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Woman in Red Ch 12/?

Chapter 12: Jovan and Podgorica

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: 18+ only, just discussion of sex, oh and some like kissing and a lil' submissiveness, and maybe a lil' jealousy. (I had get all 'author's craft' and put some character development and set up in there, I know... so weird. But let me say.. Chapter 13 will put you in heat.)

A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3

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Chapter 12: Jovan and Podgorica

They are walking the next day in the city of Podgorica. Aya had seemed rushed, though she tried to play it off as excitement. 

“The driver is already waiting,” she had said, while he finished breakfast, “it’s an hour away, let's get going!” 

He wasn’t sure why they were driving over an hour to the big city, but heck he was always up for seeing new places. 

‘What Aya wants, Aya gets,’ he had chuckled to himself as he tied his shoes. 

For the capital, it’s not that big of a city. It’s also not that big of a country, Austin reasons. Aya tells the driver to drop them off the south side of the Old Ribnica River Bridge. 

Austin is wary as they drive through an urban residential area, past old white plaster and stone work houses close together. They pass old crumbling walls then down a narrow alley like street with a mish mash of graffiti clearly done by rebellious teenagers on one corner and a Mosque on the other. Finally the road ends at a dirt turn around on what looks like a vacant lot. There are mounds of stacked stone just there as though no one actually cares that they are ancient ruins. Four or five dumpsters tagged with spray paint are the only witnesses of their arrival. Bits of the city can be seen through the line of trees at the far edge. This looks like a place that you might be taken to in the boot of car and not return from. Austin turns to look at Aya with concern. 

“Oh come on, live a little,” she says with a wink, getting out of the car. “I’ll text when and where,” she says to the driver. 

She excitedly traipses down a narrow, nearly hidden trail, lined with weeds and bits of trash. She looks completely out of place in her tailored linen trousers and off the shoulder button down. Her wedge sandals are completely not made for this. He looks at the driver who shrugs as though he’s seen her do this a hundred times. Austin hurries after her, feeling dubious. 

The trail opens up almost immediately onto a paved path that was hidden by the weeds.  He immediately breathes a sigh of relief as they turn a corner around what looks to be an old ruined tower and he sees the wide manicured steps leading down to an old stone footbridge. It spans a tributary only a few feet from its confluence with the mainstem below. What looks like a courtyard with what once was a fountain is on this side of the bridge, the embankment opposite is a tangle of stone walls,  foliage, layered rock and hollows. It feels like a set piece from The Labyrinth, apart from the traffic and city noises. 

“You had me worried there for a minute,” he says, coming up behind her. 

“Have I steered you wrong yet?” she says with a wink and a smile. 

Hand in hand,  they cross the bridge and wind their way up the hill. They pop out on a busy street. They walk a few blocks, passing the Montenegrin National Theatre, which  makes Austin perk up. 

“I think they haven’t started their season yet,” she says when he asks about going, “besides, last time I was there, I ended up getting caught being naughty in the coat closet. I’m not sure I’m welcome anymore,” she giggles as they passed.  

They walk the tree lined streets. They pass a few restaurants and art galleries. The architecture is pretty simple and at times brutalist, echoing its past.  There are a few shops to check out, but nothing fancy. Austin is wondering what it was about here that made Aya want to come so badly. 

They round the corner and find a loose crowd of people around what looks like a construction site on an empty lot. There is a mix of people in business attire, general random people, men in construction clothes and press. Austin makes to cross the street, away from the cameras.  Without a word, Aya takes him by the hand and threads her way around to the leading edge of the crowd. There is a podium and a microphone and a few clean, new shovels.  It seems to be some sort of ground breaking ceremony.  As if on cue,  a man steps up and begins a short speech. 

Not speaking Montenegrin or Serbian, Austin has no idea what is being said, but Aya seems to understand at least some. Standing next to her, he can’t help but stare at her thinking of how he couldn’t resist her if she drew him into a coat closet. He starts wondering if there are any errant closets near when he hears, “Hvala Aya Glascoc!” 

She hands him her purse and winks, then walks the handful of steps to the podium before he knows what is happening.  She shakes the man’s hand, speaking a few words to him. They turn, smiling, to the crowd as camera shutters snap. She steps back and someone hands her a hardhat and a shovel.  As though she had done it a million times, she shoves the tip into the ground and with her sandaled foot, drives the blade in, leveraging the dirt up, the crowd claps.  She kisses her hand and waves. There are a few more photos and she rejoins Austin, a couple people shaking her hand on the way.  Austin is just stunned, standing there holding her bag. Well, at least he knew why she needed to come to the city today. 

……………

“Ok,” he says, once they are sitting down. “Confession time.”

She and Austin had slipped away, hard hat, shovel and all. She had been evasive answering his questions, telling him she was hungry and needed to eat and that she knew the perfect little place. 

“Oh” she says, chin on her fist and leaning in, “what do you have to confess, is it dirty?” her eyes sparkle with mischief. 

“No,” he chuckles, “what just happened?” 

“Oh, this is my favorite little place, I always come here when I’m in Podgorica so they know me,” she evades with a giggly smile. She knows what he means. She just is shy of the subject.

They had walked into the adorable little cafe tucked away behind a nearby park. It was all stonework and plants and a massive vaulted skylight inside.  Aya had been greeted loudly with hugs, before they were seated.  

“That’s not what-” he begins.

“Aya!!!” A man, younger and handsome, walks in big strides to the table with arms wide. She jumps up and he bends his muscular form around her and plants a hefty kiss on Aya’s lips. Her hand cups his cheek in familiarity as she returns the kiss in kind. It was the kiss of someone who knew her intimately and lasted a little too long, in Austin’s opinion.  

Her eyes sparkle as she leans back, speaking in the lilting mix of what sounds like Italian and Russian to his actor's ear. The man’s hands lingers around her waist,  holding her tightly to him.  Austin smiles tightly as he is introduced as ‘my friend Jovan’ by Aya.

“Zdravo! Nice to meeting you.  I welcome all friends to Aya,” the man says in a loud voice, his English only slightly questionable. He takes his hand from Aya’s waist to extend it out to Austin, still pressing his body to hers. He shakes the man’s hand politely. He finds that he isn’t fond of the casual intimacy between the two, even when they step apart. 

Aya and the dark haired man continue talking for a few minutes in a mix of Montenegrin and English, her hand lingering on the man’s arm. Austin watches the exchange trying to keep his face neutral, but  twirling the ring he wore on his finger in agitation. He wishes that the table was not in the way so he could step closer to Aya and let this overly intimate man know he was more than just ‘friends to Aya’. 

Fuck, but is he? More than just a fuck buddy to her? The thought tightens his chest on the way to his gut, souring in his stomach. He takes a couple breaths, trying to manage what he is feeling. 

‘Calm down, you have no right to be jealous,’ he reminds himself. But he admits, it’s exactly what he’s feeling. 

Jovan walks from the table to the back of the restaurant saying  “I take care of you! You will not pay!”  

“You know I will Jovan!” she fires back. 

Austin shoots her a questioning look, pointing his thumb after the man. He doesn’t yet trust himself to speak. 

“That’s Jovan, it’s his restaurant,” Aya’s grin is ear to ear. “We fight every time over whether or not I will pay.   He is the reason I know any Montenegrin at all. Oh and this is his wife, Jelena, she always lets me pay!” She gets up and hugs the young woman that comes around the corner. 

The second Aya says ‘his wife’, the tightness in Austin’s chest lessens. Her eyes go wide when she is introduced to Austin, who stands up and shakes her hand with a big smile. 

“Wait, you are the Elvis, da?” she says in thickly accented english. 

“Yes Ma’am, that was me,” he slips into the accent unknowingly as he smiles shyly and nods. 

Family is called over, selfies are taken, autographs signed and the declaration that ‘you are family now!” is made. 

Jovan brings out the rakija and pours a tiny glass for everyone.  They toast with shouts of  Živjeli!  Jovan grabs the back of Austin’s head and plants a kiss on his cheek. It’s jarring, but Austin’s  Fan Mode is on so he keeps his cool. It’s helpful to know that Jovan treats everyone like he wants to sleep with them.

“He’s uh,” Austin blows out a breath when they settle down, wine in hand.

“Alot, I know,” she reaches over and brushes the back of his hand soothingly, “but at least he is joyful.” 

“He taught you Montenegrin, eh?” Austin asks, flipping his hand over to let her fingers dally in his palm. 

“Uh huh” she sips her wine, giving him a knowing look, drawing circles with her fingertips. 

“Oh really?” Austin tries to play cool, but feels the jealousy creep back in. His hand closes on hers, not exactly possessive. 

“Do you really want to know?” Aya asks, squeezing his hand. 

Austin blinks, “I don’t ask questions that I don’t want to know the answers to.” His hand slackens against hers. 

“Jovan was one of my more enthusiastic paramours here, until he fell in love with Jelena and got married," she says matter of factly. "He taught me to speak what little Montenegrin I know and I taught him how to make a woman orgasm six ways to Sunday,” she stares into his ocean eyes,  tracing the veins up his wrist. 

She had been at the wedding last year and had given them an enormous amount of money, enough to purchase the comfortable home they lived in. She was pretty sure that Jelena knew that the reason she enjoyed such a satisfying marriage bed was because of her. 

Austin nods, takes a breath, shivering at her touch. He laughs, looking down at her hand, feeling the weirdest conflict he’d ever felt.  It was one thing to talk about exes, and another to run into them, another still to get hugs and kisses and be called ‘part of the family’. Yet how is it that she can make talking about her ex-lovers such a fucking turn on.  Aya was an enigma. 

“I bet you did,” his voice is breathy as his fingers do their own dance on her wrist. “Thanks for being honest about it,” he says, trying to find equilibrium. 

Jovan brings out the first course, winking knowingly at Austin.

“You lucky, Aya is magic,” he says under his breath to Austin, “She teach me so good, Jelena could no refuse,” He winks conspiratorially. 

Austin just nods and smiles, possessiveness welling up again. 

The food is so delicious. Austin watches the interplay between Aya and Jovan drop to being casual and he starts to calm. 

“Ok Aya, let me try again,” Austin says as they finish the first course, “What was all that with the ground breaking?” he goes for the direct question instead of trying to be amusing. 

“Ah yes,” she dabs her mouth with the napkin, “I was a donor for the new building, part of my philanthropy. They asked me to come to the ceremony, I didn’t want to make a big deal for you.” 

“Aya was THE donor,” says Jelena behind Austin. “So modest.”

Jelena refills their wine. 

“What is it going to be?” asks Austin. 

“It will be a hospital for your mind, like depression things,” says Jelena. 

“It’s not a hospital,”  Aya clarifies,”  it’s going to be more like a community center. It’ll have a space for meditation and yoga and art classes. A place to do what makes you happy, plus a little coffee bar.”

Jelana looks at her with pursed lips… “and.”

“And the main part is for a non-profit clinic for emotional health.” says Aya almost sheepishly. 

“Oh,” says Austin, “that’s really cool, Aya. Y’know, you CAN tell me these things. You don't have to spring them on me. I want to know about your passions, so I can support them, ” he doesn’t care that Jelena is still listening in.

Jelena's eyebrow lifts at Aya as if to say, 'this one, keep this one.'

"Sorry Austin, I'm just so used to doing my own thing," she shrugs it off.

“Yes, she helps so much. We love her,” Jelena smiles warmly at Aya. Then she is pointing a finger at Austin, “Do not fuck her up… I will not like you anymore.” 

“Yes Ma’am,” he says with a smile.  

“Good,” she walks away to another table. 

“You know, that’s like the third or fourth time I’ve been told that,” he says to Aya, “You really have loyal friends.”

“I love my people, what can I say?” she sips her wine as though she were the reigning queen. 

He silently wonders why they all seem so very protective of her. It was clear that she was special in nearly every way. She was magnetic, this he knew all too well, so it only follows that those she touches, literally and figuratively, would love her. If he wanted to be more than just another bit of fluff to her, he was going to have to reconcile these exes still caring deeply about her in his mind. He knows it won’t be the last time something like this happens. 

“Why mental health?” he asks, deciding to put focus somewhere else to let his thoughts settle. 

“Well,” she says tentatively, “I think it's really important for a better society. I try to help the local clinics in every town I own a place in.  They really didn’t have one here so…” she shrugs. What she doesn’t say is that Montenegro has a high rate of suicide and that is actually why she even considered buying a place here. 

“Hmm. How, uh, how many more places do you have?” he asks.

“Ok, since you only ask questions you want to actually know the answers to, “ she smiles at him, then begins ticking off on her fingers.  “New York City, Kuala Lumpur, London and here are investments or for business so I have apartments. I have private homes in the Caribbean and near Aspen, and the Malibu house of course.” She doesn't mention her apartment in Florence. 

“How often do you get to each?” he is astounded that she has so many homes.

“At least once a year,” except Florence. She’s not ready to talk about Florence. 

…………………………

“How about a tub with me?”  Aya says stretching onto her toes to put her arms around his neck. 

She had seen Austin with Jovan, how he went a little possessive then pensive. Jovan was full-on physical touch all the time. Would she admit that part of why she drug Austin to his cafe was to see how he would handle it, maybe. She could tell that he was in his head about it now and thought maybe he needed a little simple reassurance. Besides, if he was going to get his back up every time they met someone she’d fucked, it would get old really fast. 

