Megan Hart - Switch

crept out along his lower lip, leaving it glistening. The bead

of flesh pebbled between my fingers, and I roled the pad

of my thumb over his shirt, so soft with the nipple so tight

and hard beneath.

"Did you fuck her?" I repeated softly.

"I didn't fuck her, Paige. I swear it."

He groaned when I pinched his nipple again. When I slid

my hand under his shirt to find his bare skin Austin didn't

stop me. I hadn't expected him to.

My breath hitched at the feeling of his skin under my palm.

I curved my fingers to let my nails bite into him for a

second, then dropped it to his belt buckle. I tugged it hard

enough to move his hips, then let him go.

I stepped back. "He's not my boyfriend. But that doesn't

mean you can just keep coming over here and expecting

me to let you in my bed."

He puled his shirt off over his head and dropped it to the

floor. I'd traced those ribs with my teeth and lips and

floor. I'd traced those ribs with my teeth and lips and

tongue. I knew the holow of that bely and the taste of his

skin. I knew the heat of him.

He put his hand to his belt and undid the buckle. Then the

button. When he notched the zipper down one tooth at a

time, I bit my lower lip. When he shoved the denim over

his hips and down the thighs I'd spent hours nibbling, my

headache disappeared.

He stepped out of his jeans and pushed his socks off, too,

along with his briefs, and stood naked in front of me.

Austin was proud of his body and had a right to be. He

wasn't fuly hard, and I remembered the times I'd taken

him in my mouth to get him erect.

"Fucking won't change things," I warned him. Austin

shrugged and moved toward me, but I held up a hand to

stop him. "No."

He frowned and made as though to speak, but again I

stopped him. My voice surprised me, husky and low and

utterly, without-a-doubt, in charge.

"Go to my bedroom, Austin."

He took a hesitant step, then another, while I stayed stil.

He watched me bend to lift his jeans, the long denim legs

dangling while I yanked the belt from the loops. Austin's

eyes grew wide when I wrapped the leather around one

palm.

"Paige, what the hel?"

"Go to my bedroom," I repeated and puled the leather

tight between my two fists. "Get on my bed, on your

knees, facing the headboard. Put your hand on it and wait

for me."

I'd known this man for half my life. I'd seen him take hits

on the footbal field and stand up for me in a bar brawl. I'd

seen him cuss out men on the construction site who

weren't puling their weight, and I'd listened to him share

rowdy, dirty jokes with his friends. He'd balked at cooking

and laundry because those were "girls' work" and we'd

had screaming fits about separate checking accounts when

we were married because "women whose husbands took

care of them right didn't need their own money." I knew he

would never let me tel him what to do.

I didn't know him as wel as I thought I did.

I didn't know him as wel as I thought I did.

Chapter 30

Austin, without another word, turned and went to my

bedroom. I heard the creak of the headboard when he

grabbed it and of the mattress as he shifted his weight.

Then, silence but for the sound of my heart beating fast in

my ears and my breath trying to get unstuck from my

throat.

I hadn't wasted money on frily decorative pilows for my

bed, and I'd covered it with the worn quilt my grandma

had made for me when I was born. The headboard of

slatted wood had seen me through childhood and high

school, and I'd taken it from my mom's house to the

apartment I'd lived in after leaving Austin. We'd fucked in

my bed but had never shared it. My hands had gripped the

wood where his now clenched, but his never had.

He turned his head when I came in, then looked back at

the wal. His head bent, shoulders hunching, and I admired

the play of muscles in his back and thighs. His feet dipped

furrows in my bedspread as he pushed down with his toes.

I had to lean in the doorway to keep from going to my

knees at the sight. My fingers gripped the wood as the

knees at the sight. My fingers gripped the wood as the

cool metal of his belt buckle bit into my palm hard enough

to hurt. The sting of it pushed my blood faster through my

veins. The leather dangled, brushing my calf.

When I slapped it lightly against my palm, Austin tensed

but didn't take his hands away. He didn't look at me. The

muscles in his back and ass went tight, then released, and I

drew in a slow, silent breath.

Austin stayed in the place I had told him to stay. This man

could put me up against the wal with one hand. He could

break me, but he wasn't doing what I told him to do

because he wasn't able to say no. He wasn't afraid of me.

He trusted me.

That trust almost broke me more than his hands ever had.

It turned me upside down and inside out; it filed me up so

I couldn't imagine ever having been empty. I stood in the

doorway watching him give himself to me for whatever I

wanted, and the leather slid through my suddenly slick fists

with a sound like a whisper.

My feet moved even though I couldn't feel the floor. When

my knees hit the bed and I got up on it, the mattress

my knees hit the bed and I got up on it, the mattress

shifted. Austin gripped the headboard tighter, his head

turning. I saw the flutter and shadow of the long lashes I'd

always envied on his cheek.

"Paige…"

"Shh." I moved closer to kneel behind him, between his

ankles.

