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Effortlessly, Austin sits up and kneels between the back of my thighs. I jump at his sudden closeness and prop myself up on my elbows as I look for a way out, but Austin simply pushes my face down again.
“You’re not, you’re not…” Panic races through my body. Fuck, I can practically taste the fear on my lips, hating that I’m not stronger, or more experienced for that matter. Hating that I can’t protect my pitiful feelings better from his game. Because he’s playing me like a hockey match, that much I know.
His hand is still firmly placed on my skull, keeping my face flat on the pillow, trapping me in every single way possible.
“I haven’t had a shower, I haven’t—”
“Shh.” His long, cool fingers slide over the nape of my neck toward my shoulders. “Relax, you’re getting all stressed.” Austin’s lips brush past my ear and I suck in a deep breath as I try to ignore the desire licking at my insides and the tingling where his touch lingers. That same heat ignites a flame in my crotch. God, I’m pathetic. How is it even healthy to want a man who is tormenting me?
“Let’s get that body of yours to relax after such a long,longday.”
“If you think that I’ll relax with you, you’re mistaken,” I bite out.
“Oh, come on now, no need to be so hostile. After all, we’re on a mission together, aren’t we?” He traces another line with his fingertips, leaving a trail of goosebumps that make me shiver.
“Then why don’t we just focus on that,” I breathe, his light touch consuming my mind.
Austin chuckles softly. “Never heard of mixing business with pleasure?” I feel a gentle stroke through my hair before he suddenly pulls it firmly, tilting my face upwards from the pillow, baring my neck. I squirm when he traces a slender finger along the line of my vein before he dips it below the hem of my shirt. Surely he doesn’t mean that he wants to… I’ve never been touched in that way. Fear creeps back through the cracks of my defenses and it’s enough to make me irritable again. “Fuck off, you freak. I’m not here to combine anything with business.”
“Hush now,” Austin soothes. “No need to decide right now. Let me start by massaging those tense muscles.”
“I don’t want a fucking massage,” I sneer and move forward on my knees and elbows, shoving the bedside table away in an attempt to try to crawl off the bed. For a brief moment, I think that I’m getting there, but then the air is knocked out of me as his fingers curl around my neck and squeeze, before he shoves me face down onto the pillow once more. As soon as he releases his grip, I try to let out a growl, though I fail miserably by the sound of my whimper. My body’s on fire, confused and aroused by Austin’s manhandling, and clearlynoton the same page as my brain.
I don’t want to want him.
“Liar,” he rumbles in a low voice. My blood pumps toward my groin, and my cock grows hard. I hiss in distraction, involuntarily allowing him to straddle my waist with his thick, muscular thighs. Before I can fully register what’s happening, my hands are pinned above my head and I gasp at the sensation of teeth biting my neck. A soothing tongue licks the sensitive flesh, and laps over every inch of skin.
“What are you doing?” I hiss. Fuck, I hadn’t thought that it would become this complicated this fast. “Marking my territory, princess. Now, be a good boy and give me what I want.” He rolls his hips a few times slowly and I let out a whine when I feel something hard pressing against my ass cheeks.
“That’s it,” Austin mutters as he gives my ass another lazy roll. “Just relax, I’ll take good care of you.”
Chapter 6: Austin
Does he not realize that the way he’s wiggling his ass against my cock is driving me crazy? To test my theory, I roll my hips against his ass again and he lets out the sweetest of mewls as his lower body bucks uncontrollably. Hm, perhaps not. Anddamn, does that make me crave him even more.
Sure, my methods are more than debatable and it really isn’t my style to blackmail someone into submission, butdamn.
Could he still be a virgin? He’s so fucking responsive that he’s got me thinking. Normally I stay away from the inexperienced ones, and especially those straight guys wishing toexplore, but Connor’s shy, uncomfortable demeanor has me fucking horny. I’m glad that I changed into something more comfortable, because my dick’s so hard that it would have hurt in tight jeans.
I slip my hand under Connor’s shirt, enjoying every inch of the smooth, warm skin on my fingertips. “Look at you,” I croon. “In the end, it only took me a few months to find you.” I tease his flesh, enjoying the ripple in his muscles as they flex in response. He’s still stiff as a pole, but at least he’s stopped fighting me. For now. To be fair, he’s not going anywhere the way he’s flat on his belly, trapped beneath my hard thighs, hands trapped above his head.
I tug on his t-shirt, showing him what I want. We’re both ignoring the fact that I didn’t so much find him, as we accidentally crossed paths. But considering the situation, that’s merely a detail.
“We’re supposed to be working,” Connor mumbles from his pillow. “Not doingthis.”
“This?Thisis merely a friendly massage. Can’t have my partner in crime being so worked up. Let’s get to it, since you’re so eager.” I tap him on his shoulder. “Leave your hands there.” As I lift up his shirt, Connor’s lean, sculpted body is exposed. His back is pale and flawless. I bend forward and greedily drop kisses on the fair skin. He stiffens and I see a nervous tick in his exposed jaw.
“Good boy,” I praise as I pull the shirt over his head, ruffling his thick, auburn hair once his naked back is fully exposed to me. He lets out a stream of muffled curses that make me grin. I’ve always enjoyed dominating my partner in the bedroom, but there’s something so devilishly delicious about being with frozen fire.
When will he let go of his boundaries and show me his teeth? I know he’s got spirit; he comes from crime. Butthisis new territory for him, so until he breaks free, he’s in my power and we both know it.
“Sorry, you were saying?”
Connor pulls his head up and barks, “You’re such a bastard.”
“Nah, you don’t mean that.” I grab him by the neck and hold him up, while lazily licking the seam of his lips. Connor presses his mouth firmly closed and my suspicion that he’s inexperienced grows, making my cock throb in my pants. My hands firmly massage his shoulder blades. “No kidding man, you’re so wound up.” I give him another few kisses and he grinds his hips down on the bed. When he realizes what he’s doing, he immediately stops and clears his throat while his shoulders tense once more.
Fuck, Connor Donnelly. The guy I only met a few weeks before graduation, thanks to some twisted dickhead who sent me that anonymous video. I still can’t believe it. Initially, I was furious that some dude actually had the courage to take aphotoof me in the showers, but that fury quickly turned into something else. Something far too primitive for my liking. Now a foreign, tingling feeling slowly takes over my brain—Ineedto have him, to taste him, to experience the full, fucking ride.