On the way home, Aya had snuggled into him, falling asleep on his shoulder. He watched the view, mentally dissecting his feelings. Currently, he was standing by the piano, looking out over the ocean view, trying to decide if he should tell her.

“Well, you gotta get dirty first,” Austin says with a smile, not yet, he decided. 

“Do I?” She returns his smile with a sideways glance. 

“Yes of course, otherwise the tub won’t work,” he smirks, running a line down her jaw with this thumb.

“Well, I suppose you could fuck me more, that would surely make me dirty,” she offers with a shrug, as though it’s just an idea. 

“And how exactly do you want me to fuck you more, huh? Aya?” he pulls her against his body. “Do you want me to take you up against a wall, or bend you over something? Maybe outside on the terrace again? Do you want me to lay you down and fuck you? Do you want my cock in your mouth again?“  His voice is soft but dominant. He isn’t sure where exactly all this is coming from, he only knows he wants her.

‘So much for feeling simple’, she thinks as he offers her a smorgasbord menu of sex.  The same words could have been said with spite, a challenge to her motivations. Indeed she has been accused of using sex to her advantage. But really her way is just wanting sex. Instead of acusitory, his hand is gently on her jaw, turning her face up to meet his. His eyes and his tone both tell a story of dominant desire. 

It is sexy as hell. 

“I want…I don’t,” her mind trapped by indecision, “Yes,” she finally breathes out, “any way you want me.” She lets go of any pretense that she will have any major say in what happens for the next few hours. 

“Any way *I* want,” his eyes smolder at her, “Oh, Aya, that is a dangerous thing to offer me,” he echos her words from two weeks ago, Fuck has it only been two weeks?  “Hunny, I have to admit,” his fingers shake just a little as he pushes a hair back from her face, “I don't feel like being gentle tonight.”   Aggressive possibilities flash in his mind. 

“I meant what I said,” she locks eyes with him, returning the smolder joule for joule. “Any. Way. You. Want.” The bite on her lip and the look in her eyes erase in a flash any trepidation he has.

“Well, we are definitely going to need that soak later.  I think after what I want to do to you, we will both be sore and …messy,” the word ‘messy’ melts off his lips. “Newfoundland? Right?”

“Yes Sir,” she says. This is exactly what she wants, she realizes, to not be in control. 

“Oh, I like that,” he rumbles, somehow more turned on by her submission.  He didn’t know exactly what he was going to do, only that he wanted to claim her, to have her, rule her, even if just for the night.

“Do you want me to get out some playthings?” she looks up at him through her eyelashes. 

“Yes,” he growls and pulls her in for a kiss full of promises.

She pulls away and disappears into the bedroom. He opens the piano, sits and starts playing a series of cascading arpeggios. It’s his go-to warm up when he wants to play, plus it sounds impressive and satisfying.   He is the picture of a patient man with nothing to do but tickle the ivories, inside he is all nerves though. They’ve not talked about any sort of sub/dom stuff yet. Honestly he figured if they did, he’d be the one kneeling at her feet, not the other way around. Not that he’s not played like this, he has ideas. It’s just that he doesn’t know what she’s ok with or what ‘playthings’ she’s going to bring. Fuck, as long as she is taking,  it could be an entire orgy army she is assembling in there though a secret tunnel.  

Aya spends a few minutes digging deep into the back of her closet to find what she is looking for.  Her hands shake in excitement as she pulls the box out. She has one similar to this in every house she owns. She can’t remember if she’s used everything in this one or not.  She hears him playing her piano and smiles.  She has no idea what he’ll be up for as she glances inside. She kicks herself for not bringing it up sooner. But hey, no time like the present. As she turns to leave, she sees something strappy and black peeking out from behind a boho dress.  Perfect! 

When Aya comes back from the bedroom after freshening up, she is carrying an ornately carved lidded box and wearing a bra and panty set that look to be more like elaborate crisscrosses of black elastic than actual lingerie. It frames her snake tattoo nearly perfectly as well as her naked nipples. Her hair flows down her back, but is held away from her face with a clip.  

His eyebrow raises at her appearance and he stops mid arpeggio, the sound from the sustain pedal ringing in the body of the instrument.  He decides she was worth the wait, his hard cock agrees.  She comes over and presents him with the open box. With one glance, he knows what he wants to do with her. 

“Oh my, so many possibilities in one little box,” his look to her is pure devilish lust, “Pet.”

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"You don't think I could be a Dom?"

A story whose elements were voted on by all ya'll beautiful people as my thank you to my first 100 (+) followers!

Summary (with % of votes): An Austin Story (38.5%) with a Friends to Lovers trope(a whopping 79.2%), in which a  Dominant Austin (56%) ends up showing you that he can indeed Edge and Overstim (52.2%) the fuck out of You (65.4%)  

Warnings: Dom/Sub, cock warming, timed cocksucking, unprotected PiV, a little shove/jolt to the chest, use of possessive pronouns, edging, overstimulation, cuming like a rockstar inside you, a fucking rockstar.

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"You don't think I could be a Dom?"

You aren’t sure exactly how you got here. Staring into his face, a pool of juices threatening to moisten your delicates. 

You had known Austin for years, both part of the same group of friends in your late teens and early twenties. Couples had broken up, people had gone their separate ways, but you still kept in touch with Austin, still cajoled him into dinner with you and a couple others every other month or so. At least when he’s in town.

This night, it had ended up being only you two for the first time, everyone else adulting so hard that they couldn’t make it. 

It had started as a dare between him and his then girlfriend years ago, before they broke up. They had been playing “Never have I ever” with their rowdy and now somewhat drunk group of friends. 

“Never have I ever read fanfic about Austin,” one of them had said.

Austin looked down, laughing and shy. You and his then girlfriend both laughed and took big swigs of your drinks. 

“You’ve never read one?” his girlfriend had said, looking at him shocked, “Oh babe, they are so funny you have to, I DARE you!” 

“This isn’t a game of truth or dare!” he had declared. 

“It is now!”  You had said, laughing.

You pulled up one on the laptop and started reading it outloud to the group. It was riotous. 

Then there were just a few odd stories, clumsily jotted down by (presumably) teens that had little to no clue about crafting a story, let alone how to use punctuation and grammar. The sex knowledge was basic, little more than ardent attempts to relieve the author's own horniness. With social media then in its fetal stages, being open about sex was a bit more taboo than now. 

“I dunno,” he had said when his girlfriend had rolled her eyes at the stories, “It’s weirdly flattering, if a little awkward. I think it’s brave of them to try and express themselves, even more so to actually put it out there.” He was so vulnerable and kind, even then. You thought it made him adorable and cute, especially so when his face was red with embarrassment. 

It has been years since you teased him about being an internet muse. But you never stopped reading them. It was your guilty pleasure, the one allowance you made yourself about your secret crush. 

“Remember those stories about you?” you had said not 10 minutes ago. You two had decided to stay in and make tacos and margaritas.  It had been so nice to reconnect with Austin, to see that he was still the same sweet guy and that the Hollywood machine wasn’t getting to him much.

“Oh god yes” he groaned, “I can only imagine what is out there now.” 

“Oh yeah, there are several good ones, even novel length ones,” you smirked at him.

“Wait, you’ve read them?!” he asked, eyes wide. 

“I get curious from time to time,” you had shrugged, “some are crazy accurate about your personality. Some are so far-fetched they are funny.” 

In all honesty, you had always thought Austin was hot. You had secretly wanted him then, but you’d never be that girl.  You had watched him be such an amazing boyfriend for so long. He was so kind and loving, you had watched as he took care of his Mom. You had seen his depths.  You loved him to his core, but he had always remained just your friend. When his fame skyrocketed and all you tried to be was just a safe place where he could still be himself.

You had no clue that he had been having those same thoughts about you for years.

“Far fetched? Like what?” he had asked, intrigued of what she thought about him.

“Oh, like you being twisted and dark, or manipulative,” you said as he shook his head, “or you being a top, a Dom. That one makes me laugh.” 

He agreed, he was not dark and twisted at heart, and he was nowhere near manipulative. But dominant? Clearly you had no clue what happens behind closed doors. You were about to find out. 

“Dominant? You don’t think I could be a Dom?” he had asked with a raised eyebrow.  

You had always been one of the leaders of the friend group, putting forth suggestions and making decisions when no one else wanted to. You actually liked to be dominated in bed. Given your secret crush on this man, you’d fantasized more than once about him, but never about him telling you what to do. The idea seemed absurd to you.

“You have always been so flexible and just going with the flow. I can’t remember a time that you spoke up, were contrary.  I mean like when we were trying to decide what to do or where to eat.”  You leaned across the table corner, putting your hand on his cheek, “Austin, you are just too sweet to take control like that.” 

His eyes had narrowed to slits, and he clamped his hand on your wrist. Your intake of breath was sharp and involuntary. Your eyes widen. Electricity crackles between you two. 

“Bold of you to assume that I’ve never dommed before. Do I need to show you?” his eyes on yours, his voice dropping low and nearly threatening. 

And now, here you were, your whole pelvic floor tight and locked in his intense gaze. You honestly can not breathe. 

You had always thought of him more like a puppy, a golden retriever eager to be around the people he loved and eager to please. This was a whole new side you’ve never seen before.  You should say no, shake his grip and laugh it away. But your desire rises, buffeted by the seriousness in his eyes and the slight flare to his nostrils. 

“Promises, promises,”  your voice is sultry as your hands touch his chest, outlining the muscles there. He didn’t used to be this big, this defined. 

“Oh, now it’s a challenge. I love a challenge,” his forehead crinkles slightly on the word ‘love’. 

His body is rising, leaning forward into you, his grip still tight on your wrist. Without a lick of hesitation, his lips are pressed to yours. It’s a soft kiss but with power behind it. Nothing about his movements, his words, or even his damn aura suggests that your lips weren’t his for the taking. 

His projection of power and dominance makes your will go slack and your knees weak. You think fleetingly you should just stop this, laugh it off as a joke, but you find that you simply can’t. Austin just makes you want to submit.

“Yeah, kiss me more,” you say. A feeble attempt to establish some kind of equilibrium in the situation. But he pulls away. 

“Safe word?” he asks, ignoring your request. 

“C- colors?” you can barely find your voice. “Green, yellow, red. I-if that’s ok?” you ask. Fuck why are you asking and not just telling him? Jesus, this took a turn quickly. 

He just nods his acquiescence. You lean forward to draw him into a kiss. He lets go of your wrist and leans further away, subtly keeping his high ground. 

He watches your irises expand in desire. He is internally amused at how very eager you are to submit to him. Had he known, he would have tried this years ago. You had always been such a powerhouse of a friend. Always calling shots, always planning events and making things happen. He had admired your commitment and effort in being his friend. You had always sparked him, but one or both of you always seemed unavailable. He had indeed intended to talk with you about friends with benefits, but never had he hoped an opening like this would arise. It is perfect. 

“Have I rectified your opinion of my ability to take control?” he asks, voice like honey. 

“Yes,” is all you can breathe out. 

“Now for a most important question… color?” He is looking down at you from under his long beautiful eyelashes, his fingers tracing over your shoulders. 

It takes you a second to realize that he is asking if you want to continue, for permission to keep going. You know that he would stop right now if you said it, but at this moment, wild horses couldn't drag the word ‘red’ from your lips. 

‘Fuck, there is no way you are going to NOT do this,’ you tell yourself, ‘He is just too fine to turn down.’

“Green?” he prompts when you don’t answer.  

“Super Green,” your body yearns towards him, begging him without words. 

“Heh heh heh,” his chuckle rumbles low in his throat at your movie reference. His bottom lip is pulled in by his tongue and captured with his teeth. 

“I must confess, I was hoping, with us being alone tonight, that maybe we could….. open up to new possibilities in our friendship,” he brushes hair back from your face. “And here you are being such a gem for me, like a little pearl waiting under all those clothes.” He sits back in his chair and crosses his legs. “Now be a good girl and take them off,” his voice simply requires obedience.

It was a test really, to see if you would, to see if you really meant it. He watches as you stand.

Your clothes seem to peel themselves off. You are surprised when you pull your panties off that they don’t stick to your labia with how turned on you are at this moment. 

“MMM, good girl,” he praises as he stands, towering above you. His hand snakes around the back of your neck, you can feel the rings on his fingers against your occiput. 

“I think such good submissiveness earned you a kiss,” he lowers those perfect lips to yours. His tongue draws light lines, gently pressing them open. He’s fucking good at it, the kissing. Your arms wrap around him, wanting to feel more of him against you. Being naked with him clothed adds an extra element to his dominance.

“I feel it’s only fair to warn you, that I’m gonna fuck you until you know nothing but my cock and my name,” his smile deviant and sexy as all hell. 

He reaches behind him, grabbing your wrists again. 

“Do you want my cock, little Pearl?” he asks, lips still brushing yours.

Being asked this question erases any semblance of ‘real world’. Your only reality is the one in which you are stark naked, wet between the thighs, and under the thrall of the most divine form of man since The David was sculpted. And if that form happened to belong to one of your closest friends for years? So be it. 

“Oh god yeah” you say, nothing but honesty from your lips. 

He brings your hands to the button fly on his jeans. 

“Then take it out,” his voice vibrating with desire.

You rub your palm against him, god you’ve always wanted to see what he was packing in here. 

“I didn’t tell you to fondle me,” his voice is slightly disapproving, “Just take. My cock. Out.” 

