The little moans, the heavy breathing, the whispered curses.
I move my mouth back to his and kiss him again. His mouth opens for me without protest. My tongue finds his and my free hand slides to his prominent erection.
“Austen…” The way he says my name is so full of emotion, it makes me stop.
“Is this okay?” I ask, his pulse still racing beneath my palm on his neck. He looks at me, kiss-swollen lips and hooded eyes making my cock twitch, and my heart skip a beat.
“I can… I can stop if it’s not,” I say, worried history will repeat itself. That I’ll get carried away and mess everything up, but fuck…
It’s like ever since last night, I can’t help myself. I’ve never felt desire like this before, and it’s terrifying. It also feels so good, I don’t know how to stop. But if he wants me to, I will.
The last thing I want to do is hurt him or make him uncomfortable.
Anxiety forms in my stomach.
There’s a heavy pause before he kisses me, sliding his tongue into my mouth again as he moves his hand from my hip to my ass. He grabs it, pulling me closer, like he can’t get enough of me either.
Like he wantsmeas badly as I want him.
“I don’t want you to stop,” he murmurs against my mouth. “But I also don’t want to come in my pants in the middle of Central Park,” he says, his voice tinged with humor and lust.
I don’t think twice about the words that come out of my mouth, even though they are a bit terrifying to hear out loud.
“Then come in my mouth instead,” I say, my voice low and raspy as I deftly unlatch his belt. His cock throbs against me, and I don’t miss the way he tenses, clearly surprised. I know I chickened out earlier, mostly because I just wasn’t ready for how fast it happened. I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do, and as such I ended up using my hand instead. I’m still not entirely sure what I’m doing, but I’m a fast learner. Always have been. I’ll be ready this time. And I know Cam won’t judge me. At least, Ihopehe won’t.
“Fuck, Austen…” He moans as I bite at his bottom lip. I half expect him to push me away, because wearein public, but he doesn’t.
Not when I kiss his neck, not when I slide my hand between the opening of his underwear, not when I cup my palm around his cockhead, running my thumb across his wet slit.
The way he moans my name mixed with the feel of his cock in my hand has me so hard I’m not all that certain I won’t come in my own pants.
I love it. I fucking love it.
From this angle, even if someone were to walk by, they wouldn’t be able to see much. My body covers him enough. It’s dark. But when I get on my knees, like I plan to do, there won’t be any mistaking what’s happening, and something about that makes me more turned on.
I stroke him slowly, taking my time as I squeeze him, let go, and then stroke. I repeat the motions, listening to the softsounds he makes, watching the way his eyes fall shut, the way his mouth parts as he groans.
I drop to my knees, using one hand to guide him into my mouth as fast as I can. I feel his cock twitch, and his breath catches.
“Oh fuck,” he says, nearly breathless. His hand finds the back of my head as I grip him at his base, more familiar with the thickness and size of him in my mouth.
I roll my tongue around his head before taking him in further, adjusting my cock as he curses. Emboldened by his touch, his breathy moans, I close my eyes and take him to the back of my throat. He doesn’t move much, but I can tell he wants to because of the tension in his grip. I remove my mouth for a moment, glancing up at him, throwing his words back at him.
“Don’t treat me like I’m fragile, Cam.” I lick my lips. “If you want to fuck my mouth, do it.” My voice is low, darker than I’ve ever heard it. “I can take it.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks, his tone making my cock twitch. I nod as I wrap my lips around him once more and I take him into the back of my throat in one motion. I hit my gag reflex, but the grip of his hand in my hair tells me it’s not embarrassing to him. His hips thrust erratically, and I just know he's close. So fucking close…
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he warns as my mouth fills with warm, salty cum. I close my eyes, swallowing quickly and trying my hardest not to think about what I’mactuallyswallowing, because if I do, I’ll freak out.
“Ohmygod,” Cam hisses, stringing his words together breathlessly. “Austen…”
He grips my hair in his fist and pulls, likely a reflex from his orgasm, but…
The groan that escapes my throat is unavoidable.Fuck, I like that.
I swipe my tongue over his slit once more to make sure he’s clean, before tucking him back into his pants and making him presentable again and then I get to my feet. I can’t stop smiling as he catches his breath.
He looks at me, chest heaving, pupils blown, and I feel like a million bucks seeing that look on his face. Knowing I put it there.
