My body keeps moving, fucking against the bed. I can’t help it. I’m so fucking turned on right now, I’m going to end up coming just like this and I don’t even care. He can take it as a compliment. Getting off isn’t my priority right now, all I care about is Austen’s dick in my mouth. If I come while I’m giving him head, great.
“Cam…” he whines, hand going to my hair. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
I hum around his dick, bobbing my head and massaging his balls, pulling out all my tricks, needing him to remember this forever. I need him to know that I will do this to him every night if he wants, if he’d just accept that we should be together.
“Ohmygod,” he mumbles, all one word. “I’m going to come.”
Fuck, so am I.
I hump the bed faster, needing just a little more friction to throw me over the edge, and as soon as his cum hits my tongue, I explode, too. I come so fucking hard as I swallow his release, working him through what I hope is the best orgasm he’s ever had. I lick every drop from him, making sure his dick is clean when I free it from my mouth.
He’s panting, staring up at the ceiling. I crawl up his body and kiss his neck before going to the bathroom to clean myself up. It takes just a minute and I don’t bother putting on any clothes when I return, but I do bring him a warm cloth to clean up with. He’s asleep when I get there, and I smile down at him as I wipe him up. I’m so fucking glad I came on this trip.
Chapter Seventeen
Austen
I groan as the overwhelming need to get up and piss wakes me. My head is pounding, my stomach a bit uneasy, and I’m hot as hell.
Good job, Austen, you are officially hungover as shit.
The sweet, soothing scent of sandalwood fills my lungs, and I feel the slightest touch, warm and firm, tugging me closer. My cock twitches, beckoning me to get up and take care of business so I can collapse back in this bed. But that touch, the smooth warmth, feels too good to fight, so for the moment, I don’t. I feel like shit, but I just want to stay here a little longer…
The touch pulls me closer until my cock brushes against something hard, and I immediately open my eyes and the world stops.
My gaze settles on a head of dark, messy hair, broad tan shoulders, and parted, pillowy lips. My breath catches as I notice the sheets barely covering his lean body. Like an alarm bell, my cock twitches again as the hardness moves against me.
No.
No, no, no… this can’t be happening, there’s got to be a good explanation for—
My stomach flips as the hazy memories resurface.
Of Cameron’s hands over my hips, his mouth on my—
“Fuck!” I shout as I push him away with all my might.
“Austen, what the—”
His arms flail as he screams, and he falls off the bed but catches himself halfway and scoots back up to sit.
“Get away from me. Right now.”
Cam’s eyes shoot open as panic and anxiety hit its peak.
“Austen…”
I swing my legs over the bed, confirming with my own eyes that I am completely naked.
My stomach roils as I make a beeline for the bathroom, the memories hitting me like poison.
His tongue in my mouth, his hands on my abs.
My cock hitting the back of his throat.
Coming down his fucking throat.
“Shit!” I yell again, trying to force the memories away. I lock myself in the bathroom, but I don’t miss Cameron’s panicked voice.
