My heart stutters. “What?”
Warm hands cup my face as Austin pulls me closer to him and plants another kiss on my lips. “I’m so proud of you for realizing your boundaries and laying them out. What do you want, baby? Want me to get you in bed and make you feel good?” He drags his nose along my jaw, then down the side of my throat.
I moan, arching toward him. I love when he touches me like this. Like I’m special. Like it means something to him. “I want you to feel good too,” I whisper, tilting my head back when his lips find the hollow of my throat.
He hums. “Iwillfeel good. Anything with you feels good.”
My heart stutters. “Okay.”
Austin presses firm kisses along my throat, working his way up to my mouth. When his lips land on mine, I take full advantage, moving closer and plastering my body to his.
I forgot what safe could feel like, forgot how amazing just enjoying the warmth of someone’s body could be.
Austin’s low groan vibrates through his chest, and my cockswells, pressing against his stomach through my sweats and his shirt. It’s like something overtakes me because when his hips jerk up and his dick rubs against my ass, what I feel isn’t fear; not even close.
A moan breaks free of my chest while I rotate my hips in small circles, rubbing my ass over his dick and my cock against his stomach. It feels so damn good that it’s overwhelming, and I can’t stop. Don’t even want to.
I whimper, cock pulsing, when I slip my tongue past Austin’s parted lips and he sucks on it. I feel each pull of it on my dick, and I can’t help the whiny sounds that are spilling out of me.
Surely if I had Austin and nothing else forever, I’d be happy. Just him and me, kissing and rutting against each other like this. With me writing stories and him coming home to a dinner I made that he feels lucky to have.
A home where I’m not hurt but worshipped and adored. Surely, that’s possible. It has to be.
Austin releases his suction on my tongue and breaks the kiss. I draw in a sharp breath, then press my forehead to his. “Do you think it’ll always be like this? Do you think you’ll always be this nice to me?” I ask, panting against his parted lips.
His breathy moan is the only answer I get, and I almost regret asking when he slides his hands up my sides and tangles his fingers in my hair. “Yes and yes, baby. You deserve to be worshipped and appreciated and fucking loved, and I want to be the man who gives you that.”
Turns out it’s not just his mouth that’s connected to my cock. It’s also his words and the soft way he says them. They sink inside me, filling in some of the holes Damien left, and rewriting the narrative.
I keep rocking my hips, and Austin’s start moving too. We’re inperfect synchrony. And even when I speed up, my release getting closer and closer to sweeping me away, Austin doesn’t falter. He keeps up without a problem, each shift and thrust of his hips a perfect complement to mine.
“God, this feels so good,” I whimper before capturing Austin’s lips in a kiss. The closer I get, the more I start to unravel. My body starts trembling, my hips losing their rhythm as the perfect friction nearly blinds me with pleasure.
Austin’s moans get louder, his breathing more labored. Our lips lose their perfect cadence as our kiss becomes more gasping sounds than kissing. It’s not a bad thing. It’s fucking heavenly.
“Should I stop?” I ask, my cock throbbing so hard I’m surprised I haven’t come yet.
“Only if you want to.” Austin’s voice is low and wrecked, less soft and more gritty, and it’s so damn sexy that I lose control. I grind against him hard, shuddering as my cock pulses and jerks, filling my underwear with sticky cum.
“Ungh, fuck,” I gasp seconds before Austin’s body seizes under mine and a ragged groan rips from his chest. Relief and pride wash over me in equal measure. Relief that he came too this time, and pride that I made it happen.
I’m still tingling and warm from my orgasm when Austin kisses me again. He doesn’t stop, and I don’t stop, and instead of coming down with labored breathing, we find our way back to Earth in slow, sweet kisses.
It’s honestly perfection.
Austin breaks the kiss. Not by pulling away, but by chuckling against my lips. “Jesus, Luc. That was everything.”
I sit back and raise an eyebrow at him. “Dry humping on the couch and ruining our clothes?”
He gives me a rueful grin. “Yes, sir. Shower?”
I can’t help but laugh. Before Austin, I can’t remember the last time sex felt this fun for me. “Let’s go.”
We climb off the couch together, and when we step into the bathroom, Austin turns on the water, letting it start to warm up.
“May I?” he asks, gesturing to my clothes.
I nod, and he smiles, stripping me slowly and tossing my dirty clothes in the hamper before standing and doing the same with his own.
