Chapter 21
Violet
As I’m setting the table, I hear a knock on the door. My heart races a little as I walk over to open it. Austin stands there, looking as handsome as ever, with a bouquet of assorted flowers in his hand. He’s wearing fitted black jeans, highlighting his muscular legs, and a blue shirt that perfectly complements his eyes. The shirt is rolled up at the sleeves, revealing his strong forearms, and the top few buttons are undone, giving him a relaxed, yet incredibly attractive, look.
“For you,” he says with a warm smile, handing me the flowers.
“Thank you,” I say, taking the flowers and stepping aside to let him in. “You didn’t have to bring anything.”
“I wanted to,” he replies, leaning in to give me a quick kiss on the cheek. “It smells amazing in here.”
“I hope you’re hungry,” I say, leading him to the dining room.
“I’m starving,” he says with heat in his voice as he looks around my home. “Your place is beautiful, Violet.”
“Thanks,” I say, blushing a little. “It’s still a work in progress. I’m very fortunate Josy has this place and is letting me stay.”
We sit down to dinner, and the conversation flows as naturally as the wine in our glasses. We talk about everything—our childhoods, our dreams, our favorite books and movies. I learn that Austin loves classic literature, and has a soft spot for old black-and-white films, especially comedies.
“You don’t strike me as the type,” I tease, smiling over the rim of my glass.
“Hey, don’t judge a book by its cover,” he replies with a mock-serious expression. “Charlie Chaplin and It Happened One Night are timeless. Pure genius.”
“If you say so,” I say, laughing.
The conversation shifts as he tells me more about his time in the Army. There’s a slight change in his demeanor—almost a mix of pride and vulnerability as he speaks.
“It was hard being so far away from my family,” he begins, his fork idly pushing a piece of roasted broccoli across his plate. “But I wanted to explore the world and get a degree without racking up debt. That’s really what made me join the Army. Don’t get me wrong, though—I ended up loving a lot about it. The discipline, the workouts, the sweat, the sense of purpose…but most of all, the camaraderie. There’s nothing like it. You eat together, fight together, laugh together, it’s a bond like no other.”
“Did you get stationed anywhere dangerous?” I ask, genuinely curious.
He nods slowly, taking a sip of water before continuing.
“I was stationed in the Middle East for most of my four years. It wasn’t all bad, there were stretches of calm where we mostly ran drills and handled logistics. But toward the end of my time, things got…dicey.”
My breath catches slightly, and I lean forward. “What happened?”
He hesitates, his fingers lightly tapping the edge of his plate, as if deciding how much to share. “We were on patrol one day, and it was supposed to be routine. But then an IED went off not far from our convoy. It flipped one of the vehicles, and a couple of our guys got thrown clear.” I feel a chill run through me as he speaks, his voice calm but laced with a weight I can’t ignore. “There were EMTs on the ground already, but they were overwhelmed,” he continues. “I didn’t even think. I just ran over to help. We managed to get everyone out, thank God. There were some injuries, but nothing life-threatening. Still…” He trails off, his gaze distant for a moment. “It shook us all up pretty bad. After that, we stayed pretty safe, but I think about that day a lot. How close we came to losing people.”
“You saved lives, though,” I say softly.
He shrugs, his expression conflicted. “I guess. I just did what I had to do. Any of them would’ve done the same for me.”
The room feels quiet for a beat, the weight of his story lingering between us. Then he gives me a small smile, as if trying to lighten the mood. “But hey, that’s the Army for you. It teaches you to stay calm under pressure, to think on your feet. I wouldn’t trade those years for anything. They shaped me into the man I am today.”
I smile back, feeling respect for him. “Well, I’m glad you made it back safe.”
“Me too,” he says with a soft chuckle. “Otherwise, who’d be here to tell you that Charlie Chaplin is a legend?”
I laugh, and the tension eases as we fall back into the rhythm of our conversation. But the image of Austin running toward danger to save his brothers-in-arms stays with me, a reminder of the depth beneath his easygoing exterior.
After dinner, we move to the living room with our glasses of wine. We sit close together on the couch, and I feel the warmth of his body next to mine.
“Thank you for dinner,” he says, looking into my eyes. “It was perfect.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” I say, feeling a little shy under his intense gaze.
He reaches out and takes my hand. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” he admits softly.
