Chapter 9 #2
He wraps his hand around my aching shaft, and my eyes roll back, knees threatening to give out on me as he starts to stroke me.
“It’s all yours,” I whine, zips of pleasure going right to my balls with every work of his wrist.
“This is the first time I’ve gotten to see you fully naked,” he groans, leaning back enough for his gaze to eat me up.
I squirm under his attention, cheeks heating with embarrassment.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby,” he growls, squeezing my cock. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
My body flushes at his compliment. I’m nowhere near as built as Austin, but I have some muscle to me. Mostly from lifting beer cases at work.
Austin’s words register in my mind. He’s right. This is the first time we’ve seen each other fully naked.
I take a moment to let my eyes drink him in.
Starting at his chest, his pecs, nice and muscled.
Down to his abs as water runs over his eight pack.
His arms are covered in tattoos, which I already knew because of the short sleeves he wears at practice.
But what I wasn’t expecting was to see his pierced nipples.
Without thinking, I reach up and run the tip of my fingers over the barbells. “Fuck,” Austin groans, and my eyes snap up to his.
He stares at me with pure hunger, and a wave of arousal hits me in the gut. Or should I say cock, as it jumps in his hold.
“Y-you’re beautiful too,” I breathe out.
He gives me a smug smile. “Beautiful?”
“Sexy. So fucking sexy it’s not fair.”
He throws his head back and laughs. It’s deep and husky, making my balls tingle.
“And you, my dear sweet boy.” He leans in, thrusting his hips forward.
He lets go of my cock and I almost whimper at the loss, but then I feel the heat of his length pressed against mine as he wraps his hand around the both of us.
Holy fuck. Holy fucking hell. “You are so damn edible, I want to fucking devour you,” he growls, the last few words before his lips are on mine again.
Austin strokes us together, the feeling unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. This whole moment is something out of a dream. A really hot sex dream I thought would never come true.
But it is, and it’s better than anything I could think up in my head.
Austin sucks and nips at my lips in between kisses until we’re both a panting mess. My legs tremble, my body is buzzing with the need to cum.
I’m so worked up I don’t know if I want to moan or cry. I need to cum, so badly that I feel like I might explode. Having Austin like this is incredible, addicting, something I never want to end.
He wraps his free arm around my waist, pulling me close as he works us over, trapping our cocks between us. I claw at his back, moaning his name as the pleasure becomes too much.
I can’t think. I can’t fucking breathe. All I can do is feel.
Every stroke brings me closer to nirvana. Every squeeze has the fire inside me burning brighter to the point it’s a full-on inferno.
“Look at you,” Austin grunts, pressing his forehead to mine. “A fucking thing of beauty. Watching you get lost in your pleasure. Fuck, Levi, I wanna live to see you like this all the time. At my mercy.”
My eyes flutter open, locking on his. Austin’s hand moves faster, his jaw tensing as he works us over. My lips part, panting against his as our breath mingles together. His eyes, his pretty blue eyes, are blazing with need.
Watching this man come undone for me is an honor.
“Austin,” I whimper. “I’m so close.’
“Cum with me, baby. Spill all over me like the dirty boy you are. You’re doing so good. So fucking good.”
When he sucks my lower lip into his mouth and bites down, I lose it, crying out his name.
“Fucking hell,” Austin snarls, letting go of my lip to look down, his eyes lock on our cocks. “So fucking hot.” He stops moving his hand, grips both of us harder, and starts to thrust into his hand.
His cock glides against mine, adding more delicious friction. It’s too much. I can’t take it anymore. It feels too good.
I thrust forward, body stiffening as I moan long and loud. My nails dig into Austin’s back as my orgasm crashes into me, and I cum so damn hard that I send long drops of cum shooting out, making a mess between us.
Austin curses, and a moment later, he’s following me over the edge, his cock twitching against mine, cum spilling out over his hand and all over my abs.
Feeling his cum against my body sends a shiver down my spine. For a moment, I wonder what it would feel like to walk around with his cum in my ass all day.
That thought has me whimpering, more cum spilling from my tip and mixing with his.
“Fucking hell, Levi,” he groans, burying his face into my neck. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
My body slumps against the cold tile wall, bones aching, body trembling as I come down from one of the best orgasms of my life.
We stand there, in one another's embrace, for a long moment. He lets go of our softening cocks and pulls me flush against his body, our cum squished between us. We’re a mess and I fucking love it.
A warm, happy feeling washes over me the longer we stand under the warm spray of the water, naked, holding one another. Austin presses soft kisses to my neck, bringing tears to my eyes.
This is everything I’ve ever wanted. I feel seen. Appreciated. Sexy. Needed.
All with a man who isn’t actually mine, but I wish more than anything he was.
This should make me end things before my heart gets broken. But this is Austin Cade we’re talking about. I know I’m not going to go anywhere. If anything, I plan on spending more time with this man.
It’s safe to say I’m stupid, but I’m hooked on him.
After we break apart, we realize just how much of a mess we really made. Austin laughs and offers to clean me up. The way he takes care of me hurts in the best way.
When we’re done, Austin gets out and hands me a towel. I wrap it around my waist, then pause when I see my clothes in a wet heap in the corner of the shower.
“Uh.” I rub the back of my neck. “We have a problem.”
