Tara Sivec - Worn Me Down

He slides his hands up the inside of my thighs, placing kisses against my skin there as he goes. Looking down at him, I run my fingers through his wet hair over and over until he slides his thumbs up through my sex and opens me to him.

My hands immediately clutch onto chunks of his hair as he keeps his mouth a centimeter away, his warm breath mingling with the water sliding down between my legs.

I want to tug him against me; I want to thrust my hips forward to bring his mouth where I need him, but I hold perfectly still while he stares at what he’s doing between my legs. His thumbs move in slow circles, opening me to him over and over again until I just can’t take it anymore. I feel like I’m going to come just from watching him.

“Please, Austin,” I whimper.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, he leans in and runs his tongue up through my center. I let out a moan as I close my eyes and let my head fall back to the shower wall. His tongue is firm and hot as it slides over me, circling the tip around my clit before sucking it into his mouth.

He brings his hands around to grab my ass, pulling me harder against his mouth while he licks and sucks, devouring me until all coherent thought leaves my mind and I can do nothing but moan and curse while he brings me closer and closer to the edge.

Austin moans against my sex and I feel the vibrations of his mouth deep inside. I need to see him. I need to watch what he does to me. Opening my eyes, I look down at him and I whimper, thrusting myself against him as his tongue plunges inside of me before moving back up to my clit. There really is nothing hotter than watching a man on his knees between your legs, bringing you to climax.

He flicks his tongue quickly against my clit, over and over until I feel the warmth of my orgasm start at my toes and work its way up my legs until it explodes from me. I hold Austin’s head in place against me and move my hips faster against his tongue, my release stealing the breath from my lungs.

With a few tingles of my orgasm still spasming through me, Austin is up off his knees, lifting me up against him and pushing inside of me all at once. We both let out a groan as the wetness from my release and the water soaking our bodies makes him slide into me as deep as he can go on the first thrust.

Austin buries his face into the side of my neck as he pulls out and immediately drives back inside me, the force of his thrust pushing me up the shower wall.

“Fuck,” Austin moans against my shoulder. “What the hell are you doing to me, Gwen?”

I don’t reply because I don’t have an answer. I don’t know why our bodies fit so well together and I don’t know why I want him more than I ever thought possible, I just do.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I hold him close and move my hips against him, letting him know I need him; letting him know I want whatever he has to give.

One of his arms slides around my back to keep it from slamming into the wall and his other hand clutches onto one of my thighs wrapped around his hip. He kisses his way up my neck until he reaches my mouth, grazing his lips against mine without kissing me. He stares into my eyes as he pulls out of me and plunges right back in. I whimper against his mouth and he does it again, and again, and again, each thrust of his cock inside of me pushing me towards another orgasm.

The water of the shower quickly turns colder as it rains down over us, dripping off of our noses and mingling with our kisses, but the heat from our bodies keeps us warm. Austin drives inside of me over and over until we’re both panting and I’m clawing against his shoulders.

“Jesus, you’re killing me, Gwen. I could fuck you forever,” Austin mutters against my lips as he pumps in and out of me.

His words shoot straight to my core and I explode around him, shouting his name as I come.

He quickly follows right behind me, pushing himself as deep as he can, holding himself still while he explodes inside of me. He curses over and over, his hand gripping my thigh tightly through his release, his cock pulsing inside of me.

We stay wrapped around one another until our wildly beating hearts slow and the cold temperature of the water finally starts making us shiver.

Without saying a word, Austin lets go of my leg, pulls out of me and reaches over to shut off the water. We exit the shower and he grabs two towels, wrapping one around his waist and the other around my shoulders, rubbing his hands up and down my arms over the towel to warm me up.

We finish drying off and leave the bathroom, neither one of us saying a word about his slip of the tongue, talking about forever.

“I could fuck you forever.”

God dammit. What the hell was I thinking saying something like that to her? Right now, I’m blaming it on my dick. That fucker makes all of my decisions for me when I’m buried inside of this woman. Gwen never commented on it so maybe she didn’t hear me.

