Tell Me You Want Me (15 page)

"It was quick and clumsy. I haven't had much practice since then."

"Doesn't matter. I've had enough practice for both of us." He slapped his hand over his face.

She didn't think about that. She wouldn't let his past get in the way of enjoying the present. "You know, if your mouth was... occupied... you wouldn't have to worry about saying things like that."

"I see your point."

He lowered his head and kissed her thighs, on the outside first, then over the top, then down inside. He did the same to the other one. She couldn't complain that they finished too quickly.

"Spread your legs." His words burned hot on her thigh.

Oh my God. Biggest. Turn-on. Ever.
She lay there basking in the giddy sensation while Austin tried to move her thighs apart with his mouth.
Oops.
She'd forgotten to comply, then giggled and bent her knees to let him in.

He moaned as he licked her, drawing slow circles with his tongue, slipping inside just a little bit, teasing her. He stopped and looked up, and she wiggled her hips, her lips forming the word please.

His finger slid inside her, first one then two, twisting and curling. He put his other hand on her mound and pulled up, exposing the pulsing nub hidden there. He kissed it and she gasped. He licked it and she squealed. He kept licking it and she called out his name.

"Austin, Austin, Austin, Austin, Austin." She chanted under her breath. She understood the mechanics of oral sex, and liked the idea, but this was the first time she'd experienced it and—
Oh, what an experience!
Feeling his wet tongue on her wet flesh made her brain melt out her ears. She didn't know if she wanted to curl up or stretch out, reach for him or push him away. She became a blissed-out, tormented mass of helpless flesh.

Not her first orgasm, but by far the best.

Austin's persistent, relentless mouth took her places she could never have gone on her own. When she wanted to pull her legs together, he pushed them farther apart. When she begged him to stop, he pretended he didn't hear her.

When she confessed she couldn't take any more, he laughed. "I know exactly how much more you can take."

When she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and arched her back, he pushed her to the breaking point, sucking on that throbbing nub and bracing himself.

Jane cried out and nearly lifted him off the bed. "Oh God! More, more, more! Oh please, I can't take any more."

Austin didn't stop when she would have. He paused for a few seconds but then tested her, gently touching her with the tip of his tongue. When she didn't flinch, he kissed her wet pink flesh until she started to moan and twist.

"Come for me." He whispered the words on her hot skin, and she obeyed.

Her whole body shuddered, squeezing his fingers tight. She couldn't cry out. She had no words left.

Austin crawled on top of her, fitting his hard cock between her thighs, touching, but not entering her yet. She spread her legs without being told.

"Tell me you want me." He groaned, his voice rough.

"I want you, Austin." She moved her hips, begging for him.

But he wouldn't take her. "Tell me," he growled.

She looked at him, confused. "I don't know how."

He whispered a simple, primal, vulgar command in her ear.

Jane's heart pounded as she looked into his eyes and whispered the words back to him. "Fuck me, Austin."

***

He plunged into her hard, taking her breath away.
Oh God, she feels like pure bliss.

He'd never used that word before. He'd never known what it meant until now. Hot, tight, wet, aching, clinging, holding, touching, kissing—all of it at once. He planted his knees and drove into her, holding her as tight and as close as he could. He never wanted to let go.
Oh God, I'm gonna come. No no no.

He didn't want this night to be over. Not yet.

It didn't have to be. He would let her catch her breath, rest a few minutes, and then they could do it all over.
Oh hell yes.
Just the thought of having her again nearly pushed him over the edge.

He could feel her pulse pounding in her throat, so he kissed her there. He felt her heart hammer under her breast, so he kissed her there too.

She grabbed his shoulders with both hands and pulled at him, running her hands down his back as she molded his body to hers. She tightened around him, and he knew she would come soon—and hard. His body responded to her, and he groaned as he fought to hold back.

"Please, don't stop."

"Never." He promised to make it last, and he promised to make it so good. Of all the girls he'd ever been with, Janie was the only one he wanted to keep coming back for more.

