Not Enough: Is love ever enough? (The Enough Series Book 1) Page 12
With a mischievous grin lighting his face he toys with me. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
I am laying sideways across his bed on the luxuriously comfortable down comforter. Five minutes ago, I would have told you I would be asleep within seconds of my head hitting the bed, but that was before I could see Austin looking at me with raging desire in his eyes. He stalks over to the bed and pulls my foot up kissing the sole and biting the pad of my toe before running his tongue up my instep sending a wake-up signal straight to my sex.
“Oh Ry, I let you have your way in the shower, but now we will do it my way, nice and slow.” His voice is low and raspy igniting a fire deep within me.
He continues working his way up the inside of my leg lacing every inch with feather soft kisses and the need within me continues to grow. I reach down and run my hands through his damp hair trying to urge him to my center. Instead, he looks up at me with a sexy smirk and shakes his head. Eventually he does make his way to the center of my V lightly stroking my folds before running his tongue up and down my slit.
My insides throb and moisten in anticipation. He slides one finger in furthering my spiral towards ecstasy. I slide up to watch his carnal assault before he replaces one finger with two and massages me from the inside. I am so close to plummeting into eternal bliss when he stops and begins a predatory crawl up my body.
He rains kisses about my abdomen and chest before taking my nipple into his hot mouth sucking and biting forcefully. He takes my other bud between his fingers rolling it, pulling it, and causing it to pebble at his touch. I am teetering on line between pleasure and pain needing his touch as much as I need my next breath.
I fist my hands in his hair and wrap my legs around him longing for friction between my thighs to release the unending pressure that continues to build. He works his way up my neck sucking and kissing in all the right places. My body has now become one bundle of nerve endings waiting for his next move.
When he finally takes my mouth into his I am wound so tight I cannot do anything but suck on his bottom lip and beg for my release. “Austin please.”
He continues to kiss me as he reaches below to my swollen sex and rubs the bundle of nerves. “Come for me Ry, now.” I comply on command.
My world goes dark as the orgasm tears through me lighting up every available feeling. While the orgasm crashes through me, he slides two fingers in pressing the perfect spot causing the earth-shattering climax to continue past any level imaginable. My head back, my back arched, and I moan in pleasure as I grip his muscular shoulders trying to ground myself. “Oh baby, you are so wet, I can’t wait to fuck you,” he growls.
My body comes down and I see the heady need and desire in Austin’s eyes. He enters me slowly before letting out a guttural moan when he is fully sheathed. I see his jaw tense and release as he tries to reign in his control. “Ry, after seeing that I’m not sure I can make good on the nice and slow promise.” As he rotates his hips a few times, the now familiar warmth spreads within me.
I reach up taking his face between my hands. “Fuck me.”
His control wanes and instinct takes over as he slides out of me to the tip and back in a few times. “Are you sure Ry, I don’t want to hurt you.”
His slow torture is causing yet another orgasm to build within me and I long to see him fall apart the way I already have. I clinch my insides around his cock and meet his strokes with my hips. He leans down and kisses me hard. “You are going to unman me.”
As he slams into me, I slide up on my elbows to watch as our bodies join. I don’t make it in that position long before my body coils in sweet desire. My breasts are bouncing and I reach down to hold them only to see that my hands on them send Austin overboard. He slams his mouth down onto one causing his pace to slow infinitesimally. His warm wet mouth on my nipple causes me to need him closer. I pull on his shoulders pulling him into me while wrapping me legs around him.
Balancing his weight on his forearms next to my head we become a tangle of body parts joined in every possible way. Our tongues meld, my hands fist in his hair, and he nips my lip with his teeth. I feel like we are one, we are here solely to bring pleasure to one another. He circles his hips as he drives into me and my body goes rigid with pleasure. I clinch my walls around his cock hoping to increase his pleasure. “Fuck Rylee.”
I continue to milk his cock within my sex the friction causing my arousal to peak as he slams into me. His length throbs and flinches unleashing my pent up orgasm. We come apart screaming each other’s names.
