Page 43 of Hooked On Him
He wraps his hand around my aching shaft, and my eyes roll back, knees threatening to give out on me as he starts to stroke me.
“It’s all yours,” I whine, zips of pleasure going right to my balls with every work of his wrist.
“This is the first time I’ve gotten to see you fully naked,” he groans, leaning back enough for his gaze to eat me up.
I squirm under his attention, cheeks heating with embarrassment.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby,” he growls, squeezing my cock. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
My body flushes at his compliment. I’m nowhere near as built as Austin, but I have some muscle to me. Mostly from lifting beer cases at work.
Austin’s words register in my mind. He’s right. This is the first time we’ve seen each other fully naked.
I take a moment to let my eyes drink him in. Starting at his chest, his pecs, nice and muscled. Down to his abs as water runs over his eight pack. His arms are covered in tattoos, which I already knew because of the short sleeves he wears at practice. But what I wasn’t expecting was to see his pierced nipples.
Without thinking, I reach up and run the tip of my fingers over the barbells. “Fuck,” Austin groans, and my eyes snap up to his.
He stares at me with pure hunger, and a wave of arousal hits me in the gut. Or should I say cock, as it jumps in his hold.
“Y-you’re beautiful too,” I breathe out.
He gives me a smug smile. “Beautiful?”
“Sexy. So fucking sexy it’s not fair.”
He throws his head back and laughs. It’s deep and husky, making my balls tingle.
“And you, my dear sweet boy.” He leans in, thrusting his hips forward. He lets go of my cock and I almost whimper at the loss, but then I feel the heat of his length pressed against mine as he wraps his hand around the both of us. Holy fuck. Holy fucking hell. “You are so damn edible, I want to fucking devour you,” he growls, the last few words before his lips are on mine again.
Austin strokes us together, the feeling unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. This whole moment is something out of a dream. A really hot sex dream I thought would never come true.
But it is, and it’s better than anything I could think up in my head.
Austin sucks and nips at my lips in between kisses until we’re both a panting mess. My legs tremble, my body is buzzing with the need to cum.
I’m so worked up I don’t know if I want to moan or cry. I need to cum, so badly that I feel like I might explode. Having Austin like this is incredible, addicting, something I never want to end.
He wraps his free arm around my waist, pulling me close as he works us over, trapping our cocks between us. I claw at his back, moaning his name as the pleasure becomes too much.
I can’t think. I can’t fucking breathe. All I can do is feel.
Every stroke brings me closer to nirvana. Every squeeze has the fire inside me burning brighter to the point it’s a full-on inferno.
“Look at you,” Austin grunts, pressing his forehead to mine. “A fucking thing of beauty. Watching you get lost in your pleasure. Fuck, Levi, I wanna live to see you like this all the time. At my mercy.”
My eyes flutter open, locking on his. Austin’s hand moves faster, his jaw tensing as he works us over. My lips part, panting against his as our breath mingles together. His eyes, his pretty blue eyes, are blazing with need.
Watching this man come undone for me is an honor.
“Austin,” I whimper. “I’m so close.’
“Cum with me, baby. Spill all over me like the dirty boy you are. You’re doing so good. So fucking good.”
When he sucks my lower lip into his mouth and bites down, I lose it, crying out his name.
“Fucking hell,” Austin snarls, letting go of my lip to look down, his eyes lock on our cocks. “So fucking hot.” He stops moving his hand, grips both of us harder, and starts to thrust into his hand.
His cock glides against mine, adding more delicious friction. It’s too much. I can’t take it anymore. It feels too good.