He doesn't have to do anything more than speak slowly and distinctly and you are rushing to obey him. Shaking hands undo the top button on his fly, pulling the rest apart a little too eagerly but with a satisfying little rip.  You see the little spot of wetness on his boxer briefs where his tip was pressed to the fabric.

Your fingertips dive into the waistband, pulling it out and down. His shaft strains against  the lip of fabric keeping it in. Your hand gently slides down under his balls, nested in blonde curls. You cup them and his shaft, pulling them free. He groans out a little breath as you touch him. Your fingers and eyes linger on his cock. His shaft is long. You had assumed so. It only made sense considering his long limbs and hands.  But his pretty cock, laced lightly in blue veins, was girthy too. He seemed to get harder under your touch.  

“Better,” he says, “Put it in your mouth,” he will brook no argument. 

Oh god, did he have any clue? Any idea at all how much you loved cock in your mouth? You don’t think you’ve ever said it outloud, at least not in his presence. 

You sink to your knees wetting your lips on the way. Immediately your tongue is out like a supplicant waiting for communion. 

He angles himself down and places his rosy pink tip on your tongue. Your eyes flutter in pleasure as you close over him. Your hand comes to his base to hold him. You slowly  begin to suck and move up and down on him.

“I didn’t say to move or suck.” he says, grabbing your head, “and hands off, you do only what I say, little Pearl.’ 

His phone goes off and he reaches for it. “Hmmm,” he says, reading the text. He spends the next few minutes on his phone, with you on your knees in front of him, his cock in your mouth, unmoving. Spit begins to collect, dribbling out the corners.  After all, he didn’t say you could swallow. 

Making you hold him in your mouth while he goes about dealing with whatever needs his attention on his phone is probably the most casually dominant thing he could do. You had no idea it would be such a damn turn on. 

He sneaks occasional peeks down at you and his cock twitches in your mouth. You look so fucking good warming his dick. It takes every ounce of his training not to thrust into your mouth.  When he finishes doing nothing more than just playing the daily wordle on his phone, he pets your head with one hand, thumbing at his phone with the other.

“What a good little gem you are,” he praises. “Now, you have three minutes to show me what you can do with your mouth.” He clicks the timer on his phone, slides his fingers to his base to hold himself steady, “Go.” 

With a little moan, you move your head back and forth, spreading all the spit on his cock. Your tongue rubs the underside of his head. Your hands stay at your sides, yearning for him to tell you what a good girl you are for him.  You create a little suction, twisting your head. He feels so luxurious in your mouth. When you hear his appreciative moans you start losing yourself, your hips start squirming, your pussy pulsing, seeking friction. 

The timer goes off and he pulls away, your tongue chases after him with a little whine. He leans down, bending low at the waist. 

“I didn’t know you were such a good cockwhore, you sweet little thing with your sweet little tongue, “ he murmurs shakily in your ear, “now kiss me with that beautiful dirty mouth before I cum in it.” 

He is insistent, kissing you hard. His tongue demands attention from your own.  It’s too short lived, you want more when he pulls away. Your eyes plead as he straightens. 

“So needy.” he smiles. “Get my clothes off first,  my sweet Pearl.” he stands with his hands out, toeing off his shoes. 

Oh lordy, you hadn’t realized just how much you wanted this, how much you had repressed your desire for him. You pull his jeans and underwear into a puddle at his feet. He steps out of them. You stand up catching the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. It takes all of 15 seconds to have him naked and towering in front of you. His hands run up and down your arms, thumbs grazing your tits. 

You are just staring at him, as though you’ve never seen him before. And in a way, you haven’t, not stripped, not naked. You have always known his calm, quiet charisma, but the change in him is uncanny. He is literally giving off preternatural god-like vibes. You seriously would not be surprised to see wings sprout from his back or a rim of light sparkling behind him.

He holds your head, leaning down to kiss you fiercely. Walking you backwards, he shoves the blanket covered ottoman up against the couch with one foot. When your  calves hit the low stool, one of his hands drops to your vulva. The pads of his long fingers running along your thankfully well trimmed muff. 

“So wet little Pearl,” he croons, rubbing his fingers together in front of your face, “is this all for me?” he says just before he licks a flat tongue up the seam of his fingers and sucks off his tips. 

You nod, your tongue is out, craving oral input.

“Oh you want some too?” his hand is back between your legs. He taps your thighs and you step apart automatically. His long fingers worm their way between your lips with little circles. Your eyes start to close. 

“No no, you look right here,” his hand tightens on your neck. Your eyes open to his blue orbs mesmerizing  you. 

His fingers sink into you with a squelch. He swirls his fingers in deep.

“Gah, oh, huh,’ you moan at him, eyes locked. 

A slow smile creeps up the corner  of his lips as he pulls out two slick fingers and offers them to your mouth. 

“Clean them off,” his voice is calm, with a hint of ‘or else’ in it. 

You suck his fingers, not knowing how hot tasting yourself would be.  Your hips pulse of their own accord. You don’t care how wanton you seem, you want him. 

“Lay back sweet thing,” he licks at his lips, he fucking wants you, to be burried inside you, to feel your hot wetness suck his cock in. 

You are on your back in a heartbeat with Austin kneeling between your legs. 

The absolute fuck-me look that Austin gives you as he presses your legs apart nearly breaks you. But when he yanks your ass forward with a growl,  you are intangibly wrecked. 

“Please fuck me, Austin. Oh god I want you,” you whimper unprompted. 

“Oh needy baby, Daddy’s got what you want, right here,” his tip is slipping up and down against your clit.

Your glutes are flexing, pressing your hips hungrily towards him. 

“Now, now, I want to watch as I push inside,” he presses your legs apart and spreads your labia with his fingers,

His pink head splits you. Stretches you. Its so good.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans, “that’s my good girl, taking me so well.” 

The way his long fingers hold your lips apart, the way his sizable cock is stretching you, the way he’s taking his time, going slow like there is not a thing else he has to do in the world. Holy fuck it’s good, better than good. 

“Take it all now, little Pearl,” he pushes deep. 

Austin’s cock slowly works your juicy pussy with little squelching sounds. Nothing but unrestrained noises of pleasure flow from you. 

“Your pretty little lips spreading around me is fucking glorious, and this,” he flicks your clit lightly with a finger, “is all swollen and sensitive.” 

Your body curls up towards him in pleasure, as you squeal. 

His warm, long fingered hand splays out on your chest, thumb under one breast. He leans towards you, lightly pinning you down as his hips fluidly surge forward and glide out in a slow, steady pace. 

The hand on your sternum is commanding, even though it’s only lightly placed. 

He is watching you carefully as he works in you,  watching for signs that your orgasm is building. Signs like your breath coming short, and the little red blotches creeping across your chest. Your repeated ‘ohs’ stretch into longer sounds.  Just when he sees authentic pleasure threaten to cross your face, he stops all his movement, with just his tip in. 

He wants to watch you become desperate and needy for him. 

What the fuck is he doing stopping just when it’s getting good? Maybe he’s trying not to cum? You open your eyes only to find that he is watching you intently. Not deep breathing and thinking of Rome or whatever. Clearly not in danger of losing control of himself. His eyebrow lifts as if to say “oh pet, your orgasm is mine for the giving”

Your forehead creases as you rock your hips back and forth. 

The wordless exchange peaks his resolve and he starts up his shallow pistoning inside you again. His fingers that were spreading you, now press your upper lips together. Fuck it feels good.

The pressure starts building again, your moans getting louder. His fingers start working back and forth, rolling your clit between your labia. It strikes you, just how fucking good Austin is with your clit, with his fingers. Your hips open more fully to him, rocking with his thrusts.  

Abruptly, he takes his hand and cock away like your pussy is a hot plate.  Your eyes fly open and you try to sit up. You are nearly incensed to find him slyly smiling down at you, chuckling. The pressure of his hand on your chest increases, holding you still, holding you down.

Austin watches your split second anger, then the emotions of frustration, surprise and burning desire flit across your face. It’s exactly what he wants, for you to ride that edge, to know that your pleasure belongs to him. He spreads your empty pussy and lets a long line of spit drip from his mouth. You gasp as it plops, cool onto your naked clit. 

It’s fucking hot.

He lines up his dick and begins again, this time going faster. His thumb works your lubed clit. Your eyes flutter closed. Your moans come back, the red reaches for your neck, your back starts to arch and fists clench. 

He stops. 

“God DAMMIT!” you curse, fuming. You were thirty seconds from creaming his cock. Not used to having your orgasm dangled in front of you like a carrot on a string, your hand instinctively dives for your clit. You’ll finish it, if he won’t. 

“Oh no you don’t,” his voice is calm as he captures both your wrists. His long fingers wrap around them and press back into your chest. You still feel wild, pent up energy making your hips buck, begging for friction against his cock. He jolts your joined hands into your chest, bringing you up short.

Your eyes widen in sudden surprise as you freeze, breath pushed from you.

“Now, now” he says in total control. 

It’s sexy as fuck.  

“Do you want more of this cock?” his blue eyes sparkle through his downward gaze as he  leans over you, holding you down. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

You blink at him, unbelievably turned on and unbelievably close to cumming hard. All you want is to carreen over the edge. 

“Do you?” His measured voice is like melted butter over you as he lets up his pressure on your torso.  

You just nod slowly, keeping eye contact. 

Austin hadn’t actually planned on dominating you like this right out of the gate. Having your responsive sexy body under him at last  and at his mercy was trippy as hell and he is digging deep to find restraint.

“Tell me you want it,”he breathes, struggling to keep himself still.

“I do,” you whisper. 

“Not like that,” he says disappointed, starting to pull out. He is shocked that he can actually feign withdrawal because he wants nothing more than to plow into you over and over until your hot, wet pussy sucks the cum from him. 

“Fuck, Austin,” you say with a clenched jaw. You stare up at him. He is frozen above you, on his knees between your legs with his cock tip barely touching your entrance. His abdomen taut, chest and shoulder muscles popping with definition as he holds himself over you.  He licks his lips, waiting. 

Oh fucking goddess in heaven, he is beyond hot, beyond sexy. He is a fucking masterpiece.  

“I want your cock, please, please.  I want it driving into me. Hard and fast until I can’t think straight. Please,  I want it so bad,” you are only a little surprised at how readily you beg for Austin’s cock. 

He had planned to make you wait, but the intensity of your plea is just too fucking much. With a low growl he plunges into you to the hilt. Deep and hard in, slow out. Over and over and over. Hard. Deep. Slow. Hard. Deep. Slow. He watches your eyes roll back into your head and your neck arch and your chest turn blotchy again. 

When he finally gives it to you, it’s like everything else pales in comparison. You may as well have never been fucked before. Your walls are clamping down on him with each stroke.  His cock fills you and you are lost in the pure bliss of being fucked so deep and so masterfully. Then his palm is shaking on your mons, the mound of his thumb pressing into your clit. Thirty seconds is all you need, maybe a minute. The red advances, along with your moans. He digs his thumb a little harder onto your clit. 

Filthy things start falling unbidden from your mouth. 

“Oh yes, don’t stop, please. Fuck my pussy!  Fuck my pussy! It’s so good. Fuhuhuhuhck ME!!!” you wail under him.  Your back arches, muscles clenching, hips shaking. 

Austin’s grip on your wrists tighten, using them as leverage to do your bidding. His hips snap deep, hard, fast; ramming into your now sodden slit.  

You are so damn gorgeous thrashing for him, coming completely undone. A woman cumming is the most erotic thing, and he loves to be up close and experiencing it with all his senses.

“Ohgod ‘stoomuch, no no!” you are shaking your head side to side under him, your climax overwhelming you. 

You are bucking against his grip, pushing him away and yet wanting him to never stop. Never stop pummeling your cunt, never stop making you cum on the end of his gorgeous dick. Waves of pleasure roll over you. This is what you didn’t know you were missing all this time. To be fucked so deeply and thoroughly from a man so beautiful and talented that you can’t remember your own name. Only his. 

“OH MY GOD, AU- AU- AUS-TIIIN!!!” 

Your screaming of his name is what finally does him in. He lets go of your hands and all of his own control, chasing his own pleasure now. His thrusts become erratic as his cum rises in his balls. He pushes deeper still with a death grip on your hips.  Driving, driving, driving into you. His orgasm comes in waves, spurt after spurt fountains inside you.  His head is bent forward over you, eyes screwed shut, a roar spilling from his open mouth. His spine jerks with each separate surge. 

He wants to collapse on your panting, arched form. Suddenly, and weirdly he feels too gentlemanly to do so, even though he is still balls deep in you. He slumps forward instead, sweaty forehead inches from where his hands held you down.

You wrap your arms around him in a sudden roll reversal, you pull him down, cradling his body to yours. 

As you recover breath, Austin’s dominant and your submissive energies drain slowly away. Realization starts to dawn on you of what you and Austin just did, what it might mean for your friendship. You refuse to let this feel awkward. You tighten your arms around him,

“I stand giddily corrected. Austin you can dominate me any old time,” you say softly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, “ he says, “oh not the dom part per se, just have sex with you.”

“Probably about as long as I’ve wanted it.” you say casually. 

He lifts his head with a furrowed brow. “Really? Me?” 

“Yes, you” you shake your head at him, so humble and so fucking good at anything he sets his mind to. “And that was surely ‘a new possibility to our friendship’, ” you mimic his words and tone from earlier, smiling down at him.

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Woman in Red CH 11/?