***

Jane had expected pain, but it didn't hurt at all this time. Austin filled her, stretched her, took her body over. The first time she'd just wanted it to be done quickly. This time she didn't want it to end.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in, arching her back and moving with him, not sure she was doing it right, but it felt right—hard and soft, aching and soothing, craving and satisfying.

Austin whispered instructions and encouragement in her ear. "Move with me. That's it. Mmm... just like that. Don't stop. You feel so good, Janie."

"Oh, Austin... please." She whimpered. Something eluded her, something more she needed, but she didn't know what, or how to ask for it, so she begged and hoped he understood.

"Janie." Austin leaned down and kissed her. He pushed her knees apart, spreading her legs wider. He slid his arm under her, lifting her hips as he pressed down, thrusting and grinding, harder each time. He held her against him, using his entire body to stroke her.

He understands.
"Oh yes. More! Yes!"

That thing she needed—just beyond her reach. Close, so close she could almost touch it. It grabbed hold of her and shook her to the core. Heat burned through her body and chills shot down her spine.

She wrapped her body around him and held on tight. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God."

***

Austin felt her release and then he did too, pounding into her, hoping he didn't hurt her. "Oh, Janie, I need you."

He didn't know what he said or why, only that being with her felt better than with any other girl. He liked it—no—he loved it. What did that mean? Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, his brain shut off before he could think about that. His body took over, draining all of his strength and leaving him exhausted and satisfied in her arms.

A feathery sigh tickled Jane's nipple, slow and steady. She opened her eyes and found Austin resting on her chest, breathing on her bare skin. She smiled and ran her fingers through his wild hair.

He smiled at her. "I was right."

"About what?"

"You were definitely worth waiting for."

She didn't wonder how many other girls he'd said that to. Rumor had it Austin never waited for anyone. "Thank you. That means a lot to me."

She wanted to stay, but she didn't know how to ask. Maybe if she tried to leave....

***

He rolled off her and pulled a blanket over them, cuddling close and kissing her. His brain still wasn't working right. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him but meaningful words escaped him. "Me too." That would have to do for now.

They lay like that for a long time, kissing, touching, holding. He didn't know how to ask her to stay. He'd never asked anyone to stay, not even Natalie.
Just ask her, dumbass.

"Where are my cloth—"

"Will you stay with me tonight?"

"What?"

"Leave them on the floor. They look better there anyway." Austin's dirty mind flickered to life. "I'm not finished with you yet."

"Oh really?"

"That was just the tip of the iceberg, just an initiation. You have a lot to learn, my sweet Janie."

"Is that right?"

Okay, brain, cooperate.
"That's not what I meant. I still have a lot to teach you... um...."

Jane laughed and climbed on top of him. "Then I am your willing student. Show me everything you know." She leaned over and licked his nipple.

He sucked in his breath. "You seem to know a lot already." He grabbed a fistful of her hair at the back of her neck and pulled her down on his chest. "But I still have a few tricks up my sleeve."

He pulled her hair again, this time to expose her throat to his mouth. That one simple hold had her completely in his control... and at his mercy.

"Teach me."

Austin nibbled her neck. "That's lesson number one: a little restraint is a lot of fun." He bit her neck and held it, her pulse throbbing under his tongue.

"Lesson number two." He let go of her hair and shifted her so she sat upright, giving him a great view of her naked body. "All you have to do to get a guy's attention is show up naked and bring beer." Her pretty round breasts bounced when she laughed. "The beer is optional."
Especially when naked looks as good as you do.

"So what you're saying is: men are easy."

"Uh-huh."

She twisted her hips, making his eyes roll back in his head. "What's my next lesson?"

Lesson? What lesson? Oh yeah.
He flipped her on her back and fell between her spread legs. "Lesson number... whatever: a hard man is good to find." He rubbed his hard cock against her wet flesh.

