Page 44 of Hooked On Him
I thrust forward, body stiffening as I moan long and loud. My nails dig into Austin’s back as my orgasm crashes into me, and I cum so damn hard that I send long drops of cum shooting out, making a mess between us.
Austin curses, and a moment later, he’s following me over the edge, his cock twitching against mine, cum spilling out over his hand and all over my abs.
Feeling his cum against my body sends a shiver down my spine. For a moment, I wonder what it would feel like to walk around with his cum in my ass all day.
That thought has me whimpering, more cum spilling from my tip and mixing with his.
“Fucking hell, Levi,” he groans, burying his face into my neck. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
My body slumps against the cold tile wall, bones aching, body trembling as I come down from one of the best orgasms of my life.
We stand there, in one another's embrace, for a long moment. He lets go of our softening cocks and pulls me flush against his body, our cum squished between us. We’re a mess and I fucking love it.
A warm, happy feeling washes over me the longer we stand under the warm spray of the water, naked, holding one another. Austin presses soft kisses to my neck, bringing tears to my eyes.
This is everything I’ve ever wanted. I feel seen. Appreciated. Sexy. Needed.
All with a man who isn’t actually mine, but I wish more than anything he was.
This should make me end things before my heart gets broken. But this is Austin Cade we’re talking about. I know I’m not going to go anywhere. If anything, I plan on spending more time with this man.
It’s safe to say I’m stupid, but I’m hooked on him.
After we break apart, we realize just how much of a mess we really made. Austin laughs and offers to clean me up. The way he takes care of me hurts in the best way.
When we’re done, Austin gets out and hands me a towel. I wrap it around my waist, then pause when I see my clothes in a wet heap in the corner of the shower.
“Uh.” I rub the back of my neck. “We have a problem.”
“What’s wrong?” Austin asks, slipping a pair of boxers on.
“I don’t have a change of clothes.”
He looks at my clothes on the ground and laughs. “Shit.” He reaches into his bag and pulls out a few things. “Here, you can borrow these.” He hands me a pair of sweatpants and a white T-shirt. “Sorry, I don’t have any extra boxers. You can wear these if you want.” He points to the ones he just put on. God, he’s so damn cute and sweet, and ugh, my heart can’t take it!
“No. You keep them.” I laugh nervously, taking the clothes. “I’ll be okay. Thanks for these.”
“I don’t know,” Austin says as I slip on the grey sweats. “Seeing you in those, with no boxers, giving me a nice outline of your perfect cock, I don't think I’ll be able to keep my hands off you all night.” He gives me a smug grin.
“I don’t mind.” The words are out of my mouth before I can even think.
“You naughty boy,” Austin chuckles, leaning in to give me a quick kiss. “I love it.”
Once we’re both dressed and I have my wet clothes in a plastic bag, which Austin had in his locker, we get ready to leave for the bar.
“Shit,” I curse, grabbing my wet sneakers off the floor. “I really don’t want to walk around in these all night,” I groan.
“Wait here.” He rushes over to his locker and comes back with a pair of slides. “Here. Won’t keep your feet the driest, but it’s better than wet sneakers.
I blink at him as he holds out the pair of Nike slides. Is this man for real?
“What?” His brows furrow. “If you don’t want to wear them, I can swing by your place and you can grab a new pair.”
“No. These are perfect.” My throat feels thick as I take the slides from him. “Thank you,” I whisper.
I don’t know how to feel. I’ve never had someone take care of me like this. I like it. No. I love it. So much. Too much. I’mseconds away from crying like a baby, so I look down and slip the shoes on, giving myself a moment.
“Ready to go?” Austin asks.
