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Chapter Forty-Two

Cameron

Le Rêve is painted in cream with gold accents. There are intricate moldings and antique chandeliers. It’s beautiful, with a calm ambience. It’s no surprise I’ve never been here before as I don’t enjoy the city I live in. At least, not until recently. The last ten days, to be exact.

We’re led to a table toward the back, near a fountain and large window. Through it, I can make out the twinkling lights of the city that are starting to grow on me. Austen loves them, and so I guess I’m starting to love them too.

We quickly order drinks and an appetizer. Ratatouille Tartlets is a mouthful. I’ve never had it before, but it sounds delicious, and has zero dairy in it.

“So, are you going to tell me what my surprise is?” I ask, reaching for my water to take a sip.

Austen chuckles. “Nope.”

“So rude.” I roll my eyes.

Our drinks are brought to us a short time later, and we tell the waiter we need another few moments to decide on our meals. The appetizer comes in the meanwhile, and we enjoy it as we decide what to eat.

“Any idea what you’re getting?” I ask Austen.

“Was thinking about the Coq au Vin .”

“That does look good, but I’m going with the Duck à l’Orange .”

“You’ll have to give me a bite.”

I grin. “Maybe if you say please.”

His eyes sparkle as he reaches for his drink. We finish our appetizer and put in our meal order, which comes soon after. The food is delicious, of course. I give Austen a bite of the duck, to which he moans and says he regrets getting his meal. He gives me a bite of his chicken, which is good, but I prefer the duck. I give him a few more bites which he does not deny.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” I say, as we finish up our drinks and wait for the check.

“Of course. You deserve it after all the hard work you’ve put into your career.”

I huff out a laugh. “A lot of people say I didn’t do anything for my career. That I was lucky I was born handsome, and that’s that.”

Austen rolls his eyes. “I’m not so dumb to think that’s the case. Sure, sometimes it is, but not always. I’ve seen how hard you work.”

“Sometimes I don’t want to do it anymore.”

“What? Why?”

I shrug. “The traveling, mostly. It was fun at first, but now… I don’t know. It’s hard sometimes.”

“I can see why that would be,” Austen says. “Can’t you just work around here?”

“Yeah, I could, but not the good stuff. Nothing that would allow me the lifestyle I’ve gotten used to.”

The check comes and Austen pays the bill, then we head back to my place. I’m not one to get excited over surprises and presents, I’m not a five-year-old, but the thought of Austen getting anything for me is exciting. I like that he thinks of me when we aren’t together or just thinks of doing things to make me happy. Just shows that he cares.

Which obviously he does since he so eloquently blurted out that he loves me. It was adorable. Also the best thing I’ve ever heard a single person say.

After all these years, I finally have what I’ve always dreamed of.

But do I?

I may have Austen’s love, but does that matter when he’s married to someone else? I won’t ruin the night by thinking about it. It’s a problem for later.

The moment we’re inside, I turn to Austen.

“Tell me what it is.”

Austen grins, walking to me and pressing his lips to mine.

“So eager.”

“Damn right,” I say. “So give it to me.”

“Well, here’s the thing…” He steps back, and I frown.

“What?”

His bright blue eyes meet mine and he smirks. “You’re actually going to be giving it to me.”

I raise a brow, watching as he slowly walks backward. Once he’s in the hall, he turns and heads into my bedroom.

Is he saying…

I follow after him and find him getting undressed. His shirt is already unbuttoned and he’s tugging it off.

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask in disbelief. He looks up, eyes a little wide. He nods once, and I can’t get to him fast enough.

I know we talked about this and I know he already agreed to it, but I hadn’t expected it to be so soon. This is a big deal.

“Are you sure?” I ask between kissing him. “We don’t have to do this right now.”

“I know. But I want to,” he says, working at the buttons on my shirt as I work at his pants. “Cam, I want you. ”

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, Austen.”

I kiss his neck, shoving his pants down. He pushes at my shirt and I shrug it off, tossing it away. Between messy kisses, we manage to get each other completely naked and then we’re on the bed. Austen is beneath me, just as hard as I am.

I thrust against him, needing to feel every inch of him. His hands are in my hair and mine are roaming all over his body, wanting to feel every inch of his skin.

I kiss my way down his body, stopping to gently bite his nipple. He hisses but it turns into a groan, so I lick across his chest and do it to the other one.

“Cameron…”

I smile as I move down more, licking and kissing everywhere I can. Once I’m where I need to be, settled between his legs with his cock right by my mouth, I realize I forgot the lube. I glance at my end table, noting Austen won’t be able to reach it either, so I stop what I’m doing. He whines.

“Why are you stopping?”

I don’t answer, but I keep his gaze as I pull the lube from the end table, then go back to where I was.

“Turn over.”

“Wh-what?” he says.

“Turn over for me, Austen.”

