26. Austin

CHAPTER 26

AUSTIN

Giddy was not a word I ever thought would describe myself, but that was exactly what I was after marrying him. Looking back at my life, I could see I'd been a grumpy asshole and taken on some dangerous missions while I was in the service. But right now, the only dangerous mission I wanted to perform was not getting caught with my dick out and down my husband's throat while he blew me in the hot spring.

"God damn, are you sure you've never done this?" I asked, holding onto the rocks as he sent tingling sensations up and down my spine, over each shoulder, and down my arms. Anyone looking at us, and I hoped they weren't, would think I was trying to polish the rock slabs with my ass.

He popped off my cock to give me a breather, or to just tease the fuck out of me. "You know I haven't, but I've done lots of research on how to please a man. But I'm just getting started."

Greer went back to work on me as I contemplated what kind of research he'd done. But I didn't have time to ponder on it long. When he slipped a single finger inside me to rub my prostate, I saw stars I'd never seen before, and I was fucking done. He wilted me like a flower in the Texas heat as I shot my load down his throat.

Greer looked up at me with a self-satisfied smirk as I slid lower in the water to tuck myself away, then licked his lips. "You're quite a tasty morsel."

My head tilted back as I laughed at his statement, leaving me speechless.

"Who are you?" I asked, grabbing him behind the knees to pull him onto my lap.

"Your husband," he panted, as I rubbed his stiff cock.

Greer batted my hand away, splashing water around us. "Not here. I'm ready for some wedding cake. How about you?"

I grinned as a filthy image of eating cake off his body came to mind. "Yeah, cake sounds good."

Twenty minutes later, I had him face down on a towel over the side of the bed as I smeared cake icing all over his ass.

"You look gorgeous in white," I teased. "It contrasts with your skin tone perfectly. But it will look better someplace else."

Greer grunted as I spread a particularly large dollop between his cheeks and over his hole.

"That's better."

"I'm going to be so sticky with all that sugar."

I bit his ass cheek, making him jump.

"Don't worry. I'll clean you up when I'm finished," I said, dripping chilled champagne over the icing. His squat game was real, and I was a lucky, lucky man.

"Fucking hell, that tickles," he shivered as it trickled down his crevice.

"You're not squirming enough, sweetheart. You had me so hard and desperate for your mouth, but you kept stopping and making me wait." I smiled as I dragged my now slick cock along his taint, making him moan.

"You're torturing me," he whined. "You're supposed to give me what I need." Leaning over his back, but careful not to press my skin to his, I bit his earlobe, then sucked it. "Then I better get started, huh?"

Squatting behind him, I spread his cheeks open and licked the icing and champagne away.

"Oh, my fucking god!" Greer almost bolted off the bed at the contact, so I steadied him with my left hand on his back.

"Easy, there. I'm going to make you feel so good."

Before I could return to pleasuring him, the flickering candlelight caused the plain gold band to catch my eye. There was nothing ornate or special about it. But for some reason, it was the most precious thing to me. That and the man under my palm.

My chest tightened as I went back to loving the man I'd waited a lifetime for. The taste of his skin coated in champagne and icing was intoxicating. The more he squirmed, the more I licked and sucked. When I finally worked him open with my tongue, he gave up.

"Just fuck me already," he groaned, thrusting his ass in the air when I pulled back.

"You sure about that, babe?" I asked, reaching for the lube. "It might be sticky."

"Austin Wentworth-Rowan," he growled. "Fuck. Me."

Hearing him call me by my new surname made me so fucking happy. "Yes, sir. You're the boss."

He chuckled, then gasped as I placed the head of my cock at his entrance. Leaning over him, I placed my hands over his, then laced our fingers together. "I'm going slow. Just tell me if it's too much."

He nodded, then released a moan as I made tiny thrusts against his entrance, then added more pressure. I wasn't a patient man, but for him, I'd do anything.

"More, babe. Give me more."

"Not yet," I purred into his ear. "Slow. Don't want to hurt you."

"Austin," he groaned, "I'll tell you if it hurts. I promise."

I let go of his hand and reached for my glass to finish my champagne. Placing the glass on the bedside table, I leaned down and kissed the side of his mouth. Greer picked up and turned his head enough that our mouths could meet in a slow, sensual kiss as I pushed in further. I wanted to stroke him, but he didn't seem to need it.

He opened his mouth to groan, and I swallowed down every sound as he met my every thrust with one of his own. Slowly, I worked my way inside him, then stilled to allow him to adjust. But my husband didn't seem to enjoy that and began thrusting back onto me.

So, like the good husband I planned to be, I gave him what we both wanted. I changed my angle to rub the head across the spongy gland that made him see stars.

"God, yes, there, yes, yes. Don't stop," he moaned and writhed under me. Taking him from behind made my eyes roll back in my head from the pressure and the heat of him.

When our climaxes crested and took us over the edge, I was the happiest man in the world.

"God," he panted, "I'm going to rail you so hard next time."

I laughed and kissed his cheek. "I'm counting on it."

Half an hour later, exhausted from the longest yet best day of our lives, we passed out in our bed. I held Greer in my arms, his head on my chest, as the sounds of flowing hot springs outside lulled us to sleep.

When I woke the next morning, my heart was pounding. I looked down at my hand, fearful I'd dreamed it all. But Greer's arm was draped over me, and his body was pressed to mine, chasing away my fear.

Years after that night in Chicago, I used to have nightmares about going to him and making things right when I got home. But most of the time, I was too late. He'd be happily married to another man, effectively crushing me again. And when my mind really got carried away, the dreams got worse. I'd get home to find out he'd died without knowing how much I loved him. Regret grew into a rage and became a blinding pain that would fill me and take me to my knees.

I knew what Greer meant when he said it was over, because I'd felt every bit of that agony too.

Turning, I found him blinking at me with a sleepy, sexy smile and a head full of messed-up, wavy hair. He'd never looked more handsome.

"Good morning," he croaked, kissing my bare shoulder.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I said, pulling him to me.

My accelerated heart rate began to slow with every breath he took, and I released a heavy sigh.

Greer tilted his head to look at me. "Are you okay?"

I looked into his worried eyes and kissed him. "I've never been better in my entire life. I'd happily stay right here in the bed with you forever, but I'm hungry. We should probably get breakfast, then head back."

Before he could respond, the Imperial March sounded from his phone. I laughed as he sighed and rolled onto his back. I got onto one elbow and looked down at him, where he'd thrown his arm over his eyes.

"The Sith Lord is calling."

"I know," he groaned. "But I'm not answering it. She gets on my nerves sometimes."

I laughed at the always politically correct man, who never had a bad word to say about anyone, and fell deeper in love with him—if it were possible.

"You better not let her know that," I said, kissing his chest.

He shrugged. "I'm not perfect by any means. And I'm not scared of her."

"It's okay, babe. You've got me to protect you. Let's shower and go have some fun with good old Katherine."

Greer sat up as I climbed out of bed, naked as the day I was born. The sheet dropped low into his lap as he stretched his arms above his head. His chest was perfectly sculpted and the hint of pubic hair showing from behind the sheet turned me the fuck on.

He caught me staring and raised one eyebrow. I sprang forward and hopped back onto the bed—and him.

"On second thought, let's just stay right here a little longer." My lips found his as he wrapped his arms around me, and we lost ourselves in each other one more time.