Chapter 14 #2
I had to laugh. “Sadly, he’s terminally straight. He’ll be glad you like it, though. The seasoning mix is some kind of secret recipe.”
We both made inroads into the food, slowing down halfway through to talk about the ranch.
I watched Austin’s hands and his mouth, and appreciated the way a month of growth let his hair curve against his forehead.
I touched his foot under the table with mine as if by accident.
This, having Austin here at my table like he belonged, filled a void inside me that’d been empty, maybe all my life.
I’d already shared stories with Austin on the phone all month, but he asked for more. How the timothy hay for the horses was holding out and whether that heifer with the cut foot healed up— a score of details I couldn’t believe he remembered.
I said, “Wow, you really listened when I talked, huh?”
“Well, yeah.” Austin popped a last spoonful of creamed corn in his mouth and hummed his approval. “I didn’t just like the sound of your voice.”
“The first of March,” I told him. “You show up here in that old truck and we’ll have you up on Ahwan an hour later.”
His eyes flickered away from me. “If the truck’s still running.”
“If not, I’ll come get you. Anywhere, anytime. You know that, yes?”
He met my gaze for a second, then looked down at his plate. “Sure. This green bean thing is good too. I’m not usually a fan, but I’d eat more of this.”
“There is more.”
“Not now.” Austin picked up his plate and mine, and carried them to the sink. “I have other plans.”
“There’s apple pie,” I noted, although my cock stirred at Austin’s tone.
“Oh, well then, forget the fuck. Let’s eat pie.”
“Afterward.” I pushed to my feet and moved behind him at the sink, mimicking his earlier pose, my hands shoved under the front of his sweatshirt. Austin grunted as I pinched his nipples and pressed my hardening dick against his ass.
He sounded breathless. “Afterward is good too.”
“That’s what I thought. Come on.”
Austin set the washed plates in the drain rack. “Should we refrigerate stuff?”
“Fuck. You’re killing me, but yes.” I went back to the cooler.
We ended up giggling together as we tried to fit all the containers in my small fridge. The frustration wasn’t funny, except we were both rock hard and each time the door wouldn’t shut, we got harder.
Austin groaned, “Ah, hell,” plucked the last few green beans out of the container with his fingers and stuffed the food into his mouth. He tossed the empty Tupperware in the direction of the sink. “Let’s go.”
I grabbed his hand and sucked the garlic and butter off his fingers one by one, then kissed the shine off his lips.
“Right now.” Austin tightened his grip on my hand and hauled me toward the bedroom.
As soon as I shut the door, Austin yanked his loose shirt off and dropped his sweatpants to the floor, kicking them free.
There he stood, naked in the lamplight. Holy hell, he was pretty.
Lean and fine and smooth, golden light catching the curve of his ass, the column of his neck, the full shape of his mouth.
I took a moment just to look, but then he lunged at me, yanking my shirt off. “You, naked, now.”
Desire roared through me. I struggled with my button, my zipper, fighting to get my underwear off with my jeans. I moved toward Austin but he pointed downward. “Socks. Off.”
“Picky, picky.” I toed them past my heels and kicked them aside.
“Good.” He kissed me urgently. “How do you want me?”
“I think you deserve to choose.”
“I choose for you to fuck me however you want. Over the dresser? On the floor?” Pure sin infused his grin.
“On the bed, then.”
Austin sighed. “I’m in love with a man with no imagination.” He froze, eyeing me sideways, his eyes wide as if afraid I might reject the word.
I kept my tone light, as if that word from Austin didn’t have me walking on air. “And I’m in love with a man who’s watched too much porn.”
“Are you?” A smile blossomed on his face.
Trying not to be too intense and scare him off, I continued the joke. “Seems like. This floor is damned hard.”
“The dresser, then? That mirror might be fun.”
I tilted my head. “With a pillow so you don’t get the edge digging into your stomach, maybe.
” I couldn’t deny there was some appeal in the thought of watching his face flush as I fucked into him hard from behind, but we’d both said “love” and I wanted to savor that. “Not tonight. I want to take my time.”
“Yeah, maybe a day I didn’t already spend seven hours on my feet.” Austin stretched out on his back. “Mm, I do like this bed.”
“A good thing, since it’s the only one I’ve got.” A little voice in my head told me I’d buy a new one if Austin wanted different. I shushed that truth away.
He spread his legs and I crawled up the mattress between his thighs. Placing my hands on either side of his shoulders, I draped my body over his. “I want to see your face. Is that okay?”
“Yeah.” His word snagged on a shaking breath.
“Good.” I lifted condoms and lube out of the drawer to have them ready, but spent glorious minute after minute kissing and licking Austin until he writhed under me, pawing aimlessly at my shoulders and calling me names.
Then I shoved his knees to his chest and rimmed him even longer, till he began babbling nonsense words.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Fuck, yeah.”
I grabbed the lube, slicked up, and pushed the tips of two lubed fingers into his spit-softened ass.
Austin froze, a groan shaking his chest.
“Okay?” I asked him.
“Fucking do it.” He grabbed his knees, pulling them higher and wider, a flush mottling his chest and neck.
I went slow anyway, pumping those fingers in and out, inch by gradual inch, until I reached his prostate.
“Fuuuuck!” Austin thrashed his head back and forth on the pillow. “Get in me or you’ll be jerking off on your own.”
The condom slipped between my fingers as I rolled it down, then applied more lube.
Austin held his legs wide, his back arched to offer himself to me.
I slid a pillow under his tailbone, then pressed my cockhead against his hole.
He whined, a high sound without words. The silken hot clutch of his ass around me almost sent me over the edge as I pushed home.
