Page 82 of Love It or List It
He pulled his hair and said something.He didn’t know what—he couldn’t hear himself over the pounding of his own blood.
His second orgasm caught him as off guard as the first.
Neither of them touched his dick, but Joe rolled his hips in several short, hard thrusts that rammed Austin’s prostate, and his muscles tightened and clamped tight around Joe’s dick.His legs flexed and pulled Joe tight to him.Austin’s cock blurted all over his stomach but didn’t go soft.It stayed angry red, bumping his belly, as Joe fucked him through his spine-melting orgasm.
“Fuck, darling.Did you come again?”
Austin whimpered.He’d tightened enough that Joe’s cock felt bigger, thicker inside him, but no less delicious.
“Do you need me to stop?”Joe held himself still, trembling with the effort.
The thought of Joe thrusting was overwhelming, but the thought of him pulling out was unbearable.
“No.”He managed to make his mouth work for words.“I want you to come inside me.”He lifted his spaghetti arms to cup Joe’s flushed face.“Please, sweet thing?”
Joe’s hips were hitching before Austin could brace himself, and soon they were pressed together chest to chest while Joe chased his orgasm.
Austin wrapped his arms around his shoulders and dug his nails into Joe’s back and moaned.
Joe lost his steady rhythm, then pushed in hard and froze, and warmth filled Austin.Joe buried his face in Austin’s neck and his hips hitched and everything was so much wetter, and—God, Joe hadn’t grabbed a condom.His come was in Austin’s ass and leaking out of it.That was so hot.
Joe crumpled, panting against him.Austin stroked his hair and ignored his drooling hard cock pressed between their bellies.
Joe eventually pushed himself up so he hovered over Austin and kissed him, sloppy and sweet.Then he locked their gazes.“You’re still hard.”
“Yeah.”Austin’s voice cracked.His body had never done this before.
Joe kissed him again, then pulled his dick out in a slow, wet slide.
Austin whined.
Joe sat back between his thighs and moaned at what he saw.“Fuck, darling, you’re covered in it.”He swiped up some of the come leaking out and pushed it back in with two fingers.
Austin’s brain short-circuited.“Who—” He whimpered.“Whose fault is that?”
“Mine,” Joe growled.Then, before Austin could say anything else, he shoved his fingers against Austin’s prostate and swallowed his cock.The warm suction and unerring fingers brought Austin to one more brain-melting climax.
He lost control of his mouth and said…somethingwhile his hands clenched in Joe’s hair and his thighs tried to clamp around his ears.
When he came back to himself, Joe was watching him from his vantage point, his cheek pressed to Austin’s thigh and his fingers still in his ass.
Austin flushed red—or would have if he wasn’t already sex flushed.“What?”
“So,” Joe said, “you forgot to mention that your prostate is magical.”
Austin threw one limp arm over his face.“Can you forget to mention something you didn’t know?”
Even with his vision blocked, he could feel Joe’s eyes on him.A moment later Joe lifted his arm away from his face.His expression was unreadable.“Are you telling me,” he said quietly, “that you’ve never bottomed before and you let mefuck you on the kitchen table like an animal?”
“Let?I was there for the decision-making process,” Austin protested, salty.He had a bit more agency than that, thanks.He definitely remembered giving several key directions, all of which Joe had followed to the letter.
But then Joe’s expression went sharp and smug and—“Does that mean no one else ever made you come three times?”
God, he was going to be insufferable, but it was hard to be mad about it.“Nobody else is as good at following instructions as you.”Austin definitely deserved some of the credit.
Joe snorted.“I’ll take it.”He pursed his lips as he considered the tableau of Austin, the table, and three loads of come.“You did make kind of a mess, though.”
NowthatAustin wasn’t taking all the credit for.“I had some help.”
