and zips up his pants. Austin looks down at me and I can see from the stress in his neck and jaw that I'm not the only one brimming with tension.

“That's alright,” I whisper, not exactly sure how this whole biker gang thing works. Guess I'll be learning a whole bunch of new things on this journey.

“I'll back soon as I can,” he says with a wink.

I nod and try to smile as Austin opens the door and reveals a man with skin that's whiter than mine. His hair is black as coal and he's got eyes to match. I dislike him immediately.