Chapter 6
Mackenzie
Butt naked, lying on a warm, fluffy blanket on the bed of an F150 at the side of a country road in Iowa, staring up at the breathtaking sky, Kenzie almost forgot that she was ready to die from sexual frustration.
Almost.
Austin peeled his shirt off and dropped it onto the pile of pants and boxers next to her clothes.
“Won’t you be cold? You don’t have a snuggly blanket under your bare butt.”
Even in the muted light she could see his smile. “I am good.”
Picking up her foot, he placed a kiss on the inside of her ankle. Heavens to Betsy he was going to take his time with her? No. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
Would he?
Oh God. He could. He would. And he fucking was.
That douche canoe.
She fisted the blanket at either side of her hips and scrunched her eyes closed. She needed to buckle up and find some way to tap into her near-depleted stores of patience if he was going to drag things out.
No matter how much she’d read about their BDSM lifestyle since getting together with Austin, she couldn’t find a lot on ‘how to stop an orgasm that is charging at you at 3,000 MPH.’
His tongue swept up the inside of her calf, and his hand pushed her other leg a little wider, allowing him entry. An appreciative hum met her ears. “I can see how wet you are for me, Mackenzie.”
She could feel the tops of her thighs sticky with her arousal, so it wasn’t surprising that he could see it. In fairness, the Hubble Space Telescope could probably see it too. She’d never been so fucking wet.
She steeled herself for the journey… the build-up, the teasing, the torture.
But instead, he draped both of her legs over his shoulders, gripped her ass, and tugged her toward his face. He wasted no time sinking his mouth into her pussy and capturing her clit with his wide tongue.
“Squirting already, Love?” He licked again, and she moaned. “So needy for me.”
“Y-y-y…” Another lick. Another moan.
This was how she died.
Another lick.
Her sigh of relief that he wasn’t going to dance around her clit all night, carried with it any remaining tension in her body, as she liquefied under his touch. But her hips had taken a mind of their own and bucked wildly against his face as he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Once, twice… tingles started in her toes and the base of her spine, spreading to her extremities in seconds. Apparently she didn’t need direct clit contact to make her come. Or much contact at all for that matter.
“Austin, I-I-I…” Her fingers curled into his hair, and she was rewarded with another hum against her clit which made her shudder. Fuck she was sensitive. And close.
“Not… going… to… last.” She panted between words, pleading with her body to wait. Begging it to just hold tight and stave off the orgasm brewing in her core for a little bit longer. But with each languid stroke of Austin’s magic tongue she climbed higher.
He lifted his face from her pussy at the same time he slid his fingers inside her and pressed against her G-spot, then slid his thumb over her clit while he spoke. “Who said I wanted you to last? You have waited days for me, Mackenzie. I am so proud of you.”
Her walls twitched around his hand at his praise, and a wave of warmth surged through her body.
“I do love it when you squirt for me, Love.”
She shamelessly humped his hand as she forced herself to breathe.
“Consider this blanket permission, Mackenzie.” He lowered his face back toward her pussy. “I am going to make you come every way I can think of.” He dragged his tongue through her folds.