Chapter 11: Mogren Beach

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!), Angst, fellatio,

A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3

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Chapter 11: Mogren Beach

Their stopover in Iceland was fun. A driver took the five of them in a limo, possibly the only one on the island,  to see the Bridge Between Continents. It was an actual foot bridge that spanned a fissure between the North American and Eurasian tectonic plates. After they went to the Blue Lagoon for about four hours, Aya treated them all to facials and in-water massages and bought them all lunch. They left all noodly and relaxed. When they climbed into the limo,  Stacey plopped down next to Austin and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. 

“A girls gotta nap after that, especially if she’s gotta fly the plane.” She closed her eyes and snuggled into his chest.  Austin, having little choice in the matter, just shrugged and pulled her close.  Charlie sat down on his other side and he offered his arm to her as well. She smiled at him and snuggled in too, though because of her height, she leaned back more on his shoulder. His eyes felt heavy too as the car started.  Aya and Shaya talked in quiet tones across from them. 

When they get to the plane, Stacey’s eyes pop open. She stretches, kisses a groggy Austin hard on the mouth, then literally bounds from the car to start preflight checks. 

Aya giggles and gets out as Austin rubs his eyes, Charlie plants a kiss on his cheek and gets out too. 

Shaya shakes their head. “That girl is like a damn fairy, I’ll tell you what. But maybe that’s what makes her such a good pilot,” they smile at Austin. “She likes you, that’s not always the case. She’s picky. I like you too, you are a good man. But I need to tell you, I love Aya like a sister, so don’t you fuck her up.” 

“It is my deepest intent not to do so,” he says seriously. “I am” he hesitates,  “well let’s say I’m coming to care for her too.” 

“Mmm, hmmm, just be mindful, she’s more fragile than she wants to let on.” Shaya pats his knee kindly then follows their cohort to the plane. 

“What was Shaya telling you?” Aya asks, taking his hand as he finally emerges from the vehicle. “Just how much they love you,” he smiles, “everyone seems to. Love you that is.” His eyes go soft as he looks at her. 

She looks at him briefly, smiling, before quickly looking down.  It only takes an instant for her inner self to recognize what those words and that gaze mean. She’s seen makeshift attempts before, but only once was it true. Only once before did it pierce her heart, and it ended up tearing her soul.   And she was not about to repeat that shit, nope, nope, nope.  She shoves those thoughts aside and looks back at him with a smile. 

Aya’s seemingly bashful glance down seems uncharacteristic of her. She is shaking her head and he could see the pink rising in her face. Weird, her self confidence is usually all encompassing, why did the mention of people loving her make her curl inward.  He is about to lift her chin when she looks at him with a huge fake smile. “Let’s go”, is all she says. 

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The rest of the flight to Montenegro was uneventful. Unless you count that Stacey invited Austin into the cockpit. To be fair,  he was genuinely interested, having learned to fly old B-17’s for his stint on Masters of the Air. He had a basic understanding of flight and asked relevant questions. It fucking turned her on. 

“This is what autopilot was literally invented for, thank you Lawrence Sperry,”  she flipped the switch and practically leapt onto him, straddling his lap as he sat in the jumpseat behind hers. 

“Whoa, Stacey, we should check with Aya first, sweetheart, ” Austin said, turned on himself, but still feeling weird about all this freedom with sex. 

“I told you she’d eat you alive,” said Aya from behind them.  Her arms came around his neck. “You are not beholden to me Austin, fuck her if you’d like.” She leaned in to kiss his ear. ‘Good,’ she thinks, ‘let Stacey distract him.’ He grabbed her hand, holding it to his chest. 

“Yes, fuck me if you’d like,” Stacey’s smile was sweet but her eyes are pure wolf. She was grinding on his hard cock as her pencil skirt rode high on her hips. 

He did. 

She didn’t even take her underwear off, just pulled them to the side after pulling him out of his joggers.  She was fast and hard and furious, but quieter this time, not wanting to disturb Shaya in the bunks just behind the cockpit.  Aya stayed and held his hand the whole time, kissing his neck, whispering how hot it was telling him to watch as her tight little slit swallowed him whole.  He thrust up into her again and again. After she came, she got off him, his still hard cock bouncing.

“You got him  from here, yeah Aya?” She said kissing her then settling back down to fly the plane. 

“Indeed,” she pulled him off the seat as he tried to tuck himself back into his pants. He wasn’t sure he liked fucking Stacey, she kinda kept using him and leaving him hanging. Although right now it didn't matter, because Aya was coaxing him to the bedroom. Aya was kissing him. Aya was rubbing her pussy back and forth on his hand to show her how wet watching them had made her. Aya was laying back offering herself to his pleasure. Aya was gripping him, shaking with the force of her orgasm. Legs, arms and cunt wrapped around him as he spilled into her yet again. Aya was holding him to her breast and stroking his hair. Aya, all for Aya. 

When they emerged,  Charlie fed them. He read his script, making notes in the margins. Aya did some work on her laptop. Soon they were landing, parking and going through customs, all of them. 

They piled into a big SUV, for about a half hour through the dark countryside, dotted with billboards that floated into the view of the headlights and winked out again. They went through a tunnel and shortly after, they entered what looked like a resort town and stopped at a fancy apartment building.  After getting keycards from the front desk, they rode the elevator up. 

“Ding” they stopped at the topmost floor. 

“This is us” says Shaya, pressing her cheek to Aya, making kissing noises, then does the same to Austin. 

Stacey pulled him down to her for a deep french kiss before turning on her heel and dragging her bag out into the hall. Charlie pressed her full lips to his ,”night night” she said sweetly and left. 

Why they were doing this here and not in the hallway, Austin didn’t know or question. He had gotten quickly past wondering why this crew did all the things they did. Austin made to pick up his bag and follow them. 

“Nope,” said Aya, pressing her keycard to the pad in the elevator. The doors closed and Austin looks at the panel of buttons then at her, confused. They were at the top, weren’t they?

She just pointed up as the elevator rose further and then opened onto a dark covered patio. She steps out, pressing her keycard to another pad on the wall. 

“Sasha, turn on the lights and open the door please,” she says loudly.

The lights come on inside a wall of windows that he hadn’t even registered, the door to his left clicks open. The patio is covered in plants and potted trees, a sunning deck is off to the right. He can just make out patio furniture in the dark. The darkness of the ocean is all he can see beyond. 

She beckons him in. The foyer has an inlaid mosaic on the floor, a coat closet to the left, a bedroom and bathroom directly across from the main door. A wide hallway leads to the right. It is lined with full  bookshelves on its left and the glass windows looking out on the patio to the right. It opens into a beautiful modern kitchen with white cabinets and sleek lines. There is  a huge black marble two level island with a sink in the middle with bar height seating across the back. 

The room has a vaulted ceiling and extends into a dining space where a black topped table with white chairs sits. Past that is the living space with a huge curved white couch, a thick black rug covers most of the white stone floor and a big abstract black and white painting hangs on the wall.  The floor to ceiling windows extend the whole wall to the right, broken only by a double sided gas fireplace that serviced the patio as well. The far wall across the end of the room was also nothing but windows and standing in the corner was a pearl white grand piano. 

“Wow, this is lovely Aya.  What made you decide to buy a place here?" he asks as he sets down his bag. 

“Do you remember when you were in my work apartment that first night and I told you that I own a few buildings you couldn’t see from there?”

He just nods.

“Well, you can see one of them now,” she opens her arms. 

“The whole building?” he is a little flabbergasted. He knew upscale and this building was it. 

“Yup, the crew is in a three bedroom unit downstairs that I rent out as a VRBO, along with several others, but this is my Mediterranean Sanctuary, only I stay here.” 

“Oh, well I’ll go see about getting a room then,” he teases, picking up his bag, “I suppose Charlie might be willing to share.” 

“Ok, ok, me and my guests,” she rolls her eyes trying to cover the unnervingly possessive feeling that just sprouted from his words. 

Austin chuckles as Aya goes to the fridge.  It’s filled with her favorite fresh local things. She needed to give her housekeeper an extra bonus. She pours sparkling water from a big glass bottle into a stemless wine glass, offering one to Austin as well. They wander into the living space. 

“Do you play?” he indicates the piano. 

“I did as a kid, but my teacher kinda messed it up for me.” Aya says sitting on the wide bench and flipping the fallboard open. 

“Oh no! What happened.” Austin sits next to her. 

“Oh she just yelled a lot when I didn’t practice, which made stubborn little me want to practice less.” She plays a chord, the piano perfectly in tune. “ She told me I could be a concert pianist, that I was progressing so fast. But even if it could have been a passion for me, her attitude made me quit.” She plays a volley of notes that stream into Vivaldi’s Summer. She abruptly stops, looking at Austin and shrugging. 

“That is horrible.” he says, laying his fingers on the keys, “I mean, she was, not your playing." He wraps his arms around her waist, planting a loving kiss on her forehead, "you just keep amazing me, at every turn.” 

“C’mon, I’ll show you the rest,” she pulls away from him, her heart pressing against her chest. She doesn't want to feel this way, she tells herself.

There are double doors on the wall behind the dining table. It opens up into a huge bedroom dominated by a massive wooden four poster bed.  Each corner has an ornately carved pillar. In contrast to the stark black and white of the other rooms, this room is decorated in complex reds and deep browns and light creams. There is a Moroccan flair to the decor with rich, lavish fabrics, carved wooden pieces and elaborate wall sconces. There is a rug so thick you could sink your toes completely into it, if you tried. There are two doors to the left, each ornamented above with subtle moorish arches. One to the big bathroom, the other to the walk-in closet. To the right was, shockingly,  more windows with thick curtains tied to each side and billowing out in graceful curves.  Situated in front of the glass is a massive clawfoot tub, big enough for two people, possibly three if one was Stacey-sized. 

“This was supposed to be a three bedroom penthouse, but I insisted that they make this big master suite  instead. I don’t need that many bedrooms," Aya explains as she shows him the bathroom. 

“I feel like I’m on an old hollywood movie set, Casablanca or something,” he says with a smile, pulling her in close. 

She supposes she could toss out that famous line, but just now she can't remember what it is. Austin is simply too close, smells too good, is too distracting.  She stays in his embrace this time. Her heart pounding in her chest, swelling despite her wishes. The heart wants what the heart wants. 

They decided they were tired enough to at least try to sleep, considering the local time was nearly 1:30 AM. She again offered him the spare bedroom, in case he wanted some space. Usually, she preferred it that way, needing her own space,  but she was finding his company was easy. Filled with calm quiet spaces that, oddly, she didn’t feel the need to fill. 

“Why would I pass up the opportunity to be fucked in my sleep?” he teases her. “No really, please fuck me in my sleep anytime you want,” he says seriously. 

“Oh I don’t think I want to wait until you are asleep,” she puts her arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss. A kiss that ended up with Austin seeing just how luxurious the carpet really was and just how deep he could get his toes into the pile. 

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The next day, the rising sun pierces into the room and right into their faces between the forgotten curtains. They hunker down into the sheets, both mentally cursing. 

When they do get up, the sun has crept across the room. They eat a quick breakfast and set out to see Budva and walk off some of the jet lag. They walk the old town and have lunch there.  They don’t see the three others at all. 

“They like to do their own thing.” she comments when he asks, “Sometimes Charlie likes to hang out by the marina. She has a thing for boats.  Shaya is shopping or hiking, I'd bet my life on it. Stacey is likely sleeping in so she can haunt the bars later, she likes to troll for men.” Aya says, she thinks of all the times she has joined in on those one night stands. They don’t seem as appealing as they used to.  

The walk to Mogren Beach is less than 15 minutes. There are a moderate amount of people out today. They sunbathe for a while, then he drags her out to the deeper water to play and swim in the crystal clear waters. 

Aya tries to keep herself in check in this public place.  The water dripping and sparkling off his bare chest,  and his muscles rippling, makes it tough. But more than anything, seeing him laugh makes her yearn for him. She finds it unnerving and delicious all at the same time. 

At one point, she leaps on him, trying to dunk him. Caught unawares he goes under. He turns, grabs her and erupts from the water, tossing her. Her arms flail and splash as she too, goes under. She comes up sputtering and laughing. He is right there, pulling her up into his arms. Salty seawater flavors his tongue as it sweeps against her bottom lip. Her legs wrap around his waist in the water, pressing herself needily against him. They both forget entirely where they are. They both are ready to pull aside their respective suit bottoms and fuck right there, despite the universal knowledge that water is a terrible lubricant. 

“Aya,” he breathes his blue eyes shimmering like the surface of the water, “I- I -” 

“Ohmigawd! are you like, Austin Butler?” A young woman, barley not a teenager, is on a float raft and paddling towards them. 

Austin lets out a breath, turning toward the young fan with his practiced smile. Thankful for the fact that the water was deep enough to hide his hard-on. 

He is practically the archetype of humility and politeness as she gushes about his performances and flirts with him openly. He asks her name and where she is from; kind to his core. He smiles and waves his little finger-tip wave towards a couple other girls who titter and refuse to approach. Their phones are out and pointed towards the three of them. The girl asks if he would pose for the cameras. He goes to put his arm around Aya, who is patiently waiting beside him.  As the girl turns, she ‘accidentally’ falls off into the water in front of him triggering the oldest of male instincts. He puts out his arms to catch her. The girl thrashes in the water, screaming that she can’t swim, then is clinging to him with her arms around his neck.

“Whoa, whoa, it’s ok, you can touch here.”  He grabs her wrist and peels her arms away from him, setting her on her feet. 