“Really? What have you been thinking?” I ask with a mischievous smile.
Austin leans toward me and when he is about to kiss my lips he whispers, “I have been thinking about how much I want to taste you. How I want to eat your pussy until you are begging me to fuck you. I also have been thinking on how much I would like to see these beautiful lips around my cock while I fuck this pretty mouth of yours.”
At his last words, Austin touches my bottom lip, then leans down to bite me. I immediately moan wishing that I could actually wrap my lips around his cock. In the span of a heartbeat, he descends on me like a storm. His mouth and mine tangle together, the slick rush between my thighs make me desperate.
Is this too fast? Can I really do this? This date count as our third date right? Ugh, I don’t fucking know. There are so many things going through my mind but the way Austin is kissing me is making it very hard to think straight.
His commanding groan thunders as it's trapped in his throat and chest. He cups my breast and squeezes hard. My breathing is becoming erratic and I am making needy noises that tell Austin that I am eager for his touch. I am consumed by his kisses and his touch that burns my skin.
I place both of my palms on his face and look at his eyes.
He stops and looks at me.
“I want you, please don’t stop.”
Austin nods in approval and goes back to kissing me like he owns me. His mouth holds me captive, keeps me from oblivion and he fists the front of my dress and pulls it down to expose my breasts. He looks at them both and then back at me.
That’s when it hits—he’s probably used to younger women with perky tits, not someone like me. These breasts nursed my son for over a year, and now they sag. Whatever he’s thinking right now, it’s impossible to tell, but the urge to read his mind is overwhelming. As he pauses, just staring, worry starts to creep in. Hands twitch with the instinct to cover up, but before they can, Austin steps in and says, “You are beautiful, and these perfect tits are mine.”
Then he leans and takes one stiff peak to his mouth and sucks hard, I push my breast harder against his mouth and moan loudly. I watch with aching reverence as he takes a long moment with my breast, his free hand cupping my pussy underneath my dress, both hands are busy making my pulse gallop. After Austin is finally satisfied with my nipples, he drops to his knees between my legs while pushing me gently to lie back against the couch.
His lids are heavy and his hair a mess from my fingers. Softly, Austin takes my dress off as his thick, rough fingers skate across my belly and down to my pussy that is covered by my lace panties. I can see the wet spot from here and I am not even ashamed of it. I’m quite proud that this man can do this to me.
Austin groans at the contact with the wet fabric and I can’t control the shaking of my legs. Austin opens my legs as far as they can, giving him a perfect view. “I’m gonna eat my perfect pussy and I don’t want you to hold back.”
I nod my head, because I don’t think that I can speak while he is touching me like this. The admiration on his face is like a prayer; his eyes never leave my pussy as he lifts me to take my panties off, slinging my legs over his shoulders, bringing him close enough that his breath caresses me. His arms curl around my thighs, spreading me open, tracing my fluttering flesh with his fingertips. At the first contact, I am a mess, shivering and moaning. I have never felt like this before and it’s barely a touch.
“Are you wet for me?” he asks, knowing that I am.
I can see it from here, but I answer him anyway. “So wet, Austin.”
At my words, Austin slides one finger into my entrance, and I am so close to the edge, I nearly come.
“Jesus, Violet, your pussy is so tight. I’m gonna enjoy fucking you, do you know that?”
I suck in air like I am drowning, my lungs are burning, my pussy is clenching around his finger and I don’t want him to stop. I feel like I am losing control of myself and I can be taken over the edge from only his dirty words and the simple touch.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “Not yet,” he whispers again, just before he opens his mouth and latches onto my clit. “Good girl.”
A string of nonsense falls out of my mouth. The sweep of his tongue, the rapid tease, the hard pull that earns him a long whimper from me as I grab his hair and pull hard. My eyes close, my head lolling back, enjoying his delicious ministrations. But he stops and I look down. Austin’s face is full of my arousal and his eyes are beckoning me to just look at him while he pleases me. And that is my undoing, his eyes on mine, his tongue against my clit, the growl in his throat sending vibrations all the way through my body as I scream my release. Through it all, he laps it up, and he moans like he likes my cum on his lips. But he doesn’t stop there, he keeps his fingers inside me and continues sucking my clit. I am so tender that I try to push him away, but he doesn’t let me.
“I can’t, Austin,” I shake my head and plead, “I can’t.”
