And I stopped.
I pulled out, so just my head sat inside her opening and held her wide again, keeping her from moving.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she screamed like a wild woman.
I loved it so much I almost laughed. The truth was, not many women were strong enough to fuck the way I wanted to, but Rae was. Which was why I didn’t hesitate to fall over and give her what she wanted.
She wrapped around me, and I gripped her shoulders, holding her steady through my brutal thrusts. With each push, I went deeper, leaving a piece of myself behind.
“Fuck, Austin. It shouldn’t feel this good,” she cried, her words almost incoherent and lost in pleasure. “It hurts, but god, I want more. I want it harder.”
I was too far gone to give her anything other than what she wanted. I dug my hands in her hair, holding her, so she had nowhere to look but at me. I drove into her, our skin slapping together faster and faster, both of us racing to finish.
And not once did we look away.
In that instant, everything lined up, and I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I knew it, and with her eyes on mine, I saw she knew it too.
I ground against her clit with each thrust and sent her over the edge, where she pulled me with her. We held tight and fell together through an abyss of heaven.
Enveloped in each other, cries of pleasure falling from our lips, I kissed her. Without hesitation, she held me as tightly as I held her and fed from my lips, feasting on my groans. We kissed like savages, nothing but nerve endings of need. Nothing but live wires setting off sparks each time our tongues brushed.
Wave after wave washed over us until I lost track of space and time. Nothing mattered but this—but her. But us.
Slowly, the ocean waves permeated the room through the open balcony door, mixing with our gasping breaths, and I slowed our kisses to soft drinking pecks.
With a groan, I slipped free. She buried her hands in my hair and held me close as I kissed down her neck until I could rest my head on her chest.
Her heart thudded, and I knew I should say something. Make sure she was okay. Make sure we were okay. But I didn’t know where to start, and I wasn’t ready to face what happened next. I knew what I wanted to happen, but I also knew there was no guarantee.
So, instead of talking, I lost myself to the heat of her skin wrapped around me. I lost myself to the feel of her nails scratching along my scalp and let it lull me to sleep.
Tomorrow.
We’d face it all tomorrow.
Maybe after another round.
Then we could talk.
It would be fine.
Chapter Fourteen
Raelynn
Waves crashing against the beach tugged me from my sleep just enough to notice the heat against my back and deep breaths coming from behind me.
For a moment, I was back in the hotel in Vegas. Except this time, I knew exactly who I’d find behind me. I knew exactly what I’d done. My body ached in ways I didn’t even know were possible. Each movement I made reminded me of how thoroughly Austin used my body, how he bent me to his will, how he stretched me to my max.
Rolling over, I knew to expect my friend. I knew I’d find the same nose with the slight bend from a break in football in college. I knew I’d find the same dark blond scruff and sleep-ruffled hair. I knew I’d find the same sharp jawline and perfectly-shaped lips. Except, when I took him in under the early morning light, I didn’t find that.
I found so much more.
Instead of sleep-ruffled hair, I found hair I’d dug my hands into to hold him in place because I hadn’t ever wanted him to stop. Instead of the familiar mouth I’d noticed and dismissed since his very first rejection, I found the lush lips I’d watched devour every inch of me. Instead of rolling over and finding comfort in my friend next to me, I found an unfamiliar pressure wrapping around my chest and a skipping heartbeat.
The more I studied him, the more the intense pressure grew. It was like last night had ripped a veil down between us, and something new pressed in on me, but I wasn’t ready to look. So, I stood there squeezing my eyes shut while tentatively reaching out to touch it, but I jerked back as soon as I grazed whatever last night had revealed.
It was too much.
I needed space.
As quietly and quickly as possible, I rolled out of bed and did the bare minimum to be presentable enough to go downstairs. I hadn’t even looked at the time in my mad dash and didn’t realize how early it was until I got downstairs to an empty kitchen.