The cotton of my gown brushed his skin and I watched,

fascinated, as gooseflesh broke out on his back. Again he

bent his head. I could see his hands, the knuckles white. I

couldn't see his cock until I moved a bit to the side, and

then I bit my groan into silence so he wouldn't hear and

know how much the sight of him erect aroused me.

I had always been the one urging him to pin my wrists. Pul

my hair. I had taken him down paths he folowed eagerly

but only because I led him there. Now I folded his belt in

half to make a loop of it, and I ran the flat side of it down

his spine and over his ass.

I folowed it with the flat of my hand and reached between

his legs to weigh his bals before I ran my finger along his

perineum, up the crack of his ass and onto his back again.

Austin shivered at the touch, but didn't move. He didn't

Austin shivered at the touch, but didn't move. He didn't

speak.

Looking at the leather against his skin, I drew in a smal sip

of air. My world spun so much I had to clutch his

shoulder. My nails dug into his skin, and Austin made a

smal noise.

I didn't want to hurt him. Not realy. I didn't want to beat

him, or raise welts on his flesh. I wanted to colar and leash

him. I wanted to own him.

I tapped his ass with the strap, not hard enough to cal it a

slap. "Spread your legs wider."

His knees slid on my sheets and the headboard creaked.

Austin leaned forward until his forehead rested against my

pale green–painted wal. Those big shoulders hunched.

Those big hands gripped. The muscles in his ass flexed.

My hand found the familiar length and girth of his prick. I

stroked him gently a few times before withdrawing. I drew

a finger along his bals and ass crack again. I put a hand on

the back of his thigh to feel the tension there. I put a knee

on either side of his calf and pressed myself along his

back.

back.

I couldn't reach his ear, but I kissed the smooth expanse

between his shoulders. I bit him softly where his wings

would be if he were an angel and smiled at the sound he

made. I pushed my cotton-covered crotch against his bare

ass. He made another noise when I gripped the hem and

puled it to my hips so my bare crotch touched his skin.

I always shaved my bikini line, but I hadn't short-trimmed

my pubic hair in a while. Now the fluffy curls brushed him

as I moved my hips from side to side. It must have tickled,

because Austin shivered again.

I shivered, too. With my cheek pressed between his

shoulder blades and my cunt aligned with his ass, I

reached around to stroke him. Without lube my palm

skipped along the silken skin of his prick, up and down.

Austin pushed forward into it anyway.

"Do you like that?"

"What do you think, Paige?" His voice, harsh and low,

sent another shiver through me.

"I want to hear you say it." My heart was trying to leap out of my chest, and al I could manage was a whisper, but he

heard me.

"I like it when you touch me. Yeah."

"Like this?" I twisted my palm over the head of his cock

the way I knew he liked it.

"Yeah, like that…" he groaned.

I dropped the belt. It was a prop and I didn't need it.

Wasn't going to use it. If I couldn't leash and colar him

with my words, then I didn't deserve to have him. It hit the

floor with a thunk of metal. Austin didn't even look at it.

I molded myself to his back and closed my eyes. His skin

smeled like nothing else in the world but Austin. No

cologne or soap could take the place of it. I breathed him

in, and in the darkness behind my eyelids, I lost myself in

remembering the way it had always been.

It was a little different now. He jerked when my now-free

hand slid between his legs to cup his bals, and when my

thumb pressed his anus in gentle counterpoint to each

stroke of his cock. His body tensed and he muttered a

smal exclamation, but it didn't sound like it was of protest,

smal exclamation, but it didn't sound like it was of protest,

and I kept on what I was doing.

Stroke, stroke and press, press in time to the slow, subtle

bump of my cunt against his ass. I imagined filing him the

way he'd filed me so many times. Austin shuddered, his

groan sounding desperate. His cock sweled impossibly in

my fist. The tender, secret muscles of his ass tightened

under the pad of my thumb, and his bals contracted.

Subtle signs of his impending climax I'd never noticed

before.

"Do you want to come?" I asked him, certain of the

answer and surprised by his reply.

"No…not yet. Please." The word slipped out on a sighing

moan and he took a hand away from the headboard to put

over mine and stop my stroking. "I want to f—I want to

make love to you."

I kissed and nibbled his back for a second before I puled

away and spread myself out on the bed. "Use your mouth

on me first."

Austin looked over his shoulder, the side of his mouth I

could see tipped up. "Yes, ma'am."

could see tipped up. "Yes, ma'am."

He was teasing me a little, but I liked the sound of it

anyway. "Less talking, more licking."

Austin turned, stil kneeling, his prick in one fist. He let go

of it to hold his weight as he moved between my legs, but

he didn't dive straight into my pussy the way I expected

him to. He brushed kisses over both my knees, first, then

up my ticklish inner thighs. His nose nuzzled my cunt

before his mouth did, but when his tongue found the tight

bud of my clit, I wasn't quite ready for the shock of

sensation.

My fists clutched the quilt as my back arched. "Oh, God."

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