But I can and I feel it, especially when Austin says, “Yes you can. Now give me one more before I fuck you senseless.”
How can he talk like this? And how can his words make me want to just please him and do whatever he says? I can feel another orgasm forming from his filthy words, a strangle cry leaves my lips.
“That’s right, don’t you dare fucking stop moaning.”
I writhe against his hand as my orgasm continues long after it should have, his finger stroking me from the inside. Flashes spark at the edge of my vision until his hand finally slows, releasing me from the hold of the never ending climax. Then when I think that I am in heaven, I feel Austin’s lips trace my belly and later my breast before he ends up kissing me. I can taste myself on him and that makes me go crazy. I grab his face and kiss him harder, desperate for more. He returns the kiss with desperation. I grab at his shirt and start to unbutton it since I notice that I am the only one naked and I need his skin on mine.
Austin stops me and stands up to carry me. “Which one is your room?”
“The one on the left.” He starts walking with me in his arms as if I weigh nothing and I think I am in love. This is the first time a man has carried me; I feel so safe in his arms.
When we reach my room, Austin carries me to the bed, his movements deliberate yet filled with anticipation. I’m still laughing softly from the playful way he threw me over his shoulder on the way to the bed, but the sound dies in my throat the second he flips on the light.
It’s bright, almost glaring, and suddenly I’m completely naked, bare under its unforgiving glow. My skin prickles with awareness as every insecurity rushes forward, louder than the beat of my racing heart.
I can’t stop my mind from spinning. Does he see the faint stretch marks that trace the bottom of my belly, a roadmap of the life I brought into this world? Or the silvery lines around my breasts? Does his gaze linger too long on the soft curve of my stomach, the pouch I’ve never been able to flatten no matter how many hours I’ve spent in the gym?
My breathing quickens, my chest tightening with the urge to cover myself. What if this was a mistake?
While we were on the couch, the darkness felt like a safe cocoon. It shielded me from overthinking, let me focus on how his hands made my body feel alive for the first time in years. But here, under this relentless light, I feel raw and exposed. Like every imperfection is magnified, every flaw impossible to hide.
Austin moves closer, his eyes sweeping over me in a way that should feel intimidating but doesn’t. There’s no judgment in his expression, only something fierce and tender that I can’t quite name. He kneels on the edge of the bed, leaning down so his face is close to mine.
“You are gorgeous,” he murmurs, his voice steady and full of conviction. He lifts a hand, brushing his knuckles along my cheek. “And you’re going to be mine.”
The sincerity in his words is a lifeline, cutting through the noise in my head. His gaze isn’t picking me apart, it’s worshiping me, drinking me in like I’m a masterpiece he can’t believe is real.
My heart stumbles, and a shaky breath escapes my lips. I don’t know if I’ll ever silence those insecurities completely, but right now, under the warmth of his adoration, they don’t feel quite so loud.
Austin starts to undress. His eyes are on mine while I just stare back at him as he reveals his toned muscular body. His chest is heaving, his eyes are fevered as he haphazardly takes his pants off with his underwear, leaving him completely naked.
I get busy memorizing the curves of his shoulders, his strong pecs, the valley between his plains of abs on abs, the flat, low V on his belly that point straight at his big cock. It stands eagerly, pointing directly at me. The root is nestled in just a bit of hair and the sight of it sends a tremor to my pussy. I squirm, eyes still on his cock.
I know I’ve had a kid, but how in the world will that thing fit? I haven’t have sex in so long that I might as well be a virgin.
My mouth waters, wishing my lips were closed over the head of his cock as I see a drop of pre-cum leak free.
I start to stand from the bed to do just that when he says, “Don’t move. I want to keep looking at you for a few more seconds.”
His voice raw while he strokes his massive cock from top to bottom. I can see the pearl of cum on the tip growing and I want to lick it off so badly.
Austin moves to grab his pants, taking out a pack of condoms. I stare at him as he opens the pack with his mouth and sheaths one down his long, hard cock.
“Can you see what you do to me?” he says, walking toward me on the bed.
I wait, heart thundering at the massive size. “Yes,” I whisper, hypnotized by the movement of his hands.
“You did this to me. But know that once I fuck you, it’s only going to get worse, I won’t be able to stop. If I make you mine, you are going to be mine. Do you understand me?”
I nod, my breathing getting faster at his words.