We lie still with him on top of me and still buried within me for several minutes. His head is nuzzled into the crook of my neck and we are both breathing hard. His heart is pounding against my chest in time with my heartbeat. Who knew sex could be like this, I have never in my life had sex that can only be described as life affirming or in this case, life altering. Austin shifts his weight so that his side is on the bed, but his head remains cuddled on my chest. I stroke his back content and happy in this moment. I hope it never ends.
Our breathing evens out and our heart rates return to normal before Austin lifts his head and kisses the underside of my jaw.
“Ry, you make me so happy. Do you know that?” His voice is quiet and groggy. I can tell he is tired. Of course, I can’t imagine why he would be tired after the marathon of sex he laid on me.
I feel the same way about him. “I want to make you happy baby.”
He smiles, but he doesn’t move. “I love you Ry.” His breathing evens out, and he is out.
I can’t help doing a little mental happy dance. I make Austin Black happy, and he is asleep on my shoulder. “I love you too Aus,” I whisper to the best thing to ever grace my life.
I lay there awake for a few more minutes realizing we are still horizontal on the bed and now that our body temperatures are returning to normal, it is getting chilly. Instead of moving or waking my peaceful man, I pull the comforter from the top of the bed down and the bottom up to cover us as best I can. Once I have us wrapped in a mock cocoon I wrap my arms around the man I love and drift off into a deep and serene sleep. Austin Black will either be the greatest thing that ever happened to me, or my ultimate demise.
Chapter 26
I wake up shocked to find I am now vertical in bed with my head on a pillow and Austin wrapped around me. I can’t help smiling he must have moved us during the night. It is just after nine a.m., and I am surprised to be awake. As I lay here comforted by the strong arms wrapped around me, I take stock of the soreness in my body. It feels like I have been through the workout of my life. Although, I have never enjoyed a workout more.
My phone is chirping from the bathroom where I left it last night. I bet it is a message from J checking up on me. Reluctantly, I slide out of Austin’s grasp careful not to wake him and make my way to the bathroom to silence the annoying beep of my phone.
I slide the screen open and see three new text messages two from J and one from an unknown number.
J: *We will be home in 20, just FYI J* 2:20 am
J: *Are we doing brunch like usual? I’ll cook… lol* 8:45 am
Yeah, Jeremy cooking is laughable that boy can’t cook soup without ruining it. We always do a huge brunch after a night out drinking and then lounge around all day watching TV. I know I can’t go home while Austin is still asleep, and I don’t want to wake him up so I decide we are now having brunch at his place. Hope he doesn’t mind. Plus, I have been dying to play in his amazing kitchen. I text J back detailing the new plan:
Me: *Yeah, but let’s do it at Austin’s, say 2 hours* 9:10 am
That should give me plenty of time to assess what Austin has to cook and to prepare a decent meal. I smile to myself. It is going to be a good day. I splash water on my face, pull my braid out, and put my hair up into a ponytail. My bag is downstairs so I throw on my panties from last night and Austin’s t-shirt, which smells of him and makes my heart flutter. Since I haven’t had a proper shower wearing last night’s underwear i
sn’t too gross, right? Phone in hand, poised to leave the bathroom, I notice the blue light is still signaling an unread text. I open the screen to check it:
Unknown: *U think u can replace me bitch but u can’t* 12:45 am
Strange, that text would have come through not too long after Austin, and I got home. Since it is an unknown number, I chalk it up to a wrong number. I cannot imagine anyone who would send me that text on purpose. Who would I be replacing? Ignoring it seems best because nothing will ruin my good mood today.
I make my way out of the bathroom and head for the kitchen but not before stopping to take a long appreciative look at the sleeping god who rocked my world last night. He is absolutely gorgeous wrapped up in his sheet with his hair a mess and a slight smile on his face.
I want to walk over there and kiss him so bad, but I don’t want to risk waking him. Boss and I make our way down the staircase and across the living room in relative silence. I let Boss out before heading into the kitchen to see what I have to work with.
My phone buzzes in my hand. I get an uneasy feeling until I see it is from J.
