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Broken Headboards: Nights In New York Series Book 3 by Starr, Tara (30)

Chapter Thirty

Tess

It should be illegal to be this wet.

I couldn’t help it. By the time we got to Austin’s apartment, my thighs were so slick they’re slippery.

Seriously, is a woman’s body supposed to survive something like this? Can’t I die of dehydration or something? God, I hope that’s not how it goes for me. It’d be a shame if, after all the hard work I put into my business, this would be the one thing I’d become famous for.

“Tess,” he whispers against my lips, his body pressed against him. I lay my hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my fingertips, and I look straight into his eyes. There’s that hunger there, as always, but this time I see something more.

Maybe it’s passion.

Maybe it’s...love.

Whatever it is, it makes my pulse quicken, and my brain shuts down. I forget all about the competition, and the fact that we’re supposed to enemies is carried away by all the desire running through my veins.

Right now, we’re just...Tess and Austin.

“Make me yours,” I breathe out as I work my hands under his shirt, peeling it off his body. I let my fingers trace the contour of his hardened abs, and my insides clench in anticipation. Could he be any more perfect?

“I thought you already were,” comes his reply, his hands going up to my shoulders. Turning me around against the wall, he unzips my dress and starts pulling it down, my skin prickling as I feel the fabric going down my body, falling into a heap at my feet.

“I’ve never seen anything as perfect as you, Tess,” he tells me, his lips brushing against my ear. With his body on mine, his chest against my back, I feel him straining against his pants.

Turning around to meet his gaze, I press my forehead against his and look into his eyes. “You really know how to say all the right things, don’t you?” I tease him as I rest my fingertips on his chest, slowly allowing them to trail down to his waist. I unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and then flatten the palm of my hand against his boxer briefs, his hard cock throbbing against my curled fingers.

“And I also know how to do all the right things,” he replies, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants. We’re half-naked now, nothing but our underwear between us, and I feel that magnetic pull drawing me toward him.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I tease him, and he doesn’t waste a second. He picks me up into his arms, and carries me straight into his bedroom, pushing the door open with the tip of his foot.

There, he lays me gently on the bed, climbing after me. His fingers climb up my spine and he unclasps my bra, slowly pushing it off me. He leans in then, placing his lips right on my chest. His mouth hikes up the curve of my right breasts and, as he wraps his lips around my hard nipple, I left a soft moan out.

I close my eyes as he works his lips and tongue on my nipples, his long fingers gently squeezing my breasts, and then his mouth moves further down, the tip of his tongue trailing toward my stomach.

“I want to devour you,” he tells me, the sound of his voice coming at me from a distance. I can barely focus. “I want to take my time with you, and I want to taste every single inch of your body.”

Kneeling between my legs, he brushes his hands down my thighs and legs. Only then does he return his mouth to my body, his lips tenderly kissing my knee. I arch my back as I feel them trailing upward, going from my knee to my inner thigh. His kisses are gentle but hungry on my skin, softly heading toward that sweet spot between my legs, and I purr as I reach for him. I run my fingers through his hair, disheveling it, and try to guide his mouth to where I need it to be.

He fights against me, prolonging my suffering as he kisses my inner thighs, going from one to the other but always avoiding that maddening wetness in my pussy.

On one hand, I just want him to devour me, to ravage me as if he had no control over himself...but on the other, I just want this moment to last forever, even if that means I have to endure his endless teasing.

“Please, Austin,” I find myself saying, the need to feel his mouth on me overpowering everything else. I don’t know if it’s because I’m begging him to, or if he was already moving to attack, but he finally reaches for my clit with the tip of his tongue. He laps it gently, his tongue moving in steady circles around it, and then he finally presses his open mouth against my pussy.

“Oh, God,” I breathe out as he sucks my folds into his mouth. Holding my hips down, he keeps me in place as he gets to work, devouring me as if my pussy was the most delicious thing he had ever come across. And, sometimes, that’s the most important thing. It’s not about the technique—which Austin certainly has—but about tasting the desire in your man.

When someone looks at you with that fire in his eyes, and you know that his cock is rock hard just because of you...well, then the rest almost takes care of itself, doesn’t it? Sure, every once in a while what really matters is satisfying the craving of your body, but real sex nourishes the soul. Yeah, I know, I sound like a goddamn hippie right now. But screw it. I’m having the time of my life in here.

Now focused on my clit, both his lips and tongue working on it hungrily, he pushes one finger against my inner lips and pushes it in. He drives it straight home before sliding one more, and I arch my back again as flames of desire start dancing inside my mind.

I don’t even know how or when it happens, but when I come to my senses I’m gritting my teeth so hard I might shatter them. My muscles feel as heavy as concrete, a violent pressure building up inside of me, and when I finally come it feels as if even my soul has left my body.

