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We haven’t heard anything yet fromLes Frères Perdus, though I believe it’s better not to push our luck by staying here too long. However, I’m in no position to bargain right now, since I’ve been walking along the streets for what feels like an eternity, clutching my love’s hand in mine for dear life. Blindfolded.
“As a matter of fact—” he rumbles, then suddenly pauses. I gasp, surprised by the sounds of a creaking door, immediately followed by a welcoming draft of cool air. Austin lets out a low chuckle. “We’re here. Follow me, sweetling.” He guides me up the stairs and with each step we take, I feel more of the chilly waft nipping my cheeks. “That’s it, nearly there.” We seem to have reached the top because he places a hand on the small of my back and gives me a gentle push forward. I let him guide me, but with every step we take, my stomach churns with nerves.
“Here, take a seat.” Austin moves me onto a chair and his hands linger a bit longer, stroking my chin and cheeks before his long fingers ghost in front of the blindfold. The buzzing in my ears grows louder and I shift restlessly on my chair as my hands fly up to my blindfold. I hear the cuffs before I can react, but I don’t fight him when he pulls my hands behind my back and secures them with the metal. “This is for you. And for me.”
And then I hear it—moaning, wanton sounds that fill the silence around us—making my throat dry as a fresh wave of embarrassment threatens to take me under. After everything I’ve been through—thatwe’ve been through as a couple—it’s still surprisingly uncomfortable to hear my pathetic whimpers. I don’t need to see the images to remember that day and the way I was chasing my high, hands frantically working my arousal, grunts becoming stronger until I breached the wall of exasperation with a final, muffled shout.
Austin breathes huskily in my ear. “Damn, you don’t want to know how often I’ve watched that video.”
“Yeah?” I squeak.
He lets out a dry chuckle. “Yeah.”
Then someone coughs close to me and I freeze, my guard up, instantly, my hands jerk against the relentless metal. “Austin?”
“Don’t be afraid,” Austin hums in my ear, allowing goosebumps to break out. “I’m gonna take your blindfold off now.”
I blink when vision returns to my eyes and openly take in the space around us. It looks like a tower of some sort. Big blocks of stone and open, diamond-shaped holes where windows would have been in the past. “Where are we?” I exhale. Austin strokes a hand through my hair and mumbles, “Saint-Madeleine. It was an abandoned church and now it’s ours.”
“Wow, it’s beautiful.”
Austin’s long fingers move to caress my cheek, then he gently guides my face around to look across the room. “I’ll gladly tell you later about the project I have in mind for this property, but this moment is about you and me and having some fun. You ready?”
My eyes blink when I take in the slumped shape seated on the other side of the room.
The wind is knocked out of me when I recognize Noah Prince. “Noah?” I ask stupidly, considering the situation. He’s sitting on a chair, tied up and gagged. At the sound of my voice, he looks up, eyes scrunched in a nasty glare, and he shifts in his restraints, mumbling something unintelligible. Behind him, against the wall, is a projection of my video—put on pause since it has reached the end, illuminating the walls with a greenish shimmer. This video may have dominated my feelings over the last year, but right now it’s like that was taken ages ago. A different life.
Pining versus experiencing the full ride that’s called Austin Carrington.
“You never did show it to my brother,” I mumble, my eyes darting from the wall back to Noah. “No. I would never have. But it’s what connected us in the first place, then later what made you come out fighting.” Austin’s fingers caress the sensitive spot below my chin, making my skin shiver. When our eyes meet, I recognize the dangerous twinkle in his. He’s visibly enjoying this little show he’s set up for me.
Then his hands leave my heated skin and I watch how he glances across the room.
“Noah, Noah, Noah, you’ve been a very bad boy,” My love teases, his eyes still on the guy who bullied me further into the corner during college. He keeps a hold of my hand, then surprises me as he pops the button off my pants.
“It wasn’t enough for you to humiliate Connor in class, was it?” He rolls down the zipper of my pants and uses both hands to yank them over my thighs. I let out an embarrassed huff as he exposes me. “You knew that Connor was interested in me, didn’t you?” His index finger plays with the tip of my cock while he keeps his gaze fixed on Noah, who’s sitting there, still mumbling as he shakes his head. I hiss at the sensation, my eyes widening as Austin gracefully falls down on his knees between my thighs. We both watch how its status goes from limp to hard in less than a few seconds. He gives me one of his arrogant smirks, then slowly opens his mouth.
