Without Limits: Austin (Rugged Riders Book 4) (4 page)

“I miss this,” he whispered.

“Me too,” I said.

He reached over and gripped my thighs and then pulled them over his lap until I was straddling him. His dick was already bulging against the fly of his pants.

“You’re hard,” I said.

“Indeed.” He thrust his hips forward, pushing against my center.

My skirt was bunched up high over my thighs, but I didn’t care. That was the thing about Austin. Whenever I was with him, I didn’t care about anything else.

“If you were mine, do you know what I’d do right now.”

“What…” I breathed.

“I’d lift this skirt up some more and slid my fingers into your sweet, tight pussy. I would make you ride my finger and I’d play with your clit until you reached climax.”

I swallowed.

He placed two fingers against my lips. I parted them, letting him in just like he did.

“And then after that, I’d have you on your knees and I’d drive my dick between these sexy lips of yours. I’d fuck your mouth and make you beg to lick me clean.”

Austin Clark hadn’t changed. He was right. He was a dirty-talking sex fiend.

“All you have to do is say the words and I’ll cross that line,” he whispered. “But once I cross it…”

I repositioned myself to feel the rock hard proof of his arousal, making him groan out loud.

“What are we waiting for? You’re here now. We might as well take care of this unfinished business between us before you run again.”

He ran his fingers up through my hair and grabbed a handful of it. “Are you talking shit?”

I smiled slyly. “Just stating the obvious. And since we are shit talking, both you and I know that it was never your money that I was after.”

I pulled the ends of his shirt from his pants and slid my fingers up his chest. He groaned and rested his head back against the bench.

“Can you handle business in bed like you used to,” I asked, teasing him with my fingertips. “Or have you lost that touch?”

“Fuck it,” he growled.

He slammed his mouth down on mine, devouring me like a man with a relentless craving. I demanded no less from him, meeting his lips and tongue with a passion of my own. He tasted like chocolate and mint. His tongue dove deep and possessed every corner of my mouth. My nails dug deep into the skin on his chest. His hands were on my ass, grinding me into his hard core.

He tore his lips from mine. “You’re playing with me.”

“Am I?”

“I know that look in your eyes.”

“Do you want to fuck me or not?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah, I want to.”

“Then take me home,” I said, un-straddling him and straightening up my skirt.

Austin wasted no time rising to his feet and adjusting his pants, before taking my hand and leading me toward the parking area where the valet service had taken his car.

I was extremely aroused. There was no doubt about that. I wanted Austin to take me in a hundred different ways over and over again. On the way to my apartment, I grasped his thighs and even massaged his dick a few times.

He walked me to the door and I fumbled with my keys. Once I got the door opened, I shoved him back against the wall and kissed him passionately until he was rock hard against my belly again.

I trembled against him, almost giving in to the need to have his tongue against my pussy and feel his perfectly sized dick thrusting in and out of me again. But I knew what being deprived tasted like and I thought he should share the feeling with me.

I pressed my hand on his chest. “Thanks for the date and the dinner. Like I said, I’ll pay you back that loan.”

He frowned, his eyebrows coming together in confusion.

“Valerie…?”

“Reconciliation doesn’t have to result in hot makeup sex. You’re forgiven. Good night, Austin,” I said, and then slipped over the threshold pulling the door behind me.

The door was almost closed before I heard him say, “You’re kidding me, right?”

“No, I’m not. If you need a reason to run again, here it is.”

Against my better judgment, I closed the door on his face.

T
he next day
, it rained buckets for the entire day. Almost non-stop. By the time Monday morning rolled around, the rained still hadn’t let up. It was a bit of blessing in disguise since the number of customer visiting the store remained relatively low. I used that time to catch up with things I didn’t have time to do earlier in the week. The best part of my morning was logging into my bank account to see the deposit had come through for the large wedding party I’d sold dresses to last weekend. From the profits, I was able to cut three separate checks. One to buy more inventory, another to pad the payroll account for my employees, and another paid to the order of Austin Clark. I wasn’t sure if he’d gotten the memo that I’d called or if he’d received my message requesting where to send the check.

