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CHAPTER NINE

Austin

Kane was so fucking beautiful like this, naked on all fours, spread out and waiting for me.

The way his breath caught when I trailed my fingers down his spine… the way he arched into my touch when I caressed his ass… and the way he whimpered when I gently pulled his cheeks apart and ran my tongue down his crack.

I’d never get over it.

“Taste so fucking good, sweetheart,” I said, lifting my head for a moment as I tried to find a comfortable position to eat his ass. Kane’s bed was too high off the floor for me to kneel and I’d only be able to bend my neck and spine down for so long without hurting myself. It seemed like the beautiful ass buffet in front of me was going to be less of an all I could eat and more what I could grab before my body started bitching.

Kane groaned as I lowered my mouth and flicked my tongue over his hole, teasing the sensitive furled skin. There was a distinct difference between eating ass in porn, where things had to look good, and eating ass one-on-one, for the pleasure of your partner, and I was proud to say I’d mastered both.

I sucked and licked his pretty hole, pressing my tongue inside and feeling him relax around me. I slid one hand between his legs and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock, smirking as Kane gasped and pushed back onto my face. Fuck, I loved it when he rode my tongue.

My neck was already starting to complain and with my spine threatening to go on strike, I figured it was, sadly, time to move things along.

With a final kiss, I straightened up and rolled my neck, looking around for some lube. My hand was still on Kane’s dick but I had to let it go when I realised I was going to have to go hunting through drawers.

“Where’s your lube?” I asked as I playfully pumped his cock one final time before releasing him, savouring the moan that slipped from his lips.

“Top drawer. On the right,” he said, looking over his shoulder at me and nodding his head in the direction of a large wooden chest of drawers which had two small drawers at the very top—just right for storing a few goodies.

“Perfect.” I leant down and pressed a kiss to the base of his spine. “Stay there.”

I walked over to the drawer and pulled it open, humming with interest when I saw the small selection of toys neatly laid out under a half-full bottle of lube. There were a couple of dildos including one I knew was the exact mould of my dick, a vibrating prostate massager, a Fleshlight, and a plug I knew very well. “Damn, kitten. This is a nice collection. Next time we’ll have to play with some of them. How do you feel about getting DP’d by me?”

Kane raised his eyebrow, his mouth set into a line, but from the shade of pink across the bridge of his nose and the way his cock twitched, I didn’t think he was opposed to the idea.

“How did you—”

“Oh please, you don’t think I know exactly what my own dick looks like? Actually, I’m flattered. Want me to sign the base tomorrow?”

“You’re such a bastard!” Kane laughed and buried his head in the duvet. It was adorable to see how flustered he was, and I wondered if he’d never expected me to find it.

I shook my head fondly as I grabbed the lube and made my way back to the bed, squirting some on my fingers before throwing the bottle down beside him. “Even if I am, you fucking love it,” I said, slowly sliding two slick fingers between his cheeks to circle his hole. Kane groaned and pushed back into my touch like he was trying to get my fingers inside him.

I wasn’t that much of a bastard to make him wait, so I pushed one finger past his rim, giving him time to adjust before I added a second. Kane gasped and began to fuck himself on my fingers and god fucking damn it was a beautiful sight. His ass looked so pretty stretched around them but not as pretty as it would look when it was full of my cock.

I curled my fingers so I could tease his prostate while he fucked himself on me, and then I reached down to slowly jerk my cock, letting myself drink in every detail of the picture before me.

“Austin,” Kane said with a groan, twisting his head to look at me. “Please… I need your cock. I… fuck, I fucking need it. Want you to fill me up.”

“Yeah? Are you desperate for it, sweetheart? Need me to fill you up and make you feel good?”

“Mmm, y-yeah. Wanna feel it tomorrow too.”

A hungry smile played across my lips as I pulled my fingers out of him and lined my cock up with his needy, waiting hole. If Kane wanted to feel it tomorrow, then I was more than happy to give him exactly what he wanted.

Our groans filled the room as I pushed inside him, filling him up in one smooth movement. Kane gasped out a broken cry of “Yes!” and a pleased rumble of satisfaction rolled through my chest as I gripped his hips.

I’d always loved giving my partners exactly what they wanted, but there was something special about doing it with Kane. It was like the intensity had been turned up to eleven, and the satisfaction I got from making him happy was unmatched.

Kane arched his back, allowing me to go balls deep.

Then I pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back inside him, making him cry out. I’d always loved it when he was noisy, and fucking him hard had always been the best way to make him loud.

Tonight was no exception.

A litany of moans and blissful pleas for “more” fell from his throat as I pounded into him, fucking him hard and fast until the sound of skin on skin almost drowned out Kane’s cries. I put my hand on the base of his spine, pushing him down so I could go deeper, hammering his prostate with every thrust. And when that wasn’t quite enough, I put one foot on the bed to get more leverage and power behind my movements so I could give him everything he needed and more.

“A-Austin,” he cried out, his hands grabbing the sheets on either side of his head. “Fuck, oh fuck… I… I’m getting… oh shit!”

“Yeah? Are you going to come for me?” I asked with a growl, not letting up for a moment. I knew he was close; he just needed a little push to get him over the edge. “Gonna come on my cock like the needy slut that you are? Fuck, kitten, your ass is so fucking perfect. No, don’t touch your cock. I know you can come without that. Be good for me, Kanan. Come.”

