Megan Hart - Switch

Austin murmured against my cunt. His lips and tongue and

teeth formed words I couldn't understand. He teased my

clitoris with smal, sweet licks and opened me with his

fingers to stroke me inside, too.

Everything about it was perfect. I didn't have to tel him

what I wanted or what I liked. He already knew.

In moments my orgasm built, ready to spil, but I didn't beg

him to hold off. I lifted myself against his mouth, urging him

to move faster. The world faded away until nothing

to move faster. The world faded away until nothing

remained but the tension coiling in my bely, the pleasure of

his mouth and hands on me, the soft sigh of his breath as

he whispered my name.

I went over. Slip-slide-fal and up again, desire blocked

out everything else. The world crashed, and Austin was

with me al the way when it did. His mouth eased off while

his hands cradled me until the leap and jerk of my muscles

stiled.

But if I knew Austin, he knew me, too. With less than a

minute for me to come down, he moved up my body to

take my mouth. His fingertips found my clit again and

circled. He took me to the edge within seconds. His cock

nudged me a moment after that.

I'm on the pil but I'm not stupid, not even for Austin. Not

like that, at least. "Condom."

He reached a long arm to yank open my nightstand, even

though I hadn't said that's where I kept them. He puled

out the long string of them—the same ones I'd bought a

year ago when I was thinking about having lots of random

sex with strangers. I never had gotten around to it. I'd only

ever used them with him.

ever used them with him.

It was tricky, him putting on the condom without leaving

my clit, so I helped him out by using my own hand in his

place. He roled on the rubber and moved between my

legs. Breathless, I put a foot on his chest to keep him from

sliding inside me.

"No," I said.

My fingers were wet when I took them away from

between my thighs. That was what he'd done to me. For

me. I held out my hand and he took it to help me off my

back. I pushed him gently until he sat and I gripped his

cock to hold it stil as I slid onto his lap.

Chest to chest, groin to groin and then, mouth to mouth.

My arms went around his neck and held the back of his

head. We kissed, hard but slow. Our tongues fought. He

tried to move, but without my cooperation could only rock

upward a tiny bit. Even when his hands gripped my hips,

my legs wrapped around his waist and I held my body stiff

and stil except for the kiss.

He let out a shuddering sigh. "Paige…"

I rocked my hips and squeezed him with my internal

I rocked my hips and squeezed him with my internal

muscles, but said nothing. I looked into his eyes. Austin

blinked and swalowed.

"Fuck," he said. "Just…"

"I like it when you say please," I told him.

He blinked again. I watched his throat work as he

swalowed. My fingers twisted in the hair at the nape of his

neck. I watched him give in to me.

"Please," Austin said, and I came just from the sound of his acquiescence.

His arms tightened around me as I shook with it. His

mouth found mine again. This time when he started to

move, I gave him what he wanted. I moved with him, not

against him.

His hands slid down beneath my ass to lift me higher on his

cock, and I countered with a downward thrust and a rol

of my hips that twisted me on him. I lost my grip in his hair

and had to settle for clutching at his back. My nails dug

furrows he'd notice later, but just then he only moaned into

my mouth.

my mouth.

I couldn't come again, but it didn't matter. Austin could,

and did with a grunt. His fingers bruised my ass and I

didn't care. Our bodies smacked and slapped, and my bed

shook. I bit his shoulder and he shouted and thrust so

deep inside me it hurt. I didn't care about that, either.

Blinking, tasting sweat, I opened my eyes and looked into

his. I felt the jump and play of muscles in his thighs and

bely and arms. Austin shivered a little, but I didn't think it

was from the cold.

I unwrapped my arms from his neck and tried to do the

same with my legs, but he clutched me close. "Don't go

yet."

The fucking was done. We used to spoon sometimes after

sex, in the bed we'd shared. In the dark. That was when

we talked the most, after the fucking was done.

I didn't want to talk to Austin now. With my body sated,

my mind wanted to block out the feelings he always

brought up in me. I pushed at his chest, and he let me go.

I went to the bathroom before he could say anything else. I

turned on the shower and got in without waiting for it to

turned on the shower and got in without waiting for it to

heat. Austin didn't come into the bathroom until steam had

veiled it. I heard him use the toilet, then run water in the

sink. I heard him fil my glass and set it down a moment

later. I waited for him to open the curtain and come in, but

though I was prepared to tel him to get out, Austin left the

bathroom.

He was dressed and sitting at the smal desk in my corner

by the time I came out, wrapped in a towel. He was too

big for my chair and that desk, another old piece I'd

inherited from my grandma. He was too big for me.

He looked up when I came in, and I saw he wasn't just

sitting there. He held my cel phone in one hand, the screen

flipped open. I hadn't heard it ring.

"What are you doing?"

Austin slowly closed my phone and set it on the desk. He

stood. He was too big for my room, too.

I wished I'd taken the time to pul on my robe. A towel

didn't seem adequate protection against the way he was

looking at me. I grabbed for my nightgown, but it had

tangled in itself when I threw it on the floor, and I couldn't

tangled in itself when I threw it on the floor, and I couldn't

easily slide it over my head.

"You got a message," Austin said. "While you were in the shower."

"Since when are you alowed to listen to my messages?" I

yanked the cotton into place and tugged it over my head.

With it covering my face, I closed my eyes, wishing when I

opened them I'd discover this was al an inconvenient

dream.

"A text message," he said.

I yanked the nightgown down on my shoulders and glared.

"Since when are you alowed to read my messages?"

I stalked to the desk and grabbed up my phone but didn't

look to see who'd caled. I cradled it to my chest, though,

the metal chil through the cotton. Austin didn't move.

"Wel?" I demanded. "What the hel, Austin? Who the hel do you think you are?"

"Apparently, I'm nobody," he said.

I'd braced myself for anger, or accusations. A message

I'd braced myself for anger, or accusations. A message

from Kira or my mom wouldn't have bothered him. It had

to have been from Eric, though I hadn't told him to send

me anything.

"I have to ask you, Paige. Is that what you want?" He

gestured at the phone, but since I didn't know what the

message had been, I couldn't answer.

I refused to look now. "You'd better leave."

Austin shook his head. "Answer me first. I think I deserve

an answer."

"I don't owe you—anything." My voice tore on the last

word and I shut my mouth tight to keep from breaking

totaly.

"Is that what you want?" he asked again, lower now.

To my horror, I saw he wasn't angry. Austin was close to

tears. I'd never seen him cry, not even when the dog he'd