CHAPTER 115

CHAPTER 115
“Are you hungry?” I asked Austin between our kisses, feeling the curve of his smile against my lips.

“Yeah. Are you?”

I nodded. “Uhuh.” We both broke the kiss, still catching our breaths. “What do you want to eat?”

“I want to eat pancakes. But let me do it.” He smirked, already getting up before I could even react.

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Okay.” Without hesitation, I followed him, not wanting to be even a step away.

He headed straight to the fridge, pulling out ingredients like he owned the place. I just sat on the chair, leaning back, watching him take over everything without hesitation. He tied an apron around his waist, then started rinsing the eggs, setting out bowls, and lining up everything he thought he needed.

“Are you sure you wanna do it?” I asked, half curious, half amused.

“Yeah. For sure,” he said without even looking at me.

“Have you ever made pancakes before?”

“No, but I watched how Mom makes pancakes,” he replied, confidence radiating from his voice like that was all the qualification he needed.

“Okay, Chief,” I teased.

He glanced at me and smirked, that little spark in his eyes making my chest feel warm.

I watched him move around the kitchen, but honestly, I wasn’t paying attention to the pancake-making process at all. My focus was entirely on him—on the curve of his lips when he concentrated, the way his hair fell over his forehead, the calm confidence in every small motion. Everything about his face was beautiful. I used to only dream about moments like this, and now… here he was, right in front of me. I couldn’t explain how happy I felt. I hoped—no, I wished—we could be like this every day, for a long, long time.

When he was finally done, he turned to me with a proud smile. “Taste it.”

I grinned, stood up, and walked toward him. “Would you feed me?” I asked playfully.

He chuckled, dipped the tip of his index finger into the sweet topping, and held it out toward my mouth. “Here you go. Don’t worry, it’s safe. I promise.”

Smiling, I leaned in and tasted the sweetness right from his finger.

“So, how is it?” he asked.

“Mmm. It’s perfect,” I said with a sly smile, “but… I believe it could be even better.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Better?”

I leaned closer, my lips brushing near his ear. “Much better.”

Before he could respond, I lifted him effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, the sudden motion making him gasp. His legs instinctively shifted to make room for me, and our faces were just inches apart.

“Hey, I thought you were hungry,” he said, a small, nervous smile playing at his lips.

“I am,” I murmured, holding his gaze. “But it’s not the pancakes I’m craving.”

His breath hitched, but he didn’t move away. Instead, his hands found my shoulders, gripping lightly as if deciding whether to pull me closer or push me back.

“You’re impossible,” he murmured, but there was a smile tugging at his lips.

“Maybe,” I said softly, “but you like that about me.”

Then, I kissed him—deep, urgent, and unrestrained, the sweetness from the cream still lingering between us. His lips moved with mine, warm and insistent, before tilting his head to give me access to his jaw and neck. My mouth followed the curve of his skin, brushing and lingering in ways that made him draw in shaky breaths.

While I gave the other side of his neck affection, he dipped his fingers back into the whipped cream. And when I lifted his shirt over, he held me back, and bit his lip as he gave me a little show. Cold cream was generously smeared over each of his nipples. They hardened exponentially at the sudden change of temperature.

"Come eat," he coaxed lovingly. I was more than obliged, I didn't need to be told twice.

My lips followed the trail he’d made, tasting the sweetness on his skin, feeling the way his chest rose and fell beneath my touch. Each time my mouth lingered, his breath caught, and that tiny, unguarded sound was enough to make me want more.

I looked up at him, his head tilted back, eyes half-lidded, and thought—this… this was the moment I’d been craving all along.

Once again, our mouths met—hungry, unrelenting, each kiss stealing the air from my lungs. His long, athletic legs wrapped around me without hesitation, pulling me closer, holding me there as if he didn’t want to let go.

It was clear what he wanted. I could feel it in the way he clung to me, in the subtle shift of his weight against mine. So, I lifted him with ease, his arms looping around my neck as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The bedroom was only a few steps away, but every stride felt like an eternity of anticipation. And in my other hand? The bowl of whipped cream. There was no way I was done with dessert—not when the sweetest part was still waiting for me.