"Mmm... you already taught me that."

"It's worth showing you again." He pushed her thighs apart and leaned in close, stroking his hard shaft against her. She moaned and arched, begging for more, but he held back. He slid inside her, giving her just the tip, waited there a moment, savoring her hot wet flesh, then pulled out.

"Please do."

He slid inside her, just enough to wet her for more. This time he watched her eyes roll back. "Lesson number... oh screw the numbers. Anticipation is a good thing." He pulled out.

She reached for him. "If you say so."

"You taught me that." He slipped back in, groaning as she pleaded for more.

"Did I now?"

Out. "Yes you did, you little tease." He slid in again, just barely—waiting, enjoying—and then he slid out.

"You're so cruel."

"You like it." He pressed forward just a bit, twisting his hips while she moaned.

She didn't deny it. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to pull him all the way in, but he resisted.

"I hope this is torturing you as much as it's torturing me." He laughed when she grunted.

He would give her what she wanted—and more—but he wanted to make her crazy for him first.

She twisted beneath him, making his blood boil.
Who am I kidding?

He
was crazy for
her
.

***

"Why are you smiling like that?" Jane studied his face. His usual naughtier-than-sin-itself smile looked different. Even his eyes looked strange—bright, shining... happy.

"Because I like you. I like your sweet lips." He leaned down and kissed her. "I like your sexy neck." He nipped it. "Mmm... I like your fat nipples." He sucked each one. "I like this cute freckle here." He kissed it. "I like your soft, soft skin." He planted kisses between her breasts all the way down her stomach to— "I like this yummy spot right here." He kissed the nub between her legs, already throbbing for him.

"I like that spot, too," she moaned.

"And I absolutely love being right here." He sank deep inside her and softly, slowly touched his lips to hers. She melted against him and he held her close, kissing her more deeply.

Love?
She should've known she'd hear that word from him during sex, but she'd take what she could get. Jane sighed and wrapped her legs around him, holding him tight, prepared to keep him there all night, if she could.

"But first...." He abruptly pulled out, sitting back on his knees.

Jane sat up with him, protesting.

"But first...." He laughed. "I have plans for you."

"Ooo." Her protests went right out the window. "I'm all yours." When that happy smile returned to his face, she knew she'd meant that with her body and her heart.

"I want more of this." He slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers teasing her, making her hot and wet again.

"Have all you want." Jane closed her eyes and leaned back on her hands, offering him her body.

His fingers worked magic inside her, touching and rubbing. He had the amazing ability to give her exactly what she wanted and to make her want more. Could she do that to him?

She opened her eyes and leaned forward to kiss him, keeping his hand firmly tucked between her thighs. "Show me what you like."

"Mmm... as you wish." He sat down with his legs on either side of her, draping her thighs over his. Still stroking her, he took her hand and held it against his cock, showing her how to touch him. He let go of her hand and let her explore on her own.

Her fingers circled him with a feather-light touch.

"You don't have to be so gentle." Her grip tightened and he moaned. "Oh yeah. That's the way to do it."

She ran a firm hand over his shaft, listening to him catch his breath when she touched the soft warm head. It swelled in her palm, hot and hard. She looked down and saw his fingers sliding in and out of her, her fingers sliding up and down the length of him. Watching their mutual stroking made her insides flutter. What would it be like to taste him?

She put her free hand on his chest and pushed him back on the bed, kissing his lips, his neck, his chest. When she kissed his stomach, he moaned and she looked up at him.

He flung one arm over his eyes and a hopeful smile curved his lips. He stretched beneath her, unable to stroke her body anymore, but she didn't mind. His hand fisted in her hair, gently guiding her kisses down his body.

He held his breath as her kisses moved lower and lower. "Damn, Janie, that feels so good."

She smiled on his skin. She must be doing something right, because his muscles quivered under her lips as she licked them.

"Tease," he grunted.

Or did he say please? Either way, Jane knew what to do next.