He pressed into me, giving me his weight as his lips took mine.
Kissing Austin was… a breathtaking surprise.
That was what it was every time. Austin himself was just breathtaking, but the way he wanted me…
Was it possible that I’d waited my whole life to be craved by someone like this? To crave them back just as much?
Because if I read the look in his eyes right, it said nothing else existed outside of this moment, outside of me. It said there wasn’t another human on the planet that made him feel like this. It said he felt too deeply to deny or question it.
“I need you to touch me,” he rasped against my mouth. “Please, Ford. I’m dying here.”
That was it. The last shred of my self-restraint shattered, and there wasn’t a glue in the whole world strong enough to put it back together.
My hands slid down his back, running over the soft, worn cotton of his boxers. I cupped his ass, dragging his body into mine until there wasn’t a whisper of air between us.
“Shit,” he hissed, pupils blown wide as he held my gaze. “Smack it.”
To say I was shocked at the demand that came out of his mouth would have been an understatement.
I was so shocked I had to replay his words in my head just to make sure I’d heard him right.
“Make it good, Agent,” he growled when I didn’t move fast enough.
I had never, I mean ever, been interested in a role-play scenario where I was… me, but on duty. Nope. Wasn’t my thing. I took the badge seriously, and honestly, it never even crossed my mind to use my title like that.
Now the dirty thoughts were there just from his deep voice ringing “Agent” in my head on repeat.
My arm swung out, and before he could breathe in his next breath, my palm connected with his tight ass cheek.
His teeth sunk down in his bottom lip, and I swear to God, his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“Again,” he nearly growled with pleasure.
And so I popped his ass without hesitation. There was no way in hell I’d deny him.
“Fuck,” he hissed out, his body sagging into mine, his hard cock pressing against my hip. “I’m going to explode if you do it again.”
I raised a brow. There was no way he could have meant that.
As much as I wanted to see it happen, I wanted something else more.
Grabbing onto his hips, I spun us around, pressing him against the counter.
“Can I?” I asked as I hooked my fingers in the top of his boxers.
“Fuck, yes, please. Take them off. Touch me. Fuckin’ put me in your mouth. Do whatever you want to me.” He was practically yelling in desperation.
Slowly, because I had the need to drag this out for him as much as for myself, I pushed his boxers down until they were pooled around his ankles. He hurried to kick them away. My hands ghosted up his muscled thighs, feeling the soft light hair that covered them. I let his shirt collect around my wrists once I reached his hips. My hands continued up, feeling the smooth skin of his sides.
My mouth watered the moment his cock was visible. It was maybe an inch longer than my fist, but it was thick. I didn’t see myself getting my whole hand around it. Another perfect surprise. The head was shiny and nearly purple. A line of pre-cum had started to run down the underside, and I didn’t hesitate to drag the pad of my thumb up his cock, collecting the wetness. His eyes were wide as I brought my thumb to my mouth, darting my tongue out so he could watch me lick his essence from my skin.
His chest caved with a shocked breath, and when he pulled in air again, it sounded almost like a gasp.
I dropped to my knees before he could say anything, holding back a cringe when my knees hit the tile floor. Sometimes my age really liked to show itself at the most inopportune moments.
I circled two fingers around the base of his cock, holding it steady. It was hot and throbbing in my grasp. My free hand held his shirt up so I could admire those hot abs and the light trail of hair under his belly button.
“Are you—” he started, and I could see the sympathy in his eyes. Guess I didn’t hold that cringe back as much as I’d hoped.