After the best shower sex I’ve ever had in my life, shit, the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, Gwen went in to check on Emma and Ellie and hasn’t come back out of the room yet. I decide to call Cole back and apologize for hanging up on him earlier when Emma got hurt.

Cole answers on the first ring. “Dude, what the fuck? One minute you were complaining about stubborn women and the next thing I know the call ends.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. Gwen’s daughter had an accident and I had to take her to the hospital,” I explain, sitting down on the edge of my bed.

“Jesus, is she okay?” Cole asks.

“Yeah, she’s fine, just bumped her head and had to get a couple of stitches. She was a trooper,” I tell him, explaining to him about how she sweet-talked the doctor into giving her an extra sucker.

“Well, well, well, listen to you,” Cole says with a laugh.

“What?”

Cole chuckles again at my expense. “Austin Conrad is yammering on about a little girl like he’s a proud parent. Never thought I’d see the day.”

I scoff at him and roll my eyes. “Yeah, I don’t think so, asshole. We both know I’d make the worst parent in the history of the world.”

“You may think you aren’t father material, but I’m pretty sure most of the fathers in the world would disagree with you right now, and I’m right there with them.”

Gwen’s words from earlier echo in my mind, as well as the moment in the hospital when I told the nurse I was Emma’s father and how it made me feel. I’m so lost in thought I didn’t realize Cole has continued talking to me.

“…mentioned something about Dylan Callahan,” Cole finishes.

I’m confused for a minute until I remember that I asked him if he knew the guy from school and hung up on him before he could answer.

“So, you know the guy?” I ask, pretending like I’ve been following along the entire time.

I haven’t told Gwen yet that he stopped by the office; I wanted to get some background information on the guy first. Keeping it from her has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I might have been a little jealous.

Right, keep telling yourself that.

“Yeah, I know him. Well, I knew him. Haven’t seen him in years. We didn’t go to the same high school, but he was friends with Brady and then dated Gwen for a little while, so he was always hanging around,” Cole explains.

Well, shit. Now I know I won’t be able to pretend like I’m not jealous because all I can think about at this moment is Gwen sucking face with that fucker and how she made plans to meet with him while he was in town.

Son of a bitch.

“Dude was kind of intense. Gwen broke it off with him after a few months, but the guy wouldn’t leave her alone. Sent her flowers all the time, notes in the mail telling her they should always be together… shit like that. It really creeped her out until I gave him a talking to.”

At the mention of flowers and notes in the mail a chill runs down my spine. What if William hasn’t been the one doing this shit to Gwen lately? I really hate to give that asshole the benefit of the doubt, but I have to be smart about this. I can’t go after a guy just because I know what he’s done in the past. I have to look at all of the variables and, right now, the fact remains that aside from Ellie, no one has seen William around town or heard from him in a week. Could Dylan have been the one behind the flowers and the letter Gwen got in the mail? Maybe he was the one Karen saw watching her and Emma that day at the park.

It still doesn’t make sense, though, that William would come all the way here from New York, rough up Ellie and then leave again without trying to make contact with Gwen or his daughter. Dylan might have had some stalker tendencies in the past, but William is a mean son of a bitch and I’m not going to let my guard down and allow him to hurt my girls.

There I go again with the ‘my girls’ shit.

“By ‘talking-to’, I’m assuming you beat the shit out of him?” I ask.

Cole laughs. “Obviously.”

“Why the fuck would Brady hire him to keep an eye on Layla then?” I question.

“Brady didn’t know everything that happened. Gwen came to me because she knew he and Brady were friends and she didn’t want to fuck up their friendship. She made me promise not to tell him. Brady and Dylan kept in touch over the years and, according to Brady, the guy is the best at his job in private security. Twenty years is a long time to hold on to a high-school obsession.”

I don’t care if it’s been ninety years, I still don’t trust his ass.