so I could enjoy the sound of his voice and the sensation of
my slick cock sliding through my curled fingers.
“While my mouth is working on your cock, one hand will be playing with your nipple.”
“Doing what?” I gasped.
“Rolling, twisting, pinching.”
I did all of that, which made me fuck my hand so hard I began to pant.
“And when you’re close to coming, I’ll push my finger into your arse.”
“Oh, fuck, Austin.” I didn’t have enough hands to do that too, but I could imagine it. “Fuck.”
“And then you’ll come,” Austin said, his voice almost commanding. “You’ll spurt hot, salty cum into my throat,
and I’ll swallow it all down and lap the head of your cock until you’re dry.”
I came. Cum spurted from my cock and landed on my hand, chest, and jeans in thick, warm coils. I lay panting,
barely able to breathe, let alone think.
“I’ll keep your cock in my mouth,” Austin said. “I’ll keep it warm as it goes soft.”
“Oh, fuck, Austin, you’re gonna make me hard again.”
He chuckled. “So soon?”
“Heh, I wish.” I kept stroking myself, even though I was beyond spent.
“When your cock is completely soft, I’ll let it go,” Austin said. “I’ll hold you in my arms and stroke your hair until
you recover.”
“And once I have?”
“You’ll fuck me.”
“Or you could fuck me.”
“I will,” Austin promised. “There will be plenty of time for us to enjoy each other to the full.”
There was a knock on my door before Wulf called through it, “Ten minutes, Charlie.”
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed. “I was meant to be getting ready for the soundcheck.”
“That doesn’t sound as nice as phone sex.”
I laughed almost hysterically. “It’s not. Fuck, I’m exhausted.”
“Too tired to move?”
“Yeah. And my jeans and underwear are all messy.”
“You’d better get changed, then.”
“I know, but I don’t want to stop talking to you.”
“Soon,” Austin promised. “We’ll be together soon.”
I let go of my cock and flopped my messy hand over my stomach. “I’m gonna hold you to that, Austin Steele.”
“Friday,” he reminded me.
“Two days.” That really wasn’t long to wait at all.
“Austin Steele?” Robin ran his hands over his face, briefly distorting the skin around his eyes. “Oh, fucking hell,
Charlie. You don’t do things by halves, do you? You realise Flannigan is going to have a fit?”
We were in the sitting room of my hotel suite in Boston. It was late, and I was tired from performing, but we had
an early start in the morning as we were driving to Washington, D.C. Phoenix Records had provided us with
another tour bus for the United States leg of the tour. I wouldn’t be able to talk to Robin privately on the bus, so
this was my best—and probably only—chance to speak to him before Austin arrived. As much as I didn’t get
along with Robin, he knew how to court the media. What I hadn’t expected was for him to be so instantly
negative.
“Why?”
Robin gaped at me. “Don’t be so naive. You realise your fan base is pretty much exclusively made up of
teenagers and young adults?”
I nodded. I was well aware of who my fans were. I’d met thousands of them.
“And do you know what they love about you?” Robin asked.
“Enlighten me.”
“Aside from the fact that you’re bloody gorgeous and have a great singing voice, they love that you’re available. It
means they can dream about being the alpha or omega who ends up catching your eye. They don’t want to know
you’re screwing a guy old enough to be your father.”
“No one seemed to mind when Jesse Steele revealed he was dating an older guy.”
“That remains to be seen.”
I frowned.
“Jesse Steele hasn’t released anything since then. Who knows what his sales will be like when he does release
his next album? One thing’s for sure. His whole boy-next-door image is out the window now he’s married with two
kids.”
“Images can change,” I muttered, which was something I’d told Austin too. “Neither Jesse nor I nor any other
omega celebrity can be young and single forever.”
“No, but right now, you are both of those things, and that’s why so many people love you.”
“I might be young, but I’m definitely not single anymore.”
“You should reconsider that.”
I gaped at him and then shook my head fiercely. “It’s your job to make the reveal as painless for Austin and me
as it was for Jesse and Isaac.”
“I already told you. The circumstances were vastly different. Isaac had that whole hero thing going for him. Austin’
s a washed-up nobody.”
“No, he’s not.”
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