He slurps, lips closing around the spoon, and I have to choke back a groan.
Lord have mercy, watching him taste anything is unfairly erotic. The way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, the faint shine of tomato left on his lips should be some of my cream instead. It’s bloody torture holding back.
His mouth should be wrapped around my prick instead of a spoon. I can feel my cock stir in my pants, stretching my undies too bloody tight. Christ, he could drink water and still make it look like foreplay.
“Well?” I press, grinning. “Be honest. Am I Gordon Ramsay, or should I call the nearest takeaway before we both starve?”
Austin tilts his head, pretending to think of something polite to say. “Hmm… tastes like… a first try at a new recipe.”
I gasp in a stupendous outrage. “Oi! That’s a family recipe! Been passed down for at least two whole YouTube tutorials.”
He grins, those chestnuts flickering fiercely as he nudges me with his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Charlie. I’ll still eat it. You’re lucky you’re dashing enough to get away with culinary crimes.”
“Crimes?” I clutch my chest as if I’ve been stabbed through the heart with a butcher knife. “You wound me, love. Truly. After all the effort I put into not burning the kitchen down. Sweating over tomatoes for you, and this is the thanks I get?”
Austin laughs. “You’ll live.”
I press in against his body, our chests rubbing with friction. “Will I though? After that insult? Only one cure for such heartache.”
“And what’s that?” he teases, licking his lips, allowing his mouth to hang open like a bountiful hole that's crying to be filled.
“This,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss his plush mouth. Sauce be damned—the only taste I care about ishim.
Austin bloody Schmidt.
He’s utterly delicious, the mix of tomato and salt from his lips is overwhelming on my palate. I fist his hair to smash my tongue further into his thirsty mouth. To sense the vibrations of his trembles.
Then he releases a deprived, desperate mewl. A mesmerising tune to my ears. It drives me madder than I thought possible.
I lengthen the touch of our lips, refusing to let him go too soon. My hand slides down to the small of his back, pulling him flush against me. Letting him feel my throbbing cock. How it bloody aches for more of him. For every slosh and thrust inside his arse—inside its rightful home.
The wooden spoon clatters into the pan, sauce bubbling, the aromatics of garlic and onions enchanting the air.
Austin grins, looking reinvigorated . “You’re going to burn our dinner.”
“Takeaway will be better anyway,” I mumble, kissing him with greater intent, catching the bottom lip between my teeth. “Besides, you’re the real entrée, love.”
He groans, trying to stifle his lust, but his fingers curl into my shirt, tugging me tight. Not wanting me an inch away from him. His cock pulses against me, and I pulse back in return.
“Charlie… carry me to the bedroom,” he whispers, voice shaky and leaking with fervour.
“Don’t have to tell me twice, love,” I quip, trailing kisses down his jawline, then along his neck before swooping him up into my arms.
He lets out a shrill of delight, legs clinging tight around me. “Pretty fricking strong for a kicker.”
“What else would you expect from your Captain?” I grin, adjusting him higher on my chest, his weight wrapping around me.
He buries his face in my neck, laughter muffled against my skin. He has the most precious laugh, a melody too sweet for this Earth. When he lets it loose, it’s serene music to my ears. Rare to hear, as if he’s afraid that others will hear his joy. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to draw it out of him, one day at a time.
Right after I draw a few more whimpers from his lips…
Chapter 8
Austin
Charlielaunchesmeontothe bed, the force bouncing me against the mattress, springs creaking in protest. His body follows in a heartbeat, caging me in with his heat. His weight presses down against me, pinning me like I’m his prey.
“Look at you,” he mutters, eyes dragging over me with a hunger that borders on savage. “My gorgeous lad. Think you can sass me about my sauce and not pay for it?”
