Chapter 14 #2
“After the holidays?” I repeated as he paused, my voice sounding rough, like the new year was the sexiest thing I could imagine.
What I couldn’t imagine was what the vibrant young man next to me could possibly see in someone quite literally old enough to be his dad.
One look at how he’d reacted to my tone had all my doubts floating away.
”Maybe …” he shrugged but then lifted himself until he was straddling me, his hands on my shoulders, his face quirked in a vibrant smile.
“Maybe we can find the time to get to know each other. It doesn't have to be complicated. There don’t have to be expectations. We just”—he started to rock his hips, seating himself above me and looking me in the eyes—“get to know each other.
“For instance, I don’t even know what you like.” The rocking was becoming distracting, but his next words brought my whole body to attention. “Should I get myself ready, so I can sit on your dick and ride you just like this?” His moves were pointed as he ground into me on those last three words.
My glasses started to fog up as he continued to move, crushed our laps together, and squeezed his thighs to mine.
“Or do I strip you down and go down on you until your hole is quivering, and you're begging for more? Begging me for this.” He grabbed himself briefly before putting his hand back on my shoulder and pulling us even closer together.
I was too overcome to answer, so I kissed him, pent-up tension finding its way to my lips as they locked with his.
I felt my glasses go askew, and I pulled back, looking him in the eyes once more.
His were blown wide, a dark center encircled by a light-hazel rim, his lashes fanning out over lids heavy with desire.
“I want … Yes. You. I prefer …” His eyes widened, and he sat up straighter, slowing down his gyrations, though he didn’t stop them completely.
It was as if he was truly and genuinely interested in what I was trying to say.
I couldn’t help thinking about my meagre past experience, about how I always tried to suss out what my partner wanted, how David had told me his preference on our first date, and I assured him I was the opposite.
I knew in that moment that I could be honest with Austin. That I could be myself with him. My face relaxed and brightened, and I said it again. “Yes. You. I love it both ways and would love it if we could accomplish both of your very descriptive scenes, but if you have a preference …”
He didn’t even let me finish that sentence.
“I don’t. At all. Either way is great with me too.
I’m guessing I will love it every which way with you.
” He leaned in. “And I didn’t even get to finish describing the scene where I fuck you, because after I reduce you to a quivering mess, I want to drag you over to that little kitchen table and lay you out on it while I fuck you into next week. ”
I leaned my head back and imagined just that as Austin followed me and began kissing my neck, my chest, behind my ear. I was more turned on than I had ever been, and yet somehow I managed to mumble out a little joke.
“Maybe someday we’ll actually make it to the bed.
” He laughed into the crook of my neck, an amazing feeling based both on his reaction and on the fact that his breath was huffing on my kiss-drenched skin.
I didn’t really understand how my body could be so tense and coiled in anticipation and so relaxed and comfortable at the same time.
He brought his face back to mine so we could laugh together before he began kissing me again. Then he did as he had promised. He climbed off me and gently guided me until I was lying on the couch. We worked to take my clothes off, and then he covered me in the blanket.
“It’s bloody cold in here,” he muttered as he draped the blanket over me. I felt silly, lying there naked but covered as he sat facing me, next to my hip. It was a bit cold, but I wondered if he’d done it to make me feel more comfortable, less exposed.
He’d coupled the comforting action with a little teasing, based on his word choice. “It bloody well is,” I countered. “Good thing we collected up all that wood.”
He leaned forward and kissed me, muttering, “All that wood.” His lips began to travel again, and his hand found its way under the blanket.
I tightened my abdominal muscles at his touch, and he splayed his hand on my stomach, kissing up my neck to my ear.
“Relax for me, babe.” He left his hand splayed and gently resting on my stomach as we kissed.
Eventually, he began to move, climbing on top of me and brushing the blanket to the side along the way.
He stopped and yanked it out from between us, draping it on the back of the couch.
“We’re gonna need this,” he said as he kissed his way down the center of my body, slowly pecking individual kisses onto my skin, like he was hunting for a prize.
