Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
SIX MONTHS LATER
DALLAS
I watched my boyfriend continually glance at me while talking to people about his art at an art show. I leaned against a wall and sipped champagne, waiting for him.
A smile curled on my lips when he managed to escape. He snagged a glass of water from a server and sauntered my way.
“Congratulations, Mr. Strauss. Your art show is a success.”
We clinked glass and plastic before he stood next to me, facing the crowd. “Thank you, Mr. Tate. I also appreciate your charitable donation toward Immobile Osculum. I hope it finds a space on your now cluttered walls.”
I laughed and sipped on the bubbly drink, going right up my nose.
I’d invested a substantial amount of money toward Austin’s art, which was quickly filling up my walls. He’d given me the rest, but I’d insisted on paying for some of it. The last thing I wanted was to make him a starving artist.
“Good boy for drinking water.”
He huffed a laugh. “I’d rather have champagne, but I don’t want to risk things with alcohol.” He leaned his head closer. “Is this ‘good boy’ thing new?”
I winked. “It is if you want it to be. So, does this mean you’re ready to get out of here soon? Are we still on for tonight?”
His body shivered, and he nodded, blushing straight to his ears, which was fucking adorable.
“Yes. I think I’m ready.”
“Don’t think. Know.”
“I’m ready.”
“Good.”
After dating for six months, we’d yet to have sex, waiting until Austin was comfortable enough. He came to me last week to tell me he was ready, and I was more than eager.
I wrapped my arm around him to pull him close and nipped at his ear. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Give me thirty minutes to say goodbye.”
“I’ll give you thirty seconds.”
He adorably rolled his eyes as he meandered back to his adoring fans as I stared at his cute ass that I was going to be inside soon.
Not wanting Austin to get cold feet and to show him I was completely on board with having sex with him, as soon as we closed the door to his condo behind us, I jumped him. His back landed against it with a ‘thud’ as I took his lips in mine and thrust my tongue into his mouth.
God, I was so ready for this. I’d been taking PrEP for months now for when he was finally wanting to try sex. Sure, we gave each other hand jobs, and he’d blown me a few times—and what a mouth he had—but I wanted him viscerally. To join our bodies once and for all. To connect with him more profoundly.
“When we’re done, maybe you can create some art of us fucking,” I panted on his mouth.
He snorted a laugh. “Maybe.”
“You can call it ‘The Copulation.’”
Austin threw back his head and laughed as I nibbled his throat, inhaling his forest-green scent. “Sounds cheesy as hell.”
“You love this cheeseball.”
“I really do.”
“I love you, too, baby. Now let’s get naked.”
“Dal?”
“Yes, sweetheart.” I continued to nibble at him as my hands climbed underneath his untucked dress shirt, roaming my palms on his chest dusted with hair.
Our heads rested together as his hands rubbed up and down my arms. “I’m… scared. It’s been so long.”
“We don’t have to, baby. It can wait until you’re one hundred percent.”
“But I want to. It’s just… I kind of forgot what it was like. What if I do a shitty job?”
“That’s impossible.”
“I know it’s irrational. I understand you're protected, and I’ve got a negative viral load, but I’m still terrified you’ll get it.”
“We can use condoms for our first time if you want, but there’s no way I’ll get it, sweetheart. I love how you’re looking out for me. I love how protective you are. You decide how you want this to go down.”
“Thank you for being so patient with me.”
“If you never wanted sex, I would still love you. We can continue as we’ve been doing it.”
His body shuddered with my words. “God, I love you, too. Let’s do it.”
I looked at him squarely in his pretty milk chocolate eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he said more firmly.
I snagged his hand and yanked him to his bedroom, where we quickly undressed each other. I shoved him onto the bed before I jumped on him and smothered him in another kiss. Our hands were everywhere, caressing goose-pimply skin.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I growled. “Then next time, if you feel up for it, you can be inside me.”
“I’d like that.”
My cock was leaking and straining for friction and release. I’d never been so turned on in my life. Austin looked so sexy naked, his neatly combed-back hair already a wreck.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby. Now, on your stomach. Let’s get you prepped.”
Austin rolled over and lifted his stunning pert ass in the air. His hole opened and closed, as eager as I was.
“Fuck, has anyone told you how beautiful your ass is?”
He chuckled into his pillow. “You may have mentioned it once or twice… a day.”
“Well, because it’s perfect.”
“You’re biased.”
I bent over and bit his right ass cheek, making him yelp. “Behave, or I’ll bite the other one.”
“Yessir…”
I sat up wide-eyed and gasped. Holy hell! Where had that come from, and why did I like it so much?
“Say that again.”
“Yes…sir?”
“Fuuuck… I like that.”
Austin wiggled his butt playfully, and I gave it a little pat, pleased he was feeling good enough to do so.
I snagged the lube and condom waiting for us on the bedside table, opened the condom wrapper, and rolled it on to be ready. We didn’t need it, but I knew he’d feel better with me wearing one.
After flicking open the lube bottle, I poured a generous amount into my hand, spreading it around my fingers and over his begging hole.
“Ready for me?” I’d keep prodding him every step of the way.
“Yes,” he breathed.
My cock ached that we were finally doing this. I’d been dying to be inside him, but never complaining. This was his show, and his consenting to sex was everything.
I breached my oiled index finger inside him. Austin froze for a second but let me in. “Are you okay?”
“I forgot how much I liked anal play.”
That tugged a smile from me. “Then, we’ll have more play. Next time, I’ll use my tongue.”
Now I worked two fingers, stretching him, pressing on his prostate, pulling out groans and moans, and maybe a few whimpers here and there.
“God, your ass is sexy as hell. Ready for a third finger?”
“I’m ready for your dick.”
I snorted a laugh. “Soon, baby. You need more stretching.”
After a few more minutes and lots of begging from Austin, I pulled out my fingers and flipped him onto his back because once I was in him, I wanted to see him wrecked when he came. There was no way in hell I was going to miss that. Not for our first time.