Is he saying…
I follow after him and find him getting undressed. His shirt is already unbuttoned and he’s tugging it off.
“You want me to fuck you?” I ask in disbelief. He looks up, eyes a little wide. He nods once, and I can’t get to him fast enough.
I know we talked about this and I know he already agreed to it, but I hadn’t expected it to be so soon. This is a big deal.
“Are you sure?” I ask between kissing him. “We don’t have to do this right now.”
“I know. But I want to,” he says, working at the buttons on my shirt as I work at his pants. “Cam, I wantyou.”
“Fuck, you’re so perfect, Austen.”
I kiss his neck, shoving his pants down. He pushes at my shirt and I shrug it off, tossing it away. Between messy kisses, we manage to get each other completely naked and then we’re on the bed. Austen is beneath me, just as hard as I am.
I thrust against him, needing to feel every inch of him. His hands are in my hair and mine are roaming all over his body, wanting to feel every inch of his skin.
I kiss my way down his body, stopping to gently bite his nipple. He hisses but it turns into a groan, so I lick across his chest and do it to the other one.
“Cameron…”
I smile as I move down more, licking and kissing everywhere I can. Once I’m where I need to be, settled between his legs with his cock right by my mouth, I realize I forgot the lube. I glance at my end table, noting Austen won’t be able to reach it either, so I stop what I’m doing. He whines.
“Why are you stopping?”
I don’t answer, but I keep his gaze as I pull the lube from the end table, then go back to where I was.
“Turn over.”
“Wh-what?” he says.
“Turn over for me, Austen.”
He blinks a few times before swallowing hard and doing as I asked. I grip his hips and pull him up so he’s on his knees. I don’t give him even a second to argue before I dive in.
“Fuck!” he cries out, body moving away from me. But I grip him tighter by the hips and hold him in place as I enjoy him, knowing this is so overwhelming for him and loving every second of that. I slide my tongue along his hole that clenches for me. After a few moments, he settles and stops pulling away, and instead grinds against my face. I move down, licking his balls and sucking one into my mouth. He moans so loudly I can’t help but smile.
“Why does that feel so good?” he asks.
I wonder if anyone has ever licked his balls before? Seems like a given, but with him being with Savannah… I can see her refusing to do that. She probably didn’t care about him at all in the bedroom.
“You just wait,” I say as I move back up to his hole and shove my tongue inside.
“Fuck!” He groans deeply, burying his face in the pillow and gripping onto the sheets. I pull back and grab the lube, pouring a bunch on my fingers then bringing them to his crack and lathering him up.
“You sure you’re ready for this?”
“Hell yes,” he pants.
I ease one finger inside. He’s so tight, this is going to take me a while.
“Tell me to stop at any point.”
“Do not stop.”
I avoid his prostate as I work my finger in, wanting to wait for that until he’s more relaxed. He’s in for a surprise and I can’t wait to see him get it.
Adding a second finger takes some time because he’s so tight and keeps clenching.
