Chapter 18
Jeremy
This wasn’t where I saw things heading when I bought the hat. Then again, that was well before we’d ever crossed that boundary the night before. But god, I wanted this. I wanted to feel Austin’s hands on me because it meant that he appreciated the thought.
Not only that, but I wanted to take things further.
I wasn’t as afraid anymore. The problem was that it was daytime, everyone was awake downstairs and could hear anything that we were doing in the room.
If there was anything I liked being vocal with, it was sex, I didn’t want to hide the way Austin made me feel.
He made my body come alive in ways no one else had managed.
We rolled on the bed until I was able to fight my way out of the hoodie while Austin got out of his shirt.
I craved the feel of his skin against mine.
We panted into each other’s mouths desperate as if the air we expelled was enough to give each other life.
My hands explored his body feeling like the last time we’d touch because I didn’t know if this would happen again.
Everything we were doing was a risk.
“Austin,” I whined as my hands shoved his pants down.
He got my message loud and clear.
“What do you need, little boy? You want my mouth, my cock, or my hands?”
My face incinerated at his question because he was so honest and direct.
“Whatever you’re willing to give me.”
He chuckled at my response. “No, no, that’s not an acceptable answer. You want something, you need to know how to ask for it. If you can’t, I can get up right now and walk away.”
I groaned because that was the last thing that I wanted. No, Austin needed to get his ass on top of me and drive me wild. Make me see stars, and I needed to be a damn adult and tell him how I wanted him to do that.
“M—Mouth.” God, why did I have to stumble over my words like that?
It didn’t seem to matter. Austin slid from the bed, and between my splayed thighs, taking my pajama bottoms with him.
I wished I were still wearing the sexy underwear that I’d had on last night.
While it was great in the moment, it wasn’t always practical to sleep in.
Austin didn’t seem to mind as he reached into the opening of my boxer briefs and pulled my cock out.
I hissed at the feel of his warm palm against my skin.
When I threw my head back, he leaned in and sealed his lips around my tip, trailing his tongue along the edge of the head.
Oh, sweet fuck. I loved when a guy paid attention to the head of my dick.
It was like some sort of magic live wire that sent pulses of pleasure through my entire body.
Austin didn’t waste any time. He lowered his mouth around me, running his tongue in a swirling pattern the entire way down my length.
My eyes rolled back as my fingers threaded through his hair.
It was all too good and too damn fast, but this needed to be because of where we were and what was happening.
It added to the thrill, but I’d be damned if I was about to piss off an entire family on Christmas day.
I wouldn’t be the only guilty party this time.
As much as I was involved, Austin was every bit a willing participant in what we were doing.
The feel of his hot mouth combined with his slick tongue had my eyes slamming closed.
I laid back on the bed, soaking in the sensations as they washed over me because I loved getting blown.
The few times I’d had a girl try to do this, it wasn’t the same.
There was something about a man sucking my cock.
It had to have something to do with them knowing what they liked and how to make it feel so fucking good.
The more that Austin dragged his lips along my length, the more my back arched from the bed, and the harder my fingers dug into his scalp.
If he kept it up, I would be on edge in no time.
I knew this was about a thank you for the gift, and he’d more than accomplished that.
He could have said the words, and I would have been satisfied.
There was no need for this, but I wouldn’t ever object.
After years of nothing, this was everything I was craving.
“Fuck. Austin, so damn close.”
He popped off my length for a moment, pumping me in quick, even strokes. “Tell me, little boy. You want to finish in my mouth? What do you need?”
I whimpered, fucking whimpered because only he could do this to me. “Yes. Want you to swallow it all.”
And he did. His mouth was back on me, lips stretched obscenely around my engorged cock as he bobbed his head up and down.
Zaps shot up my spine as my toes curled.
My eyes slammed closed. With a strangled cry I released inside his waiting willing mouth.
The orgasm washed over me in a tidal wave, causing my limbs to go numb as I cried out, completely forgetting that I needed to be quiet.
Austin didn’t let it go unchecked as his hand slammed down over my mouth.
There was no waiting. After he stood above me, letting my spent dick slip from his lips, I pulled him to the mattress and shoved his pants down before I went to work providing him some relief.
Everything about Austin Bennett was impressive.
While he wasn’t overly large, his cock was still perfect.
At least to me anyway. He was cut, with a large vein that traveled down the bottom as the whole thing hooked slightly to the right.
He wasn’t too big or too small. My hand wrapped perfectly around him, it wasn’t awkward to jerk him.
If I had to describe a perfect cock, it was attached to Austin.
The second my lips wrapped around him, his hands sank into my hair and pulled me around him. “That’s it, little boy. You like that. Bet you I taste so fucking good. Probably the best thing you’ve ever tasted, huh?”
God, I loved the way he talked and wished I’d discovered this about him years ago. I’d have stopped that transfer in a heartbeat.
Everything happens for a reason. I was meant to leave and have other experiences before we landed here again.
My jaw ached as I sank lower along his length, sucking as hard as I could to give him the most pleasure possible. Austin hissed, tugging at my hair.
“Easy now, little boy.”
Why did that get to me so much? There was nothing small about me, but when he addressed me as such. God, it was perfect.
My mouth slid up and down Austin’s cock quickly, trails of saliva leaving a mess in his lap.
I wanted fast and filthy—to leave my mark so that he would never forget about me.
When his fingers tightened in my hair, a hot, salty spray coated my tongue, and I did my best to swallow it down as fast as possible.
There was still a bit that slid down my chin, I wiped it with the back of my hand before licking it off and staring up at Austin.
He was on his elbows, watching me through heavy-lidded eyes.
We couldn’t take much longer up in his room or things would be suspicious, but I didn’t really care.
Let Leah and the rest of his family think what they wanted.
I wanted to soak in this moment just a little longer.