40. Austin
AUSTIN
I don’t even remember the drive home.
No clue how we got from the rink to my driveway. Couldn’t tell you what street we turned on, what music was playing, if I even stopped at red lights.
All I know is Maisie Wilson—girl of my fucking dreams—is sitting in my passenger seat in her leggings and a puffy jacket.
Her lipstick’s faded, just a hint of color left on her mouth, and I’ve got a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel because if I look at her too long, I might crash the damn car.
We pull up outside the house and I kill the engine. For a second I just stare at her. She blinks back at me, her cheeks the cutest shade of pink. But before she can say anything, I climb out, jog around to her side, and open the door for her.
I keep her hand in mine as we head up the drive. The porch light’s already off, since it’s past midnight, and everything’s quiet.
I unlock the front door and push it open, letting her go first. She slips past me, and I follow close behind, reaching back to pull the door shut with a soft thud.
I toss my keys somewhere on the counter—don’t even look. They clatter and land on something that’s probably not meant to be used as a key dish, but I don’t care.
I step behind her, press a hand to her lower back, and lean in close.
“C’mon,” I say quietly. “Upstairs.”
I guide her down the hall and up the stairs and push open my bedroom door, letting her step inside first before closing the door behind us.
She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I just stand there like an idiot, watching her like I don’t already know every inch of her face. And then I cross the space between us, slow, and hook my thumb under her chin, tilting her face toward mine.
“You were fucking incredible tonight, baby,” I say.
She lets out a tiny breathy laugh. “You already said that.”
“Yeah, well.” I shrug. “I meant it then. Still mean it now.”
Her lips twitch like she’s fighting a smile, and she tugs the sleeves of the hoodie down again, trying to disappear into it.
“You’re really bad at taking compliments, you know that?” I tilt my head at her. “You deflect every time.”
“I’m not deflecting,” she mumbles. “I just… I’m still kind of recovering from seeing my mom, I guess.” Her eyes flick up to mine—bright, nervous, blue as hell—and it knocks the wind out of me. “Thank you,” she adds. “For everything.”
“Anytime, baby.” I slide my hand to her cheek, thumb stroking her skin. I love holding her like this. Her face fits in my palm like it was made for it.
Maisie gives a quiet little chuckle. “She liked you, by the way,” she says.
My eyebrows lift. “Yeah?”
“She called you sweet,” she says, scrunching her nose. “She doesn’t know how annoying you are sometimes,” she teases.
“Charming, baby,” I say, nudging her gently with my nose. “The word you’re looking for is charming .”
She rolls her eyes, but her smile stretches. “She also said I was lucky. For having someone like you.”
That stops me.
Her voice is quiet now. Honest. No teasing in sight.
I brush my thumb along her jaw, tilting her face back to mine.
“You are,” I say, unable to help myself. “I’m a fucking catch.”
She scoffs, but she’s smiling, and it’s the kind of smile that makes my knees feel a little weak.
I grin, my hands finding her hips. Her fingers bunch into the front of my t-shirt, and she pulls me closer, just slightly, like she’s not totally sure she’s allowed to want this.
“You tired?” I murmur, brushing my thumb along the dip of her waist.
She shakes her head. “Not even a little.” Her voice is breathy, her pink lip caught between her teeth, and it about ends me.
“Thank fuck,” I mutter, before leaning in and brushing my mouth against hers.
I step forward, guiding her back slowly. Her knees bump the edge of my bed and she sinks down onto it without me asking.
I reach for the jacket and t-shirt, tugging it off slowly, letting my knuckles brush the soft skin of her stomach. She lifts her arms, her eyes on mine, trusting me. I pull it over her head and toss it aside, my mouth watering when I see pink lace.
Fucking pink lace.
Her bra’s delicate, the straps sliding just barely off her shoulders, and I have to close my eyes for a second just to breathe through it.
“Jesus, Maisie,” I mutter, stepping between her legs.
She laughs softly, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I slide one hand around her back, fingers finding the clasp. It comes undone easily—thank god—and her bra falls away, slipping down her arms.
My mouth finds her neck, kissing slowly down her jaw, collarbone, the top of her chest, until she’s gasping quietly, her fingers tangling in the hem of my shirt.