I wasn’t sure until Austin walked into my shop about two minutes to closing like he owned the place. My mouth had already dropped to the floor the moment he reached the counter where I was locking down some contents at the front desk.

“What are you…?”

“You called.” He rested an elbow on the counter and glanced throughout the store and then turned his wicked gaze back on me.

“I did, but that was hours ago,” I said.

“Was it to apologize?”

I almost laughed. “For what?”

He pressed his lips together. “I think you know.”

This time I did laugh.

“You think it’s funny that you left me standing at your doorstep with blue balls?”

“Blue balls,” I exclaimed. “I didn’t know there was such a thing.”

“That’s what it felt like,” he said.

“Well, you didn’t have to endure it. You had your hand and I’m sure at this point you could’ve found any woman willing to help you. After all, you are Austin Clark, the man that left our little town and made a name for himself.”

“I’m almost certain you’re enjoying this.”

I pushed off from the counter and walked over to the door. I turned the sign around to indicate that the shop was closed and then I locked the front door and pushed a button that let the security gates down.

“Level of enjoyment is subjective, Austin,” I replied.

“Then why would you call me here? To rub it in?”

I pulled out the envelope with the handwritten check in it and handed it to him.

“What’s this?”

“I needed your mailing address, but since I didn’t have it and you’re here now. Open it.”

He did just that and then exhaled. “I told you—”

“I know what you told me. I’m going to pay back that loan, regardless of what you think, Austin.”

“A hard head makes a very soft ass, Valerie,” he said, and then ripped the check in two and then in fours and placed the torn pieces on the counter.

I gasped.

“Don’t look so shocked,” he said.

The content smirk on his face told me that he had anticipated my reaction. He came around the counter and I had no choice but to back up against the wall behind me. He caged me in by pressing the flat of his palm on the surface right next to my head. My body responded in kind, heating up the mere centimeters of spacing between us. My nipples beaded against my bra. All I wore was a thin tank top and a bra due to the heat so I knew the evidence of my weakness was visible.

“Come any closer and I’ll make you pay.”

He chuckled softly. “Of course you will.” He arched one perfect brown eyebrow. “How would you like me to pay? He parted my legs with one gentle nudge of his thighs and then pressed his hips to mine. “Like this?” He was big and heavy against me. “Do you know what it’s like being in a state of constant arousal because of one woman?”

“You bastard,” I muttered.

“Yes, I am.”

“Why are you doing this to me? You’re the one who left. I forgave you, but I will not give in again. I don’t think I can trust any man like I did before.”

His eyes softened. “I want you now. You’re what I need. You’ve always been what I needed.” His breath fanned against my neck. “Be with me. Just this once. Let me show you what I’ve been fantasizing to do to you for years.”

I arched against him. I wanted him touching me everywhere. “Austin.”

“Let’s take it one day at a time. We don’t have to make any promises. Let’s just indulge in what we both obviously want. I didn’t come to run, Valerie. I came to take you back with me. If you don’t want to go, that’s fine. I’ll stay here with you. Whatever you need, I’ll do it.”

His lips traveled up from my neck and across my face, lingering against my cheek until he finally took my mouth. He nibbled gently at my bottom lip until I gave him free access. He kissed me more gently now than he did the other night. Our tongues played and twirled and my body rejoiced in the throes of our passion.

“Austin,” I mumbled against his lips. “I’m tired of being the one with the broken heart.”

I pushed against him, but he captured my wrists with his hand and lifted them above my head. Next he dipped his head and slid his hot, eager tongue against my cleavage. He used his free hand to lift my top until it came to rest at the top of my breasts. One tug behind my back and my bra was loose around me and my breasts dropped free from its confines. He plucked gently at my nipples with his fingers, rolling the buds around gently.