I let out a whimper, alarmed. “You’re not,fucckk—” I moan and let my head fall back as he wraps his lips around my crown. He slowly slides down, humming on the way, until his mouth hits the base of my rigid flesh. “Oh fuck,” I pant. He takes his time licking and sucking my shaft, and I can only hang on, taking every sweet lick that brings me closer to my high. When he pulls off, he grins up at me, and I yelp when he pulls me onto his lap like I’m some massive, rag doll, with my arms still chained behind my back. It’s hot as hell. My legs straddle his toned thighs, my naked ass up for the world to see as he grinds his still-clothed, thick cock against it. I let out a whimper and bury my face in the crook of his neck. Out of excitement, for sure, but there might be some embarrassment involved here too. One of his hands comes up and strokes my hair, the other one caresses my back. Then he speaks again. “So when you saw Connor in the bleachers jerking off, you took a video of it for your own, perverted collection. Am I right? You were hoping that I’d beat him up, weren’t you?”
I watch him suck at his fingers before they disappear from view, and then let out a soft groan when I feel them probing slowly around my crack. “Shh,” he soothes. “Just relax, sweetling.” Leaning into his words, I push back at the same time as he tentatively breaches the tight muscle with a finger, and a more familiar burning sensation fills my hole when he starts to move it, making me pant. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good, giving Noah the most divine view of your ass” he purrs. His finger reaches further and my head lolls against his collarbone, reveling in that masculine scent while he continues his blissful touching.
“Will, why don’t you take that gag out of his mouth? Let the poor boy speak.”
Will? How on earth is it possible that I completely missed the presence of a fourth person? I tense up, but then Austin’s finger hits my prostate and I let out a muffled cry against his shoulder. He inserts a second finger that dives in for the prize immediately, teasing and opening my hole gently.
“It was supposed to be a joke, man,” I recognize Noah’s voice now, though rough from dryness.
“A joke? Was this funny to you, sweetling?” He hits my prostate again and it takes everything in me to reply with a “No.” And then an embarrassing, “Oh,God.”
His chuckles in my ear and whispers, “Shh, baby, nearly there. I’ll soon let you ride me.” His fingers continue relentlessly, going for the spot, making me grind back on them, searching for more. More friction, more pleasure, more pain.
“Yeah, a joke. I had a crush on you for a long time. I thought, I thought—” Noah’s voice falters briefly, but then he continues “That you might like me too. I didn’t think you’d be intohim. He might be a good fuck, but he wasn’t cool, man. He wasn’t—”
Our chair gives a high-pitched scrape as Austin lifts us both up. With a smooth movement, he slides down his sweatpants and I let out a guttural groan when my eyes look down to find his thick, leaking cock. Yes, fucking yes. I need him in me, need him to fill me up, to make me full.
“Not cool, yeah?” He sits us back on the chair and frees his fingers from my hole, only to replace it with the spongy head of his cock as it now gently makes its way through my narrow channel. I groan, trying to muffle the sounds, but he grabs me by my hair and turns my face around. Austin’s pupils are dilated, his gaze dark with lust. Then he looks across the room. “D’you see that, Noah? This beautiful, sexy man. Thisman.” He grabs me by my waist and starts pumping into me. His movements radiate strength and I feel the muscles in his legs flex with every pump. My lips are parted and my incoherent babble of words is a mixture of moans and gasps.
“Myman,” Austin declares and then he wraps a hand around my cock. This time I’m sure it’s a moan that spills past my lips, dirty and long. My body bounces on his legs fast, furious, and hot, while his thick length is buried deep into my hole. So damn full.
“God, I’m close,” I mumble.
“Me too, sweetling. Me too. Will!! Take this fucker away from us, will ya? Take him out, fuck him, beat him up, whatever. I want some privacy with my love. But thanks for that video, Noah. It was the horniest introduction you could have given us.” And then his attention is back on me. One hand is wrapped around my neck, the other hand searches for mine. Our wrists connect—the matching tattoo we got, touching each other. It’s one of my designs. A combination of the circle Austin wears on his other hand, the one with the three V’s, and The Business.
A joint venture.
“You’re so beautiful,” I pant. And then I explode against his chest. My ass clenches and I hear him grunt in my ear as he fills me with his cum. We’re both sweating, panting, and in seventh heaven. And stay like this, in this old, humid, now empty tower, for what feels like an eternity.
The rest of that day passed in a bit of a haze. I remember that we finally managed to walk down, get a ride back home, and stayed indoors the entire day. That we spent that evening sharing a bottle of wine on our roof terrace, and sharing ideas about our future. Then we made love again and again.
And we intended to make it last.
