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Chapter Thirty-Six

Cameron

I have no idea what I’m doing, but I can’t stop. That’s that. I’m doing this and seeing where it goes. I’ll take whatever I can get from Austen. If he wants me to be his dirty little secret, I’ll do it.

I think I was so angry for so long, and so cruel recently, because I knew if I put my walls down, this would happen.

I would fall hard and fast—and stupidly.

I try not to think too hard about it as I get his suitcase and bring it back up to my apartment. Over-thinking this is only going to ruin it. I don’t want to ruin it. I want to enjoy whatever it is he’s going to give me. I can’t worry about whether or not he’s going to make up with Savannah. I’m not so stupid to think just because we slept in the same bed, cuddling, and kissed a few times that he’s going to just get a divorce from her. That’s not how Austen is, it’s not what he does.

Raising my hand to knock on the bathroom door, I pause when I hear something from the other side, over the spray of water. A groan?

My heart picks up and I press my ear to the door. The thought of him jerking off in the shower has my dick hard. But I’m probably just hearing things. Austen isn’t the kind of guy who just jerks off in people’s showers.

But then I think about that time on the phone. When he thought he hung up, but didn’t. When I listened to him come and—fuck, yeah, that was definitely a moan.

I step back, my hand tightening on the suitcase handle.

What do I do? I know what I want to do. I want to go in there and help him. Hell, maybe even watch him. But should I do that?

Fuck it. Why not?

I open the door without knocking, and I hear him slip and slap into the wall to catch himself

I drop the suitcase by the sink and tear off my clothes in record time then get into the shower with him.

There’s nothing telling me he was jerking off in here, other than the flush of his cheeks and the fact his dick is hard as a rock, but I know.

“You could have waited for me,” I say, biting on my bottom lip as I look him over from head to toe. He’s still in good shape, still so sexy. Water runs down his solid chest, down his abs, his defined, cut hips. He looks back at me with wide, blue eyes.

“I…”

I raise a brow. “Are you going to deny what you were doing in my shower, Austen?” I take a step closer to him. I’ve never been so thankful for my giant shower before.

His lips part, water droplets gathering along them and I dive in to kiss him, our dicks brushing. He relaxes, sucking in a sharp breath when I push him against the wall.

“Tell me what you were doing,” I say, pulling back just enough to speak.

“I… I was…”

Dragging my fingers up his sides, his eyelids flutter shut and he lets out the softest moan.

“Say it.”

“I was… touching myself.”

“Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“I just… was worried.”

“That I’d say no?” I pinch his nipple and he yelps.

“Yes!”

I press my lips to his softly. His eyes open and I move my way along his jaw, then his neck. Down his chest. I suck on his nipple, which causes him to jerk away from the wall. I move further down, his stomach tensing and breathing increasing as I do.

Once I’m on my knees, his dick right there for the taking, I look up at him.

“Is this okay?” I ask.

“Yes,” he breathes out.

“Are you sure?” I ask again, needing to hear it. Needing him to be sure.

“Absolutely.”

I grin before taking his dick in my hand and holding it steady for me to lick. Austen’s fingers tangle in my hair as he moans, hips thrusting against my mouth so softly as I take him into my mouth. I don’t move much, hoping he’s going to take over and do something, other than just standing there and taking it.

I release him from my mouth, and say, “Don’t treat me like I’m fragile. If you want to fuck my mouth, Austen, fucking do it.”

His eyes darken almost instantly, and I go back to sucking him off. It takes maybe three seconds for my words to kick in. His grip tightens in my hair and he holds my head steady, pushing himself deeper down my throat. I smile around him, removing my hand from his dick to grab his hips instead. I groan around his length, gripping him harder as he fucks me faster, his dick going all the way to the back of my throat.

“Cam,” he breathes out. “Fuck, Cameron, your mouth feels so good.”

I’ve never heard better words in my life.

“I’m going to come,” he rasps out just as the first rope of cum hits the back of my throat. He holds me in place, and I suck and lick him through his orgasm.

His head falls against the wall, eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath. I get to my feet and stand under the spray, running my hands through my hair to get it wet so I can wash it.

“I want to return the favor.”

I open my eyes and see Austen staring at me, wet hair hanging in his eyes, still breathing a little heavily. I raise a brow, unable to stop from smirking.

He pushes off the wall and moves closer to me. His blue eyes darken as he looks me over from head to toe, his tongue darting out between his lips.

“You’ve made me come twice now, and I’ve yet to make you.”

My smirk turns into a grin. “Trust me, you’ve done it for me plenty of times.”

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “Show me what to do.”

I raise a brow. “You’re serious?”

Biting on his bottom lip, he nods.

I narrow my eyes, watching him and wondering if this is pushing it too far for him. But he’s asking, he wants this. Who am I to tell him no?

I step out from under the spray. “Just do whatever feels good for you.”

With a nod, he gets to his knees. Just seeing him down there has me about to explode. I never thought I’d see the day when he was on his knees for me, ready to put my dick in his mouth, but here we are.

“Just… don’t laugh at me.” He smiles up at me, and I know he’s joking, trying to cut the tension.

“Never,” I breathe out, and his smile falls, turning into a lustful look.

His gaze pulls from mine and he focuses on my dick, grabbing it at the base and darting his tongue out to lick the tip.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my hands balling into fists.

He wraps his lips around the head and sucks. I groan loudly.

Austen takes me a little deeper. His movements are tentative, unsure. He’s probably worried about gagging or looking silly, but there’s no way that could happen.

He starts to stroke me, getting used to me as he feels me out. I’m fine being an experiment to him as long as his hands are on me. I’m already so close that it wouldn’t matter if this was the worst blowjob ever—which I doubt it will be.

Unable to stop myself, I rest my hand on the back of Austen’s head, gripping his hair. I don’t push him, just let my hand rest there while he does his thing. And it is so fucking good. He’s careful and slow, and normally I’m a messy blowjob kind of guy, but this is perfect in the best way.

“I’m close,” I tell him.

He pulls off my dick, flashing those pretty blue eyes up at me in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes, so don’t stop,” I say, shaking my head.

“Sorry,” he mutters, going back in, but I don’t miss the twist of his lips, the quick grin.

This time, he’s more into it. A little more sure of himself. He sucks harder, gets a good rhythm going and quickly brings me to the edge.

“Fuck, Austen, I’m going to come.”

I give him enough notice to stop, but he doesn’t. He keeps going, and that’s so fucking hot.

I grasp onto his hair when the orgasm hits, and when I come he does his best to manage it, but ends up jerking me off through it which is totally fine with me.

I lean against the wall, smiling to myself.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” I say, catching my breath.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” he responds, laughing and getting to his feet.

I drag my finger along his chest, swiping up my cum. “You made a mess.”

He looks down and I hold my finger up.

He grips my wrist, his thumb pressing against my pressure point and for a second, I think he’s going to lick it off, which would probably kill me with how hot it would be. But somehow, what he does is so much hotter. He slowly guides it to my mouth.

“Then lick it clean,” he says in a low tone, one I’ve never heard from him. One that has my dick hardening all over again.

Am I about to see a side of Austen I didn’t know existed? I sure fucking hope so.

I wrap my lips around my finger, stare into his wide blue eyes, and suck it clean—just like he wants.