“There’s apple pie,” I noted, although my cock stirred at Austin’s tone.
“Oh, well then, forget the fuck. Let’s eat pie.”
“Afterward.” I pushed to my feet and moved behind him at the sink, mimicking his earlier pose, my hands shoved under the front of his sweatshirt. Austin grunted as I pinched his nipples and pressed my hardening dick against his ass.
He sounded breathless. “Afterward is good too.”
“That’s what I thought. Come on.”
Austin set the washed plates in the drain rack. “Should we refrigerate stuff?”
“Fuck. You’re killing me, but yes.” I went back to the cooler.
We ended up giggling together as we tried to fit all the containers in my small fridge. The frustration wasn’t funny, except we were both rock hard and each time the door wouldn’t shut, we got harder.
Austin groaned, “Ah, hell,” plucked the last few green beans out of the container with his fingers and stuffed the food into his mouth. He tossed the empty Tupperware in the direction of the sink. “Let’s go.”
I grabbed his hand and sucked the garlic and butter off his fingers one by one, then kissed the shine off his lips.
“Right now.” Austin tightened his grip on my hand and hauled me toward the bedroom.
As soon as I shut the door, Austin yanked his loose shirt off and dropped his sweatpants to the floor, kicking them free. There he stood, naked in the lamplight. Holy hell, he was pretty. Lean and fine and smooth, golden light catching the curve of his ass, the column of his neck, the full shape of his mouth.
I took a moment just to look, but then he lunged at me, yanking my shirt off. “You, naked, now.”
Desire roared through me. I struggled with my button, my zipper, fighting to get my underwear off with my jeans. I moved toward Austin but he pointed downward. “Socks. Off.”
“Picky, picky.” I toed them past my heels and kicked them aside.
“Good.” He kissed me urgently. “How do you want me?”
“I think you deserve to choose.”
“I choose for you to fuck me however you want. Over the dresser? On the floor?” Pure sin infused his grin.
“On the bed, then.”
Austin sighed. “I’m in love with a man with no imagination.” He froze, eyeing me sideways, his eyes wide as if afraid I might reject the word.
I kept my tone light, as if that word from Austin didn’t have me walking on air. “And I’m in love with a man who’s watched too much porn.”
“Are you?” A smile blossomed on his face.
Trying not to be too intense and scare him off, I continued the joke. “Seems like. This floor is damned hard.”
“The dresser, then? That mirror might be fun.”
I tilted my head. “With a pillow so you don’t get the edge digging into your stomach, maybe.” I couldn’t deny there was some appeal in the thought of watching his face flush as I fucked into him hard from behind, but we’d both said “love” and I wanted to savor that. “Not tonight. I want to take my time.”
“Yeah, maybe a day I didn’t already spend seven hours on my feet.” Austin stretched out on his back. “Mm, I do like this bed.”
“A good thing, since it’s the only one I’ve got.” A little voice in my head told me I’d buy a new one if Austin wanted different. I shushed that truth away.
He spread his legs and I crawled up the mattress between his thighs. Placing my hands on either side of his shoulders, I draped my body over his. “I want to see your face. Is that okay?”
“Yeah.” His word snagged on a shaking breath.
“Good.” I lifted condoms and lube out of the drawer to have them ready, but spent glorious minute after minute kissing andlicking Austin until he writhed under me, pawing aimlessly at my shoulders and calling me names. Then I shoved his knees to his chest and rimmed him even longer, till he began babbling nonsense words.