I kiss her again, cupping her face with both hands. Her mouth moves against mine, eager and hot and so fucking talented. My tutor is a quick study when it comes to kissing.
Her hands slide under my t-shirt, her fingers skating across my back like she can’t stop touching me.
I shift, sinking down onto my knees, and hook my thumbs into the waistband of her leggings.
Her breath stutters, but she lifts her hips, letting me peel them down slowly.
Over her hips, her thighs, past her knees.
I slide her underwear off with them in one smooth motion, then drop them to the floor.
I lean in and press a kiss to the inside of her knee. Then a little higher. And higher.
“Baby,” I murmur against her skin, “tell me what you want.”
Her lips part on a moan when I kiss a few inches away from where she needs me. “You.”
I groan, dipping my head to kiss the inside of her thigh again. “You already have me.”
I ease a finger inside her pussy and her hips buck, needy and sweet. My tongue works her clit as I work her open, until she’s begging me under her breath.
I lift onto my feet and tug my shirt over my head. Then I unbuckle my belt, drag my jeans down, and kick them off. Her eyes drop automatically, her breath catching again.
I pull open the drawer by my bed, grab a condom, and tear the foil open with my teeth. Her eyes widen slightly like she’s never seen anything hotter, and, honestly, that reaction might ruin me.
I roll it on, and guide her back onto the bed. Her body melts into the pillows and I follow her down, bracing myself on my forearm as I line my cock at her entrance. I kiss her again as her hands slide up my chest, curling around the back of my neck.
Her lips part, her breath catching in her throat as I push in—slow, so slow—inch by inch until I’m fully buried inside her. My jaw clenches, muscles locked tight, because it’s all I can do not to come right fucking then.
“Jesus, Maisie,” I breathe, my forehead dropping to hers.
It’s heaven. Pure heaven.
She’s warm and wet and perfect, and being inside her feels like nothing else.
I start to move in deep, steady thrusts, and she gasps, her breath stuttering out in little whimpers. Her hands grip my back, legs wrapping around me, anchoring me to her like she never wants to let go. Which is good. Because I’m not going anywhere.
I kiss her shoulder, her jaw, the corner of her mouth, and whisper into her skin, “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”
She shivers at my words. Her grip tightens, and I feel the little stutter in her rhythm, the way her whole body reacts to every slow push of my hips. I can’t stop looking at her—her flushed cheeks, those wide blue eyes going soft, the way her mouth parts with every roll of my hips.
She moans louder, and that’s exactly when someone pounds on the wall.
“For fuck’s sake, Austin!” Nathan yells through the drywall. “Some of us are trying to sleep!”
Maisie gasps, slapping both hands over her face.
I bury my face in her neck, laughing. “Guess they heard that.”
“Oh my god,” she groans. “Can we pretend that didn’t happen?”
“Nope,” I grin, nipping at her earlobe, dragging my hands down her waist. “But we can make it worth the noise complaint.”
She tries to glare at me, but I flip us over, easing her on top of me in one smooth motion, and just like that, the attitude’s gone.
She blinks down at me, wide-eyed and unsure, her thighs trembling a little where they straddle my hips. Her hands hover like she doesn’t know where to put them, and I can feel her hesitation building, written all over her flushed cheeks and bitten lip.
“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” she admits, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Don’t overthink it,” I murmur. “Just do what feels good.”
Her eyes search mine, and I give her a soft smile. One hand still on her waist, the other brushing the back of her thigh, I help guide her down until we’re pressed together again and her mouth parts on a gasp.
“You okay?” I ask.
She nods, shifting her hips, rolling them forward, testing it out. A soft moan slips out of her.
“Fuck yeah,” I groan, my head falling back, jaw tight. “Does that feel good, baby?”
She moans again, breathier this time, and nods. “Yeah,” she whispers.
“Good. Keep going. Just like that.”
I slide my hands down to her hips, guiding her as she does it again. Slow, dragging friction that makes my spine arch off the bed. She bites her lip, trying to stifle the sounds, but her eyes flutter shut, and I can feel how wet and tight she is around me.
“Put your hands on me,” I say, my voice rough. I don’t even know how I’m speaking right now because I’m numb with pleasure. I tap my chest twice. “Right here.”
