Twenty-Four

Julia

My back ached. Why the fuck did I decide to wear heels to work today?

I had no clue how Heidi did it every day. All it did was make my feet hurt and put me in a bad mood. And I’d promised to have a girls’ night with Heidi and Emery tonight while Austin was out with the guys. I sure hoped they didn’t expect me to stay in my heels. Not happening.

I hopped out of my Tahoe with a wince and hobbled inside to my apartment. I kicked the annoying shoes off my feet, flexing them against the carpet. With a sigh, I stripped out of my work outfit and into sweatpants. Best part of the day.

I was just tugging on an oversize T-shirt when the doorbell rang.

“Coming!” I called.

A man stood on the other side of the peephole. Unease ate through me.

“Who is it?”

“I have a delivery you have to sign for,” the man said.

“What’s it for?”

“Uh…flowers.”

I released the breath I’d been holding in a whoosh. Flowers. Just flowers. Of course. That’s…logical. Not where my brain was going at all. God, I wished that I didn’t almost have a panic attack anytime someone showed up at my apartment.

“Sorry about that,” I said after I slid all the locks open.

“No problem. Just sign here,” the guy said.

He still looked at me like I was a lunatic. I forgot that the sign coming into Lubbock said, The Friendliest City in America. I probably seemed like a crazy person with all my paranoia.

I signed the paper and handed it back to the guy. He passed me a green glass vase with a bouquet of white lilies in it. My favorite.

I kicked the door closed and brought the vase inside. After setting it on the kitchen counter, I searched for the card. But there was no card.

“Seriously?” I said, glaring at the door again. Brought the flowers and forgot the card. At least it was obvious who they were from.

I grabbed my phone and checked the time. Austin wasn’t leaving to go out for Patrick’s birthday for another hour. That was plenty of time.

I laughed and tore out of my clothes again. Austin had no idea how much flowers were my utter weakness. They always had been. He’d done good.

I dug through my closet and found the slinky midnight-blue dress Heidi had talked me into a couple of weeks ago. I’d have to endure the heels again after all. I reached for my totally-not-work-appropriate, fuck-me strappy heels that made my legs and ass look sexy as hell. Two things I knew Austin couldn’t resist. I tousled my hair and applied a thick layer of red lipstick.

My phone, car keys, and Ray-Bans went into my purse, and I tossed the strap of my leather crossbody over my head. I took one big inhale of the lilies’ perfume before sauntering out of the apartment, ready to let my boyfriend know how much I appreciated the flowers.

Thankfully, Austin’s house wasn’t that far from my apartment. I parked on the street and walked straight through the front door without knocking.

“Austin,” I called into the house.

No answer.

Hmm.

I slammed the door shut behind me, dropped my bag, and took the stairs up to his room. I could hear the shower running from the master. My mind drifted away from me, imagining the hot naked man behind that door. The sculpted abs, the sexy V, the tatted biceps, the long, hard dick waiting for me.

I pressed the door open and saw Austin’s naked figure silhouetted against the glass door to the shower. My feet stopped moving, and my mouth fell open. Austin had his dick in his hand. His head was tilted back. He was working himself back and forth. Jacking off with such vigor that my mouth watered, and heat spread between my thighs. I could watch this all day.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

Austin’s head whipped to the open door. His breathing was ragged. I swallowed as our eyes locked through the glass…and he didn’t stop stroking himself.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

I squeezed my legs together as my body ached for him. And he wasn’t stopping. God!

While he watched me, I ran my hand up my bare thigh and under my minidress. I found that most sensitive area and stroked across the light fabric. It was wet. I pushed the material aside, swiped some of that wetness, and swirled it around on my clit. My body shuddered at the contact. I could come like this.

He’d stopped stroking as he watched me with fascination. My eyes glazed at the touch, and I let out a breathy gasp.

Finally, he pushed the door open. His eyes were dark and needy.

“You going to get your ass in here and let me finish you off?” he demanded.

“Depends,” I said.

“No, it fucking doesn’t. Get out of that fucking dress now, or I’m going to get it very wet.”

“Oh, I get a choice now?”

Austin growled low. Then, he stepped over the threshold, his dick jutting from his body, and bodily pulled me into the shower. I laughed as all my handiwork got soaked. There’d been no point in fixing my hair or the dress or any of it. Austin hardly cared.

