“Dates. Do you bring them here?”
“Uh… sometimes?”
There’s no use in lying to him. Though I have no idea why he’s asking me, the last thing I need is to lie to him about something else.
“Have they ever sucked your dick in the kitchen?”
I’m bringing my cup of coffee to my mouth when he says it, and it shocks me so much I spill it. The coffee splashes me, staining my white shirt.
“Shit,” I say, putting the mug down.
“Here, let me help,” Austen says, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head.
“Seriously?”
He shrugs. “You don’t need it. And it was my fault, so the least I can do is help.”
“Right,” I say carefully, noting how close he is to me and he hasn’t backed away.
“You didn’t answer the question.”
I blink, thinking back on what he even asked me. Oh, right. Blowjobs in the kitchen.
“No,” I say. “They have not.”
“Bed then?”
I shake my head.
“Couch?”
I don’t answer, and his eyes glimmer with mischief. He grips my wrist and pulls me around the island and onto the couch, giving me a shove until I fall onto it.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He gets to his knees in front of me, running a hand through his hair as he grins wickedly at me.
“Erasing the memories of everyone else.” Austen grabs my sweats and tugs them down, freeing my dick that is getting hard. “Is there a problem with that?”
“Not at fucking all,” I say, lifting my hips so he can get my pants the rest of the way off. He wraps his hand around my dick expertly, like he knows exactly how to handle one. I mean, he has his own, but touching someone else’s is different. Leaning in, he licks from my balls to the tip. My head falls back and I groan. His enthusiasm is not missed.
“Breakfast and a blowjob?” I ask with a chuckle.
“What can I say? I appreciate you letting me stay here.” He flashes his bright blue gaze up at me, his grin so fucking sexy it should be criminal.
“If that’s all it took, I’d have called you five years ago.”
He chuckles but then goes back to sucking me off, taking his time to slowly circle his tongue around my shaft, using one hand to massage my balls as he takes me to the back of his throat and groans. I’m just about there when he pops off too fast for my liking and says, “So I was thinking...”
“You’ve been doing a lot of that today, huh?”
“Guess I have.” He strokes me slowly, teasing the hell out of me as he runs his thumb over my cockhead. “Anyway, are you like… a strict top?”
“What?” I bark out. “What the hell kind of question is that?”
He shrugs, twisting his lips as some dirty blond hair falls forward, framing his face. “I’m pretty sure I only remember you telling me about topping guys, so I wasn’t sure,” he says as he continues to stroke me torturously.
“And, well… I was thinking about fucking you.”
