Page 52 of False Start

Of course, he ignores me. Teasing the hell out of me while he circles my rim with his lubed fingers while taking my cock into the back of his throat. He’s really mastered deep-throatinglately, and I’m a fan. When he pushes one finger inside me, it feels a little strange, but there’s no pain.

The pain comes when he adds a second, but it’s brief and gives way to my desperate need to have all of him. He’s slow and patient with my body, giving me time to adjust, and when he finally deems me ready, he removes his fingers and climbs between my spread legs.

He lubes his cock and then surprises me when he reaches behind himself, obviously playing with his hole, though I don’t have a good view from here. I drag my hand down his chest and wrap it around his cock, stroking him once. “I thought you were going to fuck me.”

His head is tilted back, his eyes closed as he fucks himself on his fingers, his cock thrusting into my hand as he pants and gets lost in his own pleasure. It’s a sight to behold, and if I wasn’t so desperate to have him inside me, I’d gladly sit back and watch the show.

His eyes open, and his head lolls forward to look at me. Both his hands move to my hips as he leans forward and steals into my mouth. He kisses me like he owns me, and I can’t get enough. When he stops kissing me, he remains near my mouth. “I’m definitely going to fuck you, but I thought when I finish, if you hold off, you can come inside me.”

My cock twitches, thinking about being inside his tight hole. “Yes. That. Let’s do that.” I’m a bumbling fool, but no part of me cares.

He chuckles, but finally he’s positioning his lubed cock at my entrance as he grabs more lube and adds it to my cock, stroking me a couple of times until I bat his hand away and pant, “No. No way. I’m not coming until I get inside you, and if you keep doing that, it’ll ruin everything.”

He laughs and kisses me hard again. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Uh-huh.” I don’t even argue, just use my hands to grip his ass and pull him to me, his cock pressing against my hole.

“Just breathe for me and let me in,” he says, confident and strong.

I do as he says and focus on breathing while he eases inside me. Before I know it, he’s fully seated, and I’m stretched wide open for him. It doesn’t hurt. It’s a little uncomfortable, but I’m grateful he took so much time getting me ready.

I grip his firm ass as he strokes into me, taking his time and hitting that spot that makes everything go white.

“Austin. Fuck. Hurry,” I whine because if he does that anymore, I’m going to lose it.

He pushes into me again, my fingers digging into his flesh, and then his head falls back. All the chords in his neck pull tight, and his cock jerks inside me, and I feel the warm heat of his cum splashing my inner walls.

I barely let him come down before he pulls gently out, and I nudge him to all fours and climb behind him. “Do it. Get inside me,” he bosses, and I push into him with one solid stroke, his body opening for me. “Yesssss.”

“God, it’s like you were made for me,” I say as I grip one hip and one of his shoulders, shoving into him over and over, lost in pleasure.

“I was,” he says, pushing back against each thrust.

It doesn’t take long for me to come inside him, and we collapse into a sweaty, sticky pile on top of the sleeping bags.

“Damn.” I can’t help but laugh as he crawls out from under me and lies down next to my side, curled into me where he belongs.

“What’s so funny?”

“We’re idiots.”

He looks even more perplexed now. “What do you mean?”

“We could have been doing that the whole time.”

That makes him chuckle now, and he leans over and kisses my cheek. “I liked just cuddling too.”

I hold him close to me, relishing in all his warm bare skin and kiss his temple. “Yeah. Me too. I’m a total cuddle slut.”

“Oh, I know,” he says teasingly, but it’s fond.

We get cleaned up and then crawl under the sleeping bag, his head on my chest as I run my hand over his back. “Have you thought about telling your parents about us?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I think they’d be totally fine, but I mean...”

“What?” I ask, pushing his hair out of his face. “You’re worried about me?” Because if telling my teammates didn’t prove to him I’m all-in, I’m really not sure what will.

“They’re your parents, Vaughn. Their opinion matters.”

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