I moaned and rocked my hips against him. “Please…”

“I’ll do that, Valerie. I will please you until you’re satisfied beyond your wildest imaginations.”

Without warning, he bent his head low and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, licked, and played there. He went back and forth between both breasts, leaving wet, heated trails all over my skin.

“Remember I told you what I wanted to do to you?” he asked.

I bit my bottom lip and cried out as he tugged my nipple playfully with his teeth. “Yes.”

“I hope you weren’t expecting any more customers.”

“You mean here? As in, in this store?”

“Yes, beautiful. I’ve learned my lesson. I’d take you right here where you stand, but when I’m done with you, I want you to verbally beg me to fuck you. I bet you’re already wet.”

All I could do was nod.

With his mouth pushed against my throat, he slid his hands up between my legs, slipped his fingers inside my panties and drove his digits up into me. He parted my pussy lips and rubbed talented fingers against my swollen clit. He did all this while still licking at my sensitive nipples. He pumped his fingers into me over and over again, stroking my clit at just the right angle with each upward thrust. My body shuddered, my legs throbbed, and my clit pulsed. I bit hard on my lip and grabbed his shoulder, holding on for dear life. Then he was gone and cold air folded over me.

No, he couldn’t have…he wouldn’t have. My eyes flew open.

He stood there grinning, licking his lips, staring at me with wild abandonment. “I would never leave you this way,” he said. “I’m ready for our next course.”

Without warning, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the back of the store. His exploration of my body didn’t stop there and every caress across my skin brought back memories of our first time together and of every time after that.

“Take off that little sexy skirt.”

There was no way I was going to resist this time. We were alone and I wanted him.
Badly.

I hooked my thumbs under my waistband and dragged the skimpy skirt down over my hips. The garment fell to my feet. His warm, seductive gaze washed over me as his palms folded across my hips.

He walked me backward. There was a large square table in the center of the room where we stopped. I cried out in surprise when he lifted me on the tabletop.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered. “Every inch of you. From the hair on your head to the milk chocolate complexion of your skin.”

He helped me pull off my top and shed my bra until my breasts were completely exposed to me. He cupped them in his palms and rubbed the turgid nipples with his thumbs. He dipped downward and took one nipple into his mouth. He pulled my bud firmly into his mouth, sucking hungrily. I reached out and threaded my fingers to his hair and pulled him to my chest. His lusty groans of satisfaction turned me on even more. He knew my body too well. I could’ve reached climax like that, but he had other ideas.

He lifted one of my heeled feet and placed it on to his shoulders. As he positioned my legs to his satisfaction, he pressed his mouth my inner thigh, one and then the other, over and over again, rubbing his cheeks and lips back and forth over my heated skin. I leaned back slightly and held myself up on the table with both of my palms. He shoved my wet panties aside and pumped two fingers into my tight pussy. My hips bucked against his fist and I slid to the edge of the table, giving him easy access to all of me. When his fingers left me, I moaned in disapproval, but then he tugged my panties all the way down my legs and tossed them on the table beside me. I knew from this day forward, I would never work productively at this table again.

With my legs positioned on his shoulders, he settled between my inner thighs and nuzzled gently at my cleft. His roughened cheek rubbed lovingly against the small, manicured triangle of black hair.

“I’ve never forgotten the sweet cotton candy taste of you,” he murmured against me. “Your pussy is the color of pink roses still. God in Heaven, I can’t wait to make you mine. Completely and thoroughly mine.”

I had no words. I wasn’t planning on protesting what I’ve wanted all these years.

I was on my elbows, watching him. The moment he opened his mouth and devoured me, I moaned his name. My toes curled in the shoes and I was careful not to dig the sharp end of my heels into his back, but it was no use. He seemed to like it anyway as he pulled my pussy closer to his mouth. No part of my sex was left untouched and he took deep swipes of my pussy, using long swipes up and down. He showed my clit the utmost care as he lapped the right side and then the left and then sucking gently to take me deeper into ecstasy.

