Chapter 25 #2
Something about the phrase hits me hard. Not in a bad way, though. I’m used to being told I’m lucky to have—my car, my house, my phone, Damien…
This isn’t that. This is someone being thankful to have me. Someone saying I’m the luck. And not just anyone; it’s Austin.
“I’m pretty lucky too,” I say with a smile, meaning the words for the first time in a very long time. “I’m so glad I have you.”
He grins, leaning in for another kiss. This one is just as sweet as the last, but somehow loaded with something I’m not sure I can name. It feels… deeper somehow. More emotional. And the sweet tinge of it combined with his words has my heart galloping.
“Can we have sex again?” I ask without really planning to but still meaning it with my whole heart.
Austin’s fingers tighten. Then he gives me another quick peck and pulls back, leaning against the couch. “Are you sure?”
I take a deep breath because, yeah, I’m sure, but at the same time, I’m not sure how ready I am. “Yeah, but I don’t want to have penetrative sex.”
Austin studies me for a second, then he smiles, and oh holy shit, what a smile. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
My heart stutters. “What?”
Warm hands cup my face as Austin pulls me closer to him and plants another kiss on my lips.
“I’m so proud of you for realizing your boundaries and laying them out.
What do you want, baby? Want me to get you in bed and make you feel good?
” He drags his nose along my jaw, then down the side of my throat.
I moan, arching toward him. I love when he touches me like this. Like I’m special. Like it means something to him. “I want you to feel good too,” I whisper, tilting my head back when his lips find the hollow of my throat.
He hums. “I will feel good. Anything with you feels good.”
My heart stutters. “Okay.”
Austin presses firm kisses along my throat, working his way up to my mouth. When his lips land on mine, I take full advantage, moving closer and plastering my body to his.
I forgot what safe could feel like, forgot how amazing just enjoying the warmth of someone’s body could be.
Austin’s low groan vibrates through his chest, and my cock swells, pressing against his stomach through my sweats and his shirt. It’s like something overtakes me because when his hips jerk up and his dick rubs against my ass, what I feel isn’t fear; not even close.
A moan breaks free of my chest while I rotate my hips in small circles, rubbing my ass over his dick and my cock against his stomach. It feels so damn good that it’s overwhelming, and I can’t stop. Don’t even want to.
I whimper, cock pulsing, when I slip my tongue past Austin’s parted lips and he sucks on it. I feel each pull of it on my dick, and I can’t help the whiny sounds that are spilling out of me.
Surely if I had Austin and nothing else forever, I’d be happy. Just him and me, kissing and rutting against each other like this. With me writing stories and him coming home to a dinner I made that he feels lucky to have.
A home where I’m not hurt but worshipped and adored. Surely, that’s possible. It has to be.
Austin releases his suction on my tongue and breaks the kiss. I draw in a sharp breath, then press my forehead to his. “Do you think it’ll always be like this? Do you think you’ll always be this nice to me?” I ask, panting against his parted lips.
His breathy moan is the only answer I get, and I almost regret asking when he slides his hands up my sides and tangles his fingers in my hair. “Yes and yes, baby. You deserve to be worshipped and appreciated and fucking loved, and I want to be the man who gives you that.”
Turns out it’s not just his mouth that’s connected to my cock. It’s also his words and the soft way he says them. They sink inside me, filling in some of the holes Damien left, and rewriting the narrative.
I keep rocking my hips, and Austin’s start moving too. We’re in perfect synchrony. And even when I speed up, my release getting closer and closer to sweeping me away, Austin doesn’t falter. He keeps up without a problem, each shift and thrust of his hips a perfect complement to mine.
“God, this feels so good,” I whimper before capturing Austin’s lips in a kiss. The closer I get, the more I start to unravel. My body starts trembling, my hips losing their rhythm as the perfect friction nearly blinds me with pleasure.
Austin’s moans get louder, his breathing more labored. Our lips lose their perfect cadence as our kiss becomes more gasping sounds than kissing. It’s not a bad thing. It’s fucking heavenly.
“Should I stop?” I ask, my cock throbbing so hard I’m surprised I haven’t come yet.
