Page 26 of A Man To Remember
Then, Austin shifts on top of me, a minuscule movement to make himself more comfortable, accompanied by a shallow sigh, and the moment's gone, replaced by sudden awareness as his fully clothed body presses against me at a new angle and an unmistakably hard cock nests in the nook between my thigh and my groin.
My eyes snap open, and it's only Austin's full body weight pinning me to the couch that stops my body from jerking up.
Because he just gave me one of the most mind-bending, eye-opening sexual experiences of my life, and I'm lying here like a fucking starfish, basking in a selfish afterglow.
My pulse kicks up a few notches as I pat his shoulder blade. "Can you get up?"
He lifts his head from my chest and peers into my eyes. "Why?"
"Just for a moment."
Austin rolls off me with a quiet groan, my eyes immediately falling to his lap where his jeans stretch tight over a very serious situation under his belt. The second I'm free to move, I sit up, trying to somehow internally block the fact that I'm naked while simultaneously resisting the urge to at least put on my underwear.
His expression is puzzled when he looks at me and I'm sure he has some questions. Before he can ask them, my hands find his waist, trembling fingers providing all the answers he might need as I clumsily unbuckle his belt.
"You don't have to—" he starts, brows raised like he's not sure what I'm offering.
"Shut up," I cut him off, the words resembling a bark rather than human speech. I clear my throat and add, calmer this time, "I want to."
And I do.
Desperately.
I want to return the favor, want to see if I can make him fall apart the way he just did to me. But there are some things I'm not ready for. Things that feel like graduate-level coursework when I'm still figuring out the basics.
But I do have my hands. I know how to work a cock.
Well, I know how to work mine, but how different can it be?
It's not until I find myself removing his belt from all its loops for some damn reason that I realize I'm stalling. "Sorry," I mumble as I drop it on the floor where it lands with a dull thud.
His jeans are next, button and zipper yielding under my shaking fingers. Then, I'm stalling again, hands vacating his groin area to lift the hem of his t-shirt. Without a word, he leans forward and lifts his arms, letting me take it off him.
I take my time to take him in, eyes roaming down his chest, then back again. Sizable pecs rise and fall as he breathes, wrapped in skin that's just the perfect level of tight, dusted by soft brown hair; not too bushy and not too sparse—just right. And then there's his stomach, covered by the thinnest layer of fat, making it appear both ripped and soft, cut in half by a thin black trail under his belly button, a trail that runs all the way down until it disappears behind his half-open jeans.
My destination.
I take a deep breath and swallow.
When I finally get his jeans and boxers pushed down his thighs in a single swoop, I have to just stare for a moment.
Words roll off my tongue before I even register them as a thought. "That's… That's the most perfect cock I've ever seen," I say, staring at his thick, veiny dick now lying across his stomach, covering the trail of hair completely, almost as if I'm talking directly to it.
It jerks off his stomach as he chuckles. "And how many have you seen?"
"Shut up."
Two things are for sure. One, Austin's body is a fucking work of art. Two, this will, in fact, be very different. Because what I'm used to is this effortless, mindless glide, motions notsuitable for Austin's body, where there's no foreskin in sight, the plump head and top half of his cock perfectly exposed, and glistening and all but calling my name.
Jesus. I'm in my head.
Just because it's different, doesn't mean it's difficult. And so, despite my nervousness, despite the fact that my muscles barely cooperate, I catch his gaze, looking straight into his eyes as I spit in my palm like I know what the fuck I'm doing.
The way his breath catches in his throat and his eyelids fall to half-mast lets me know I'm doing okay.
I wrap my fingers around him, and the first contact is electric.
His cock is hot as a brand in my palm, silky skin over steel hardness, and when I give him an experimental stroke, Austin's head falls back with a groan that's bound to echo in my skull forever.