She plants her palms flat on my chest, bracing herself. Then she lifts up slightly and sinks back down.
My mouth parts on a groan. “Ah, fuck.”
My hands slide to her full ass, helping her move as she rocks against me again—harder this time—and she gasps, her back arching.
“Fuck, look at you,” I moan, dragging her hips down harder, grinding up into her. “That’s it. Ride me, baby. Take what you need.”
Her movements get more confident, more fluid. Her fingers dig into my chest, nails scraping lightly over my skin as she lifts off my cock and slams back down.
I can’t take my eyes off her. Her flushed skin, the way her tits bounce with every thrust, the way her mouth keeps parting like she’s too overwhelmed to speak.
She gasps when I thrust up to meet her, her whole body jolting.
“You like that?” I ask with a cocky smirk. “You want me deeper?”
She nods frantically, her hair falling into her face. I push it back, my fingers curling around the back of her neck as she moves again.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I whisper, watching her fall apart on top of me. “Every fucking inch of you. I want to see you come just like this.”
Her thighs are trembling around my hips, her fingers clawing at my chest as she bounces on me harder, messier. Her eyes flutter. Her mouth falls open, and I know she’s close.
Her body shudders, her thighs tightening around my hips as she moans through it, falling apart right there on top of me. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
I don’t even give her time to come down.
I grab her waist, flip us in one smooth motion, and press her back into the mattress, her hair fanned across the pillow. She blinks up at me, dazed and breathless, her skin flushed and fucking gorgeous.
“Too much?” I murmur, brushing my nose against hers.
She shakes her head. “No. I want more.”
Fuck.
I settle between her thighs again and push back in with a groan, burying myself deep, the stretch still tight, still perfect.
She wraps her legs around me, heels digging into my back, and I start to move, letting her feel every inch. Her fingers twist in my hair as I thrust again, harder this time.
She squeezes her eyes closed and lets out a moan. “Austin… you feel so good.”
I swear I lose my damn mind.
“You fit me like you were made for me,” I groan, my lips brushing her ear. “Every part of you is perfect. Mine.”
She tilts her hips and I slam deeper, hitting just the right spot. She gasps, her nails clawing down my back.
She lets out a desperate whimper, the sound crawling up my spine. “Austin—please?—”
I don’t even know what she’s begging for anymore. Doesn’t matter. I give her everything I’ve got. My hands grip her hips, my body flush against hers, and our mouths crash together between broken gasps and half-formed words.
She breaks the kiss, her head falling back against the pillow with a gasp.
“Austin—” she moans, voice high and desperate.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, grinding my hips deeper, holding her through it.
Her back arches and she clenches around me, coming hard with a choked cry, shaking beneath me. Her lashes flutter, mouth parted, eyes squeezed shut like she’s falling apart at the seams.
“Fuck,” I groan, watching her lose it. “That’s it, baby. Let go.”
She shudders again, her pussy squeezing around me—and that’s all it takes.
Her orgasm tips me straight over the edge.
I groan her name against her lips, thrusting deep one last time before I come, everything inside me unraveling at once. My entire body tightens, my hips stutter, and I ride it out slow, still buried in her.
She clings to me, her arms tight around my shoulders, and her breath shaky against my neck.
Neither of us moves for a long moment as the pleasure courses through us. Eventually, we catch our breath and collapse onto the bed.
I wrap an arm around her and pull her toward me. I kiss her temple. Then her cheek. Then the tip of her nose where her freckles are the most pronounced, because I can’t help it.
She laughs, fluttering her eyes closed. “You’re clingy after sex.”
“Yeah, I am,” I admit, brushing my lips over hers again. “Can’t help it. I can’t seem to get enough of you… and I don’t want to.” I press another kiss to her forehead, my hand tracing slow circles down her spine. “I love you,” I whisper.
Her eyes blink open, blue and soft and sleepy. She smiles so softly it makes my chest ache. “I love you too,” she says quietly.
I tug the blanket over us and tuck her against my chest. “Good,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Because I’m not letting you go.”
She curls closer, and as her breathing evens out, I stare at the ceiling, completely wrecked in the best way.
I close my eyes with a smile on my face, knowing that I could do this forever.
Just me and her.
My Cherry.
My Freckles.
My girl.