J: *Sounds good if u r sure he doesn’t mind* 9:15 am
Me: *Hope not, he is still asleep. It will be fine. C u @ 11* 9:16 am
J: *I’m starving. C u then* 9:17 am
I rummage around the kitchen and find everything I need to make bacon, eggs, biscuits, gravy, and hash browns. Jeremy will be ecstatic. He loves breakfast food more than anything. I get started by peeling and chopping the potatoes and then start on the dough for the biscuits. While looking for a cheese grater I find the built in stereo and turn it on to find it is equipped with satellite radio. I locate the hair band station and resume my prep work. As I am singing along to Journey’s timeless rendition of Don’t Stop Believing I feel Boss walk up beside me. It startles me when I realize I didn’t let him back inside.
Soon I turn to find Austin sitting on a barstool his head propped on his hands watching me with a huge smile on his face. Well, this is embarrassing. My cheeks begin to flush as I return a small smile.
He walks over and traps me in his. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” If he finds this mess and my bad singing sexy, he is either smitten with me, or he has lost his mind.
I return his embrace. “Morning gorgeous, I made you coffee and I am making brunch for us and the boys. I hope you don’t mind it is kind of tradition with us after a night out.” I look up at him through my eyelashes to see a smile in his dreamy blue eyes.
“Ry, I don’t care what you do as long as you are here with me. You can cook for the entire city for all I care.” I give him a quick peck, which he turns in to a tantalizing seduction.
He wraps my legs around his waist with his hands firmly gripping my ass. His arousal presses through the thin lace of my black thong causing my insides to clinch in anticipation. “Austin, this has to be quick. J and Bode will be here in just over an hour.”
I'm sure he heard me because he finds my clit with two fingers and rubs with intensity. I cover his shoulder in small nips and bites as my arousal grows. “Hope you aren't attached to these panties,” he mumbles into my mouth as he rips the thin lace from my body.
He walks us towards the wall and as my back hits the hard surface, he yanks his pajama bottoms down before sliding his hard shaft into my wet tunnel. This sex differs from last night as he pounds into me with power. My body builds towards a climax and I claw at his shoulders to pull myself closer to him. He bites my nipple through his t-shirt and sends me spiraling out of control. I close my muscles around his cock to ignite his climax. He pumps into me a few more times before emptying himself in my wetness.
He turns us so that his back is to the wall before sliding down to the floor with me draped across his lap. I want to stay in this position forever. I could easily close my eyes and fall asleep with my head on his shoulder, but I need to get up and finish breakfast. J would not be impressed by finding his little sister half-naked on the kitchen floor straddling her boyfriend.
“Hey Aus,” he lets out a low moan, “I have to get up baby.”
He nuzzles his head between my breasts. “In a minute Ry, I need to hold you for a minute longer.” I cannot resist to that plea. We sit there for a few moments before he seems to regain his composure. “Now that’s how you start the day! Let’s do this, how can I help?”
Smiling at him, I unfold myself from his lap. “First, you can help by finding me some underwear since you so rudely did away with these,” I say holding up the remains of my favorite black, lacy thong.
He pushes himself up off the floor, adjusts his pajama pants so they hang deliciously off his hips, and then shrugs his shoulders with a cat ate the canary grin on his face. “What can I say Ry, they were in the way. But, I will go get you another pair. However, I cannot guarantee they will not meet the same fate as the last,” he says with a cocky grin.
“Austin Black you are insatiable,” I say shaking my head still surprised someone like him wants me the way he does. I make my way to the sink to wash my hands and resume breakfast preparations in awe of my newfound happiness. He turns to leave the room, hopefully in search of my panties, giving me a divine view of his sculpted back and shoulders. I mentally slap myself back to reality. I could lose myself watching him and if I had my way, he wouldn't be allowed to wear a shirt, ever. Damn, he is sexy!
Chapter 27
Following my more than welcome distraction, I am down to forty minutes before J and Bode will be expecting food. I grab the few remaining ingredients I need and place the biscuits in the pre-heated oven. Now, I need to find a frying pan and get the bacon started. Cool air hits my still sensitive sex startling me as I search the lower cabinet for pans. As I root around in the cabinet I try to pull my t-shirt down to cover my exposed behind. Failing I feel a soft slap to my ass followed by an appreciative moan.