He blinks a few times before swallowing hard and doing as I asked. I grip his hips and pull him up so he’s on his knees. I don’t give him even a second to argue before I dive in.

“Fuck!” he cries out, body moving away from me. But I grip him tighter by the hips and hold him in place as I enjoy him, knowing this is so overwhelming for him and loving every second of that. I slide my tongue along his hole that clenches for me. After a few moments, he settles and stops pulling away, and instead grinds against my face. I move down, licking his balls and sucking one into my mouth. He moans so loudly I can’t help but smile.

“Why does that feel so good?” he asks.

I wonder if anyone has ever licked his balls before? Seems like a given, but with him being with Savannah… I can see her refusing to do that. She probably didn’t care about him at all in the bedroom.

“You just wait,” I say as I move back up to his hole and shove my tongue inside.

“Fuck!” He groans deeply, burying his face in the pillow and gripping onto the sheets. I pull back and grab the lube, pouring a bunch on my fingers then bringing them to his crack and lathering him up.

“You sure you’re ready for this?”

“Hell yes,” he pants.

I ease one finger inside. He’s so tight, this is going to take me a while.

“Tell me to stop at any point.”

“Do not stop.”

I avoid his prostate as I work my finger in, wanting to wait for that until he’s more relaxed. He’s in for a surprise and I can’t wait to see him get it.

Adding a second finger takes some time because he’s so tight and keeps clenching.

“This isn’t going to work if you don’t relax,” I tell him.

“I’m trying,” he says. “I’m trying so hard, but I’m not used to having something inside me.”

“Well, get used to it.” I chuckle and he takes a heavy breath, blowing it out slowly.

I add more lube, shoving my fingers in deep and scissoring them. Once he’s all loosened up, I ask, “You ready for the best feeling of your life?”

“Yes,” he answers.

I press down on his prostate and he nearly flies off the bed.

“Take it easy,” I say. “Come back here.”

“What the hell,” he breathes out. “That was…”

“Amazing?”

He looks at me over his shoulder, face flushed. “Do it again.”

I do. Over and over I stroke his prostate until he’s writhing and whining and begging me for more. Virgins were never my thing, but damn, seeing Austen like this is amazing.

“Do you want me to use a condom?” I ask.

“No fucking way.”

“Do you want to stay like this or turn on your back?”

He looks at me again. “Which is going to be better?”

“Personally, I think being on your back feels better, but—”

I don’t get to finish my words, he’s already turned over on his back, staring up at me. The sight of him like this… fuck. I’ll remember it forever.

I lean over him, pressing my hand beside his head and lean down to kiss him as I line up my dick with his needy hole.

“You ready?” I whisper.

“Yes,” he answers back.

Pushing forward, I go as slow as possible. Austen sucks in a breath. I kiss him, needing to taste him while I slide into him. His nails dig into me, and if I moved any slower, I wouldn’t be moving at all.

“You okay?” I ask. He nods, his lips parting just the slightest as his hands grip the edges of my hair at the nape of my neck.

“Fuck yes.”

I release my dick and grab onto his, stroking him slowly and go back to kissing him. He sucks in sharp breaths through his nose and moans deeply as his grip tightens on me.

“Cameron—” His voice is shaky, full of want and need.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to come already. I’m not even in you yet.”

He grips my wrist and stops me from touching him.

“Then stop that.”

I slide my hand up his stomach and pinch his nipple. His back bows from the back, causing me to slide even deeper into him.

“You’re so tight,” I say. “You feel so good.”

“Oh my God,” he answers, nearly breathless. “I didn’t think this would feel so good.” His voice is thick with awe. “I didn’t know you’d feel this good.”

“You’ve been missing out.” I kiss his neck gently, then move back to his lips as I push in the rest of the way. I sigh in relief.

“I have,” he agrees. “I really have. Now please fuck me.”

I grin, kissing his cheek before shifting my weight and pulling out then thrusting right back in.

Austen holds onto me tightly, and all too quickly I feel like I’m going to come. I blame it on him, and him letting me do this. I’d thought of it so many times, but it’s not just about the sex with him. It’s all of it. It’s just him, being with him. Finally being with the man I’ve been in love with my whole damn life. Now, here I am, with him in my bed and me buried deep inside him.

“I’m not going to last long, Austen. You feel too good.”

“Make me come too.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I grip his dick and stroke him along with my thrusts.

“Fuck, yes. Cameron… that feels so good.” He groans. “You feel so fucking good.”

I keep going, knowing I’m going to be done for any second. But I’m trying to hold out so we can come together or so he can at least come first. I am a fucking gentleman.

Thankfully he tells me he’s going to come seconds later, and I allow my body to give into the pleasure.

Austen’s dick erupts, painting his chest with hot white ropes of cum, and I follow him right over the edge, releasing inside him. The orgasm lasts forever, and when it subsides, I stare down at him in complete wonder.

How did I suddenly get so lucky?