Page 81 of Love It or List It
Joe pulled back gasping and—Austin peeked down between his legs—looking at Austin’s wet hole.Austin slammed his eyes shut and shuddered.A trembling moan escaped him when Joe placed a teasing, closed-mouth kiss to the twitching muscle.
“Good?”Joe breathed, the word a hot whisper on wet, stubble-burned skin.
Austin let out a shaky laugh, incredulous.As if Joe didn’t know.Austin would be lucky if Linda hadn’t heard him moaning.“Yeah, sweet thing, feels real good, but you’re gonna need to work a little harder if you want me to take your cock.”If they had to abandon the plan to fuck on the table, well, there was always next time.
“I can work harder,” Joe promised the top of Austin’s thigh.
Maybe Austin should’ve phrased that differently.It was the lube situation he was worried about, not Joe’s work ethic.But he didn’t need to; a second later Joe mouthed sloppily at the base of Austin’s cock and a plastic click echoed through the kitchen.
Austin twitched at the sound, felt Joe smile into the crease of his thigh.“Did you… did you have lube in your pocket all day?”At Christmas with your family?
The blunt pressure of a fingertip sliding in the wet mess around his hole.Joe sucked gently at his balls.“Wanted to be prepared.”
“To fuck me as soon as we got in the door?I’m—” Joe pushed the finger inside.Austin breathed through it, let his thighs fall open farther.It felt—strange, but good.“I’m flattered.”
The strangeness evaporated in a spark of pleasure as Joe curled his finger up to press on Austin’s prostate.Precome blurted from his cock as his hips tried to thrust upward, but he didn’t have any leverage; his heels were hanging off the side of the table.
At least until Joe decided Austin’s left thigh was in the way of him getting fingered properly, and propped it up on his own shoulder.
“Okay?”Joe asked, hoarse and breathless, like he was the one with two fingers in his ass and Austin’s mouth between his legs, sucking bites onto his thighs.
“Good,” Austin told him, shamelessly using Joe’s shoulder to lift his hips.Fuck it, he basically asked for this, and Joe’s fingers—he was playing Austin a lot better than he played piano, and he was pretty good at the piano.The world started melting around the edges.Austin scrabbled his nails against the tabletop.He felt like he might fly off it.“One more.”
Joe obeyed immediately, no second-guessing, which Austin appreciated even if the stretch burned.But he couldn’t focus on that when Joe was fucking three fingers into him, not particularly carefully, but controlled enough to hit the right spot every fourth stroke or so, so that Austin’s dick was hard and leaking.He could feel the precome dripping down his cock, over his balls, down to where Joe was fucking in and out of him.
Austin couldn’t have said what did it, if it was the squelching noise, the breadth of Joe’s fingers, or just weeks of anticipation, butsomething—the slack-jawed expression on Joe’s face, the way he was looking at Austin like his own personal Christmas miracle—was the last straw.He leveraged his right foot up too, hooked it around the back of Joe’s neck, nudged him up.“Joe.”He meant to sound demanding; the word emerged plaintive.“Give me your cock.”
He didn’t know what he would’ve done if Joe hadn’t scrambled to pull himself to his feet, to lube his dick with a hand Austin could see plainly, even in the dark, was shaking.Begged, maybe, but he didn’t want to, and Joe didn’t seem to need it.He pulled Austin toward the edge of the table with two hands under his ass, and holy fuck that was Joe’s cock sliding between his asscheeks, nudging against his open hole—
“Fuck,” Joe said brokenly as the tip of him pushed inside.
Fuck, Austin agreed as he arched his back on the table.Pleasure rocketed up and down his spine, and he curled his leg to pull Joe forward.Hishearingwent out, his eyes rolled back in his head, his muscles clenched, and—
Joe’s hips slapped against his ass and the head of his cock ground into Austin’s prostate.
“God,” Austin said—thought he said—he didn’t hear the word as it escaped him, but he shaped it on his lips as his breath caught in his throat and his dick spasmed between them, shooting up his chest.
Above him, Joe stilled, chest heaving, eyes dark and wanting as he ran them up Austin’s body.“Did you just—?”
Austin didn’t have the blood to spare for a flush or the brain space for embarrassment.His body still crackled with electricity.He wanted more.“Don’tstop,” he demanded, light-headed.
Joe swallowed audibly but didn’t argue.He gently rolled his hips, as if testing Austin’s ability to keep going.But Austin hadn’t been lying; the body was as willing as the mind.
As Joe slowly pressed back in, his cock slid over Austin’s prostate once again, sending shivery sparks to the tips of his toes.Austin arched his back.God, it was—
He was a panting, shivery mess.He couldn’t believe….Austin had known in theory that bottoming felt good for people.But he hadn’t anticipated how all-encompassing it would be.The stretch of his hole, the heat, weight, and girth of Joe’s cock inside, pressing against him, each bump against his prostate, the wet slick slide of skin, the sight and feeling of Joe between his thighs.
If Austin had known, maybe he’d have done this before today.
“Yeah, darling, that’s it,” Joe panted.“Fuck, you feel so good.”
Austin tried to say, “so do you,” but Joe thrust back in at a new angle and pushed a long, high moan out of him instead.
Then again, Austin didn’t think it would have been as good with anyone else.Joe hungrily watched him, raking his eyes over Austin and responding to every twitch and sound Austin made, trying to get his thrusts just right to make it good.
“Yeah?Like that?”
“Yes,” Austin managed.“There.So, so good.”He arched his back again and pressed his hips up into Joe’s thrusts.It felt too damned good.He turned his head, pressing his cheek into the table, trying to ground himself, to cool down, but each press of Joe’s cock had his head spinning, his cock jerking and drooling.