Aya, who has been utterly ignored in this interaction, scoffs and tries not to roll her eyes as the girl nearly cries about how he saved her life. 

“No, no it was nothing, you would've been fine, it was nice to meet you,” he dismisses her, with a nod of his head and turns back to Aya. The girl grabs her raft and starts back to her friends. Half way there she is saying loudly, “Did you see that, holy fuck I could totally feel it, it was so big.  Oh my god!” As though Austin and Aya can’t hear. 

“You wanna go?” Aya asks, seeing Austin’s cheeks turn red. 

Austin takes a big breath and nods, “Yeah, I’m sorry, we’d better. That was….” he shakes his head in disbelief.

They make their way back to the beach. Austin’s mouth is a grim line as he watches the shoreline for cameras and protectively holds Aya’s hand. He is mentally kicking himself that he let his guard down. He’d gotten so comfortable, so focused on Aya, that he had forgotten himself, quite literally. How could he be so stupid.

He stomps up to their pile of things, pulling a towel out quickly. He tosses it around her shoulders before yanking one around himself. He knows that if he’s outed here, it’ll be a matter of minutes before lenses will be focused on them. “Whoa there sailor,” says Aya holding up a hand, “we aren’t in any hurry.”  She lets the unneeded towel fall off her shoulders. It was like his fun self had been doused with cold water.  

“I just want to protect you,” he says, fumbling in his haste to pull her towel back up.

“Austin,” she puts her hand on his cheek, “I’ve made it this far in life, I’m not worried about some teenage shenanigans.” 

“It’s not that,” he looks hard into her eyes, trying to silently make up for his lack.

“What is it then,” her voice is curious. 

“It’s you,” he looks at the blue sky, trying to figure out  what he even means,  “I just…” 

“Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?” Aya’s eyes narrow at him. 

“What!?” his eyes flick back to hers, brows stitched together, “Why would you even think…”. He blows out an exasperated breath. He’s more upset at the idea, than at her for thinking it. “Look, can we just get back to the apartment and talk about it in private,” he snaps. 

“Sure,” she says, her lips pursed. Suddenly, she is very upset.  Maybe it’s his snapping at her after being so sweet to that stupid girl. Or maybe it's just his assuming she needed his protection. Silently and quickly, they gather their things and leave. He tries to take her hand, but she steps out ahead of him, out of reach. Her mind starts hamster-wheeling stupid things, dredging up those old fucking tapes again: she isn’t pretty enough, young enough, thin enough. God dammit, she thought those were dead, buried, burned! She is more mad at herself for those thoughts than anything else. Seeing a crack form in the chained iron box, buried in layers of denial and old scars, locked in the dark cell in the depths of her mental dungeon, her fear tries to wiggle its way to the surface. ‘What else might he dredge from the catacombs?’ it says. She forcibly shoves it away, but not before tears begin to sting her eyes.

Austin swears softly under his breath. He follows her retreating form. He isn’t sure what just happened or why he was snapping at her. This kind of incident, being approached by strangers, was his current life. In truth, it was rarely that bad, but maybe she couldn’t handle his fame? He rejects the thought immediately. Ridiculous, she was far too outgoing and definitely too confident for that.  Was she jealous of that girl, that child?  How could she be? Literally yesterday she had encouraged him, then watched as he fucked someone else. She told him it turned her on.  She had said he wasn’t beholden to her. Shaya had said she was more fragile than she wanted to let on. Maybe he should let that come to the surface before he told her just how much she had affected him, just how much he wanted to be ‘beholden’ to her. 

The walk back was silent, at first her steps were rapid and angry as they walked the trail between the rock cliff and the sea. It wasn’t as if she was trying to get away from him. In reality,  she was actually trying to outpace her own thoughts.  By the time they got to the city park, three blocks from the building, she had slowed down as though she had outwalked her initial reactions. She wipes the tears she hadn’t acknowledged yet with the back of her hand, then holds it out behind her, toward Austin, hoping he’ll take it. 

Her fast pace was surprising to him, but not hard to keep up with. He stayed a pace or two behind her, letting her lead, letting her fume. He wasn’t sure where he was going at any rate. After the first five minutes he decided there had to be more to her reaction than he realized, that he would just wait  and let her lead this. He knew that he was actually mad at himself for putting them in a position like that, for forgetting where they were and what could happen. 

‘It’s not like we were in real danger,’ he  thinks to himself. ‘There was little I could do differently, besides ignore that girl.’ He starts to talk himself off the ledge of his anger.

He really tried to not let his fame stop him from doing things, albeit with differing levels of success. But he had been dealing with this in some capacity all his life, she had not. He could’ve at least warned her or explained instead of being tight and upset.  Instead he was pretending that he was just a normal nobody the whole time he was with her. It was all he wanted when he was with her, to just be a guy.   Maybe, he thought as they walked in silence, just maybe that girls’ interruption was a sign that he should slow down. Fuck, what he had nearly confessed to Aya in that moment! Her pace slowed so gradually that he didn't notice it until her hand reached for him.  He closes the gap instantly, threading his fingers gently with hers, grateful for the peace offering. His fingers touch the wetness on the back of her hand. He is jolted with the realization that she had been crying.

When his hand laces into hers, a breath she didn't know she was holding escapes her lungs and her shoulders release. She keeps walking, leading him in through the palm trees, rubber plants and weeping figs to a spot she knows. She slows to a stop in the shade of a tall nettle tree, surrounded by hedges. 

“I’m sorry Austin,” she says, to his surprise. “I know you are not embarrassed to be seen with me.” 

“Oh my god no,” his hand nearly leaps to caress her cheek, “whatever would I have to be embarrassed about, Aya? You are so beautiful, smart, adventurous, confident and totally amazing.” 

“Yeah well, clearly not all the time,” she leans into his hand, “I just let some old bullshit get the better of me, that’s all. Can you forgive me?” He tilts her face up and she finally looks at him, her eyes slightly red with tears. 

“There is nothing to forgive, Aya,  we all have old bullshit that gets the better of us sometimes.” His plush lips press softly and briefly onto hers. “And I’m sorry too.” 

Her eyebrows crease in a frown. “For what?” He can’t possibly mean for those girls, he didn’t make them do that?

“For snapping at you, for letting my guard down,” he answers looking up, “for not paying attention to what was going on around us.” 

“Thank you for the apology Austin” she says simply. 

 “I should’ve… I don’t know…” He looks back down to her, “been better prepared or something. They aren’t usually that…invasive.” He shakes his head, still beating himself up.  “And there will be photos, Aya.” 

“What on earth could you have done, you can’t control other people,” she says matter of factly. “Fuck the photos. I’ve had photos taken of me before.  What are we going to do, hide forever? Never go out for dinner or get groceries or go to the movies or enjoy an outing? Live like hermits?”

Groceries, dinner, movies, we, forever:  these words stick sharp in his mind. These words are couple words, partner words. His heart leaps as his mind begins flashing spontaneous scenes involving those words, a potential future that sparks so much joy in him. He gives his head a little shake to bring him back to the here and now.  

“You are right, I know better, they can’t dictate our lives,” he sighs, 'hopefully our life, someday’ he thinks.

She hears the slight longing in the word ‘our’. Shit, what did she start? But she suppresses on. 

“I am well aware of your status and that people will recognize you. I’m sure there are measures to be taken. Let me add to your list of my supposed qualities: I’m also stubborn. I refuse to let other people’s behavior dictate to me where I go and what I do. How do you think I got where I am?” 

“Yes, of course. It's just, we were having such a good track record and I got lulled into a false sense of security. I’m so sorry,  I just feel I should have-” she touches his lips with her finger. 

“Should’ve, would’ve could’ve,” she says softly, ignoring the pet name, “it’s done now and there is nothing to be sorry about.”

“Well I was snappy at you,” he says against her finger, pleading into her eyes.

“And I forgive you.” her hand slides to his jaw, “So stop beating yourself up over nothing. Okay?”

“Okay,” his eyes soften into hers. In the space of one breath, he sees that the very thing that might have driven a wedge between them, instead has him falling deeper. 

The look in his eyes says it all. She knows exactly what is happening and try as she might, she feels it too. She should run, says her protective half, run to her penthouse and lock it behind her. Hide, run, evade, anything to stop this descent.  But she is rooted to the spot like the trusty trees around her, so she falls, kicking, clawing but oh so quietly. 

The walk back was meandering, quiet and hand in hand.  They made a stop at a restaurant on the way, getting take-out as neither of them felt like cooking and both were famished. 

They ate an early dinner on the terrace, after taking separate but quick showers. Neither of them said much more other than to comment on the food or the view. 

Austin stood and picked up the plates. He was standing at the sink when Aya came in a few minutes later, wondering where he had gone. He had a sink full of bubbles and was washing dishes by hand despite the fact that the dishwasher was standing at the ready. She didn’t question it, only hoped that this dish-washer might also be ready and willing. 

She comes up behind him, wrapping her arms around him and lays her cheek on his back.  

“Are you tired?” she asks. It’s early evening but jet lag and the events of the day might dictate an early night.  

“Not really,” he says softly, rinsing a dish in the hot stream of water.

“Me neither,” she just wants to feel close to him after their pseudo argument. Though to be honest, just touching him makes her flame.

Cleaning up was one of those things that sometimes he just found himself doing. Especially when he felt emotional or his brain felt disorderly. It was at least something he could control. He is deep in his own zen and bubbles, when he feels her hands skim his waist. It’s the first touch she’s extended, other than hand holding, since their fight. If they could call it a fight, it was more one on one combat between themselves and their own demons that happened to catch the other in the crossfire. 

The feel of her hands ignites him.  Normally, he doesn’t like how manipulative ‘make up’ sex feels. He’s had girlfriends that used it against him. But this didn’t feel like that, they had actually talked and each had taken responsibility. 

“Mmm, why do you have something in mind?” he says, scrubbing the last dish and leaning slightly into her. He just wants the perceived distance between them to be nil again.

“Maybe after you are done here, if you are willing…” she lets the sentence hang in the air, her fingertips lightly dancing on his hips bones. 

“Willing to….” he knows, but he wants to hear her say it. 

"I’d like to be with you, feel your skin next to mine,”  she doesn’t want to push and won’t if he isn’t up for it yet. She realizes with a sense of shock that she would be down for just cuddling. She feels depleted from the events of the day and just wants to get her brain back to a sense of normalcy, something simple and familiar. 

He had the feeling, she was placing the offer down in front of him gingerly. She wasn’t trying to seduce him into it, rather she was simply stating that she was willing if he was. It's hot, hotter than if she was trying to smooth things over with sex or goad him into intimacy. 

“You would, huh?” his voice slips deep as he rinses the final dish and sets it in the rack to dry. “I’d like that, maybe out there,” he nods to the terrace.  He turns in her arms after drying his hands and pulls her in close. He tilts her chin up with a gentle forefinger, smelling like bubbles, “I want your skin on mine too,” he says. 

Then his mouth is on hers, gently pressing a long, soft kiss. It melts her, nearly buckling her knees. She had tried, really tried, not to care if he said no.  This was her usual M.O.  after all.  But when his hands are bunching up the hem of her dress and peeling it off her, she realizes just how worried she was that he may not want her after their conflict.

“I know how much you like being naked outside.” His smile wipes away any doubt. 

The sun was just starting to go down. Every inch of Aya’s skin was bathed in golden light. The sideways slant of the sun casting shadows into the valleys of Austin’s muscular and very naked torso. His shirt was left canoodling with her dress inside.  The warm evening breeze pulled her hair away from her face as she let him lead her out to the terrace. He stops, turns and pulls her in for a deeper kiss.  His fingers tangle in her hair as his tongue petitions for entrance, which Aya gladly gives, sinking herself into his strong arms. They kiss for a long time, slowly getting bolder with one another until the puffing breath from their nostrils eddy against one another’s cheeks. Little moans pass between their vibrating chests. 

“You know what I would like, if you are ok with it?” he asks after finally pulling away from her, voice a little tentative and his teeth playing with his bottom lip, “I want your mouth on me, please.“ He glances at the tent of his cock in his comfy linen drawstring pants. He had foregone underwear after his shower.  “And uh… I don’t need to be all aggressive this time, I just want you to do what you do.” He still has a hint of guilt, feeling like he got out of control that first time. 

“Austin, look at you asking for a blowjob.” she smiles, teasing only a little. “Yes, oh yes please.  And for the record, again, I like it when you take control.” She locks onto his eyes as she lowers herself down to sit on the big round outdoor couch, “I want you to enjoy it knowing that I like it too. Honest, it’s hotter for me when I know I’m driving you a little crazy.” 

“Really?,” his voice is husky. The sight of her in front of him is reminiscent of a devotee. It is more arousing than he wants it to be. “You like it that much? You don’t mind me…” he put his hands on either side of her head. 

“Really,” she says matter of factly, placing her palm on his hand  and nuzzling in reassurance, “I love the feel of my mouth being full. And of this pretty cock gliding over my tongue.” Her hand grazes his cloth-covered tip, “ I like it when you cum all over me too. “

“You don’t feel like I’m using you?” he asks, still cautious.

“No, not at all. Austin, it actually turns me on.  Besides I don’t think you’d ever make me feel used. Not even when your eyes go nearly black and I can tell all you want is to drive into me over and over, because all I want is to let you. But if you aren’t going to take control, at least tell me if it feels good, that you are liking what I’m doing. Just to pet my ego a little.” 

