A breathtaking smile spreads across his lips. “I know.”
Fuck. I should probably start small, right? I lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips. Then I turn his head to the side and brush his throat with my jaw, letting my stubble scrape over his smooth skin.
He inhales sharply but doesn’t do anything else, so I repeat the motion. When I pull back, his throat is already red and raw with beard burn. It’s kind of hot to see the mark on him; I can’t even lie. I settle my lips over the skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the area that has him panting and arching toward me.
I suck lightly. Not enough to leave a dark mark, but just enough that his skin is pink and wet from my mouth. I do it again, a little harder, not letting go until he lets out a keening moan.
This time, it’s darker, blooming deep against his flawless skin.
“More,” he breathes quietly.
I leave another, then another, not stopping until he’s breathing hard and squirming. When I look, I’ve covered his throat in a mosaic of my marks. Some are darker than others, but all of them are mine.
Not from pain, but from pleasure. Not from hate or anger, but from love and tenderness. And judging by the way he’s shivering and trying to rub his dick against me, he’s not feeling shame.
I dive back in, sucking and nipping at his collarbone and the junction of his throat. He whimpers, and I pause, ready to pull away when he tangles his fingers in my hair and holds me in place. “Bite me,” he groans, trying to force my head back down.
My cock jerks at the breathy, raw tone of his voice, and I oblige, sinking my teeth into the tender flesh. Not enough to break the skin, but enough that he feels it. He gasps and shivers, his hand trembling where it’s gripping my hair. “Oh God. More, Austin. More.”
Holy hell. I don’t even know how I’m still hanging on, but I’m willing to give him anything, so I keep going. I slowly work my way down his body, leaving careful bite marks and deep bruises across his chest and torso, then his waistline.
His hips come off the bed, his cock straining and leaking. I close my hand around it, giving it a firm stroke as he damn near sobs. I release his cock, lifting his leg and wrapping it around my shoulder before taking him in my hand again. I nibble on the skin of his inner thighs, breathing in the heady scent of him. He jerks and moans, thrusting into my hand. “Fuck, Luc,” I whisper against his skin. “You’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”
He moans, rocking his hips again as his pre-cum wets my hand. “Keep going,” he groans.
“Can’t believe I get to touch you like this,” I murmur, biting his thigh hard enough to leave an imprint of my teeth, then another and another—almost feral with the need coursing through my body.
He shivers. “Yeah, like that.” His trembling hands land on my head. “Do it again.”
I bite down again, harder this time, and he moans, his body almost convulsing. It’s too fucking much. My hips take on a mind of their own, and I grind against the bed, dying for relief. I seal my lips over his skin and suck hard, hollowing my cheeks and flicking my tongue over his overheated skin.
I lift myself enough to leave another deep bruise on his hip. “Feel that?” I whisper, breath ragged against his skin. “That’smine. You’remine.”
Chapter 29
Luca
AssoonasAustinsays the words, I’m vaguely aware of him tensing. It’s only because I know him so well that I notice it. They hit me square in the chest, though, making me groan. I want that. I want to belong to him. Always. Forever.
My body trembles as I tug on his hair, all my muscles straining as I try to get closer to him. Closer, closer. Always closer. “I’m yours,” I rasp. “I’m so yours. God, fuck me. Please fuck me.”
Austin lets out a breathless moan. “Fuck, baby. Are you sure?”
Before, it was all wrong. I wasn’t ready. I wanted to be. But I lied to myself and to Austin. I wasn’t. Now? Now I’m ready. I’m more than ready. Austinlovesme. He fucking loves me, and I’m covered in the proof of it.
My body is aching from it in the best way, every bite mark and hickey and scratch of stubble throbbing with each beat of my heart, my skin hot and flushed, and my heart so full I can hardly breathe. “Yeah—yes… please. Do it.”
His hand leaves my cock, and he climbs up my body, dropping his weight on top of me. I can’t even wait. I surge up, capturing his lips in a kiss. It’s out of control, like it’s the only thing tethering us to reality, and part of me feels like maybe it is.
I’m so fucking needy, rutting against him. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this, the last time I wanted to be filled like this, to be connected to someone in this way.
Austin breaks our kiss and grabs for a bottle of lube. The second he has it in his hand, I’m jerking him back to me and finding his lips with my own again. He chuckles against my mouth. I know if I want him to have sex with me, I need to let him go, but I can’t.
Finally, he pulls away with a gasp, resting his forehead against mine. “Fuck,” he whispers. “I’ve gotta get you ready.”
I shake my head. “I don’t need prep. I can take it.”
“Not a fucking chance, baby,” Austin murmurs, catching my lips with his.
