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“God, yes.”
He licks me again, down and all the way up, and he lingers at the tip where he eagerly laps the beads of precum. “Love your flavor,” he whispers and I flutter my eyes shut, only to open them again.
“Austin,” I breathe. Seeing him like this, on his knees for me, is out of this world. “It’s so good,” I croak. God, I’m so hot for him.
Austin keeps on flicking his tongue around my slit, smirking at me when he catches me watching, and then, without breaking eye contact, he takes me down, inch by inch, agonizingly slow, to the back of his throat. I let out a happy grunt and thrust up from the couch, falling apart under the perfect, wet suction of his mouth and tongue as he bobs his head.
“So good. God, yeah, just like that…” My foggy mind rambles every single word it seems to find. One of Austin’s hands fondles my balls, squeezing gently while the other starts stroking my shaft.
“It’s too much,” I pant. “Fuck, it’s so good. You need to stop.”
He pulls off my cock and whisper-rumbles, “Give me all you’ve got, sweetling.” And then he takes my cock back in his mouth and sucks and licks my shaft, while his fingers continue to play and tease. I fist my hands and my back arches up from the couch. “Fuck!” And then my pulsing cock shoots its full load down his throat as I moan for him. My orgasm rips me apart like an arrow’s been shot, the bow’s spent, leaving my body reveling in the aftermath of shocks of pleasure. Austin massages my thighs until no more leave my body, then licks me clean and rises up, his lips full and pink and oh so beautiful.
“That was amazing,” is all I can come up with. He gives me a soft kiss on my mouth, then plops down next to me. “It was.”
I eye the enormous bulge in his sweatpants. “Would you like—I mean, can I…?” My whole face flushes, but it doesn’t stop me from crawling my fingers toward his waistband. He turns to face me, his eyes searching for my reaction.
“Have you ever done this?”
“I’ve touched a dick before if that’s what you mean.” My own, but he doesn’t have to know that. I wait for a beat, but when he doesn’t stop me, I copy his position. Once I’m nestled in between his thighs, I roll down his pants with shaking fingers. His cock pops out, proud and hard, the skin looking tight and the tip flushed. I can feel his dark gaze on me, but can’t help from biting my lip, wondering where to start. What if I’m not good at it? Panic threatens to bubble across the surface. Damn, what the hell was I thinking? “I—I…’’ I mumble as I try to get up, but his thick thighs keep me locked in.
Austin guides one of my hands to his cock and we both watch how my hand starts to stroke his hot flesh. “Can you feel that, sweetling? Feel how hard I am for you?” I barely have time to send him a shy smile, because he leans in smoothly and takes my bottom lip between his teeth, his hand still on mine, encouraging me to keep on moving. “That’s it. You’re making me feel so good.” His words glide like honey and give me a sense of power I’ve never felt. When he takes away his hand to grab my neck and pull our mouths closer, my fingers completely seize his cock and I rub him faster.
“That’s it, God, that feels good,” he moans in my mouth and I increase the pressure and the friction until he blindly humps into my hand while he grunts and swears. When I feel him tense up, I lick his lips, and breathe, “So beautiful, you’re so beautiful.”
He groans as his jizz coats my fingers and t-shirt while he continues grinding into my hand until he’s completely spent.
He leans back against the couch, letting out a hoarse chuckle. “Fuck, that was over too fast. So good.”
“Yeah,” I agree with a whisper.
We stay like this for a peaceful moment, Austin in a relaxed, delicious pose, his legs wrapped around my huddled position between his thighs.
Could it be possible that he feels the same way about me?
He closes his eyes, allowing me to greedily drink in the sight of him like there’s no tomorrow. And perhaps there isn’t one, perhaps this is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I muster up the tiny bit of newfound bravery that is left. But once the words leave my mouth, fear of rejection takes over and a pathetic babble comes out instead. “I was wondering, uh, I mean…”
I want you so, so bad.
He opens his eyes and quirks an eyebrow, but lets me ramble myself to misery.
“If you, do you think that we… I mean…” I gesture weakly to the both of us. It somehow does the trick, because a slow, sly smile appears across his face. My heart stutters at the sight of so much beauty, but my premonition is dark. He shakes his head and gives me a full smirk, then ruffles my hair. “Don’t worry so much.”
Those words are so,somuch worse than a rejection. I jerk away from him as if stung by a wasp. My insides are turned into a liquid of hot shame and I believe that my heart’s just shattered into a thousand pieces. Without giving him another glance, or a reply for that matter, I peel away from the couch and stamp blindly toward the bathroom. Only once the door is safely locked do I lean against it and collapse to the ground. And release the hot tears that threaten to swallow me whole. What was I thinking? That he’d just scoop me up and declare his love for me? Guys like him don’t have boyfriends like me. And a guy like me, a Donnelly from The Business, should know better than to fall for the soon-to-be leader of The Void. But I’m so in love with Austin that it physically hurts.
Never love someone outside of your inner circle.
I run both hands over my face and try to keep myself from sobbing. I’m stronger than this. I’m better than this. I slowly get up onto my wobbly legs. And I’m definitely smarter than this. If I can’t have him, I’ll beat him—just watch me play this game.
Chapter 11: Austin
He’s been ignoring me ever since he came out of the bathroom, avoiding me like some immature teenager, and I don’t know what to do with it. Even now, during our ride to meet Philippe, he’s playing dead.
“If you, do you think that we… I mean…”
What am I missing? I carefully glance at Connor from the corner of my eye, because he’s gotten me all confused here. Where I’m from, wetalkabout things, but with him, I can’t help but feel like a permanent asshole. Which, okay, I occasionally enjoy being, especially when I’ve got a certain person safely trapped beneath my body, squirming and begging, but the startling truth is that he’s somehow managed to crawl deeper and deeper under my skin. Making me wantmore. He’s intriguing, even when he’s all locked up in his own head. Like he is now, stiff and scowling and analyzing shit in that brain of his.
“That was nice, before.” I wince at my own words, and even Connor tilts his head in confusion. “I mean, chatting with you and all.” Fuck, awkward much?
