Chapter 24
Grayson
The taste of him on my tongue is driving me mad. One day we’ll have enough time for me to eat his ass until he comes, and I’ll swallow that down too. I’m feral for him, wanting to rut and stake my claim.
His skin is pink from the flogger, and his sexy groans and moans are music to my ears. As I pause to check in, he snaps, “Green,” and bares his teeth for me to continue. Fuck.
I curse myself for not planning ahead for this. Austin’s blissed out, slumping over the counter, and I don’t want to stop. But I’m afraid he’ll collapse.
He grunts in protest when I pull him up and duck under his arm to lead him to the couch. His eyes are barely open, and he’s barely aware of what’s going on. It’s awkward to lay him down, so I drape him over the back of the couch with his knees on the cushions.
Once I’m out from under his arm, he clutches my wrist.
“More,” he pleads, and I tease him with light brushes of the flogger while I take my clothes off.
My cock is rock hard, and I’m craving skin-to-skin contact, but this is about him, giving him what he needs. My leaking dick finds the back of his thigh and he groans.
He’s not showing any signs of being overwhelmed, and it’s my job to keep him in a positive headspace.
“You’re gorgeous with your head hanging down and ass pushed back, pleading for more attention.”
He flushes in response to my words.
“I want everything,” he whispers.
My heart skids as if I’ve unexpectedly hit the ice. He should have whatever he desires and I’ll spend all my time giving it to him
“I’ll give you what you deserve.” His whimpering response takes me higher than I’ve ever been.
“Your broad back is the perfect canvas for me. I’ll take pictures so you can see how good you are for me.
” Never in a million years would I take photos and risk them getting stolen, but the thought inflames us both.
“Tinny, you love the soft strokes with a bite at the end.” I listen for his sounds to guide me. “Although your back provides the biggest surface, you love it on your ass and balls.”
His sac hangs full and heavy between his wide legs. I have no doubt he’ll come as soon as the strikes stop. Austin’s words become blabbering pleas to never stop and then for me to let him come.
I hold him on a razor’s edge until I’m ready to blow.
“You love being at my mercy, but I swear, you’re going to love having me under your control more.” I’m fighting to keep my orgasm at bay, and his body goes rigid.
“Not yet, my sweet Tinny.” I pull his languid body until he’s on his back and position myself on the outside of his knees. “Come for me,” I murmur, and take his head in my mouth.
He detonates immediately as if all the cum in his body tries to exit at once. He would drown me if I had him deeper in my throat. I swallow and swallow and swallow some more.
One of my hands cups his balls while the other finds his hand, and I thread our fingers together. His release fills me, drowning my insecurities and washing them away.
I deluded myself into thinking I could walk away undamaged. I wouldn’t survive without him. Thankfully, he’s too stubborn to let me go.
I hold him in my mouth until his last tremor passes and I’ve milked him dry. He’s in no condition to reciprocate, and I want to come all over his spent cock.
Austin’s eyes remain closed as I jack myself over him, but he bats my hand away. He grips me solidly, a man used to handling a stick in all sorts of positions and conditions.
I’m ready to tease him, but he barks, “Come!”
My vision goes white, and my brain is pure static as ecstasy rolls through every cell in my body, and I obey him.
My legs can’t bear my weight, and I pitch forward onto his chest, and he circles his arms around me. I listen to his erratic heartbeat as we come back to earth. I’m content to burrow into him and never leave this spot.
“You have to promise me something,” Austin says, clinging to me.
“Anything,” I vow.
His adrenaline is crashing, and I’ll be what he needs.
“You can’t ever leave me because you think it will be better for me. Don’t ever take my choice away.” His blue eyes blaze with clarity.
“We’re in this together. I swear I won’t make a decision about us without you.” I kiss him.
He knew exactly what to say to ensure I couldn’t break us or our trust. It’s a leap of faith for him, and I won’t disrespect him by thinking I know better.
“Let me get you some water and something for your skin.” I stand, but he won’t let go of me. Unshed tears sting my eyes with a hope I haven’t allowed myself.
I know Austin would never purposely hurt me. He has an unnatural sense of obligation to everyone, and that supersedes what he wants. He always puts others before himself.
I worry about Austin’s decision when that time comes.
It’s slightly ironic that he asked me never to leave him. The only way I see this ending is by his choice.
“I can get it myself.”
“It’s your night to be worshipped like a king, and my penance for being a dumbass and making you worry tonight.” The bed is so far away, so we burrow into the couch.
“You being here is enough for me. No penance needed.”
He’s crucial for me, and I’d rather suffer in hell than hurt him.
But it’s hard to convince myself that this is real. I’m living in a fantasy world and can’t help but wonder when it’s all going to come crashing down.
Not tonight.
I shake off my fear, supervise his fluid intake, and apply arnica gel to his ass. He easily pulls me down, and I grab a blanket off the back of the couch before promptly falling asleep with my head on his chest.
Too soon, I wake up with a crick in my neck and my arm asleep under Austin and decide it’s time to cuddle in bed. When I lift my head to rouse him, his huge blue eyes are staring at me.
“Not creepy at all.” I yawn and stretch, causing me to lose my balance and tumble onto the floor.
“At least I’m coordinated.” Austin squats next to me and picks me up.
“If you hurt yourself, the team will murder me,” I complain, but I can’t keep the smile off my face.
“They’ll understand.” He grins and it wakes up the rest of my body.
“Like hell.” I’m unceremoniously dumped on his bed.
“No back problems tonight.”
“Is it still night?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbows so I get a better view of his ass as he enters the bathroom.
Austin returns with a wet washcloth and cleans us both up.
“I should’ve done that before we fell asleep,” I grumble as he tosses the towel aside.
“Not a chance. I wanted you all over me so you’d live in my skin.” His eyes bulge as if he didn’t mean to say that out loud. “Now that’s creepy.” He scrubs a hand over his face.
“It works out well because I happen to be highly attracted to creepy.”
“Liar.” He thumps my chest and knocks me flat on the bed. “Shut up and be the little spoon.” Austin curls himself around me when I roll on my side. “Let’s do brunch in the morning. Late morning.”
“After you have me for breakfast.” I gnaw his forearm.
“Obviously.”
The universe cooperates, and I wake up to Austin sucking me off after one of the best nights of sleep in my life.
The man grins smugly around my dick like he’s won a prize. Newsflash, I’m the winner, especially when he slurps both my balls in his mouth.
“This must be your hidden talent.” I stare down my body, at his powerful form, and am in awe that I’m so lucky. Austin Lapointe loves getting me off.
He’s chosen me for some ridiculous reason. Part of me wants to shout it from the rooftop because I don’t think I can contain my happiness. I’m goddamn giddy.
I’m not an excitable person.
He works me over like a pro, and I shoot down his throat like an amateur, having used up all my restraint last night.
“Breakfast of champions.” He licks his lips and joins me on my pillow. I swear he stares into my soul before speaking. “Spend the day with me. Just us.”
“Every second together…alone…until afternoon skate,” I promise.
“Damn job.”
“Yup, a serious downer. You get paid a boatload of money to play the sport you love and hang out with your best friends.” I feign irritation. “So tedious.”
But his phone buzzes with the team chat, and I shove aside the otherness that barges in unwanted. It’s his literal job. “Anything important.”
“Nah, same old bullshit.” He pins me under him and gathers my wrists above my head.
“What’s your plan for me?” I suck his biceps, the only thing I can reach.
“I have some ideas,” he says coyly.
“I’m yours to command.” My muscles go limp, but my cock is ready to play again.