Not yet, not yet. For a month, I’d waited, imagined this, jerked off to the thought of being inside him. I froze, thinking of burying placentas in manure, until I wasn’t on the verge of exploding.
“Come on.” Austin wrapped his legs around my hips. “Move.”
Despite the demand of his calves behind me, urging me on, I started slowly.
Even with the few times we’d done this, I could tell by the pinch of his lips when I pushed too fast, and by the drop of his jaw when I hit the right angle.
I worked myself deep inside him, then settled higher on my knees, pulled halfway out, and thrust hard. Austin gasped and flung his head back.
“Okay?” I murmured.
“Fuck me.”
I did as he commanded, fucking Austin’s tight round ass as fast and as hard as I could.
Molten heat chased through my groin, into my balls and dick, up my spine, down my thighs.
Sweat slid down my nose and my breath rasped.
Wait, wait. My balls wanted to explode, but I needed Austin to come first. I reared back, my hands braced on his thighs, and watched Austin’s eyes widen, his red mouth fall open, his arms shake, as he tightened around me.
I fucked harder, faster. “Jerk yourself.”
“Oh God, oh God, oh fuck!” Austin grabbed his dick and shuddered under me, the muscles in his legs clenched under my fingers. His cock bobbed and shot, arcs of white jetting across his stomach and chest.
I couldn’t hold back a shout as climax hit me.
My body convulsed. The building heat overflowed, shooting out my dick in pulses of cum, flashing through every inch of me, sizzling down my nerves.
I came hard, deep inside Austin— deep inside Austin.
Holy shit. A month of jerking off alone in the dark and waking from dreams hard as a rock had nothing on this reality.
My entire body went into whiteout overload.
When some sense returned, I lay collapsed over Austin, his spunk smooshed between his stomach and my chest, while he gently scratched through my hair. I turned my face enough to kiss his pec. “Wow.”
“Yeah. Thank you for the awesome fuck.”
I couldn’t help laughing, half amusement, half joy. “My pleasure.”
“Also, we’re going to end up stuck together. I’m a mess.”
The feel of cooling jizz wasn’t my favorite thing, but I couldn’t move. I kissed his chest instead, brushing my lips over every bit of skin I could reach. Austin went back to stroking my hair.
“Hey,” he murmured after a warm, quiet minute. “You ever find out what happened to Miguel after you split?”
“What brought that up?” I reached down for the condom and eased out of Austin’s ass, massaging his rim gently to comfort the sting.
“Just me being grateful that I’m here and he’s not.”
I rolled up onto one elbow so I could see his face. “Are you jealous?”
“Maybe? A little.”
Leaning over, I kissed his flushed lips. “Don’t be. He’s also grateful you’re here and he’s not.”
“Huh?”
“After you left, I got to wondering if I’d been too hard on Miguel back then. You made me want to be a better person, and a better person wouldn’t have iced Miguel out the way I did. So I called him.”
“Let me get this straight. The moment I was gone, you turned around and called Miguel?”
I was about to leap to reassure Austin when I spotted a little twinkle in his eyes.
God, I’d hated that month of separation, but this Austin had more confidence than the man I’d hugged goodbye a month ago.
“Brat. It wasn’t like that. I wanted to set my life straight, so I was bringing less baggage with me.
Anyhow, turns out he’s okay, busy training horses.
He has a boyfriend, but they’re in an open relationship. Miguel says it works for him.”
Austin eyed me. “Would you ever want to try something like that?”
“God, no.” I hesitated. “Unless you—”
“Are you kidding?” He pressed a kiss to my mouth. “I’m even jealous of a phone call. More power to them, but I’m a one-man guy.”
“I do worry I’m shortchanging you,” I admitted. “You haven’t been with a lot of men.”
“I wasn’t a virgin.”
“No, but it sounds like you had thirty-second blow jobs with closeted kids.”
Austin patted my cheek sharply. “I lasted more than thirty seconds.”
“Okay, okay. My point stands, though. You may think I’m hot right now, but what if there’s some guy out there—”
“Shush.” Austin caressed my lips with a gentle fingertip. “If I wanted different, I could’ve said yes to one of the men who flirted with me at the store.”
“Men flirted?” I coughed. The way Austin looked? Of course they had. “Forget I asked.”
The smirk on Austin’s face was becoming my favorite thing. “Yeah, a few. Not as many as the women, holy shit, but I could’ve tried out a hook-up if I wanted to. I wasn’t interested.”
“I love you,” I blurted out. I might’ve said it somewhere in there while we fucked, but things were a bit hazy. “I mean…”
Austin grabbed the back of my head, pulled me toward him, and kissed me with tongue, teeth, demanding lips— a passionate intensity that took my breath.
Then he leaned away a few inches, his hand still tangled in my hair, and smiled.
Softer this time, his eyes bright. “I love you too, in case you hadn’t noticed. ”
I ducked my face to the hollow of his neck and breathed in the scent of his skin, tinged with sweat and cum. Whatever happened, that specific smell was always going to arrow deep to my heart in a way no other man’s ever had. “You,” I murmured.
“Huh?”
“Just, you.”
He laid his hand on the back of my head, cradling me against him. “In a minute, we should shower, and have pie, and then come back to bed and you can be the big spoon.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I didn’t lift my head.
Austin kissed my temple. “For now, I’m going to hold you.” He worked his other arm under me and pulled me close. “Okay?”
“Very okay.” I wrapped my thigh across his and slid a hand behind his head.
For long, sweet minutes, as the world spun outside, we lay in that warm space together and held each other.