Chapter 30 #2
His lips popped as my cock slid out. He stood up, and I pushed him against the table, enjoying his moan as I bent him over the top. I yanked down his briefs and he kicked out of them, his breaths shortening as I knocked his ankles further apart.
He reached for his cock, and I let him start to stroke himself as I put on a condom and uncapped the bottle of lube.
I dropped some into my hands, running it along my cock, and then his hole.
He groaned as I started circling the ring of muscles, using my lubed fingertip to tease him.
Test him. He was tight around me, but he only whimpered, stroking his cock faster as I started to push them inside him.
“God, look at this eager hole,” I whispered. “Look at how you’re taking it. You’re going to love my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he said. His breath caught as he jerked his cock steadily, pushing his ass back. “Matthew, please. Please fuck me. I want you so badly.”
“I know, but you’ll get whatever I give you when I’m ready,” I said.
I worked another finger into him, pumping them slowly. He moaned for me, his back muscles rippling with tension.
“Too much?” I asked.
“No,” he huffed. “No. I want more. I want so much more.”
I smiled as I leaned down, kissing along his spine. His eyes were glazed over with lust, his cheeks pink, his hand still working himself.
“Stop,” I whispered, a gentle command. “Stop touching yourself.”
His eyes squeezed shut as if it pained him to stop, but he still listened to me and removed his hand.
“Good,” I chuckled.
“Matthew, please,” he rasped.
I pulled my fingers free and planted one hand on his lower back, pinning him in place. I nestled my cock head between his ass cheeks, spreading them as I slowly penetrated him. I went slow, giving him time to adjust to the size of me.
“Such an eager hole,” I said. “What are you, Austin?”
“A cock-hungry whore.”
“And what else . . .”
“Um . . .”
I leaned down over him to whisper in his ear. “My boyfriend. My partner. Right?”
“Yes.” He let out a long exhale. “God, yes. I’m yours.”
“Good.”
He turned his head just far enough so I could kiss him right as I rammed my cock all the way inside him. He cried out, his spine arching, but I shoved him back down onto the table. His moans were music to my ears. He pushed his hips back, making sure he’d taken all of me completely.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck. That feels so good. There’s so much.”
“You’re taking it so well,” I murmured.
He sighed in relief as I kissed his shoulder, then leaned back, my spine straightening.
“Stroke your cock while I fuck you,” I said. “But don’t come without my permission.”
“Yes, Sir,” he gasped.
I pulled my cock back to the tip then drove into him again. Pleasure rippled through me as I fucked him, setting a pace that had both of us barreling towards the edge, his hand working his cock so fucking well.
“That’s right,” I huffed. “Take my fucking cock, Austin. You’re taking it just right, aren’t you, my little whore?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
He chanted my name as the table inched across the floor with every thrust of my hips. I let out a breathless laugh, trying to keep it from going too far.
Austin planted his hands on the table, straightening his spine for just a moment.
“Need the bed?” I asked.
“Something cushioned,” he grunted. “Couch.”
I pulled out of him, and both of us were fast. We made it to the living room in a blink, and I was shoving him onto all fours on the couch.
“Keep stroking that cock,” I demanded.
He closed his hand over himself as I put one foot up on the couch next to him, using the angle to fuck him straight into the cushion. His ass was tight around me, squeezing like a fist with every motion.
This was exactly what we’d both needed.
“All this time,” I huffed. “Could have had this for years.”
“I know,” he panted. “Fuck, Matthew. Let me come. Please let me come.”
“No,” I growled. “Not yet.”
He kept cursing and saying my name, his voice growing more and more desperate.
“Please,” he whimpered.
God, it was always the whimpers that got me. I felt the edge of my orgasm and groaned. “Now. Come now.”
We moaned together as he jerked himself, coming hard right as I did. Pleasure blew through me, my body feeling like it was flying, soaring through the euphoria. Hot cum erupted, filling my condom, all while he made a mess.
Fuck. My eyes closed. I savored it. Being with him. My cock being milked by his hole. The sound of our breaths, the thunder of my heart in my chest.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and flipped us over into the couch, my cock still inside him as our bodies fit together on the cushions. He relaxed into me. We were sweaty and panting and damn.
“That was perfect,” I whispered in his ear. “You’re wonderful. You know that right? That was a lot of degradation. Are you okay?”
“Yes,” he chuckled. “More than. That was everything I needed.”
“Me too.” I kissed a trail along his neck. “Thank you. Today was hard, but you made it better.”
“I’m happy I did. Stay tonight? Sleep with me.”
“Okay.” I smiled against him. “If you’re gonna make me.”
He chuckled. “I can’t promise an amazing breakfast, but . . . I promise to order one?”
I snorted. “We’ll do something. I have a later shift tomorrow. And then . . . It’s almost Friday. I’m excited for the house tour. Maybe we can barter tools for sex toys at Nick’s.”
Austin sighed. “I suppose. I don’t know what I have to offer him.”
It took every ounce of control not to snort.
Eventually those two would figure out the sexual tension, right? They’d figure out that they were better off fucking out all that pent-up aggression? Nick was a brat and Austin was an overly sensitive teddy bear. I was so entirely certain they’d harbored a crush for each other for years.
But what did I know?
Well, I knew a lot.
And I knew that I loved being here. For so many years, I’d mourned the loss of someone I loved. But this was my second chance. And not only was it a second chance with one person, but with three.
“Let’s put on a rom-com,” I whispered in his ear.
He cracked a grin. “I thought you’d never ask.”