Her cheeky smirk as her fingers catch the drawstring at his hips sends electricity down his spine. She pulls the waist around his now hard cock,  letting the fabric fall around his feet. 

“Yes Ma’am.” he replies, gently running his fingers over her flowing blonde hair. He can’t help but marvel at her beauty. Not Hollywood perfection fake beauty, but real lived-in gorgeousness that has seen things, done things and wants more of both. The way her bountiful tits glow in the last light of day and the shadows accentuate the dip of her waist. The faint stretch marks on her hips and breasts look like tiger stripes and make her all the more sexy for her unabashed acceptance of them. 

As the glory of him is revealed in the last golden rays of the day, she can’t help but think just how Adonis-like he looks. Blood rushes, tingling, to her core.  God, maybe it’s the light or the angle, but either way she marvels at just how pretty his cock really is up close. He was long, maybe one and a half of her hands palm to fingertips; fingertips that don’t quite reach all the way around to her thumb when she encircles him. The prominent ridge up the underside is crisscrossed with little blue veins in his light skin, drawing her eye up to his perfectly proportioned head. His head that leans slightly to the right, blushed a rose colored pink and was adorned with a glittering clear jewel that welled at his tiny hole.   It was as if it was sculpted by Michelangelo, if he had been born now and unashamed of his love for cock. 

“God, you turn me on so much,” he pets her head, “I don’t think I can see straight.” 

“Well for this, seeing isn’t integral,” she counters before pushing her wetted lips over his cock. Her mouth is soft at first,  the tip of her tongue licking lazy circles around his tip, spreading his pre-cum in her mouth.  She inhales through her nose, his velvety tip is like heaven on her tongue.  She nestles his head onto the roof of her mouth. The corona of him hooked gently against the back of her teeth as the middle of her tongue caresses his underside. 

“Oh I disagree,” his voice husky with desire, “watching you is fundamental to the entire pro- ah-ah-cess.” His word breaks into pieces as the vacuum of her mouth slowly increases as does the depth of his cock down her tongue. 

Eyes closed, she slowly glides her mouth and hand up and down him, twisting slightly at the end. Her tongue flicks  double time, working his length. After a few minutes that are peppered with his ‘Oh Yes’s and ‘just like that’s,  she pulls off him with a gentle pop. Her eyes flutter open to find his own staring down at her, brows furrowed slightly and his nostrils flaring in want, in need. They both breathe in shakily. Her eyes narrow and her lip curls. The air between them pressurized with sensuality. 

“Fuck, Aya,” his legs shake slightly, “how do you do that?”

“Do what, Austin,” she places a gentle kiss on his tip while lazily running her fist up and down his cock.

“Make me want you so damn much with just a look?” His fingers thread through her hair, trying not to grasp hard and just plunge into her. 

She chuckles in her chest and figuring the question was rhetorical, goes back to the delicious work of sucking his cock. 

He stops her  before he cums, pulling out of her mouth. In one seamless motion, he lays her back on the round couch and hovers over her.  Just before she tries to open her legs to him, he places his knees on either side of her thighs, trapping them together. Leaning forward on one hand, he uses the other to guide his tip up and down her labia, nestling himself between her bare, wet lips. Pushing, nudging, his way into her. Once he seats his head into her entrance, he leans on both arms. He pushes slowly, eyes rolling back in his head and groaning. 

She’s actually never been fucked like his before, closed missionary, with her legs together. The extra friction on her labia is good. She runs trembling fingers along his collarbone and down his sternum as he begins to move slowly in and out of her. His pecs flex as he leans on one arm to trail lines of desire over her breasts. She inhales as his fingers skim her nipples. She gazes up at his orange backlit form, it flits through her mind that he is the most beautiful when he is about to take her with fierce passion. 

Austin’s knees slide back a couple inches and he leans forward on his arms, his head and upper torso anchor as his ass and abs contract and release in concert to thrust his now glistening shaft in and out of her. Her curves under him are quickly becoming his favorite sight.  Little moans escape her lips as he lowers to his elbows and presses his forehead to hers. He struggles not to declare his love, not to chant ‘I love you, I love you, I love you” out loud, over and over. He keeps his eyes shut tight. He knows if he opens them, he’ll say it and he can sense that she is not ready to hear it. 

There is just enough friction, enough stimulation to her clit to drive the rack and pinion of her orgasm tighter and tighter.   

“Keep going,’ she whispers, her breath hot on his face and her pussy thrumming with his cock. 

“Uh huh” is all he can grunt back. Her fingers ride the grooves of his ribs as he thrusts and thrusts and thrusts. Nearly losing it into her, barely able to hold back. 

Her abs contract and her legs push against  the weight of his body, fingers dig into his ribs.

“Oh my god, Austin!” she freezes for a moment. The gears wind into that last tooth then release in an audible inhaled gasp just before her spine arches up and the wordless scream he has come to know so well escapes her. 

Once he knows she is cumming, he lets go his hold, fucking into her with everything he has. He rides out her orgasm while simultaneously triggering his own, spilling into her with a gutural rumble that vibrates his chest.  

‘This woman is a fucking dream,’ he thinks as she quivers under him.

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I want to say something potent... but I just can't think... see above as for why.

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His Everything….

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RESULTS!!! 100+ follower-lead story!

Well my darlings! You did it!! Thank you to all who voted!!!

So, be on the Lookout for a story on your feed with a Friends to Lovers trope, (a whopping 79.2%) in which a Dominant Austin (56%) ends up showing you that he can indeed Edge and Overstim (52.2%) the fuck out of You (65.4%)

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One More Day to Vote!

Vote on my 100+ follower story if you've not already. Below are the links!

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100+ Follower Story poll 1/4

Where I write you, my lovely followers, a smutty story of your choosing to celebrate the finding of 100 of you who at minimum, enjoy my Brain Lube... WHOOOT!

First of all, let me say thank you to all you Awesome voters! Second of all let me apologize for the delay, I have been traveling to TX for the Total Eclipse! Let me tell you, it was SO WORTH IT. So cool and nerdy. Highly recommend, 10 out of 10.

And now on with our regularly scheduled program. So you did it, you beautiful people! You picked! It was touch and go there for a while with Our Austin, Feyd Rautha and Major Gale literally neck and neck and neck in the homestretch. (mmmm, necking with these three.... oh lawd save my from my own multi-dimensional brain ... wait no please don't. Simply put me in the Gay Deceiver and let me find these 3 beautiful men to take to bed all at once. Sorry, Number of the Beast reference!!! I digress)

Our Darling Austin came out on top... (yes he did and so he will) with 35.8% of the votes

I will have Four Separate Polls running at once, (Cuz you can't have more than on on a post) I will link them all together. Please please vote in all four!

Poll 2: Yes but what KIND of Austin?

Poll 3: What the hell is going on here?

Poll 4: Let's get some perspective

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100+ Follower Story poll 2/4

Yes but what KIND of Austin?

Where I write you, my lovely followers, a smutty story of your choosing to celebrate the finding of 100 of you who at minimum, enjoy my Brain Lube... WHOOOT!

Below are the other polls- please vote in all 4!

Poll 1: Who are we gettin' Smutty with?

Poll 3: What the hell is going on here?

Poll 4: Let's get some perspective

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100+ Follower Story poll 3/4

What the hell is going on here?

Where I write you, my lovely followers, a smutty story of your choosing to celebrate the finding of 100 of you who at minimum, enjoy my Brain Lube... WHOOOT!

Below are the other polls- please vote in all 4!

Poll 1: Who are we gettin' Smutty with?

Poll 2: Yes but what KIND of Austin?

Poll 4: Let's get some perspective

Honestly, this one is a little mushy. Just because it doesn't win, doesn't mean it won't be in there... I can't really say until I start writing.

Thanks for playing loves!!!

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100+ Follower Story poll 4/4

Let's get some perspective.

Where I write you, my lovely followers, a smutty story of your choosing to celebrate the finding of 100 of you who at minimum, enjoy my Brain Lube... WHOOOT!

Below are the other polls- please vote in all 4!

Poll 1: Who are we gettin' Smutty with?

Poll 2: Yes but what KIND of Austin?

Poll 3: What the hell is going on here?

Thanks for playing loves!!!

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If you liked the OG poll, I auto tagged you! Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from this list, no hard feelings:)

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100+ Follower Story poll 4/4

Let's get some perspective.

Where I write you, my lovely followers, a smutty story of your choosing to celebrate the finding of 100 of you who at minimum, enjoy my Brain Lube... WHOOOT!

Below are the other polls- please vote in all 4!

Poll 1: Who are we gettin' Smutty with?

Poll 2: Yes but what KIND of Austin?

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100+ Follower Story poll 3/4

What the hell is going on here?

Where I write you, my lovely followers, a smutty story of your choosing to celebrate the finding of 100 of you who at minimum, enjoy my Brain Lube... WHOOOT!

Below are the other polls- please vote in all 4!

Poll 1: Who are we gettin' Smutty with?

Poll 2: Yes but what KIND of Austin?

Poll 4: Let's get some perspective

Honestly, this one is a little mushy. Just because it doesn't win, doesn't mean it won't be in there... I can't really say until I start writing.

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100+ Follower Story poll 2/4

Yes but what KIND of Austin?

Where I write you, my lovely followers, a smutty story of your choosing to celebrate the finding of 100 of you who at minimum, enjoy my Brain Lube... WHOOOT!

Below are the other polls- please vote in all 4!

Poll 1: Who are we gettin' Smutty with?

Poll 3: What the hell is going on here?

Poll 4: Let's get some perspective

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100+ Follower Story poll 1/4

Where I write you, my lovely followers, a smutty story of your choosing to celebrate the finding of 100 of you who at minimum, enjoy my Brain Lube... WHOOOT!

First of all, let me say thank you to all you Awesome voters! Second of all let me apologize for the delay, I have been traveling to TX for the Total Eclipse! Let me tell you, it was SO WORTH IT. So cool and nerdy. Highly recommend, 10 out of 10.

And now on with our regularly scheduled program. So you did it, you beautiful people! You picked! It was touch and go there for a while with Our Austin, Feyd Rautha and Major Gale literally neck and neck and neck in the homestretch. (mmmm, necking with these three.... oh lawd save my from my own multi-dimensional brain ... wait no please don't. Simply put me in the Gay Deceiver and let me find these 3 beautiful men to take to bed all at once. Sorry, Number of the Beast reference!!! I digress)

Our Darling Austin came out on top... (yes he did and so he will) with 35.8% of the votes

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Woman in Red CH 10/?

Chapter 10: Three’s Company, Four is a Delicious Crowd

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!), F/F/F/M, fellatio, cunnilingus, minor anal play,

A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3

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‘Here’ Aya  texts from the back of the car. ‘Unless you need me to come in and meet your parents?’  She giggles to herself, but erases the last before sending it, deciding it might be insensitive. 

He opens the door to his house quickly, as though he was just sitting and waiting. It was 7:55pm.

The driver gets out and takes his luggage. She had assured him over text that he could bring whatever he wanted. There was no limit. ‘Bring your dog, if you want.’ she had said. He refrained from mentioning that his last ex had ‘gotten the dog’. He missed having a dog around, but realized that with his random schedule, it’d be hard to have one. Someday though, someday he’d have a husky or a golden retriever or maybe just a mut that he’d rescue. 

She is dressed in a comfy casual top, a long stretchy skirt with a slit up the side and stylish sneakers. Her hair is in two french braids that cascade down her back. Austin had opted for nondescript joggers, topped with a black hoodie and  baseball cap and adidas sneakers. He assumed they would be traveling first class, but who knows maybe it’ll be a premium seat or one of those ones that lay down. She had refused to tell him anything more than it would be a 13 hour flight with one, maybe two stops. 

He doesn’t let on that he is nervous about the airport. No one knows he is going, other than a couple trusted friends, but there are always paps and traders at LAX.  He has gotten used to the random fan that comes up to him, thanks him, congratulates him, asks for a selfie or an autograph. He actually really appreciates his fans. He even has gotten to know some of the low-key autograph traders, the ones that are polite and unthreatening. He knows they are a part of the celebrity game.  But so many were like vultures waiting, swooping down, calling his name. He knew they would keep him forever if he let them, he hated feeling rude and brushing them off but it was the only way to survive such places.  He hoped that Aya would be able to cope with anything that happened. 

Austin leans in and kisses her as he sits down. The ride to the LAX is full of them chatting about trips they’ve taken and places they love. He talks about London and Paris, Singapore and his love of New York. He mentions a trip years ago to Italy. Aya just nods and asks more questions about New York. She can’t bring herself to think about Italy. Not yet. 

“Here we are,” says the driver. Austin had been so engrossed in talking about his theater experiences in New York, that he hadn’t noticed that they weren't taking the normal route to LAX terminal. It dawns on him just what she meant by ‘having it all arranged’ as they drive around what looks to be a hangar and up to a midsize jet. He feels ridiculous that he didn’t figure it out sooner. 

He looks at her and she is grinning ear to ear at him before she steps out. A crew member greets her and takes her small suitcase. 

“That’s all you brought?” He raises an eyebrow at her when no other bags come from the trunk. 

“These are just essentials for the plane, I told you I have a place there,” she says, climbing the steps.  

“Oh” he says behind her. When she said she had a place, he had assumed she had already rented a place to stay, not that she had an actual home. He shakes his head, wondering, not for the first time, how wealthy she actually is. 

