Page 51 of Cocky Bastard

“I think Henry had a lot to do with it,” I said, my voice muffled by the fact my face was pressed into Austin’s shoulder. “From the sound of it, he’s been engaged in some sort of one-man campaign to keep me.”

Austin chuckled. “Having met him, that sounds like something he’d do.” He kissed the side of my head. “But even so, we both know that if the studio wanted to, they’d have hired someone else or recast the entire thing. You’re a catch, sweetheart, and they knew it. They just needed to realise it.”

“I’m glad they did.” I wasn’t completely convinced that Austin was right but I wasn’t going to argue with him. It wasn’t worth spoiling the moment by being self-deprecating.

“Did they say anything about us?” Austin asked quietly.

“No.” I shook my head, rubbing my nose against his shoulder. “Nothing.”

“So does that mean…”

“Yeah, I can be out and we can be as open about our relationship as we want. I don’t have to choose. I can have everything.” I smiled and hugged him tighter as a single tear trickled down my nose. “I get to haveboth.”

“As you should,” he said. “You deserve the world.”

I tilted my head back to look at him. “I don’t need the world. As long as I’ve got you, I’ll always have everything I need.”

He grinned. “I am pretty spectacular.”

“Yes, you are.”

“And so are you,” he said, kissing me softly. “I love you so much, Kanan. And I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“Yeah?” I asked, grinning at him.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” He kissed me again and slid one hand up the back of my neck and into my hair. “Let me show you.”

I groaned and melted against him. “Yes. Take me to bed.”

“Oh, kitten, we don’t need to go that far.”

He kissed me harder, nipping my lip and claiming my mouth with his tongue as he pushed me up against the table. It was solidly built, made of reclaimed timber and metal, and it didn’t move as Austin put his hands on my waist and lifted me up until I was sitting on it. My laptop was still on there, but Austin slammed it shut and put it onto the chair before he turned his attention back to me and started trailing kisses down my neck.

I moaned and tipped my head to the side, exposing the sensitive skin. His fingers reached for the waistband of the shorts I’d stolen out of his drawer that morning and I lifted my ass up so he could tug them down, freeing my semi-hard cock. The table was cold under my butt, but I was too focused onthe heat of Austin’s fingers as they wrapped around my shaft, teasing me to full hardness.

Gasps and pleading words ripped from my throat as he sucked marks onto my neck, delight bubbling inside me from knowing I’d see those marks in the mirror and remember this moment.

It almost made me laugh thinking about how much my attitude had changed over the last few months—from never wanting to admit that I loved hooking up with Austin to wanting everyone to know we were together and how much I loved being his.

Austin undid his jeans with one hand and pulled out his erection, stepping right between my spread thighs and spitting in his hand before wrapping his wet palm around both of us.

I groaned at the heat and tightness of his grip as he began to jerk us together, the pressure building inside me as pleasure set my whole body aflame. Austin really knew what to do with his hands and I loved the feeling of him wrapped around me, sending me higher and higher with every stroke.

“That’s it, kitten,” Austin murmured as he nipped my skin. His voice was deep and rich, rumbling through and making me shudder with delight. “Good boy, so fucking responsive for me. So pretty.” He nipped my skin again. “So proud of you, baby. You’re amazing and everyone can see that now. But only I get to see you like this, my pretty, perfect slut. Mmm, so good for me. Love you so much.”

“Love you too,” I said, groaning as he ran his thumb over the head of our cocks, smearing our precum together. “F-Fuck, that’s… Austin, I…”

“I know. Don’t hold back for me, Kanan. Come whenever you’re ready. I want to feel it.”

I gasped, my hands wrapping around his neck and digging into the meat of his shoulders as pleasure overtook me, mycock pulsing in his hand and against his shaft as ribbons of cum coated his skin, dripping down his fingers and onto my thigh. Slick, wet sounds filled my ears as Austin kept jerking us, chasing his own orgasm and dragging mine out until I was a gasping, pleading, begging mess on his table.

I didn’t even know what I was begging for, but I didn’t need to figure it out. I just let the cloud of pleasure sweep me away.

Austin groaned, panting out my name with a rumbling growl as he came, his own release mixing with mine and running down our dicks to pool at my hips and on the table. He put his forehead against my shoulder, his breath hot on my skin. My fingers were still digging into his shoulders and I was pretty sure there’d be red divots left in his skin when I let go.

Exhaling a long, slow, satisfied breath, I leant the side of my head against Austin’s.

“I love you,” I whispered, kissing the hair next to his temple.

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