“That’s less romantic than it sounds.” I’d had days when Miguel had fucked me hard enough the saddle was uncomfortable. I didn’t regret our wilder moments at the time, but the aftermath wasn’t exactly fun.
“Who said romantic? I’m just looking for real.” Austin tilted his chin toward the bedroom. “Come on.”
I hurried after him so I reached him beside the bed, before he had time to unbutton his shirt. “Let me.”
Austin quirked a smile and dropped his hands. A bleak look in his eyes and lines of tension in his shoulders belied his matter-of-fact attitude. I fisted his shirt collar and pulled him into a deep kiss. I couldn’t fix tomorrow and the separation bearing down on us, but I could make sure Austin knew how much I wanted him tonight.
When I was done kissing Austin, I unwrapped him bit by bit, shirt and T-shirt, jeans and longjohns, socks and boxer-briefs. Inch after inch of smooth skin appeared, golden at his wrists and neck, pale below the belt, where a narrow trail of dark hair began at his navel and led downward. I stroked a finger along that line till I reached the nest of dark curls where his cock was beginning to chub up.
He caught my wrist, raised my hand to his mouth, and nipped my thumb. “Give me a minute in the john?”
“Of course.”
While Austin was gone, I stripped the bed down to the bottom sheet and laid a towel over it. No sleeping in a wet spot tonight. I set condoms and lube on the nightstand, and tissues as well, fetched a glass of water from the kitchen. It hadn’t escaped my notice that he swallowed like a dream but didn’t really like the taste.
“Uh, no rose petals and mood music?”
I turned to see Austin standing in the doorway, gorgeously naked. He waved at the nightstand.
I muttered, “I like to be prepared.”
“I’ve noticed.” He strolled over and dropped onto the bed on his back, one leg raised, a hand playing idly with his dick. “So. How do you want me?”
Here? Forever?I glanced away. “Give me just a second.”
In the bathroom, I pissed, washed up a bit, and stared at myself in the mirror. Thirty-three years old, with lines coming beside my eyes and mouth, skin coarse from years of wind and sun, a nose that dominated my wide, thin mouth. I was no one’s prize. Austin would realize that, once he spent more time out in the world.
Which made me selfish to want to keep him.
I stripped fast and headed back to the bedroom with my clothes in hand. Austin smiled as I fumbled the door shut behind me, and he could’ve sold Arizona beachfront with that smile. He reached for me, propped up on one elbow. “C’mere.”
I went to him, of course. I put Austin on his back and blew him till he thrashed and cursed and came down my throat. Then I rolled him over, pulled him up on his knees, and rimmed him, the sour hints of sweat only driving my overwhelming need. He was rock hard by the time I lubed him and thrust inside, begging by the time I pulled out and got him flat on his back, knees to his chest, before pushing in again.
Every touch, every sound, echoed through me. I wanted to make Austin fly harder than ever in his life, and yet make this last forever.Last time, last time.I refused to let the pain of that truth derail me. With every skill I could command, I angled each stroke into his tight ass to hit just right, listening to his grunts and curses, watching his jaw drop open and sweat bead his forehead. He rolled his head, moaning as I fucked him, but his gaze returned to mine again and again, blown pupils darkening those bright blue eyes.
I stared back, trying to say everything I wouldn’t put into words.You deserve all the pleasure. You’re special. Don’t forget me.
Austin blew apart under me at last, no hands, shooting cum onto his chest and neck. I watched pleasure overtake him, until the arched lines of his neck softened and he let go of the sheets. Then I eased out, whipped off the condom, and added my jizz to his in a convulsion of pleasure. I wanted to bite him, mark him, rub my cum into his skin. Instead, I kissed the insides of his thighs, guided his legs to the bed, and lay down beside him.
Austin mumbled incoherently as I wiped him clean, sipped some of the water myself, and fumbled at the foot of the bed for the covers. He sat up, reached for me, and kissed me, before stumbling off to the john. I figured he might put his underwear and base layer back on for warmth when he returned, but he crawled under the covers beside me naked.
“Want some sweats?” I asked him.
“Nah. You can keep me warm.” He turned his back to me, pushing his ass against my soft dick.
I wrapped my arms around him, added a leg across his thighs for good measure, and pulled him close.
“Mm,” Austin murmured. “Just like that.”
From the way his body slumped and relaxed, he fell asleep within minutes.
I lay awake a long time as a cold ache grew inside me, imagining what life would be like without him.
Chapter 11
Austin
For a guy who hadn’t been to a store all week, I had a lot more stuff leaving than I’d brought. Not just the socks and sweats that Seth insisted I keep, but a hoodie and work gloves from Colby, a throw blanket from Tiffany, ropes and emergency supplies, a set of the long jumper cables John refused to take back, and a bunch of food in containers from Davis.
