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Nothing compared to Austin Bennett.
My toes curled as he slurped up and down my length, tugging at my balls every once in a while. My panties were absolutely soaked, and I didn’t care. Couldn’t care. How could you when you had one of the most talented mouths on the planet doing absolutely filthy things to you?
And the things he’d said? Fuck.
Why hadn’t I ever told him about what I really liked? He was so completely in tune with my needs that maybe there hadn’t ever been anything to be afraid of. Once more I found myself wondering what would have happened had I stopped the transfer and stayed.
But that would have also meant coming out to my family. I wasn’t ready for that. Still wasn’t ready for that. And now I had to pile on more disappointment about ending my engagement with Leah. Then again, it seemed nothing I did ever made my parents happy. Not even the news of my engagement had been exciting.
“Where did you go?” I shook my head as I looked down to see Austin staring up at me. His eyes were wide, blown dark with lust. His lips were swollen from sucking my cock through the lace and, damn, he was so fucking sexy.
Instead of saying anything, I hooked a hand under his chin, lifting him until his mouth met mine. The feel of his lips against mine for the second time that night set my blood on fire. I needed to devour and explore. Taste and tease.
“Fuck, Austin. I missed you.” It was all I could say when we broke apart, the next thing I knew I was on my back on the bed with the man looming over me. It didn’t matter that I was taller—or bigger—he’dalways had a way of getting me anywhere he needed me to be. That just made him even more attractive.
The material of my panties scraped down my legs as Austin removed them from my body. I shivered being so exposed. No one had seen me this way since him, and I took pride in that. I wanted it to stay that way. That no one else would ever see me this way again.
“Are you going to be a good little boy for me? Are you going to spread those pretty legs and show me that pink little pussy and let me have a snack?”
My face was on fire because I’d waited my whole life for someone to talk to me like that. To think that I hadn’t even had to ask. The right person just... knew. Of course they did. This was Austin.
There was no further prodding needed; my legs dropped open, splayed wide so that he could see everything. It only felt mildly humiliating because he was still fully clothed. Something about the imbalance made everything that much better. Like he was fully in charge, and I liked it that way. I wanted him to have his way with me and take all the control. I was putty for him, ready to hand myself over.
When his head dropped between my legs again, it took everything in me not to snap my thighs closed. This was okay. I’d wanted this forever and was finally getting it. My eyes slammed closed as I did my best to soak in the momentfor what it was because there was no telling if this was lasting. It might be another fling. I still had to go back to New York after all of this and deal with the fallout. Austin still lived in California.
Austin hooked his arms under my thighs, lifting me slightly before I felt the first swipe of his tongue over my pucker. The hot, moist muscle swirled as it prodded and lapped at me, causing my eyes to roll back into my head.
“Oh, fuck that’s good.”
Austin hummed against me. “I bet. And look at you. You cleaned up for me. You got this pussy all pretty and ready. You knew what you wanted to happen tonight. I like that.”
And he was diving back in. His tongue pressed inside and my head tossed against the sheets as he slurped and sucked at me, loosening me up for what I really hoped would come. I’d never been properly fucked, and while I wanted so much more than that with him, it was an itch that was in desperate need of scratching.
When he pulled back the next time, he spat at my hole, pressing his thumb against it, shoving it inside. It all felt dirty and perfect. I loved having my body used like that, no one had ever given it to me like I’d really needed.
Go figure, all it took was a pair of black lace panties in my luggage.
Austin worked a finger in, the sting punching the air from my lungs. It had been too long since I’d even fingered myself that I’d need to be loosened up a bit more before I could take him, hell, maybe we wouldn’t even get to fucking tonight. But that meant we’d do this again. I wanted to do this again. Would he want to? Fuck, I really hoped that he did.
“This little pussy is so fucking tight. Feels like a damn vice on my finger. Jesus, little boy, you've been such a good boy, not even been playing with yourself?”
There was no reason to be ashamed anymore, not when he said things like that. “N—no. I haven’t been touched.”
Austin’s eyebrows rose in interest as he pushed his finger in deeper, gently rocking it in and out to open me up more.
“When was the last time you were touched then?”
I gasped as the tip of his finger hit my prostate, making me see stars. “You. You were the last person to touch me.”
All movement stopped, I panicked, thinking that I’d fucked up by admitting that, but that’s not what happened. No, Austin withdrew his finger before he climbed from the bed, stripped his clothes and pulled a bottle of lube from his bedside drawer.
“I don’t know why that gets me so damn hot, but it does. Fuck, little boy.”
The cap of the lube opened, and he poured a large amount in his hand before he slathered it over his cock.
“On your stomach.”
I followed his orders without question. I knew he wasn’t going to fuck me. My body was way too tense for that. There were so many options for what he could have in mind, and I was on board for every single one of them. This was fun and exciting. Tingles raced up my spine as I waited for Austin to make his move.
