“I could fuck you like this,” he said, his voice balanced on the edge of teasing and dirty. “You want me to get you off this way?”
I moaned as he rolled his hips again, causing pre-cum to leak from the slit of my cock.
I wanted anything as long as it was him. Hell, I’d probably get off on his dirty talk alone.
I would have said so, but I was currently rendered speechless by the look in his eyes. There was something more than lust there. Something deeper, and I could say without a shadow of a doubt, that I’d never seen that in another person before. Especially not looking at me. It was that look of need and surrender that about did me in. It made me want to tell Austin he was mine, and he’d always be.
Suddenly, I felt as if I had a lot to say, and it probably wasn’t anything he was expecting.
“You surprise me,” I said as I released my grip on his ass and grabbed his face. I pulled him down until he was forced to drop to his elbows. His breaths came out hard, and I breathed it in.
“Yeah?” he asked, a hint of curiosity and disbelief in his tone.
“Yeah,” I told him. “You are a walking contradiction. You are insanely confusing and wonderfully unpredictable. You are so much more than I imagined.”
“How so?” he asked. The smirk on his face didn’t fool me. He wanted to know but was unsure how he should play this. He wanted to believe me, wanted to trust me, but there was a part of him that still felt the urge to clam up at vulnerable moments like this.
“You’re innocent in the way that this is all new to you.” His cheeks heated and he attempted to drop his gaze. I gripped his face tighter, making sure he was seeing the sincerity in my eyes.“But you aren’t afraid. You aren’t sitting there questioning it. You’re all in and you don’t hold back.”
“Should I? Are you saying I’m being too bold?”
I chuckled and leaned up to kiss his lips.
“No. I’m not sure if it’s something I’ll ever get used to, but I don’t mean that as a bad thing. I love it.” I smiled. “It’s a breathtaking surprise every time, and I can’t imagine you any other way.” I paused, nervously dragging my tongue over my bottom lip. “You said I’m what you’ve been waiting for. I think you’re what I’ve been searching for, but I didn’t know I was searching.”
“Why is it when you talk like that all I can think about is marking you?” he said, a devilish glint in his eyes that barely covered up the soft expression on his face. “I want you to know you’re mine. I—”
“I love that about you too,” I said, pulling him down for a hard kiss as I released his face.
His body arched over mine, giving me the room to slip my hand between our bodies. We were both hard and leaking pre-cum everywhere. There was a small pool on my abdomen that had only grown as he lazily rutted against me.
“Just say you love me and get it over with,” he teased before kissing me again. As I wrapped my hand around us, a moan slipped out and he rolled his body, fucking into my grip.
He was drunk on this moment, on the endorphins running through his body. He hadn’t really meant to say that, right? He wasn’t asking me to…
Fuck, what was I supposed to do here?
There was no way to hide the way I stiffened beneath him.
It was on the tip of my tongue, but it wouldn’t take the leap out of my mouth. It didn’t feel right. The timing. My insecurities. How new this was to Austin. That, and a million more things stood in the way of me telling him I loved him.
In true Austin fashion, he flashed me a devious smirk and said, “Best fuck you’ve ever had, right?”
Then he winked, but even though it was meant to be silly, there was something incredibly charming about it.
And like that, he completely erased what he’d said and the awkwardness surrounding it.
He bit his lip as he sat up. Heavy-lidded eyes stared down at me as he rolled his hips faster.
“Fuck,” I said as I watched him work himself in my hand. His cock was so hard and slick and smooth as it rubbed against mine.
Jerking us faster, I forced my heavy lids to stay open, wanting to remember this moment forever. I wanted to burn it into my memory. I was desperate to keep it even if I didn’t get to keep him.
He was so beautiful. So open and devious at the same time.
His hands pressed against my chest as his back arched. I might not have known every way to make his body come alive, but I knew enough by now to see that he was close, and he was holding off just to torture me. The thought that he wanted to drag this out drove me wild.
“Ford,” he warned, but I didn’t need it.