“Hey!  Stacey! Charlie!! I’m so glad you both could make it this time!” he hears her say as she steps into the cabin.  

Austin wonders who else was invited on this trip. Not for the first time, he wishes she was more forthcoming about the plans. 

“We wouldn't miss taking you for the world Aya!” He steps up in time to see Aya hugging a diminutive woman in a pilot’s uniform and another  tall one in a cabin crew uniform. 

“Ladies, this is Austin,” Aya introduces them, “Austin, our trusty co-pilot Stacy and our trip hostess Charlie.” 

“Welcome aboard,”  Charlie says with a warm smile.  She is tall, has long brown hair and legs for days. Her crisp clean shirt is unbuttoned just enough to show her cleavage. She is gorgeous, Austin thinks. He tries his best to keep his eyes on her face. 

Stacey reaches out to shake his hand. Austin turns to look into green eyes and firey hair tucked into a pilot’s hat. She gives him a long once over, head to toe. He suddenly feels like her quarry or something. She was small, almost fae-like. She didn’t act threatening, but everything about her said “fuck around and find out.”  He just smiles and shakes hands.

“Shaya will be along in a moment, they are taking care of the last minute admin stuff,” says Stacey to Aya.

Austin follows Aya farther into the cabin, taking in his surroundings. To the left, behind the ladies was the cockpit, crew area and galley.  In the passenger area to the right, there were two chairs facing each other on either side. Next was a long couch on one side opposite a credenza.

“This is my favorite part,” Aya said, opening up a sliding door and showing him a bedroom with a huge bed and a bathroom with a shower beyond. 

“Holy fuck Aya, Is this… your plane?” Austin asks, a big flabbergasted.

“No, not exactly, this is a charter service that my company is part owner in, but I use it often. We are big about carbon offsetting. This is my usual crew though. We have had some fun times together.” The last she says a little louder. 

“Nothing tops that nude beach in Ibiza though”  a new voice says from the galley.

“Shaya!” Aya goes to hug the dark skinned beauty dressed in a pilot's uniform. 

Aya introduces her to Austin as the ‘pilot extraordinaire’.  He greets them with a wave and a smile, but is unable to stop thinking about all these gorgeous people completely naked. He can feel his cock twitching in his joggers.

“Yeah, we love this lady,” Shaya is saying, looking fondly at Aya, “it’s nice when we aren’t groped at by our clients.” 

“Yes, I always ask nicely first,” Aya says to Austin with a wink. He isn’t sure if she is joking or not.  

Watching Austin’s face as they pulled up to the jet was such a treat for Aya. For an actor, he didn’t hide his reactions at all, like he had no guard up, not with her anyway. Had she purposefully withheld details so she could  delight in his reaction? Hell yes she did. What fun was it to have money and not use it to surprise people? 

She was excited to introduce the crew to Austin. They really were her friends more than anything else.  It had been a while since she actually brought someone with her. She usually had booty calls in her usual cities and if not she had no problems finding companionship.  She watched her friends size up Austin: Stacy blatantly, Charlie slyly from the corner of her eye, and Shaya like a mother hen, judging if he’d be good enough for her friend.  If they knew who he was, they didn’t let on. 

They got buckled in and were soon in the air. Charlie brought them dinner and drinks, bending low to pull out the table between them and winking and flirting with both of them.  She might as well have been in a Playboy Bunny costume for the tenting happening under the table. Austin crossed his legs, trying hard to will his cock into submission. It couldn’t be helped though, with Aya’s bare foot gliding along his leg. 

After all the dishes were cleared away and the table stowed again, Stacey came back to discuss the flight information and itinerary. 

“Our refueling in Reykjavik is all arranged, we are cleared for up to six hours, though that would put our arrival time in Tivat at midnight.” She is all business, except for the casual glance at Austin’s lap and her subsequent questioning eyebrow.

“The car will be available whenever we get there, yes?” Aya asks.

“Yes ma’am, we can let the driver know our expected arrival time when we take off.” Stacey nods.

“Perfect,” Aya looks at Austin, “You wanna fuck off around Iceland for a few hours? I’ve never really stopped there and I’ve always wanted to do the Blue Lagoon!” 

“I am down for whatever, it’s your vacation and I’m just joining in,” Austin nods his head, voice smooth. 

“Good, then you won’t mind us bringing these ladies with us?” Aya reaches out and strokes Stacey’s forearm. 

“Of course not,” He smiles up at Stacey, wondering if the Blue Lagoon was a clothing optional sort of place. She is looking back at him, licking her lips. 

She looks back to Aya and shakes her head, pursing her lips in silent communication. 

“I’ll let them know and we will arrange a car,” is all she says before walking away. 

“You’d better be careful with that one, Austin, she will eat you alive if you let her. Ask me how I know.” Aya winks. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he glances over his shoulder at the retreating redhead, uncrossing his legs. “Tell me,” he turns back around to Aya, who is watching him with a smirk, “what is the Blue Lagoon, exactly?” 

God he is pretty when he’s turned on and trying not to show it. She unbuckles her seatbelt and shifts over to his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. His hand trails up her exposed thigh.

“A huge hot springs” her fingers play at his jaw line, “with mud on the bottom and water the color of these eyes.”  She stares into them, crystal clear. It would be easy to fall for these eyes. She shakes her head minutely.  “It’s supposed to be healing to soak in them. There are other things to see too,” she shrugs, breaking the eye contact, “but it’s only 6 hours, so we can’t see it all.” 

Austin pulls her chin back to look at him, “right now, Aya, all I need to see is more of you.” It’s cheesy, he knows, but he can’t help it, she is so magnetic and so in his lap and so fucking beautiful. He can’t help the feelings that start to swell in his chest as he looks at her. Not for the first time, he wonders why the hell this woman is single and how he can change that. He presses his lips to hers, the kiss almost chaste, nearly worshipful. 

She reaches down and unbuckles his seatbelt. Pulling him with her to standing, she starts dragging him to the aft of the plane, through the door and into the bedroom.

“Have you ever fucked on a plane, Austin?” she asks with her head cocked. “Like the Mile High Club,” he chuckles, “ No, I’ve always been too chicken, what with all the other people,” he admits, snaking his hand up her neck, “But I have a feeling that’s gonna change.”

“Well now is the time,” Aya gently cups his burgeoning hard-on.

“Having this big of a bed on a plane is wild.” says Austin, glancing around the bed chamber, trying and failing to change the subject. 

“This bed? Oh this bed is less for sleeping and more for fucking, Austin. We shouldn't sleep too much anyway.  It’ll be night when we get there.” Aya’s hand snakes around his waist.

“Oh whatever will we do to keep ourselves awake,” she smiles as she pulls him into another kiss. Her lips and tongue hinting at activities to keep them up, to keep him up. He pulls her in close with a large hand on her back. 

“Luckily, I am a fan of staying up all night,” he says with a smile when they pull apart. 

“Oh I am well aware, Austin, if the last couple weekends are any indication,” her pussy tingles with the remembering. 

 He glances nervously out the still open door. He catches a glimpse of Charlie standing in profile in the galley beyond.  

“Do you want to ask Charlie to join us?” she asks, following his gaze, “and/or Stacey, I mean she will be trying to sleep soon. She’s gonna take the second leg of the flight. But I’m sure she can be convinced, what with the way she was looking at you. And who can blame her, have you seen you?”  

He blushes furiously. He saw the way the redhead looked at him like he was a morsel to be devoured. A vision of the petite woman sitting on his cock flashes into his head. He thought of Charlie setting the plates in front of him and how he had noticed that her shirt had slipped another button, or the way she licked her full lips as she poured their drinks. The vision of his face buried in Charlie’s chest, sucking her nipples while she kissed Aya with those lips fills his head. Suddenly his roomy joggers seem constricting. He looks back to Aya and he can’t tell if she is joking or not. 

“Seriously?” his eyebrows shoot up.

“Yes seriously,” she states. It was not unheard of, a little mid-air threesome or foursome. Granted it had been a while, but Aya hadn’t been sure if he’d be up for something like that. The look on his face wavers back and forth for a few seconds, weighing  the idea in his mind. 

“Well, I’m not morally opposed to sex with multiple beautiful women. I may be a little  shy without knowing them,” he says, trying to talk himself out of it for some stupid reason, “and I wouldn’t want to assume, I mean, how do you even ask them such a thing?”

“Such a gentleman, hmmm? Well they are fully capable of their own consent. And to be fully honest, it wouldn't be my first time with them.” She decides that maybe sex with all of them would be a good way to manage those burgeoning expectations of his that have been niggling the back of her mind. 

“What about Shaya, I wouldn’t want them to feel left out,” he says. “Austin, someone has to fly the plane, besides, they are actually ace. So no worries there.” She steps closer to him, hand on his chest. 

“Oh, wellI I wouldn't want to make them uncomfortable, knowing we were…” he trails off, eyes flicking from hers to her cleavage pressed up against him. 

“Oh, I’ve talked to them before to make sure they are ok with it. They said as long as they don’t have to watch it or listen to it, they don’t care.” 

He just nods. 

“But if you are not ok with it, I’m perfectly happy keeping you all to myself,” she murmurs. Her lips brush against his and her fingernails play at this hairline along the back of his neck. She feels little goosebumps rise on his neck.

He wraps his arms around her, one warm hand flat along her back, the other dipping to the curvature of her rear. He pulls her in tight, pressing his now hard cock to her body. For a few minutes they are lost in a tangle of lips and tongues and gently biting teeth. Their bodies communicating more about just how much they missed one another in the past few days than their voices were comfortable saying. 

Austin pulls back, his forehead creased slightly, “Do you do this with all your boyf- dates?“ He doesn’t just want to be one in a long line. 

“Do what with my dates?” She said  ‘dates’ firmly, “fly with them to exotic places and take advantage of them on my plane? Not that often.”

“No, I mean offer to share them with…” his head nods toward the fore of the plane.

“I’ve not actually, not like this. I mean, we have met men or couples as a group and had some fun times together. Obviously, how else would I know that they are up for it. But I thought you  might enjoy it and I know you can take us all on. But if not, no harm, no foul.”  She bites her lip, wondering suddenly if she has been too bold, too forward for him. 

“Hmm, well, it wouldn’t be my first time with multiple women either,” he admits. What the hell, he decides, letting his compass point to the thing that might be scary. 

“So?” she asks. 

“Charlie,” he says, projecting his voice while looking down at Aya with a smile. Aya hadn’t expected him to initiate. 

Charlie comes quickly, as though she was hoping she’d get called over, “Yes,” she says hanging on the door, trying to be seductive without looking the part. 

“Aya tells me you and Stacey might be up for being invited into a little tryst,” he looks over at her, his smolder naturally intense. 

Austin isn’t quite sure what happened next, only that all of a sudden, he was lying in a bed of women. His clothes, and theirs, seemingly evaporated from their bodies. Arms and legs intertwined around him. Tongues licked his nipples, his balls, the tip of his shaft. Hands glided all along his skin, pressing his legs apart so they could get to him from all angles. He watched as Aya and Charlie kissed next to him, their tongues rolling against one another.  He had breasts dangled in his face like a feast. He let his fingers test out the waters; stroking labia, teasing nipples, dipping gently into their hot wetness. Each pussy different, each breast glorious, all of them beautiful. Fuck  he loved women.  For a while, he got so lost, he didn’t know whose pussy was in his mouth and whose was on his cock. Nor could he tell  who kept pulling his cock out and sucking it.  It was so hot and so surreal. He was surprised that he wasn’t watching colors swirl together in some kind of psychedelic high. 

He groaned at the bevy of sensations he suddenly felt on his cock. Stacey had her head turned and was licking the underside of his balls. Her finger tip just brushed at this asshole, igniting those nerve endings. He hadn’t really played any games like that, but right now he’d let them do almost anything to him. He was pretty sure it was Stacey anyway, as she was the only one that could nestle so nicely between his legs. His glance down revealed a messy bun of red hair.    He saw that Aya had straddled her, grinding her pussy on Stacey's ass while her mouth was on his tip. Her tongue lazily probed his hole, sucking at his precum. Charlie’s long brown legs folded neatly beside his head as she straddled his face, blocking his view.  She lowered her mouth,  head sideways,  and her long tongue wrapped around his shaft. He groaned and tucked a pillow under his head and buried his face in her pussy. The next few minutes, he was bewildered with pleasure. 

After a few minutes, Aya and Charlie had abandoned his cock in favor of kissing one another.  Charlie was moaning in between kisses at how he was working his tongue on her. 

“He’s good huh,” he heard Aya say. Charlie just moaned in response as he pulled her clit into his mouth. 

Then Aya was beside his head, her tongue lapping at the wet entrance near his nose. He pulled away from Charlie’s sweetness and flicked his tongue at Aya. They kissed deep, sharing Charlie’s juices. 

Stacey licked a long stripe up his abs before moving to mount his hips and  impatiently impaling herself on his cock. Austin moaned into Aya’s mouth, his eyes rolling in his head. 

“Oh holy fuckballs!” she moaned loudly as she took him into her small body to the hilt, “He’s so damn big and hard, how do you not fuck him 24/7 Aya?” 

Aya had just looked Austin in the eye, “I try to” she answered with a smirk and a wink and was gone.  