In truth, I found a prize with each brush of his lips against me, each one lighting me up.
I tipped my head back, closed my eyes, and focused on the sensation of his touch.
He continued to travel down my body, my cock stiffening in anticipation, but when Austin reached the thick patch of hair just below my belly button, he veered to one side, licking a path down the crease in my hip.
He was close to the base of my dick again, licking through the tight curls that protected it.
True to his word, his hand gently spread my legs apart, and he tucked himself between them, picking a sensitive patch on my inner thigh and sucking, licking, kissing, and teasing it until I could tell he’d left a mark.
He sat up for a beat, taking in his handwork before starting at that spot and kissing his way to my balls, taking one, then the other in his mouth. They were tight and tense already.
I’d never had someone focus so much attention on me.
All I could do was lie there and watch him, occasionally running my fingers through his hair.
Wondering if he was truly enjoying himself.
As if he’d read my mind, he looked up at me through those heavy lids and smiled before licking all around the base of my cock.
He lifted himself off me entirely then, and I may have grunted at the loss. My cock stood straight up and leaking.
He stood and leaned down to kiss my lips, his mouth musky and tasting of sex even though he’d avoided my cock almost entirely.
I thought he meant for me to follow him, so I lifted up into our kiss, but his hand found my stomach again, splaying there before moving to my chest, where he gently encouraged me to lie back down.
His lips followed me all the way, but once my head was settled on the armrest once more, he walked to the other end of the couch, gently moving my leg until my foot was flat on the floor.
Then he positioned himself on the floor, kneeling and watching me from between my legs.
“Randall.” He sighed, kissing my balls again, as I moaned at the sensation, before lightly allowing just the tip of his tongue to dance further down, tickling and teasing until it had found my furl.
He pulled off to say my name again. “Randall.” Then that tickling tip began to circle my hole, my head arching back at the slightest of touches, my cock leaking.
It had been years since anyone had rimmed me. David had given it up as something he didn't like, which I respected, of course. I stiffened at the thought that Austin might not want to do it either.
“Stay relaxed for me, babe.”
“You don’t have to. I can get myself ready.”
“Does it make you uncomfortable? Do you want me to stop?” He was smiling at me from between my legs.
I could only be honest, and it was such a wonderful feeling to know that it would be okay. “I most certainly do not. But I know not everyone enjoys … giving. You don’t have to.”
“Randall. What am I going to do with you?” He leaned back and grabbed his own cock though his sweatpants. “Do I look like I’m not enjoying this?”
“You do not.”
“Can I get back to it, then?”
“Yes, please.” Before long, his teasing feather kisses became insistent thrusts of his tongue. Then the space between my legs was shared with a fluttering finger and the kisses, nips, and juts of Austin’s mouth.
He’d dropped his dick when he’d gone back to it, but I could feel him tugging at it again as he continued to open my hole.
He sat back, watching me flutter. “Need you,” he said before standing to pull his pants off.
HIs cock stood straight out, and I opened my legs wide.
There was no lube, but I was desperate. Desperate for the cock in front of me, so ready, so frantic for this man to take me, aching to hear his sounds and to feel him crash into me over and over. Desperate for my own release.
He caressed my knee, and I twitched, ticklish in my hypersensitive state. He put a hand back on my leg, and he shook his head “no,” and I worried I had misinterpreted something.
“Not here. Not yet.” His hand left my knee, and he reached out toward me. I grasped his hand and allowed him to guide me up, following him around the couch. He scooped up the blanket when we reached the back side.
He dropped my hand then and made it to the table first, laying the blanket out and moving the chairs out of the way.
He kissed me then, grasping both of our cocks with one hand, making it so our kiss was really just both of us hissing into each other’s mouths.
He loosened his grip and stopped his movement but kept us joined in his hot hand.
“Lie down, babe, and do not move. I’ll be right back.” He removed my glasses and placed them on the kitchen counter, within my reach.