A desperate cry of pleasure ripped from Kane’s throat as his body tensed, his ass pulsing around my cock as he came. I kept fucking him because hearing him come… feeling him come… knowing that he’d done it on my cock, was enough to send me hurtling towards the edge at the speed of fucking light.

“Fuck, baby.” I groaned. “I knew you could do it. So fucking good for me.”

“Austin…” Kane’s voice was a broken whimper. “Please. Need you to come.”

“I know… fuck, I’m right there. Shit, feel that? I’m gonna fill you up. So good for me, Kanan. Fucking. Perfect.” The last words melted into a rumbling moan as my orgasm barrelled into me, my hand squeezing Kane’s hip as I pulled him onto me so I could pump my load as deep as I fucking could. My lungs burned and my body was shaking from the intensity of the pleasure it’d been flooded with.

I’d never known pleasure like it.

“Mmm, that was good.” Kane hummed happily as he stretched out and I gently released him so he could slide off my cock. There were red marks from my hands and his hole glistened with my cum. He looked over his shoulder and grinned at me, the picture of pure fucked-out bliss as he rolled onto his back and spread his legs around me so I could lean down and kiss him.

“Sex with you always is,” I said, brushing my lips against his.

Kane opened his mouth like he was about to tell me off for being a cocky dick. But then his fucked-out brain realised what I’d said and he chuckled softly. “You’re not bad yourself.”

I grinned. “I like to think I’m fairly talented.”

“Eh, I suppose. Middling.”

“Middling?” I nipped his lip playfully. “Is that a challenge, kitten?”

“Maybe… but…” He gasped as I straightened up, dropped to my knees, and pulled his ass to the edge of the bed. I gently pulled his cheeks apart, humming with satisfaction at the sight of his hole dripping with cum. “What are you—”

I looked up at him and grinned as I leant forward, ready to savour the taste of us and eat him until he screamed. “Gonna prove to you just how fucking talented I am, sweetheart. How many times do you think you can come for me?”

It was nearly ten the next morning by the time Kane emerged from his room, soft brown hair tousled and beautiful eyes still full of sleep. He’d pulled on a pair of grey joggers before he’d stumbled downstairs and into the kitchen, and my eyes lingered on the marks I’d sucked onto his chest at some point in the early hours.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I said brightly, grabbing the kettle to fill it up and flick it on. “How’re you feeling?”

“Tired… my thighs are a bit sore… but good.” He walked over to me and flopped into my arms, and I had a sudden realisation that Kane might not be much of a morning person. The last time we’d stayed together had been in a hotel, and he’d gotten up early to sneak out before anyone saw him. He’d seemed fine then, if a little on edge, but here in his own home where he was truly relaxed, it was obvious mornings weren’t his thing when they didn’t have to be.

“I’m sorry. That fourth round was probably a mistake,” I said, kissing the top of his head.

He chuckled softly, his face still buried in my neck. “No, it was good. I just don’t want to do much today.” He put his arm around me and kissed my neck. “Do you have any plans?”

“No, not really. I’m getting a train back to York later but that’s about it.”

I’d never intended to move into the North, but I’d visited the city on a whim once when I’d first met up with Theo and fallen in love with it. It was so different from London that going there really felt like home. I’d bought two adjoining town houses there last year, one for me to live in and one to turn into a home-based studio with plenty of different rooms to film in.

Buying both had been an extravagance, but I could afford it and it meant I could put some separation between work and reality. Plus I always had somewhere nice to film, where nobody could complain or kick me out when they realised what I was doing, and I could easily vary the sets given how many rooms there were. And the studio house was on the end of the terrace, which meant there were no neighbours on the other side to complain about the noise.

All in all, it was a fabulous setup and I was very proud of it.

“Want to hang out today?” Kane asked quietly. “We could just watch some movies? Maybe play some games—I’ve got a PS4. And we could order some food.”

My heart skidded for a second and I swallowed. “Yeah… yeah, that sounds great.” I kissed the top of his head again, hoping he couldn’t hear how fast my heart was racing. “I’m still going to make you breakfast, though. What do you fancy? I make pretty good French toast.”

“That sounds amazing, thank you.” He tilted his head up to kiss me, his lips soft and sweet.

“Awesome, French toast coming right up.”

Kane grinned and then frowned as the sound of a vibrating phone cut the air. He reached into his pocket as I stepped away, heading for the kettle which had just finished boiling.

“Hello?” Kane asked. He suddenly straightened up and I watched him with interest. “Yes, hi! Lovely to hear from you. Yes… oh, yes… that’s… Tuesday? At ten? Yes, I can do that. Yes, please do send everything over. If you can cc Miles in too, that would be great. Thank you! I’m looking forward to it. Thank you so much!”

I knew what it was even though he hadn’t said it. He almost didn’t need to. His face was full of pure excitement and wonder as he turned to me, phone in hand. Joy swelled within me and I felt like I was going to burst.

This man. This fucking beautiful man.

I’d never been prouder of anyone in my life.

“I… I got a callback,” Kane said softly, huffing out a laugh of disbelief. “For Llewelyn . They want me to come in and do a chemistry read.”