Until Autumn

Just as she had wanted, I place my hands at her waist as she’s fully seated over me, and with her hands at my shoulders and her nails ready to dig in, she finally starts to move.

Her body grinds up and down, moving right against mine, our skin touching at every point of our bodies. My hands drop from her waist to her ass, gliding over her body as I go.

Autumn’s head drops to the curve of my neck, and she gently bites down on my shoulder as her hand slides up around the back of my head, her fingers knotting in my hair. She rides me, squeezing, clenching, and grinding as she moans my name.

It’s almost impossible not to grab her and throw her down to give her exactly what she’s after, but this is what she asked for, and because of that, I won’t dare move. This is her show and I’m going to sit back and relax until she’s screaming my name.

Her groans get louder as my hand grips her ass tighter. She clenches down around me, slowly picking up her pace. Her tits bounce in my face and I instantly suck her nipple into my mouth, loving the way she tips her head back and groans with desire.

Her thighs tighten on either side of me, and I grin as I roll my tongue over her pebbled nipple. She’s close, and judging by the way her pace increases, she’s right on the edge.

I thrust my hips up and she gasps as I plunge deeper inside of her. “Holy shit,” she pants, rocking back and forth on my cock. “Yes, right there. Don’t move.”

Her tight pussy works up and down, over and over again squeezing tighter and tighter. My cock roams past her walls like a gentle massage, hitting her just where she wants it until her eyes are clenching and her face is buried in my neck.

She screams out my name with a loud groan and her pleasure is my undoing. I come hard, sending hot spurts of cum shooting up inside of her as her sweet pussy squeezes me like never before.

As Autumn comes down from her high, she collapses into me and I hold her up, my arms tangling around her body. “Fuck, babe. That was good.”

“I know,” she says, still catching her breath. “I should ride you like that every single night.”

I shake my head. “You can ride me like that whenever the fuck you want, but the second your ribs are back to normal, I’ll be bending you over this coffee table and fucking you like my goddamn queen. I can’t wait to taste that sweet pussy again.”

Her cheeks flush and as she climbs up off me, she takes my hand, pulling me up behind her. “I mean … I don’t see why you can’t do that now,” she murmurs, the light from the fire casting shadows across her toned body as she grins wide. “If I’m lying safe and sound in your warm bed, what could possibly hurt me?”

And just like that, she walks down to my bedroom, swaying those perfect hips with her ass begging me to follow. My tongue rolls over my bottom lip. Who am I to disappoint?

CHAPTER 19

AUTUMN

My fingers drum against the table as I sit in an awkward silence, staring at the man who holds my whole future in his hands.

Dr. Raymond Terrace, the Chief of Surgery, the big kid on the block, sits at his fancy desk, his eyes focused heavily on me as we wait for Thorne to show up and get this party started.

He’s late.

I should have his balls for making me sit here alone in this awkward silence.

My fingers continue drumming.

“Coffee?” Dr. Terrace asks.

I raise my chin and give a polite smile. “No,” I say, way too quickly. “Thank you.”

He nods and leans back in his chair, the silence so damn loud that I can all but hear the hundreds of heart monitors beeping away throughout the hospital. The awkwardness builds and judging by the look on his face, he feels it too.

I give the guy a tight smile and am just about to offer to go and wait outside when his office door barges open and Thorne comes rushing in. A subtle, “Oh, thank fuck,” is heard from Dr. Terrance as Thorne comes hurrying into the room.

“I’m sorry,” he rushes out, grabbing the chair beside mine and dropping into it so fast that I fear it might crumble beneath him. “I had a little mishap with my parking spot this morning. Some dick in an Aston Martin stole my space. I nearly crashed right into the thing, but I would have been doing the guy a favor. I find dicks who drive Aston Martins are usually arrogant assholes.”

Thorne turns his gaze on me, clearly realizing that I’ve been sitting through torture here without him. ‘Sorry,’ he mouths with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mirth and making me wonder if he’s even sorry at all.