“Only if you want to.” Austin’s voice is low and wrecked, less soft and more gritty, and it’s so damn sexy that I lose control. I grind against him hard, shuddering as my cock pulses and jerks, filling my underwear with sticky cum.
“Ungh, fuck,” I gasp seconds before Austin’s body seizes under mine and a ragged groan rips from his chest. Relief and pride wash over me in equal measure. Relief that he came too this time, and pride that I made it happen.
I’m still tingling and warm from my orgasm when Austin kisses me again. He doesn’t stop, and I don’t stop, and instead of coming down with labored breathing, we find our way back to Earth in slow, sweet kisses.
It’s honestly perfection.
Austin breaks the kiss. Not by pulling away, but by chuckling against my lips. “Jesus, Luc. That was everything.”
I sit back and raise an eyebrow at him. “Dry humping on the couch and ruining our clothes?”
He gives me a rueful grin. “Yes, sir. Shower?”
I can’t help but laugh. Before Austin, I can’t remember the last time sex felt this fun for me. “Let’s go.”
We climb off the couch together, and when we step into the bathroom, Austin turns on the water, letting it start to warm up.
“May I?” he asks, gesturing to my clothes.
I nod, and he smiles, stripping me slowly and tossing my dirty clothes in the hamper before standing and doing the same with his own.
It hits me with blinding clarity that this is the first time I’ve seen him fully naked since we were teenagers. Even the other day during our failed sexual encounter, he wasn’t fully naked. And if he was, I didn’t see him.
Now that I can, I look my fill, starting at his strong arms, defined chest, and muscled six-pack, before letting my eyes trail lower. The deep V of his hips is mind-blowing, and the cum clinging to his neatly trimmed pubes almost has my dick trying to rally.
“Enjoying the view?”
His voice pulls me from my perusal, and I shrug, cheeks burning a little. “Yeah, actually, I was.”
“You can look more in the shower.”
He shoots me a wink and climbs in, closing the shower curtain behind him. I chuckle to myself and step in after him.
The steam has heated the shower up nicely, and when I step under the spray next to Austin, I loop my arm around his waist and plaster myself to him. The heat of his body seeps into mine, and it feels so good. Just being close to him feels good, but having him like this? Perfection.
His arms come around me, holding me tightly. I smile when he presses his lips to the top of my head and lets out a breath. “You okay?”
“I’m so good,” I answer, snuggling deeper into his embrace.
“Good,” he whispers.
After a few minutes of holding me, he tries to release his grip. I don’t really want him to, though, and my lip comes out in a pout. When he notices it, he chuckles. “You’re so damn cute. Let me get you cleaned up, and we can have dinner and cuddle some more, okay?”
I nod begrudgingly. I don’t want to let him go, but it won’t be for long.
For some reason, I’m shocked when Austin grabs my loofah and soaps it up. I watch him in fascination, then hold my hand out to take it when he’s got a nice lather.
He shakes his head, his lips tilted in a grin. “Let me?”
Wow. Is he being serious right now? “Okay,” I whisper, heart fluttering and stomach doing flips.
Austin takes his time cleaning every inch of my body. He lingers in some places, fingers lazily exploring my sides, my throat, and my collarbones. But he’s quick and efficient in others—namely my ass—and even though it feels like a silly thing to be thankful for, I am. I’m so thankful for it.
When he’s done, he helps me wash my hair, his strong fingers massaging my scalp, turning me into more goosebumps and shivers than man.
Pleased groans spill from my lips as I lean into his touch like a cat, and when I catch sight of his face, he looks so damn happy—his brown eyes so bright and his smile so sweet—that it almost stops my heart.
He doesn’t spend nearly as much time on his own body or hair, and when he’s clean and rinsed, he turns off the water, then dries me off.
It’s been so long since anyone’s taken care of me like this, and even though it’s nothing extravagant, it warms a place in my heart that I thought was long gone.
Maybe there is a happily ever after for people like me, after all—and not just that, but me specifically. I’m still not fully sold on the idea, but just maybe.
If I am lucky enough to have a happily ever after for myself, I’d bet everything I own on Austin being the one to give it to me.