Love Me Again (Stonewall Investigations Blue Creek 1)

Austin rolled back on his hands and knees and crawled to me, a devilish smirk on his face. The gold in his earring glinted with the sun sitting directly above us. His eyes shone, too, the hazel kaleidoscope casting a spell on me.

The song changed into something slower, and Austin didn’t even blink, adjusting to the new beat as he climbed onto my lap, grinding and holding on to my neck. The feeling of his weight on me was heavenly. I pushed up, wanting more of him, the pressure between my thighs only growing, the flames growing with it. I couldn’t resist reaching up and touching his bare chest, squeezing the solid pecs and rubbing his hard nipples. He had dark curly hair that felt so fucking good under my hands, and I couldn’t stop rubbing him.

Except I wanted more. I brought my hands down to his hips and leaned forward, kissing his chest. His intoxicating scent filled me as I took in a breath with my nose buried in his chest hair. Austin seemed to like it, since he grabbed my head and pressed me in, holding me against his chest as he continued to grind on me. I could feel how hard Austin was, and it only made me even harder, my cock throbbing now.

Austin leaned down and kissed me, grabbing my head in his hands as he did. I let him steer, his taste on my tongue making me a whole other kind of drunk. My world seemed to hone in on one thing and one thing only: getting us naked.

“Stand up,” I said through a ragged breath. Austin did, standing in all his muscular glory, the sun washing over him and making the shadows that highlighted his muscles even more dramatic. He looked like an exquisite painting, a flawless marble sculpture.

He looked fucking perfect.

I reached for his pants and undid the button, pulling the zipper down over his bulge. One tug was all they needed to drop in a puddle of fabric. He wore a pair of pink briefs with a thick white waistband. My eyes went straight to the growing wet spot at the tip of his length, the fabric straining around him as he gave a rogue throb.

“Let me help with this,” I said, rubbing him over his briefs and admiring the heat and feel of him. He grinned as he looked down, opening his stance wider and hooking two thumbs on either side of his briefs. The next second had his briefs joining the puddle of clothes on the floor.

It took everything in me to stop myself from saying, “Holy fuck that’s beautiful.”

Austin’s dick was the reason I was born gay, I just knew it, down in my rainbow-and-eggplant-emoji-filled bones.

His cock was perfect: girthy, lengthy, dripping, uncircumcised, crowned with a patch of trimmed dark hair, along with a pair of balls I immediately wanted to put in my mouth.

Per-fucking-fection.

I rubbed his thighs as I slowly moved in, admiring the twitching of his cock as I got closer, breathing softly on his head, holding his shaft and stroking the soft skin, pulling it back and revealing that sexy dripping head. The heat rolling off him traveled from my palm straight to my core, tightening it, winding it like a broken spring ready to burst. He moaned as I kissed the head of his cock, flicking my tongue over his slit and tasting even more of him.

I looked up and had my breath stolen by the fiery gaze Austin served me. This was vastly different from the day at Austin’s house, when I could almost smell his apprehension to hooking up. Even though we had done it years ago (and I couldn’t remember a fucking second of it), I still thought I needed to back off that night, having just learned about Dean and what he meant to Austin.

There was zero apprehension today, obvious in how Austin rubbed his cock against my lips. He gripped himself by the base and painted my lips with his precome. I licked it all up, grinning as Austin gave my cheeks a slap with his meaty tool.

Electric shocks of pleasure coursed through me. He did it again to the same effect. I pushed in, burying my nose between his legs, inhaling and wanting every single inch of him.

I took him in my mouth. I had to stretch my jaw to fit him, and I couldn’t take all of him either, but what I did stuff in my mouth was more than enough. He let out another moan as I swirled my tongue around him, massaging his balls with my free hand. He pushed forward, trying to fit more of him down my throat.

I accepted the challenge, gagging but working through it, grabbing his thighs and asking for more, pushing him in deeper, his cock playing tag with my tonsils. When I pulled off him for a breath, a string of saliva connected us. I used it as lube, stroking him with both hands, licking his slit and making him shiver again.