Page 47 of A Man To Remember
His hand on my ass, massaging, pulling, patting.
His knees inching up, spreading my legs apart even more, even though he doesn't really have to, my ass lifted now, bouncing up to take him in, meeting him halfway.
And the impossible to miss emptiness the second his finger's gone, and my body moves without my conscious involvement as I find myself being flipped around once again until I'm on my back, legs spread, hands up gripping the headboard behind me.
I want to ask "Why?" but the visual steals my breath.
Austin's kneeling between my thighs, one hand on his cock, jerking it fast and hard. He's breathing through parted lips, panting, his eyes fixed on mine, his finger already making its way back, sliding in with ease until the tip presses against what must be my prostate.
Then, he answers theWhyI didn't voice. "I want to look at you when you come."
It's a command and a spell all rolled into one.
I lose all control over my body. I'm shaking, every single muscle spasming, and the impossible happens. Pleasure washes over me, a violent tsunami, and my cock jerks against my stomach, once, twice, three times in time with the movements of his finger inside me. Cum shoots from my dick that's untouched, and I scream—a plea, a curse, his name—as an unfamiliar, mind-blowing type of orgasm consumes me, breaking me apart, taking me to a place I didn't know existed.
And it lasts.
God, it lasts, forever and then some, and he fingers me all the way through it until I'm spent, until my body can't handle it anymore, until there's no more cum left in my balls.
My vision gets blurry before slowly regaining its focus, letting me know it wasn't all a dream. Because Austin's still there, restrained pleasure still painted on his face, his hand stillworking his cock. I want to touch him, but I can't. My body's not working.
I open my mouth to try and say just that, but before I can, Austin asks in a voice that's on the verge of giving out, "Still want to taste me?"
I try to say—to scream—Yes!but all that comes out is an unintelligible blob of a word.
But Austin gets me.
He gets me, his body already moving, using his knees to inch up and up until his hips hover above my shoulders, his hard cock just inches above my face. And he barely makes it, too—the moment he's in position he lets out a growl, deep and guttural, and lets me taste him.
Strings of cum land on my cheek, on my waiting tongue, inside my waiting mouth.
Freedom.
He does taste like freedom.
And just as I think the day couldn't get any more intense, Austin leans down and licks my face clean before collapsing next to me, on my queen bed that has never seen a person other than myself.
Our heavy breaths fill the quiet room as we come down from the high we just shared, chaotic at first, syncing up more and more with each passing minute until they're one.
Once I regain my voice and at least some control over my body, I say, "So, yeah," then sigh deeply. "Turns out I like that."
My eyes are still closed and I feel Austin's body jerk against mine as he chuckles. "Yeah? Which part?"
I smile to myself. "All of it," I say, although the more honest answer would simply be,You.
By the time I finally open my eyes a few minutes later, Austin's lying on his side, his head propped on his hand.
I turn, so that we're face to face. My sleepless night is taking its toll, my eyelids much heavier than normal. It would be so easy to just close my eyes and let myself drift away. It'd feel good. But what would feel even better would be if Austin's here when I open them. "Stay."
"Stay?" he echoes.
"Stay. For the night."
For multiple nights.
For all of them.
He takes a slow, satisfying breath. "I would, but… I don't want to mess with your schedule."
