Page 60 of Thinking It Over

“Come on. Food on the couch in front of a movie. Then I may show you how impressive I can be as well tonight.”

At his words, my cock perked up. It was rare he topped. While topping was my preference and bottoming was his, a little reversal every now and then was something I was absolutely up for.

“I like this plan,” I said, my eyes wide, and finally, I was feeling more awake.

A couple of hours later,we’d demolished the pizza, had finished watching a new Netflix sci-fi movie, and I was lazily drawing circles on the bare skin of his thigh.

“What did you think?” I asked, nudging my head toward the screen.

His shrug was noncommittal, and I laughed, understanding completely.

“Yep, pretty much what I thought.” Watching crappy TV had its place, but sometimes it drained away what little energy I had left. “Should we have stopped it?”

He sighed, shooting me a smile. “It was watchable. If only for the lead.”

I chuckled, in total agreement. I had no idea who theguy was, as I’d never seen him in anything before, but he was hot and helped my gaze keep gravitating to the screen.

“Have we got plans this weekend?”

The question had a happy smile forming and my heart stuttering over itself. A lot had changed tonight. Well, sort of. I’d been confident he felt the same way about me as I did him, but sharing our feelings had cut through any doubt. It was that added security that changed things a little. I was a fan.

Not sure if I should tell him what was on my mind, I hesitated. Enough that it caught his attention.

Austin shifted a little next to me so he could look at me fully without me having to crane my neck to see him. “What’s on your mind?”

“There are three positions available that I need to apply for.”

Face shuttering, his eyes, though, gave his emotion away. Guilt bled through them.

“Hey,” I said, moving my hand to press more firmly against his thigh. “We’ve already agreed everything will work out, right?”

A huff of breath preceded his words. “I know. Which positions? Are they far?”

I shook my head, wanting to immediately reassure him. “They’re the closest I could find.” There was noneed to add that they weren’t commutable. No other school was in this district. It was one of the banes of small-town living.

He nodded. “Okay. And as much as it pains me, as the last thing I want is for you to leave, please do use me as a reference. Have you asked Lizzie?”

“Yes,” I answered, and she had been awesome. Disappointed that there still wasn’t an opening for me, which did wonders for my ego, she’d said she’d happily provide a professional reference.

“That’s good. I have no doubt, whichever position you go for, you’ll get the job. Have you spoken to your mom?” Sincerity carried his words, but I knew he felt the frustration I did when he said them.

“I have.”

“How did she react?”

“About the same as you,” I said with a chuckle.

“It’s why she’s so incredible.” His gaze softened. Not wanting distance between us, I angled toward him, sliding my mouth over his. There was no way I could ever tire of kissing Austin. Gentle kisses morphed into hot and heavy, and when he tugged me onto his lap, a flurry of heat zipped up me. The words he’d spoken earlier immediately filtered through my body. Having him inside me was all I wanted and needed.

I set to work on tugging off his clothes. There was no protest. Only ragged breaths, fumbling hands in our haste, and the promise of coming so hard I’d feel him for days.

“I need you now, Austin,” I said with a whimper.

He groaned, shifting me so we could tug off our shorts. Naked and hard in front of him, I gasped when he sucked on my neck before angling away. “Let me just….” It was all he said as he took a few steps to first chase a confused-looking Penny out of the room, and then he opened the drawer of the sideboard, where he rummaged around for the lube. As I waited, I palmed myself, long firm strokes as I fixed my gaze on his bobbing cock.

Lube in hand, he made to return to me but almost stumbled when his eyes roamed my body, landing on my hand fisting myself. When he darted out his tongue, I squeezed the root, mouth parting.

His eyes flared when he asked, “You want my mouth on you?” in a voice so low, a fresh shiver shot through me.

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