“Don’t touch me just yet. It’s too much…having you look at me like that.” His right wrist moved, creating a corresponding reaction from the rope. He gritted his teeth to contain a groan as moisture beaded on the tip of his arousal. “Fuck, that’s good. You’re going to make it hurt so bad, though, aren’t you?” His eyelids lifted as though he’d been drugged, his gaze raking over her breasts, her lace-covered mound. “Every second of the day I’m not inside your body hurts. This is child’s play compared to what I’ve woken up with between my legs for the last six months.”
“You think so?” The question emerged sounding choked, a reaction to Austin’s intensity. To learn that she hadn’t been the only one waking up with an unmanageable yearning, far more prominent on days after she’d been in his presence. Empathy urged her to get back on her knees and make up for his end of the pain they’d both experienced. But a quick removal of his edge wasn’t what either of them wanted. Or needed.
It wouldn’t teach him the lesson she’d been tasked with delivering. She didn’t know if the delicious responsibility was a product of Austin’s guilt and her disapproval, only knew they would remain unfulfilled without her following through. And God, she didn’t have a choice. Her blood pumped; her hands felt weighted. He sat before her looking like a scorching-hot sacrifice. All for her.
Polly floated to the space between his legs, twisting her body in a slow dance, running light fingertips down her rib cage. “I’ve been waking up with the same problem. All…wet and needing to be filled up.” She pinched the sides of her lace panties and peeled them just below her damp center, gasping when Austin jerked in the chair. “You think we were touching ourselves at the same time?”
“I’ve thought about it.” His chest rose and shuddered back down. “I’ve thought about it all while abusing my dick to your image.”
God. She let the panties fall to her ankles, nudging them aside with one foot, before planting her hands on Austin’s shoulders and leaning in to speak inches from his mouth. “Be a good boy and tell me your favorite thing to think about.”
His gaze was trained on her breasts, so close to his mouth. So close. Polly eased nearer, letting her nipples hover just within reach, but when he tried to close his mouth around her, she moved back. Austin followed, the action sending the silk coiling tighter around his erection, ripping a vile curse past his lips. “Fuck. Fucking Christ.” Sweat broke out along his upper lip. “M-my favorite is flipping you upside down in one of those skirts. Bathing your * with my tongue while you attempt to choke me down. Your hands are on my ass, pulling me closer…and when you come for my mouth, I feel the reaction in your throat. Then—”
Thighs clenched together, Polly couldn’t get a proper breath, swaying on her feet under the impact of Austin’s vivid description of his fantasy. “Then?”
“Coming in your mouth used to finish me. But there’s more now that I know what you need. Now…you don’t let me come. Until I turn you back over and fuck you again.” His eyes squeezed shut on a groan, his arousal growing between them. “Again. And again. Hard. Slow. Doggy. Until I need to come so bad, I can’t move without my tip dripping. Then you finally give me permission and it’s so goddamn good.”
Polly didn’t realize she’d started touching herself between her legs until Austin opened his eyes and started to shake his head, a frantic movement so unlike him.
“No. No.” His right hand reached for her, resulting in a shout of pain when the silk tightened at the root of his erection. It took him a moment to speak again, voice shaking when he managed it. “Your pleasure belongs to me. We agreed.”
“Did we?” Polly breathed, using her index and middle fingers to massage her sensitive nub with painstaking slowness. “I don’t recall agreeing to that.”
His gaze started to lose its glazed quality, sharpening now where her fingers worked. “Don’t do this to me,” he grated. “I’ll beg. Is that what you want? Please. Please let me, Polly. Climb up on my shoulders and let me eat you. Anything you want.”
She didn’t want to be affected by the abject misery in his voice, but it wrapped around her throat in a stranglehold, even as her desire grew. Conflicting emotions that packed a power punch. Hearing him beg, while reaching the point where she felt the need to beg for him as well, started a vicious churning for relief. An insistent inner voice urged her to push, though. Just a little more. The payoff would be worth it for the both of them. She had no choice but to trust that intuition.
“Stop touching what’s mine immediately, Polly.” When she dipped her middle finger inside herself, Austin’s gaze went wild. His neck and chest muscles stood out, biceps flexing as he pulled on the rope. “Give me my hands. Give them to me now.”
“No.” Polly draped her legs over his strong thighs, seating herself on his lap. The position caused each stroke of her hand to nudge his rampant erection, earning her a shouted denial from his mouth.