“You usually take three first.”
“Not tonight. I want to feel it.” I blink, giving him a blank stare. “Do it, Cam. I want you to.”
Fine. His wish is my command.
I pull my fingers free of his tight hole and lather my dick with lube before pressing against him. My hand is on his lower back, holding him to the desk and I urge forward. There’s resistance. He’s tight. Not nearly loose enough, but if this is what he wants…
“Fuck, yes,” he hisses, hands moving to grip the edge of the desk, the muscles in his forearm tensing as the wood creaks.
“I want to feel this for days,” he murmurs.
“I’m sure you will,” I say, sliding in just a little more. I go as slowly as I can, not wanting to hurt him. It takes so much self control on my part to not snap my hips forward and feel him clench around me. I bet it would be amazing. But I won’t do that to him. I love him too much to actually hurt him.
Once I’m fully inside, my hips pressed against him, we both breathe a sound of relief.
“God, you’re tight,” I grit out as I slide out of him and go back in. I do this a few times, letting him get used to me before I really start to fuck him. I fuck him so hard the desk scrapes across the floor and hits the wall, which is amazing because then I go even deeper. He moans and groans and shouts for me to keep going. Pretty sure the people in the kitchen next door can hear this. Hope they’re enjoying it.
“I’m so close, Austen,” I tell him
“M-me too,” he whines. “Me too!”
“Don’t come on my desk,” I warn.
He grins at me over his shoulder. “Or what?”
I rear my hand back and slap his ass. His lips part and I expect him to cry out, but he only moans.
“You’ll do more of that?” he asks, reaching for his dick.
He’s gotten so cocky lately. Ever since he’s become comfortable with us, who he is, how we have sex. I get it’s different from sex with a woman, and there’s a lot to get used to. I love what we’ve turned into. Nothing is perfect, but we’re as perfect as we possibly can be.
Austen fucks me from below, showing me how badly he wants me to come.
“Coming, baby,” I growl out, grabbing both hips and slamming in even harder until my orgasm washes over me, my dick pulsing inside him. It takes a few seconds for me to catch my breath, but then I’m spinning him and sucking him into my mouth. Less than a minute later, he’s coming down my throat with a growl.
I sit back, staring at my cum dripping down his legs and smile up at him. He’s leaning against the desk, skin flushed, trying to breathe.
“I love you,” I tell him.
He grins down at me. “I love you too,baby.”
Epilogue
Austen
“Come on!” I yell, ready to pull my hair out.
“What the fuck?” Cameron hollers, equally frustrated. The crowd boos and bellows along with us as my brother shoves his opponent against the glass.
The ref blows his whistle, and I groan in frustration as my brother is sent to the penalty box. Again.
I lean back in my seat, huffing out my disdain. Cam looks at me, an amused grin on his face.
“What?” I ask, leaning back in my seat. “Do I have mustard on my face or something?” I say, running my hands over my mouth. He shakes his head.
“You’re so cute when you get all worked up,” he says. I glare at him.
“I’m not worked up. That was a shitty call—”
