I drop the suitcase by the sink and tear off my clothes in record time then get into the shower with him.
There’s nothing telling me he was jerking off in here, other than the flush of his cheeks and the fact his dick is hard as a rock, but I know.
“You could have waited for me,” I say, biting on my bottom lip as I look him over from head to toe. He’s still in good shape, still so sexy. Water runs down his solid chest, down his abs, his defined, cut hips. He looks back at me with wide, blue eyes.
“I…”
I raise a brow. “Are you going to deny what you were doing in my shower, Austen?” I take a step closer to him. I’ve never been so thankful for my giant shower before.
His lips part, water droplets gathering along them and I dive in to kiss him, our dicks brushing. He relaxes, sucking in a sharp breath when I push him against the wall.
“Tell me what you were doing,” I say, pulling back just enough to speak.
“I… I was…”
Dragging my fingers up his sides, his eyelids flutter shut and he lets out the softest moan.
“Say it.”
“I was… touching myself.”
“Why didn’t you wait for me?”
“I just… was worried.”
“That I’d say no?” I pinch his nipple and he yelps.
“Yes!”
I press my lips to his softly. His eyes open and I move my way along his jaw, then his neck. Down his chest. I suck on his nipple, which causes him to jerk away from the wall. I move further down, his stomach tensing and breathing increasing as I do.
Once I’m on my knees, his dick right there for the taking, I look up at him.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
“Yes,” he breathes out.
“Are you sure?” I ask again, needing to hear it. Needing him to be sure.
“Absolutely.”
I grin before taking his dick in my hand and holding it steady for me to lick. Austen’s fingers tangle in my hair as he moans, hips thrusting against my mouth so softly as I take him into my mouth. I don’t move much, hoping he’s going to take over and do something, other than just standing there and taking it.
I release him from my mouth, and say, “Don’t treat me like I’m fragile. If you want to fuck my mouth, Austen, fucking do it.”
His eyes darken almost instantly, and I go back to sucking him off. It takes maybe three seconds for my words to kick in. His grip tightens in my hair and he holds my head steady, pushing himself deeper down my throat. I smile around him, removing my hand from his dick to grab his hips instead. I groan around his length, gripping him harder as he fucks me faster, his dick going all the way to the back of my throat.
“Cam,” he breathes out. “Fuck, Cameron, your mouth feels so good.”
I’ve never heard better words in my life.
“I’m going to come,” he rasps out just as the first rope of cum hits the back of my throat. He holds me in place, and I suck and lick him through his orgasm.
His head falls against the wall, eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath. I get to my feet and stand under the spray, running my hands through my hair to get it wet so I can wash it.
“I want to return the favor.”
I open my eyes and see Austen staring at me, wet hair hanging in his eyes, still breathing a little heavily. I raise a brow, unable to stop from smirking.
