Page 48 of Tethered

He doesn’t argue, just hands me the menu. It’s nothing fancy—basic pub grub—so I order a tuna melt with fries on the side, along with a cherry Coke. Austin orders a burger with onion rings and a bottle of Bud. Once the server is gone, he leans into me, his spicy fragrance teasing my nose.

“So where do we go from here?”

“Home?” I reply by being deliberately obtuse.

“I mean you and me.”

“I don’t know if there is a me and you yet.”

His hand moves to the top of my thigh before sliding between them, where he rubs my damp panties with a feather-like touch. “Oh, there is. Tell me what I would find if I slipped my fingers inside you right now?”

Oh, this man wants to skip all the steps of etiquette, huh? Fine. I lean closer, so my lips graze his ear. “You’d find Riggs’s cum.”

His hand freezes for a second before a soft growl escapes him. I have a second to ponder if I’ve pushed him too hardbefore I’m up and being dragged to the accessible restroom. He pulls me inside and locks the door before he stalks toward me. “Show me.”

“What?”

“Show me his cum. I want to see it.”

There is no reason for my pussy to spasm like that, but holy fuck. “Austin…”

“Take your panties off, Cece, or so help me god, I’ll tear them off myself.”

I swallow, my body warring between obeying and rebelling. Before it’s even a conscious thought, my hands move to the button of my skirt. I pop it open and slide down the zipper before I shimmy the denim down over my ass. When it reaches my knees, Austin grabs me, lifting me onto the counter before pulling my skirt the rest of the way off, tossing it on the counter beside me.

“The boots stay on,” he growls as he pushes himself closer, forcing me to spread my legs. “Now show me,” he orders, his voice taking on a dark, lethal tone.

I think now would be a good time to be scared, but as usual, my fucked-up head has its signals messed up. Instead of fear, all I feel is arousal flooding my body, overriding my common sense. I lift my feet so my heels rest on the edge of the countertop, and as I can’t actually take them off like this, I hook my pinky in the wet material covering my sex and pull it aside, giving him a clear shot.

A satisfied rumble rolls through him. I don’t know if it’s because he likes the view or because I obeyed him. “Show me more.”

Damn, the caveman routine really works for me. I slide the fingers of my free hand into my pussy before pulling them out wet. I hold them up for him to see, only to gasp as he sucks them into his mouth.

“Holy shit. That…that’s…”

“Mine now,” he snaps, waiting for me to argue. I’m too stunned to look at him in anything other than wonder. “My turn.” He pulls back and pops open the fly of his jeans before pulling out his stiff cock and stroking it.

“Austin,” I whisper, not sure I’m ready to go any further.

But he presses one hand above my pubic bone, holding me in place as he rapidly strokes himself with the other. “Play with yourself.”

It’s an order, not a request, and my defenses crumble. I slide my fingers over the sticky mess Riggs left behind and strum my clit. I’m already so turned on it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. I hold back, not wanting to rush things. There is something so fucking beautiful about watching a man as controlled as Austin come apart. Even when he checks out, it’s as if his emotions are so tightly coiled that he can barely feel anything. Now I see that control slipping, and it’s both terrifying and exciting in equal measure.

His eyes are fixed on my fingers as he licks his lips unconsciously. I whimper, my need clawing at me, but I refuse to come before he does. When his fist moves faster, I know it won’t be long. I pick up speed myself, mimicking his actions as my release hovers on the edge of my senses.

When he curses and presses closer, aiming the head of his cock at my pussy, my orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer. The first splash of his cum covers my fingers, making my clit so slippery it’s hard for my fingers to find purchase, but I’m too far gone to care. I cry out his name as he pushes the tip of his cock into me. He holds it there as he releases pulse after pulse of cum, filling me up and diluting Riggs’s cum with his.

By the time my euphoria fades, Austin has hold of my hand and presses my fingers inside me, pushing his cum as far as he can. Then he covers my pussy with my soaked panties. He pullsback, looking down at me with lethal intent as he swipes his thumb across my bottom lip.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he leans down and slides his lips over mine. “When he fucks you, he’ll be fucking part of me into you too.”

I groan.

“Oh, and he will fuck you. After spending the day with me, I doubt you’ll even make it to the bedroom. He’ll probably spin you around and fuck you right against the door. He’ll smell me on you, and it will drive him crazy. He’ll fill you over and over until you’re so bloated with cum you won’t be able to move.”

He gives me a wicked grin before he grabs my skirt and helps slide me back into it. He lowers me to my feet and then pulls the material up and over my ass. He fastens the top button before pulling the zipper up. Only then does he put his cock away.

My cheeks are flushed as he takes me in, a wicked smile on his face. “Let’s go. Our food will be ready.”