Stacey’s hands fell to his belly as she began to ride him hard and fast, moaning into Charlie’s mouth. Austin, the flat of his tongue back to rubbing on Charlie’s clit, moved his thumb to find Stacey’s clit, providing a friction point as she was grinding on him.  She was so fucking tight on his cock, he wasn't sure he’d be able to hold off. 

“Come on, girl, get him, ride that cock, he can take it” Aya was behind Stacey now, hands on her little tits and kissing her neck. 

Stacey screamed as she came, it was high pitched and almost hurt everyone’s ears in the small space. She was like a banshee. Her pussy gripped him impossibly tight and he jerked, nearly cumming himself.  She lifted off him as she came, spattering him with her juices. Aya’s fingers reached around immediately to rub Stacey’s clit light and fast, extending her orgasm. She thrashed in Aya’s arms. 

“FUCKING HELL AYA” she twisting to get away from Aya’s fingers. Aya just chuckles low, stopping and kissing Stacey’s neck. 

Charlie’s pussy gone, dismounted from his face, he watches Stacey kissing Aya between his legs. His cock twitches, needing more. He gets just a minute of a breather.

Stacey turns to him and crawls up his messy body. Planting a sweet kiss on his lips, all her fire is ash now. “Thank you sugar, I really needed that. Night night! “ She gets up and kisses the girls, grabbing her clothes and leaving the cabin. Austin sits up, blinking a bit back to reality now. 

“Is she ok?” he says watching her close the heretofore left open door. 

“Oh yes, she just needs to sleep, which you undoubtedly helped her with,” Aya says soothingly, “she isn’t much for cuddling, she just wants it hard and fast.”

“Speaking of hard,” Charlie says, stroking him, “do you mind if I have a turn?” 

“No I do not, though I want… ” he growls, moving off the bed and bodily tossing her down in his place, pulling her to the edge. “I want this.” On his knees, he lines up his cock with her slit. He pushes in just his head. She moans. 

“Do you want it hard or gentle,” he says. 

“Oh my god, Aya, where did you find this man, he’s actually asking how I want to be fucked?” Charlie turns to her friend. 

“In a coffee shop, isn’t he a dream,” she looks at Austin, things moving in her chest that she never expected, especially not in this situation. 

“Gentle and rhythmic please sir,” Charlie giggles, “And Aya, will you kiss me, you know I don’t like eating pussy.” 

Aya complies, propped up on her elbow next to Charlie

He watches as their mouths meet, as his cock slides deeper into her. How he got here, he has no idea, but this is like a wet dream times ten. Aya plays with her nipples, rolling and pinching them between his fingers, then her hand strays to Charlie’s pussy. Her first and middle fingers spread on either side of his cock, feeling the place where he is slowly and relentlessly splitting her. 

“Can I lick your clit?” she says into Charlie’s mouth. She nods. 

Aya eagerly moves her head down. Pressing her mouth to the upper part of Charlie’s pussy. Her tongue wraps around Austin’s shaft for a moment, making him moan at the extra friction.  Her tongue licks the little nub, listening to Charlie’s reaction, feeling her hand grip Aya’s ass in response.

Austin steadily fucks her, Aya steadily licks and sucks. Charlie’s orgasm rises. Her hips shudder as she climaxes quietly and with only little grunting sounds. 

“Stop, stop” she says, pushing at them gently. She pants as Austin stops moving and Aya  rises to capture his gorgeous mouth with hers. The taste of Charlie on both their lips. 

“You are fucking amazing, Austin,” Aya says low. Watching him fuck the girls has her so keyed up. She needs him. 

“No you are, darlin’. Watching you eat her while I fucked her? Good God.” he whispers in her ear.

He pulls back and looks at them both. 

“Can I fuck you both? Like take turns?” the fire in his eyes tells Aya  just how turned on he is. 

Her answer is a smirk and quirk of her eyebrow. She swings her leg over Charlie who nods eagerly. 

“You ready to go now?” she holds Charlie’s face lightly. Charlie nods with a smile,  wrapping her arms around Aya. 

Austin is presented with two pussies, lain on top of one another. Both wet, both wanting him. 

He sits back on his heels. His fingers gently explore both of them. Pulling lips apart, dipping into their wetness, touching clits. He just can’t stand it. He extends his long tongue and licks a long wide stripe from Charlie's asshole to Aya’s. It’s a feast of pussy, just for him. He worms his tongue into Aya’s warm wetness, working his way to her clit. Then dips into Charlie’s cunt. They taste different, but both are good. He dives in with a growl like a man going hungry. His love of pussy in his mouth consumes him for a few minutes. The girls emit nothing but moans and the smacks of kisses. Face wet, he lifts up, grinning Cheshire Cat style to nobody.  He guides his cock up and down the sets of lips, wet with both his saliva and their own juices. Then presses into Aya. Fuck she feels so good on his cock, her warm wetness sucks him in. He strokes in and out of her, withdraws then pushes into Charlie. He goes slow at first listening to each of their moans in turn.  His cock wet with a mix of their juices, he tries something. He pushes his tip in between them, trying to get both of their clits at once as well as his tip. He hears them moan in tandem. It feels really good to him too. He wonders if they could all cum as he starts pumping between them. 

The friction is glorious, Aya has never had this happen before, and she’s been around the block.  She intertwined her hands with Charlie's, holding her down. Charlie’s eyes are closed, her long brown hair strewn behind her on the bed. She, still sensitive from her first orgasm, is moaning out ‘oh’s and ‘oooo’s. 

Aya isn’t sure she could cum like this, until she feels a drop of saliva plop onto her asshole. She pushes her ass back toward him in encouragement. 

Austin rolls his thumb around in his spit, feeling it drip onto his shaft, further lubricating them all. 

He wasn't planning to put it in her ass, not without asking at any rate. Then she reaches back, grabbing his hand, pushing in, encouraging him. He remembers how much she liked having her ass fucked and where he wasn’t ready to do that here with someone else, he would play, at least a little. 

“Please,” he hears her moan, she looks over her shoulder back at him, need in her eyes. 

He pushes against her rosette. Her groan as he slips in to his first knuckle tells him all he needs to know. He growls, thrusting harder with his cock, wiggling his thumb in her ass. 

“Fuck yes!” he hears Aya as Charlie’s ‘oh’’s get louder. It’s beyond hot, to know he is fucking them both like this. 

Both girls are shaking their hips in need, trying not to squish him too much in between them.  First Charlie goes off again, moaning loudly, her fingernails dig into the backs of Aya’s hands.  Then, as much as he tries, Austin just can’t stop his cum from squirting between their pussies. His hips press hard against them, jettisoning surge after surge of his creamy fluid, hot onto their bellies.  

Aya, feeling his cum spray past her clit and the stretching of his thumb in her backside, loses all control. Her spine undulates, pushing him deeper. His cock pulls out from between them and he immediately shoves it into her pussy. Fucking her hard and fast, eyes closed to his own overstimulation. 

“Yes, yes yes yes! Oh god YES!” She screams, cumming so hard she sees stars. She jerks forward, pulling off him, smacking Charlie in the face with her substantial boobs. 

They collapse on the bed in a true tangle of arms and legs, panting. Recovering. 

****

It was the turbulence that woke them, not Shaya’s announcement of it. Austin and Aya were curled in one another’s arms. Charlie and her clothes were gone, there was a blanket tucked in around them that neither of them remembered putting there. There were also water bottles and snacks on the small pull-up table next to the bed. 

Aya looked up at the screen, showing their progress over a green, white and blue map. They were over the Labrador Sea. 

“Looks like only a couple hours until Iceland” she says, handing Austin a water. 

They both took a swig. 

“So much for not sleeping” Austin says sheepishly as the plane jerked. 

“S’ok,” Aya shrugged, capping her water and placing it back in the holder. 

“Ever fucked during turbulence?” He asks, pulling back the blanket to reveal his pseudo morning wood. 

“No, and I am intrigued. I’ll be right back.” She goes to the bathroom, when she returns, bladder empty and mouth clean, he is playing with himself gently. FUCK, he is so hot like that. Head thrown back, eyes closed, pleasuring himself. He could have been a porn star.

“Can I uh, help you with that sir?” she asks, kneeling at his feet on the bed. 

“I could use some lube,” he opens his eyes to see her sitting on her knees. He holds out his hand expecting her to spit on it. She gives him a smile and breezes past his hand to put her mouth over his cock. It tastes like her dried juices. Without preamble, she takes him in, coating him, moving up and down on him then pushing him deep, deep, deeper into her throat until she gags. 

“Aya, you don’t have to-” he starts to say, then he can feel the back of her throat, “Oh holy mother.” Her throat contracts, trying to dispel his hard rod, her noises are both music to his ears and alarming as fuck. “Are you ok?” he asks as she pulls up and off him. She nods with an amused look on her face as she purses her lips. She puts his hand back on his cock and dribbles a more than average amount of thick, viscous spit onto his tip. She sits back, as it runs over his fingers with a very self satisfied smirk on her face. He is almost not sure what just happened, he looks from his cock to her face. She just nods a ‘go ahead’ to him. 

He moves his hand on himself. It’s so slick and perfect. 

“Good lord, how do you do that?” he asks. 

“Gagging,” she says simply, laying down beside him, nestling over his other arm. 

“I’m going to want you up on that in a minute” he says continuing to stroke himself. 

“I will, I want you to tell me your favorite part of what happened first, and to get yourself close, but don’t cum yet.” 

“Oh, um…” shit, he has to think, “I really liked licking both of your pussies at once then fucking each of you, getting us all off at the end. And I liked watching you hold Stacey as she came and how you kept making her cum.” He stops stroking his cock, feeling himself broaching that  point of no return. Fuck, that didn’t take long. The mind really is the biggest sexual organ. 

“Uh huh, what else,” she encourages, the memory arousing her further. But also just seeing the muscles in his arm tighten, his hips push forward into his hands as he starts stroking again. 

“I liked when you came over and helped me lick Charlie, that was fucking hot.” He stops. 

“I liked that too,” she says. She can’t wait any longer, she needs him in her. She throws her leg over him. He holds his base so she can take him. She moans as she slides over him. 

“Fuck Austin, you fit me perfectly,  like your cock was make to fuck me.” she says without thinking. 

Turbulence buffets the plane, jostling them up and down. She reaches out to the bulkhead to steady herself and starts moving up and down on him. 

“I want you to go first Austin, I want you to fuck me until you cum with that magnificent dick.” The plane jerks up and down. The seat belt sign dings. 

“Do you? Do you want me to cum in you or all over you?” 

“Dealer’s choice,” she says with a wry smile. 

“Hey you two, There is a belt for the bed if you want to stay in there,” Charlie’s voice comes from the other side of the door. 

“Yes Ma’am,” Austin’s deep voice calls out.  He looks at Aya with his own wry smile. “C’mere you.”  He sits up and grabs her, flipping her over onto her back. He fishes next to the bed and comes up with a wide belt, finds its mate on the other side and buckles it over her chest, tightening it down. “I’ll just have to hold on to you, I guess.” On his knees, with hers wide, he reinserts himself back into her with a groan. The plane continues to jolt and jerk. Neither of them notice. His hands are grasping her hips, pumping into her with single minded intensity. Then, after a particularly  rough patch of turbulence, he lays down on her, holding her head with his hands, hips rising and falling. 

She clutches at him with her pussy. Watching him is arousing in and of itself, feeling him inside her is ten times better. Knowing that her pussy is making him feel the same, a hundred. 

“Fuck you feel good in me. Keep going, that’s it, yes.” she begins her invocations in his ear. “Cum for me Austin, Cum in me, Cum on me.” 

He is growling in pleasure. His hips pump harder as his vocalizations get more intense. Then he pushes deep, and holds, head buried in her neck. “Oh fuck!” he groans as he releases into her. 

Her hips are moving on their own, the bouncing of the plane moving him just enough as he cums. 

She reaches between them, finger moving on her clit. 

“Stay in, I want you in when I cum.” she says in his ear.

He just nods, his dick still spilling inside her. It doesn't take too long, because he is fucking hot as hell no matter what he does. A minute and a half later, she is spasming down on him as the plane shudders too, like it’s cumming too after being tossed about the clouds. 

She moans, inarticulate, against his shoulder. 

A half hour later, the turbulence ceases and Charlie peeks in to check on her passengers. She sees them tangled in the sheets. The belt securely around them both. Both softly snoring. She shakes her head, with a smile. Aya was fucking insatiable and she loved her for it.

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100+ Follower Story Poll!!

What! That’s so exciting and I'm blushing!

Ok, it know it’s baby-rookie numbers to some, but to me it’s a milestone. That’s 10 groups of 10 (+) of ya’ll that, at least in some capacity, have similar brain lube as I do!

And let me tell you, I am so grateful for each and every sweet lil' one of you. I just want to snuggle up with all of you and swap slutty stories. Or if that terrifies you, sit calmly across from you drinking tea and speaking in dulcet tones about a bevy of subjects. (sci fi, fantasy, historical accuracy, travel, cock rings... y'know, whatever... I'm flexi)

So here’s the sitch: Imagonna write ya’ll a smutty little story, but YOU get to vote on details as I go! Which Austin character should I write? Who are they going to tryst with and how? Where might this be happening? How does all this inform the fuckery?

Fair warning: Please be patient with me darlings as it might be a bit before we get there. I promise I won't edge you forever!! But you can't rush the creative spark! Only feed it and pet it and call it George. (And as an artist, I gotta be happy with what I put out to the world.)

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You can even just plop them in the comments if you are feeling bold!!

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