“What’s wrong?” Austin asks, slipping a pair of boxers on.
“I don’t have a change of clothes.”
He looks at my clothes on the ground and laughs.
“Shit.” He reaches into his bag and pulls out a few things.
“Here, you can borrow these.” He hands me a pair of sweatpants and a white T-shirt.
“Sorry, I don’t have any extra boxers. You can wear these if you want.
” He points to the ones he just put on. God, he’s so damn cute and sweet, and ugh, my heart can’t take it!
“No. You keep them.” I laugh nervously, taking the clothes. “I’ll be okay. Thanks for these.”
“I don’t know,” Austin says as I slip on the grey sweats. “Seeing you in those, with no boxers, giving me a nice outline of your perfect cock, I don't think I’ll be able to keep my hands off you all night.” He gives me a smug grin.
“I don’t mind.” The words are out of my mouth before I can even think.
“You naughty boy,” Austin chuckles, leaning in to give me a quick kiss. “I love it.”
Once we’re both dressed and I have my wet clothes in a plastic bag, which Austin had in his locker, we get ready to leave for the bar.
“Shit,” I curse, grabbing my wet sneakers off the floor. “I really don’t want to walk around in these all night,” I groan.
“Wait here.” He rushes over to his locker and comes back with a pair of slides. “Here. Won’t keep your feet the driest, but it’s better than wet sneakers.
I blink at him as he holds out the pair of Nike slides. Is this man for real?
“What?” His brows furrow. “If you don’t want to wear them, I can swing by your place and you can grab a new pair.”
“No. These are perfect.” My throat feels thick as I take the slides from him. “Thank you,” I whisper.
I don’t know how to feel. I’ve never had someone take care of me like this. I like it. No. I love it. So much. Too much. I’m seconds away from crying like a baby, so I look down and slip the shoes on, giving myself a moment.
“Ready to go?” Austin asks.
“Yup.”
I grab my umbrella and my jacket on my way out, thankful that I at least took that off before going back to the showers.
We run to Austin’s car in a fit of laughter. “What about your car?” he asks, shaking out his dark locks now dripping with water.
“I can come back for it tomorrow.” I shrug.
“How about I pick you up in the morning for school?”
“Yeah.” I smile. “Thanks.”
We blast music as we drive to the bar. Every chance I get, I sneak glances, a smile of my own as Austin sings along, off-key for every note. But I don’t mind. He’s cute and carefree, happy. I like this look on him.
When we pull up to O'Connell's, I start to worry. What if my boss gets pissed that I showed up at my work after I told him I’d take an extra shift, then took it back?
“You okay?” Austin asks when he notices me not getting out of the car right away.
“Yup.” I put on a fake smile.
“Everyone should be here by now,” Austin says. “Let’s go.”
I follow him, a nervous wreck as we make our way into my place of work.
“Hey!” Everyone cheers when we’re spotted.
People get up from tables, coming over to Austin and giving him bro hugs, congratulating him as they talk about the win.
Feeling a little out of place, I take a few steps back, getting lost in the crowd of people.
An unsettling feeling creeps in, settling in the pit of my stomach. Not wanting to be in the way, I head over to the bar for a drink, regretting it immediately when I see my boss is behind the bar.
“Levi!” He greets me with a big smile.
Okay. So, he doesn’t hate me? That's good.
“Hi.”
“What are you doing here?” he chuckles. “I thought you were taking the night off?”
“I am. Just here with some friends.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks, looking over my shoulder. “The rugby boys?”
“Ah, yeah. My brother and best friend are on the team. And my... uhh... boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” His eyes light up. “Well, good for you. I’m glad you're taking some time for yourself. You work too hard, Levi.”
“Oh.” I blink at him. “Ah, yeah, I guess you're right.”
“Go on, go be with your friends. I’ll have Betty bring over a few pints for the lot of ya.”
“Really?” I ask, surprised. “You don’t have to do that.”
Eddie waves me off with his dish towel. “Go on with ya. Get.”
Smiling, I shake my head and start towards the table. Everyone is sitting now, and for a moment, I feel like just slipping away into the background, but then Austin looks around the room, his brows furrowed. When he sees me, his face lights up.
“Levi!” He waves me over.
Nervously, I make my way over to him.
“Come here.” He pushes his seat back and grabs me around the waist, pulling me into his lap. He kisses my cheek, and I fucking melt. “Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Levi. Be nice,” Austin warns.
“Yeah. He's my little brother. Fuck with him, and I’ll kick your ass,” Charlie says, sitting at the next table over. He looks drunk. Like, out of it. But he’s smiling like he’s having the best time, so I don’t worry about it and lean into Austin’s touch instead.
“Hey,” Cole pouts. “He’s my best friend.”
I smile, finding them ridiculous but sweet.
“Fuck you. He’s mine now.” Austin places his chin on my shoulder, his hands wrapping around my lower half.
My body shivers as he places a soft kiss on my neck, his fingers sliding under my coat and under the hem of the shirt, his cold fingers brushing against my lower belly.
Being here feels like home. Like being in Austin’s arms is where I’m meant to be.
Maybe this whole friends-with-benefits, fake-dating thing might be a good thing after all.
I’m going to have to take my boss's advice and enjoy more time off.
No, not time off, time with Austin.
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