I eased him down onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. My fingers worked over each button and fold of fabric, peeling away the layers until there was nothing left his body.

Austin sank into the pillow, arms wrapped tightly around it, his gaze locking onto mine. There was a sparkle there—mischief and invitation all tangled together, framed by those thick lashes I could never get enough of.

His posture was daring, a silent challenge, and I could feel my pulse thundering in my ears. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

I placed my hand to his ass. And when I parted them, I was happy to see his entrance already eager and throbbing for me. All rosy and blushing for me, for my tongue.

I kept my hand spreading Austin's cheeks, and dipped a finger into the cream, and bring it to his crevice.

Watching as the cream started to melt the second it came into contact with the hot skin, white streams dribbled down, pooling seductively in Austin's passage. My jaw clenched as I felt my cock swell and strain against my pants.

I placed the pad of my thumb to his hole, gently rubbing it in. Austin sighed quietly in content, so I introduced my tongue instead and he jolted with a gasping moan. It was sweet. Both dessert and his voice.

All of it simmered my blood with desire.

A desire that urged my tongue forward, to lap him up from the base of his balls to where his ass meets his spine. Austin jolted again, his body overrun with electricity and heat. When my tongue finished its run, I pulled back and he almost cried out.

I spread him again with my thumb. This time wider. Then, I pulled his hip, grounding myself against his pink muscle, helping it enter him ever so slightly. Ecstasy.

Again and again, I fucked him with my tongue before bringing my finger to his sticky, glistening entrance. My finger sunk into him and he cursed, another and he was moaning my name, another and his hips were bucking against my hand. We did that little but skillful curve and rubbed that bundle of nerves inside him. More profanity was drowned out by moans.

A layer of perpiration coated his soft white skin now. I loved how it shone under the florescent lighting like glossy, silken vanilla. And I loved how it tasted. I was leaning over Austin now, running my tongue delicately over the crease of his spine, from the curve of his lower back between those dimples to the wedge between his shoulder blades that gathered as Austin flexed and shield away from the ticklish sensation.

I was taking in that light salty flavor. Each droplet a palette cleanser of sorts contrasting to the delicate sweetness of the whipped cream. The edges of his lips turned up in a smile. 

As I slid my fingers out, I pulled them apart, stretching Austin more and more. I was dying to bury myself inside, enjoy his slick inner walls, but not yet. There's just so much more I can do with that cream.

Austin groaned when my fingers abandoned him, then squeaked in surprise when I flipped him over onto his back, before he could whine, the tip of his cock was getting almost lathered in the fluffy substance. And then my head was between his legs, my sticky fingers slipped right back into his back passage and I swallowed him whole. He fisted the sheets as he mewled, losing his mind.

Everything went white when I fingered that little bundle inside him again, and the next second he was spilling his seed down my welcoming throat. His orgasm ripped through me violently. He tried riding out the spasms, but I kept sucking blissfully. Austin was even moaning as if he was the one receiving pleasure.

He reached down and clutched my hair, pleading for mercy.

So, I exchanged the cock in my mouth for his clenching ass. His walls were tightening around my fingers, but I soothed it with my affectionate tongue. It caused him to writhe beneath him.

Austin began to beg me to enter.

I got up on my knees and smiled, licking my lips, savoring the image before him and this moment. A flushed Austin was so beautiful, an eager one was even better.

Austin had pushed himself up, his abs tightening magnificently as he yanked off my shirt. He found his way to my pants then desperately trying to unbutton them.

"Fuck me," he ordered. "Fuck me right now. I don't want to wait any longer. I want you right now."

My smile settled into a smirk as he undid my pants. Then, I leaned down and kissed him just as I lined myself to Austin's intimacy. I kissed him deeply while I sunk into him. And just held still. This allowed me to relish in each sensation, but also gave Austin the time he needed to adjust my size.

Austin’s breathing came in shallow bursts; he broke from the kiss just enough to rest his damp forehead against mine. The action was reciprocated with feather light kisses being peppered over his face. He was smiling as he wrapped his arms around my neck and moved his hips to let me know I could start moving.

And so, I did.

And another round of shattering orgasms sent us tumbling down onto bed in each other's arms, euphorically spent.

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