This Rebellion Has It's Cause (Austin Carlile)

Chapter 15

It was a photo that I had posted on facebook a month ago when Kasey and I took a trip to the beach. I slowly sat his laptop on the coffee table behind me and I found it hard to look at him for a moment.

"Austin..."

Before I could say another word something dawned on me, he really did want me and I decided that I had made him wait long enough.

I quickly sat in his lap, my legs straddling his waste as I brought my right hand up to rake through his dark brown hair.

"So what exactly were you thinking about?" I asked in a low warm tone.

The nervous look that had been on his face quickly died away as he placed his hands on the small of my back and leaned up to press his lips against mine.

"Would you like me to show you?" He murmured against my skin as his breath traveled down my neck.

I only nodded as he scrapped his teeth softly down my neck and I gripped onto the front of his shirt sighing quietly as I tilted back my head. Austin let his hands into the back of my shirt and only removed his lips from my skin to get rid of my t-shirt. He trailed his heated pecks down past my collar bone, carelessly pushing down one of my bra straps that were in his way. I brought my hands up to tangle my fingers through his soft hair, bringing his face up to mine as I did. I hurriedly molded my mouth to his, allowing my right hand to glide down his chest and stomach until I reached the tail of his shirt. I tugged it up until he got my point, lifting his arms and tossing the piece of clothing across the room before quickly placing his hands back on my hips.

Austin then hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of my shorts telling me, "Stand up for a second."

I stumbled to my feet and he swiftly slipped my bottoms from my legs, then prompted me to step out of them. He pulled me closer to him, pressing kisses to my hip bones.

"A-Austin." I breathed shakily.

"Tristy?"

"Yea baby?"

"Tristan wake up."

"Huh? What?" I questioned, heavily confused and then I realized that I was being shook.   

It had been a fucking dream.

I gave an irritated groan as I opened my eyes to find that I was on Austin's couch, several boxes of Chinese sat on the coffee table with only two open and eaten out of, the room was dark and the TV was playing some music show on the VH1 channel.

"Were you having a good dream?" Austin asked with a chuckle.

"You have no idea." I muttered to myself as I remembered that I actually brought the food to him and he had been watching TV and I managed to pass out on his chest. So there was no masturbation, no kissing, and no promises of a very pleasant evening. I hated to admit how bummed out I was and not to mention that I was really hot and bothered from that wonderful dream.

"What was it about?"

I couldn't stop the heat from rising to my cheeks as I thought back to my vivid dream, "I don't really remember actually."

He let out a dry laugh, "Liar."

"Well maybe I don't want to talk about it." I muttered trying to keep myself from grinning.

"Don't make me get it out of you." He warned playfully.

"And how exactly do you plan to do that?"

"If I wasn't hurt, I think you would love what I had in mind." He murmured against my neck, making my dream almost seem like a memory, but then he added, “But for now I'll just stick with tickling the shit out of you."