He pushes off the wall and moves closer to me. His blue eyes darken as he looks me over from head to toe, his tongue darting out between his lips.
“You’ve made me come twice now, and I’ve yet to make you.”
My smirk turns into a grin. “Trust me, you’ve done it for me plenty of times.”
He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “Show me what to do.”
I raise a brow. “You’re serious?”
Biting on his bottom lip, he nods.
I narrow my eyes, watching him and wondering if this is pushing it too far for him. But he’s asking, he wants this. Who am I to tell him no?
I step out from under the spray. “Just do whatever feels good for you.”
With a nod, he gets to his knees. Just seeing him down there has me about to explode. I never thought I’d see the day when he was on his knees for me, ready to put my dick in his mouth, but here we are.
“Just… don’t laugh at me.” He smiles up at me, and I know he’s joking, trying to cut the tension.
“Never,” I breathe out, and his smile falls, turning into a lustful look.
His gaze pulls from mine and he focuses on my dick, grabbing it at the base and darting his tongue out to lick the tip.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my hands balling into fists.
He wraps his lips around the head and sucks. I groan loudly.
Austen takes me a little deeper. His movements are tentative, unsure. He’s probably worried about gagging or looking silly, but there’s no way that could happen.
He starts to stroke me, getting used to me as he feels me out. I’m fine being an experiment to him as long as his hands are on me. I’m already so close that it wouldn’t matter if this was the worst blowjob ever—which I doubt it will be.
Unable to stop myself, I rest my hand on the back of Austen’s head, gripping his hair. I don’t push him, just let my hand rest there while he does his thing. And it is so fucking good. He’s careful and slow, and normally I’m a messy blowjob kind of guy, but this is perfect in the best way.
“I’m close,” I tell him.
He pulls off my dick, flashing those pretty blue eyes up at me in surprise. “Really?”
“Yes, so don’t stop,” I say, shaking my head.
“Sorry,” he mutters, going back in, but I don’t miss the twist of his lips, the quick grin.
This time, he’s more into it. A little more sure of himself. He sucks harder, gets a good rhythm going and quickly brings me to the edge.
“Fuck, Austen, I’m going to come.”
I give him enough notice to stop, but he doesn’t. He keeps going, and that’s so fucking hot.
I grasp onto his hair when the orgasm hits, and when I come he does his best to manage it, but ends up jerking me off through it which is totally fine with me.
I lean against the wall, smiling to myself.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” I say, catching my breath.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” he responds, laughing and getting to his feet.
I drag my finger along his chest, swiping up my cum. “You made a mess.”
He looks down and I hold my finger up.