“Is this an invitation for round two,” he asks in a husky tone. His hands on my bare ass distract me as I debate the possibility of round two.
Responsibly, I stand up and remove his suggestive hands. “No, that was not an invitation. Where are my panties,” I try to say sternly.
“Oh, baby if I can get that view I might just do away with all of your lacy underthings.” He gives me an appreciative once over before reaching over and handing me a pile of clothes. “Here go put these on before I lose all of my self-control.”
I glance at the stack of clothes in my arms. “Austin, I asked for a pair of panties, care to explain the rest?” I am holding my panties, matching bra, a pair of his sweatpants, and a sweatshirt. I am pretty sure I know why he brought me all the extras, but I am going to make him fess up to it. I raise my eyebrow suggestively while pressing the pile of clothes between our bodies.
his hand glides through his hair and I can tell he doesn’t want to voice his reasons for the extra articles of clothing. “Well, I can’t have you parading around here in that with J and Bode here.” Yep, I was right, but he isn’t getting off that easily.
I rise up on my tiptoes placing my mouth next to his ear, “Oh no, and why can’t I wear this? It’s nothing they haven’t seen before,” I say in a low breathless tone.
His jaw clenches at the mention of them having seen me in little clothing and he takes a controlled deep breath. I don’t like being told what I can and cannot do, but this alpha male jealous side of Austin is hot. Exhaling his deep breath, he retorts in a serious tone, “They may have seen it before but that was before it was mine.”
He pauses for a moment before catching me in his darkened gaze, “I. DO. NOT. SHARE.”
I know it bothers Austin that Bode, and I had an intimate relationship. Bode was my first sexual partner when we were still in high school. We dated off and on for nearly two years, but we were always better at being friends than anything more. I really think we just used each other as placeholders during a rough time in our lives, which is why we are still friends. Hell, we haven’t been anything more than friends in nearly a decade
. Bode and I are close. He is like a brother to me. It doesn’t bother me to admit that I love Bode albeit in a purely platonic fashion.
I'm sure I shouldn’t tease Austin in this situation, but I just cannot help myself. I cock my head to the side so I can see deep into his eyes. “Yours huh, you really think so?”
Doing my best to maintain a serious face, I see a hint of uncertainty flash through his blazing blue eyes before he exclaims, “Yes, mine. Do you have a problem with that?”
I wrap my arms around his strong core and plant a kiss in the center of his bare chest. “No baby, I’ve got no problem with it.”
He relaxes in my arms. “Alright you tease go get dressed.”
I decide to meet him halfway with my wardrobe choice. I put on the black lace panties and matching bra before sliding his comfortable gray sweatpants on. To compensate for the length I roll the waistband over a few times. To complete the ridiculous outfit, I throw on a tight black tank top with spaghetti straps. Back in the kitchen, I give Austin a wink and smile acknowledging my blatant defiance. He just shakes his head. “Come on, Ry, you are killing me here.”
With the last of the food ready and on the table, I hear Austin open the gate for my boys. I bide my time straightening up the kitchen and realize I am burning nervous energy. I don’t know why I am suddenly nervous I have cooked for J and Bode thousands of times. However, this nervousness isn’t about my cooking ability.
No, I am nervous because this will be the first time all the men in my life will be spending real quality time together. I desperately want them to get along because I would never be able to choose between my family and the man who makes me feel alive.
My unease settles when I see Austin welcome them into his home. I peer around the corner anxious to see how this plays out. It is a pleasant surprise when they strike up a conversation with ease. There doesn't even seem to be any animosity between Austin and Bode.
J excuses himself. I hop back around the counter and try to appear busy. J and Bode are both dressed in comfortable workout pants and t-shirts. They both look like they just rolled out of bed. My brother walks over, slides his arm around my waist, and places a kiss to the top of my head. “Everything going ok baby girl.”