I don’t know how to make him feel better. I don’t have the right combination of words, and I don’t know how to ease his worries. Austin is so good at diffusing my anxiety, and it sucks that I’m not good at doing the same for him.
I rest my forehead against his, closing my eyes as I listen to his quiet breaths. We sit that way for a second before Austin’s hands land on my hips, then slide up to my sides and back down.
A shiver rocks my body. Austin’s touch is my favorite thing in the entire world, and it seems I can never get enough of it.
Tilting my head down, I find his lips with mine. He kisses me back instantly, tightening his grip on my waist and pulling me even closer.
Despite how hungry I was a few minutes ago, all thoughts of food are forgotten when he kisses me. There’s nothing in the world like this.
I’ve never lived and breathed and died in a kiss before. I’ve never wanted it at this magnitude. That’s not entirely true, though. I have, only once before, still with him. At fifteen years old.
Austin was the star of all my teenage fantasies. It was easy to argue that it was because of the proximity. That it was because he was allI had. Now I’m not so sure about that. I’m pretty sure it’s just him. And I think it might have always been him, even when I didn’t know it or recognize it. Why else would my mind have run rampant with story ideas of two best friends falling in love? And not just any best friends, but us.Austin.With his sunshine hair and pretty brown eyes.
I pull away from our kiss with a gasping inhale. “I think it was always supposed to be you, Austin. I think I was always supposed to love you.”
He groans, hauling me closer to kiss me again. I let out a breathless laugh when he slides his hands under my ass and stands, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. His grip is so sure that I don’t even need to wrap my legs around him, but I do, if for no other reason than to be closer to him.
When he carries me into the bedroom, he lays me on the bed, covering my body with his. I love this. Me and him and the connection we share.
“Are you okay with this?” he murmurs against my lips. There’s a certain air of desperation to him tonight. It feels like he’s holding onto me for dear life.
I have no intention of letting him go. “I’m good,” I whisper against his lips, pulling him back into me.
My cock is aching, pulsing with each of my frantic heartbeats, leaking and making a sticky mess of my underwear. I’m dying for friction, and I want to roll my hips, thrust against his body until I’m painting him with cum, but more than that, I want him inside me.
I want to fall apart under him, caged in by his arms. Not stuck or held down, but protected and cherished. When he breaks the kiss and nudges my head to the side with his nose, I tilt it back, offering him my throat.
The marks he left on my skin have all but faded, and I’d do anything to have more. I could live the rest of my life with this. Austin’s weight pressing into me, his mouth on my skin, and the proof of his love scattered across my body.
I gasp when he bites down on my collarbone, my body arching up at the sting. That’s gonna leave a mark for sure. Can’t wait to see it. Can’t wait to wear it with pride.
He licks a path up my throat and across my jaw before meeting my lips in another kiss. My body is burning up, overheated and overstimulated in the best way.
I want him inside me, stretching me open and filling me with cum. I tear my mouth from his to ask for it. Beg for it if I have to. “Fuck. Fuck me. God, please fuck me.” The words tumble from my lips in a rambling moan.
Austin’s low groan sends me higher. “Anything you want.”
Anything I want.
It’s nothing like last time. We get undressed in a mess of kissing and gasping and groaning, breaking apart only long enough to pull off another article of clothing. They get thrown in random places with no care for where they land.
His skin is burning up when he presses back against me, and a loud cry tears from my throat as he rubs against my sensitive skin. I want the burn. I want him to stretch me on his cock, but I know he won’t. There’s no way he’ll do anything that could hurt me, even if I want it, so I don’t even bother asking.
Grabbing the lube, he quickly slicks two of his fingers, then uses his other hand to push my thigh back. I’m already panting when he presses them against my hole, and when he sinks them inside, I open for him like I was made for it. Forhim.
“Jesus, baby. You take my fingers so well,” he mutters,voice low and wrecked.
I can’t even speak, too overwhelmed and needy. I rock my hips down on his fingers, trying to get more of him inside me, trying to rush him along.
To my surprise, he allows it, working his fingers in and out of me quickly to keep up with the pace I’ve set. “Does that feel good, Luca? Do I make you feel good?”
A shuddering exhale rushes past my lips as I nod. “So good, so good. More. God, more.”
Austin groans, then leans down. I’m expecting him to lower his mouth over my cock, so I’m surprised when he bypasses it and latches onto my inner thigh, sucking hard enough that I canfeelit bruising.
“My Luca,” he whispers, dragging his lips over the marked skin. “My beautiful fucking Luca. Covered in my love again. I’ll do this for the rest of our lives. Keep you covered in me.”
I whine, my body damn near convulsing when he works another finger inside of me, crooking them and rubbing the tips of them over my prostate. My cock jerks, spilling a burst of pre-cum onto my lower stomach.