I let out a scream, one loud enough to ruin my vocal cords, and then I prop myself up with my elbows. With my muscles still twitching from the orgasm, my whole body on fire from the inside out, I reach for Austin and pull him up toward me.

“I want you inside of me right now,” I tell him, my hands desperately pushing his boxer briefs down. I sneak a glance at his hard cock, anticipation raging inside me as I see the length of his hardness. Christ, I don’t want him inside of me—I need him inside me.

Smiling, he presses his naked body on top of mine. Our mouths crash then, and I close my eyes as I flavor myself in his lips. And, God, it feels so damn erotic to do it with him. There’s no judgement, no limits, no nothing. There’s only desire, and the frantic need to act on it.

“Fuck me, Austin,” I plead, biting at his earlobe.

Then, it’s all thunder and fire.

One single thrust and he eases himself me, his cock straining against my inner walls as he drives it home. I lace my legs around his waist, pulling him into me as I grind against him. He starts to thrust, picking up the pace slowly, and I surrender to the moment.

My eyes remain closed as his slow movements turn into a frenzied rush of passion, my mind burning with pleasure. “So good, Austin…” I moan, my eyes rolling in their orbits as I come undone. “So...fucking...GOOD!”

I explode, all tension exploding in my body as I come.

“We’re only getting started,” he growls, sliding his cock off pussy and kneeling.

Turning me around so that I’m laying down on my stomach, he hooks his fingers on my hips and then pulls me back. I raise my ass from the bed and, pushing my elbows against the soft mattress, to go on all fours in front of him. Just to know that I’m offering him the most vulnerable view that I can is enough to make my pussy ache with desire again. I know women can have multiple orgasms—in case you haven’t noticed by now, it happens every time I’m with Austin—but to actually want to come over and over again as I do with him...it’s almost surreal.

Austin makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, and somehow I can’t shake the feeling that we’re just getting started. To have sex with him—to surrender, to fuck, and to make love—is always going to feel like the first time. I know that’s not something anyone would want to put on their curriculum, but let me tell you...if someone could have it there, it’d have to be Austin.

I can already imagine it—Austin Randall, CEO and billionaire, perfect lover.

Sounds tacky? Probably. But it doesn’t make it any less true, does it? Perfect might be too strong of a word, I know that, but that’s exactly what he is—perfect. And judging by the way he just grabbed my hips again, pulling my ass toward him, I dare say things are about to become even more perfect.

I tremble in place as he places one hand between my thighs, brushing his long fingers over the length of my pussy, and then he grabs his cock with his free hand and places it at my entrance. Holding my breath, I wait for him to thrust, but he takes his time.

He starts pushing his cock inside of me inch by slow inch, and then holds his position when all of his length his finally inside of me. He reaches for both my breasts then, my nipples becoming even harder than before, and squeezes them in his hands as he finally starts to trust, his thighs slapping my ass hard.

Moan after moan cascades from my mouth, and I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits once more as my nerve-endings reach their breaking point. I feel as tense as I’ve ever felt, like a dam about to burst, and he still keeps on driving his cock into me relentlessly.

“Harder,” I beg of him, not even knowing if I can take it. I grab at the sheets hard, bunching them up in my fingers as he does exactly what I asked of him, pistoning into me so hard that even though my eyes are open I can’t see anything. Seems like my brain has directed all of its processing power to decoding the surge of pleasure washing over me. God, if this keeps going soon enough I’m gonna pass out.

And that would be a first, that much I can tell you.

“I want you to...come...for me,” I ask him between thrusts, and I start thrusting back against him, my ass cheeks slapping his thighs loudly. I hear his groans of pleasure and that just makes me work harder at it, my body moving rhythmically as he dictates the pace.

When my pussy finally starts tightening around his cock, beads of sweat are already trickling down my face, my muscles complaining from the effort. But I push through all the same, holding it in until he finally drives his cock so hard into me that I see stars behind my eyes.

“Fuck, Tess,” he groans as he gushes his cum inside of me, and that’s it for me. I collapse on top of the bed, completely exhausted as one final orgasm washes over me, consuming me whole and leaving nothing but ashes in its wake.

He follows after me, his chest pressed against my back as he keeps coming, giving me everything he’s got. We remain like that for a long while, both of us breathing as hard as if we had run a marathon. When he finally rolls to the side, sprawling himself next to me, I reach for his hand and lace my fingers on his.

He looks at me, smiles, and then kisses the tip of my nose.

“I love you, Tess Armstrong,” he says quietly.

And right then and there, I know it.

“I love you too, Austin Randall,” I say back to him.

Austin’s the one.