I held my finger up to him. “Want to taste what you do to me?”

He gripped my hand at the wrist and then took my entire index finger into his mouth. Then, he sucked me off, as if I were powdered sugar on a funnel cake.

“That what you want me to do to you?” I murmured, mesmerized by the way his tongue played with my finger.

He popped my finger out of his mouth and then found the zipper on my dress. He yanked the thing off along with my strapless bra, tossing them both from the shower without care. Then, he dropped to his knees, dragging my underwear all the way down my legs. They ended up in a corner, but I lost all coherent thought as he pushed me against a wall, drew my heeled foot up and over his shoulder, and then buried his face into my pussy.

“I love watching you touch yourself,” he said, nipping at my clit. “But your pussy coming under my tongue is better.”

And I did uncontrollably. Seeing him pleasure himself had gotten me so wet that the slightest provocation from Austin’s tongue sent me straight over the edge.

I dropped to my knees as my orgasm rocketed through me.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned.

“You’re going to be saying that a lot.”

My eyes locked with his. “Were you thinking about me?”

I reached out and wrapped my hand around his throbbing cock.

“Only you, babe.”

“What was I doing that got you so hard?”

He panted, slamming his hand against the wall, as I drew out his pleasure. “First, you sucked me off.”

I moved my mouth forward and brought my tongue all the way up his cock. Then, I sucked in the head.

“And then?” I asked.

“Then, you let me take that sweet ass of yours.”

“That what you want?”

His eyes met mine as I left bright red lipstick marks all up and down his cock. That was a yes.

I could feel him tensing, getting ready to come. As if he couldn’t hold out any longer. He shot sticky liquid into my mouth, bracing himself against the wall of the shower and crying out.

“Fuck, Jules! Jesus Christ! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cried.

I swallowed his come and teetered back on my heels. “You’re going to be saying that a lot,” I teased.

I reached for the strap on one of my heels to take it off.

Austin’s hand shot out. “Don’t fucking take those off.”

“Oh?”

“I’m fucking you in that. Only that.” His eyes traveled over my flushed body. “I’m never going to be able to look at those heels again without thinking about you showing up and getting me off.”

I blushed, pleased with myself. Austin reluctantly wiped the lipstick off his dick, turned off the shower, and then dragged me into his room.

“I want to try this,” he said.

“Try what?”

He grabbed a bottle of lube, and then we walked back downstairs.

He moved me over to his couch and then bent me over the arm of it. He smacked my ass, leaving a stinging pain in its wake. I gasped and squeezed my legs together. But it was a waste. I was spread open for him and completely at his mercy. And I was soaking wet. So ready for him.

“God, Jules,” he groaned as he pressed his cock against my opening.

I whimpered as he entered me, taking me in long, easy strokes. I didn’t know how I was even functioning with how he was teasing me. He held on to my hips hard. I could see why he’d wanted to try this. The arm of the couch was the perfect level. And he bottomed out over and over and over again.

“Perfect. You’re perfect,” he said, shaking from exertion.

We were both already so close again. I could feel the early waves of an orgasm washing over me. I sank my hands into the sofa cushion and muffled a scream into the pillow.

“Not yet,” he instructed.

“Please,” I begged.

I felt a cold squeeze of lube over my ass. He pressed one finger into the hole and then another. I tensed around him, and then I took a deep breath and relaxed.

“You ready to come for me?”

I nodded, pushing my ass toward him. He chuckled at my desperation to have him take me like that. I wasn’t ashamed that I loved it. We both did. And I was going to come so hard once he filled me.

The head of his cock touched my ass, and slowly, he stretched me around him. I gasped as my body opened to take him all the way in. It burned at first, but as soon as he fit into me, that subsided. And all I felt was pleasure as he moved in and out of me with ease. Not slamming into me, as he had with my pussy, but taking care with my ass. Knowing that every little movement shook us each to our core.

The next time Austin filled me, I came with a force. I squeezed around him, and he finished with me. My body was properly filled, fucked, and finished. Austin withdrew, and still, I didn’t move. I didn’t know if I could.

“That was…wow,” I murmured into the pillow.

“Yeah. It really was,” he said.