I raised a brow. Surely he didn’t mean Nick, right?
“I’m not very experienced in BDSM, although I love it. I want to try more. So all of that is to say, I’m still learning what I like and dislike. I spanked Evie the other night with a paddle and put a blindfold on her, and god, I loved it. I loved it so much. But when I’m with you, I just melt. I can’t think of anything other than kissing you.”
“Kissing me, hmm?” I started to rub the muscles between his shoulder and neck. He groaned, his head falling back as hiseyes closed. I leaned down, kissing his throat. “Tell me what you think about after you kiss me.”
His breath parted his lips. I felt his cock hardening in his jeans, straining against the zipper and against me.
“Matt,” he croaked.
“Tell me, Austin,” I demanded. “Tell me every little fantasy in that mind of yours . . .”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Matthew
The way Austin whimpered for me made me so fucking hard. I slid off his lap and smirked when his head whipped up and he moaned in protest.
“Don’t leave,” he whined.
“Then do as you're told.”
He opened his mouth, clearly trying to find the words. His eyes were the size of saucers. Very much a deer-in-the-headlights look. It was cute.
I loved it when Austin was flustered. The first time we ever met, I thought he knew everything. That’s how he comes across to everyone. The residents of Whynot expect him to have all the answers and to solve all the problems.
What would it be like for him to get on his knees? What would it be like for him to look up at me in submission?
“Every time you push your glasses up your nose, I swear I get hard,” he huffed out.
“Glasses porn. Got it,” I chuckled.
He sat forward in his chair, rubbing his beard as he studied me. “I think about being tied up or bound in some way,” he finally admitted. “I think about lying there and being touched and teased and not being able to stop it. I like the idea ofsomeone taking advantage of me while I’m lying there hard and naked and stuck. Obviously, with prior consent. I know there’s such a thing as bondage tape . . .”
“There is,” I said. “I believe Nick has some.”
Austin considered that. “Do you think he’d give me hell for borrowing it?”
“Yes. Unless you let him be there with us.”
Austin narrowed his eyes on me. “We both know he wouldn’t want to be.”
We both know hewouldwant to be,I almost said. “Yeah, sure. What else? What else do you want?”
“I want to be fucked. And told what to do. And I don’t know, I’ve always wondered about wax play.”
I stepped between his knees and cupped his face, tilting his head up. “Another thing Nick has said he has.”
“Supplies for wax play?”
“Mm-hmm. We’ll have to barter with him.”
“Or I could buy my own stuff.”
“Or you could barter with him,” I teased. “It’s not so bad, you know. He’s not the villain.”
“You can’t make me fall for him.”
“I don’t have to make you.”
