Conflicting flames

Fiona’s POV

“Hmmm” a moan escaped my lips before I could stop it as his hands drew me tighter against him. He turned me around so that I was facing him, looked at me deep in the eyes and leaned in to kiss me softly—then I knew it was about to get messy. I didn’t just know that, my pussy confirmed my thoughts with a slight clench.

Austin’s kiss grew deeper, hungrier. I let myself moan over his soft smooching lips. His hands roamed my body with purpose, sliding under my nightdress and pulling it over my head in one smooth motion. I was bare beneath him in seconds.

He glided his fingers across my skin and groaned as he stared at my nakedness like he was about to devour his prey. He took his time at first — slow, reverent kisses down my neck, my collarbone, to my breasts. His tongue circled my nipple gently, then sucked harder until I was gasping. But the gentleness didn’t last long.

Soon, his touch turned possessive.

He pinned my wrists above my head with one strong hand, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at me.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled. “So beautiful. So fucking perfect lying here for me.”

He pushed my thighs apart with his knee and settled between them. His fingers found my entrance, already soaked.

“So wet for me already, baby?” He smirked. “Answer me.”

“Yes…” I whispered, biting my lip.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Austin. I’m so wet for you.”

He groaned in approval and pushed two thick fingers inside me, curling them instantly. I moaned, back arching off the bed. He pumped them faster, his thumb pressing on my clit.

“Such a needy little slut,” he murmured, voice low and filthy, sending a vibration over my body. “You love when I touch this pretty pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes… I love it.”

He added a third finger, stretching me. “Tell me how much you love it while I fuck you with my fingers.”

“I love it so much,” I moaned, hips rolling against his hand. “Please don’t stop…”

He pulled his fingers out suddenly and replaced them with his cock, thrusting in deep in one stroke. I gasped sharply, eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “This pussy was made for me.”

He started moving — slow and deep at first, then harder, faster. The bed creaked beneath us. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside me.

“Tell me you love this dick,” he demanded, voice rough.

“I love your dick,” I whimpered. “I love how you fuck me.”

He chuckled darkly and pounded into me harder, one hand gripping my throat lightly, the other pinching my nipple.

“Good girl. Such a dirty little whore for me. Taking every inch like you were born for it.”

His words sent heat rushing through my body. I clenched around him, getting wetter.

He leaned down, biting my ear. “You gonna squirt for me tonight, baby? I want this pussy making a mess on my cock.”

I nodded frantically.

“Use your words.”

“Yes… I’m gonna squirt for you.”

He fucked me harder, thumb rubbing my clit in fast circles. The pressure built unbearably fast.

“Cum for me. Now.”

I shattered.

My orgasm crashed through me violently. I squirted hard around his cock, soaking his thighs and the sheets. I had to bite down on his shoulder to stop myself from screaming.

Austin groaned loudly, thrusting through my orgasm until he came deep inside me, filling me up.

We collapsed together, breathing heavily. He pulled me into his arms, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips softly.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered.

I curled into his chest and fell asleep wrapped in his warmth.

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Morning light filtered into the room, piercing into my eyes as I struggled to open them.

I woke up alone. Austin’s side of the bed was empty. I guess he didn’t want to be caught by my dad. A small smile escaped my lips as thoughts of last night came settling back in my head.

I stretched, my body deliciously sore. Then I got out of bed.

My phone buzzed on the bedside table.

Unknown number.

I answered.

“Hello?”

“Fiona.”

My heart stopped.

Jalen.

His voice sent a shockwave through me.

“I’m outside your door,” he said. “I need to see you. Now. I don’t care what your father thinks. Please.”

My lips hung apart for a split moment, I didn’t know what to think. I tried to move but my legs wouldn’t listen until I hung up.

I grabbed a robe, tied it around myself, and sneaked downstairs quietly, avoiding the kitchen where I could hear Austin and Dad talking.

I opened the front door.

Jalen stood there.

The moment our eyes met, he pulled me into his arms — a tight, desperate hug that screamed everything words couldn’t say. *I missed you. I need you. I’m sorry.*

I wanted to push him off me, vent all my rage on him but I couldn't, I felt my anger dissolve, all my pain melted away in that single embrace. The feelings I thought I had slowly forgotten came rushing back like a tidal wave. I forgot Austin was in the kitchen. I forgot everything.

I clung to him, burying my face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent.

“I’ve been trying to reach you for days,” he murmured against my hair. “Your number wasn’t connecting. I was losing my mind.”

He pulled back slightly, cupping my face with both hands. His eyes searched mine — dark, intense, full of longing.

Then he leaned in and kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was deep. Hungry. Full of weeks of separation and pain.

“Jalen,” I murmured between his lips but he didn’t stop. His tongue claimed my mouth like he owned it. My hands fisted his shirt, pulling him closer.

We were lost in the kiss when the front door suddenly opened wider behind me.