“I’m going to come,” I rasped.

His tongue entered me and he fucked me like that with everything he had. I’d only known such passion with him and if his only purpose was to come here this evening and show me how perfect he was for me then he had succeeded. I came undone, my cries of ecstasy echoing throughout the backroom. My body shook helplessly under his savage onslaught and my climax continued in vivid waves over me. He was a generous lover, holding me open and worshipping my pussy and clit with gentle strokes of his tongue. When he was done with me, he came up grinning and licking his lips.

“Oh my God,” I panted.

I watched as he began to undress, fumbling feverishly at the buttons on his shirt. I hopped down from the table to help him out. He seemed a little surprised by my actions, but I knew what I wanted. I undid his fly and shoved his pants down legs. He kicked off shoes and tossed all his garments to the side in the same pile. I remained on my knees, admiring the rock hard dick that I’d come to remember in my daydreams. His tanned skin contrasted well against my chocolate milk complexion. He was thick and lengthy and felt heavy against my palms.

I tasted him, sliding my tongue on the underside of his dick, starting at the base and moving along a throbbing vein to the tip. I took the soft mushroom-shaped head and sucked him inside my hungry mouth until he was buried some five inches within me. He tasted salty and sweet, like caramel and chocolate all rolled into one. I worked my mouth over him, going as deep as I could stand. He grabbed the back of my head and plunged all eight inches of himself into my mouth. I gagged on him when he hit the back of my throat. He groaned when I grabbed his hips, settled on the floor between his legs, and submitted myself to him. I hadn’t spent ten minutes on me knees when he pulled me up again to my feet.

“Your mouth on my dick feels amazing,” he murmured against my lips, kissing me. “But I’ve been waiting so long to fuck you, I can’t hold back. I can’t be gentle.”

“I don’t want you to be gentle,” I said.

With his big strong arms, he lifted me upward and I wrapped my legs around him. He sat me on top of the table again and grabbed a condom from the wallet he’d placed there. He rolled the latex down the length of his big cock. My legs were wrapped around him again and he slid into my pussy, inch by inch, spreading me wide to accommodate his thickness. I rocked my hips up into him until he was buried to the hilt inside of me.

This time, it was his legs that almost gave way. “Valerie, you feel so good. You’re mine. Do you understand me?”

I pressed my forehead against his and nodded.

“This—” he thrust hard “Is. Mine. The only man who can claim this. Who can put a ring on this…is me. I will love you. Without limits. I don’t care what anyone else says or thinks. Say you’re mine.”

I swallowed, holding back tears of joy. “I’m yours, Austin. Why did you take so long to realize that?”

When I caught his gaze again, I saw that his eyes had watered as well. I knew Austin just as well as he knew me. He wasn’t the type to let anyone see him cry. This was him opening up to me. No words were spoken as we exchanged what I understood to be our unspoken devotion to each other.

Austin took me to the other end of the room and pushed me back into the wall. He pulled out and then slid back into me slowly and deliberately. He did this over and over again until my body relaxed and all tension faded. From then on out, he fucked me with urgent need. Pounding himself into me and grinding upward against my clit. He plunged hard, using the wall behind me for support, giving me what I craved and taking what he desired in the process.

When I fell apart this time, he fell apart with me. My orgasm began as a tingling sensation in my nipples and then spread through my body, reaching all the way down to my toes. Raw satisfaction folded over his face and he thrust into me with more controlled and organized force as his climax took him. There was an inferno between us and the moment he spilled his seed into the condom, the sensations intensified and then exploded into a million difference pieces around us.

“Valerie.”

“Austin.”

The last remnants of his orgasm shuddered through him and then he held me tightly and we slid down to the floor. I hugged him close, feeling his rabid heartbeat against mine.