I love how he sounds possessive. No other man has looked at me the way that Austin is at this moment. Taylor never talked to me like this. I can’t even remember the last time he said that I was beautiful.
If I am going to be his, I want him to be mine as well, so mustering all the courage in the world, I ask him. “Does that mean that you are going to be mine too?”
“My love, don’t you know that I have been yours since the moment you laid eyes on me? This is just the beginning of our story. Now, be a good girl and open those legs. Show me how bad that wet pussy wants my cock.”
I do as he says and open my legs wide, not caring that I am completely exposed to him. But oh so glad that I shaved everything. I want this with every fiber of my body. He kneels between my legs and touches my entrance with his fingers.
“Look at this pretty pussy, all wet, sensitive, and ready to be fucked.”
I moan at his touch. I want to cry when his fingers disappear.
But then when Austin stands between my legs and lines himself up, my heart stops. This is it, the moment.
He slides into me with a slow flex of his hips and a grunt to match my cry, filling me up. Once seated as deep as he can get, he shifts just enough so I can really feel all of him.
I pant, gulping air, too full to breathe—my body's on fire with not knowing what his size is going to do to me. I feel stretched to the max and I love it.
“You see how good you take my cock. You are my dirty good girl. Taking my cock like a pro.” Austin purrs while he starts to move, slowly at first but soon he looses his battle and starts to fuck me hard. I feel fireworks explode in my body, starting at the place our bodies meet and continuing all the way through my hair. My pussy trembles around his cock as Austin grabs both of my hands and holds them above my head.
Then, he lowers and licks my neck all the way to my ear where he whispers, “Come for me and soak my cock,” and that’s my undoing.
I whimper and whine and whisper nonsense. He pumps his hips, not stopping until he feels how I squeeze his dick. The torture is sick and sweet as he fucks me so hard that I can’t hold it and come as he keeps encouraging me to orgasm.
“Fuck, Violet,” his hips jerk as my pussy keeps clenching with my climax. “You are so fucking tight. I’m gonna come and you will take it.”
I yell, “Yes!” because my orgasm keeps coming and he is coming with me. He grunts and growls at his release, and when he is done, he collapses over me.
We can’t move.
Austin has all of his weight on top of me and I can still feel him pulsing inside of me. When he is done, he pulls back and looks at my eyes. “Are you okay?” He pulls my hair out of my face.
“I am more than okay. I am perfect.”
“Yes, you are perfectly mine,” he says tenderly as he stares at my lips. He gives me a kiss and rolls out of me. He stands and I look at him. “I’m gonna take care of this condom and come back. Don’t you dare move, my beautiful Violet.”
“Okay,” I manage to say. I admire his tight ass as he walks out of my room to go to the bathroom.
As he walks away, disappearing down the hallway with that easy, confident stride, I can’t help but let out a long, contented sigh. I never imagined tonight would end like this. When I invited him over for dinner, the thought of sleeping with him hadn’t even crossed my mind, or at least, not seriously.
Sure, I dreamed of it. Fantasized in those quiet moments when I allowed myself to wonder what it would feel like to be touched again, desired again. But my dreams were nothing compared to the reality of being with him.
And now, lying here with my skin still tingling and my heart still fluttering, I know one thing for sure: I don’t regret it. Not even a little.
I didn’t expect to feel this way; sated, content, like a part of me that’s been dormant for years has finally woken up. I hadn’t realized how much I missed the simple connection of human touch. The way a man’s hands on my skin can ignite sparks, the rush of butterflies that come with his gaze locking onto mine, the unspoken conversation in the way his lips moved against my own.
There was a moment tonight brief, fleeting when I thought maybe this was too fast. Maybe I was making a mistake. But that moment passed as quickly as it came, swept away by the way he looked at me, held me, treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
And now, with the night behind us, I realize that I don’t care if it was too soon. I don’t care what anyone else might think.
For the past ten years, I’ve been stuck in the shadows of my own life, letting loneliness and self-doubt dictate my every move. But tonight, I chose something different.
I chose to feel. To want. To act on what I desire instead of burying it under a pile of insecurities and fear.
It’s time to move forward. To stop apologizing for what I want and start living for myself again.
I close my eyes and let the last traces of his touch linger in my mind. Whatever happens next, I know I’m ready. Ready to leave the past behind and finally embrace what I deserve.