Page 66 of The Perfect Melody

His palm kneads the soft curve of my butt and, as good as it feels, I need something more, something sharper. Can I ask for that? It’s never been something I’ve needed before. Even if I had, I couldn’t have trusted any of my previous partners not to tell the press about it afterwards, but I can trust Austin. Will he want to, though? There’s only one way to find out.

“Can you— Will you…” I trail off, losing my nerve even as I keep desperately rocking against him.

“Tell me.” He kisses me again, his full lips journeying from my mouth and over my jaw, then he tugs at my earlobe with his teeth, making me gasp again. His breath is hot against my skin, only ratcheting my need higher as he says, “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want you to spank me.”

His breath catches in surprise, but he doesn’t pull away or tell me no. Instead, his emerald-green eyes meet mine, steady and sure. “Have you done anything like this before?”

I shake my head. “No, but I trust you.”

“OK. We’ll try it, but if you don’t like it, I need you to tell me, got it?”

I nod.

“Words, Trouble. I need the words.”

“Yes.”

“Alright. Since this is new for you, I’m going to do five unless you tell me to stop, OK?”

“OK. Yes.”

“Good. Now come here.” With a sure grip on the back of my head, he brings my mouth back to his, the kiss breathing new oxygen into the flames of our desire.

Nerves over asking for what I want might have dampened my lust momentarily, but soon enough I’m right back on the edge, just needing that little bit more to get me all the way there. “Please, I need it.”

The sound of Austin’s hand connecting with my butt is loud compared to our panting breaths. It takes a split-second and then the delicious sting registers and I let out a low moan. I can’t help but think it would feel even better without my stupid leggings in the way but, even though I know there’s nobody else out here, I’m still not willing to go that extra step in public.

“OK?” Austin asks, checking in even though it’s glaringly obvious from my response that it was, in fact, more than OK. It felt really fucking good.

“Yes.” I rock against him faster, the nails of my right hand digging into his shoulders through the cotton of his t-shirt while I rub my left over his cock through his jeans. “Please, Boss. I need more.”

Austin gives me two more in quick succession, then pauses briefly to massage the area, which only riles me up more. We’re no longer kissing with any finesse—our gasps and groans as weeach get closer to the edge disrupt our rhythm too much for that. I reach for Austin’s belt buckle, but he nudges my hand away.

“You don’t have to.”

“Iwantto. Let me feel you.”

He takes over, undoing his belt and then his jeans. “All yours, Princess.”

I freeze. “Don’t call me that. Please,” I add. I don’t want to ruin the moment, but the endearment hits too close to home. I don’t want to be anyone’s princess—not country music’s and, no matter how hot he is, not Austin’s either.

“Got it.” His eyes search mine for answers I’m not ready to give. Sensing I don’t want to elaborate, his expression turns teasing. “Trouble suits you better anyway.”

His lips fuse to mine again, chasing away all thoughts of my old life. I moan, reaching into his boxers to pull out his hard length. For a moment I’m distracted by another spank, my pussy clenching around nothing as the sting drives my pleasure higher and higher. Not wanting to miss out on this opportunity to make Austin feel as good as I do, I hold my hand up to his mouth. “Spit.” He does, then I get to work using the combination of his spit and precum to ease the glide of my hand over his cock.

It’s no surprise that, like in life, Austin’s a man of few words in bed—or in this case on bench—but the closer he gets to release, the louder his raspy moans of pleasure grow. He sucks my nipple back into his mouth and I gasp, my hand moving faster in time with the desperate grinding of my pussy against his firm thigh.

“So close. Fuck, Boss.” The high, breathy quality of my voice coupled with my eager words drives Austin on. He spanks me one last time while simultaneously biting my breast, and I finally find my release. My lips part with a high-pitched cry, and I cling to Austin for dear life as ecstasy washes over me.

Austin holds my trembling form tightly to him with his left arm, kissing and licking up the side of my neck, and down my shoulder where his coat has slipped off. His other hand nudges mine away from his cock, and I turn my head from where I buried it in the crook of his shoulder to watch him finish what I started. He’s rougher than I was, and I’m entranced by the sight of him touching himself, the way his pulse flutters in his neck. His deep groan of pleasure as he comes resonates through his entire chest, and I’m unable to resist capturing his lips in another kiss as if I might be able to taste the delicious sound.

The two of us are still for a minute, the only sounds our panting breaths and the rain just beyond the edge of the bus shelter. Eventually my brain comes back online enough that I reach over to grab my discarded wet t-shirt so Austin can clean himself up.

“Thanks.” He sets the shirt on his other side, then bands his thick arms around me, resting his chin atop my head, and I snuggle in even closer.

Now that I know Austin and I are on the same page, I’m done playing it safe. I haven’t wanted anyone the way I want him for a long time, maybe ever. It’s not just because he’s attractive, although he sure looks great in those jeans. I feel safe with Austin. He’s nothing like the guys my publicist set me up with who were all more interested in talking about themselves than getting to know me. Austin’s real and has zero tolerance for bullshit. Of course, that might work against me if I ever decide to let him in on my secret, but he’s a practical guy—after the initial shock wears off, I think he’ll eventually understand my need for secrecy.