No other words come out of his mouth. He steps forward, his hand going to the back of my neck and pulls me in for another kiss. This one is much more heated, his tongue diving into my mouth with force and eagerness. It’s messy and I fucking love it.
He slams me against the wall, this aggressive side coming out of him that I’ve never seen anywhere other than him on the field. I’ve slept with enough sports players to know they’re a lot of talk,and most of them love to bottom. Big tough guys on the field, but wanting to get railed in the bedroom. It doesn’t seem it’ll be that way with Austen, but the only way I’ll know is to test the boundaries.
He groans into my mouth, his hands on my sides, running them up and over my stomach carefully as if he’s trying to figure me out, noticing the differences between me and a woman—which are a lot, by the way. A man’s body is much different from a woman’s, and in many ways.
I flip us, so he’s against the wall, his back slamming against it, causing a whoosh of air to puff from his mouth. I nip at his jaw and make my way to his neck where I bite and lick, causing him to moan the most beautiful sound. I press our bodies together, feeling his erection against my thigh, which makes me smile. I was worried that wouldn’t happen… that maybe this is something else entirely, but if his body is responding, he must like it.
So I keep going.
I tug his shirt up, and he helps me get it off, tossing it away before tangling his hands in my hair and finding my mouth again. I grind against him, running my hands over his abs, wanting to feel every dip and crevice.
I can’t believe this is happening.
I can’t fucking believe this is happening.
I’m so hard, my balls ache. I’m dizzy from the need to release. The way I want him is insane.
“You’re body is so fucking hot,” I say against his lips before diving in for another kiss.
“So is yours,” he mutters back.
“Let me suck your dick, Austen,” I say, pulling away, both of us panting. I look up to meet his bright blue eyes. His tongue darts out to lick at his kiss-swollen lips, and with slightly widened eyes, he nods in approval.
Thank fuck for that.
“Get on the bed,” I tell him as I get undressed down to my briefs, only because I don’t want to overwhelm him with seeing a dick.
He looks up once he’s sitting on the bed, his eyes going wide when he sees me nearly naked. He leans down for his shoes, but I push him back and get on my knees to do it for him, smiling up at him.
Austen doesn’t smile back, but it isn’t a bad look he’s giving me. More curious, like why am I taking his shoes off for him when he’s perfectly capable of doing it himself?
Doesn’t he know I’d do everything and anything for him, if only he’d let me?
No, I don’t have money to offer, but I have everything else. I have my heart to give him, and that’s worth so much more than money.
When his shoes and pants are off, I say, “Scoot back. By the headboard.”
He gets comfortable in the center of my bed, the one we shared last night, and I climb over him, finding his mouth again. I keep waiting for him to shove me off, to tell me to fuck off, to say it’s a mistake, but it doesn’t happen.
It does not happen and I can hardly believe that.
I rut against him, pressing my dick against his, the friction fucking amazing, but really it feels so good because I know it’s Austen’s dick that I’m touching.
“Feels good,” he moans, nails digging into my back. His cock twitches against mine.
“Yeah, it does,” I agree, kissing his neck. “This will feel even better. Promise.”
I wink at him as I lift up and settle between his legs. He watches me carefully, almost unsure. I dip my fingers into thewaistband of his boxer briefs and raise a brow, needing one last confirmation that this is okay.
He nods again—I’ll take it.I peel the briefs down, freeing his leaking cock, and I salivate. His balls are full, the perfect size, and there is this beautiful thick vein running up the side of his cock. I dart my tongue out, needing to feel it and run my tongue from his balls to the tip.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, head pressing back into the pillow.
“Watch me, Austen,” I say, gripping his dick. He swallows hard, then brings his eyes to me. “I need you to remember how good I make you feel.”
He doesn’t respond, but I don’t need a response. I lick his dick again, then wrap my lips around the plump head of his cock, savoring the flavor as I take him to the back of my throat. My own dick throbs, and I grind into the bed as I suck off my best friend. This is so much better than I ever imagined it would be.
He moans, thrusting gently into my mouth, almost like he’s afraid to go harder. But I take him deeper, wanting him to know he can go as hard as he wants. Whatever he wants to do, he can do. I can take it. I want him to feel good.
