21. Athena
CHAPTER 21
Athena
JANUARY 2ND 2023
“ I can’t take it anymore.” I’ve kidnapped Scott. I want to call him my boyfriend, but it’s been a billion years since we kissed and told each other we loved each other. The flames of that fire have not yet been stoked.
It’s almost like we’re going in slow motion, or in reverse. I wasn’t quite expecting we strip off and bonk like rabbits, but at the same time… I dunno, there’s no awkward getting-to-know-him stage. I have already heard him fart, I know his feet smell, he’s heard me fart, and knows I’m hyper independent, and he’s going to need to push me to let him into my castle.
Okay, fine, he’s already in the castle, but he’s going to need to work to get his feet up at the fire.
“Can’t take what?”
“This.” I point my finger between the two of us. “It’s weird, and we don’t need to be weird, and I’m so fucking wet it’s driving me crazy. I wake up wet, I spend my day wet, I go to bed wet.”
He pulls off his shirt, and my pussy roars to life.
I hold up my hand. “Not so fast. We aren’t fucking today.”
His face falls.
“If you go to Northern Ireland and lose those games, even if they’re exhibition games, I’m not having my pussy blamed for your failure.”
He opens his mouth to speak.
“Don’t even try to deny it’s a possibility Scott Raine, I know how superstitious you hockey players can be.”
His face goes through a whirlwind of emotions, but he settles on acceptance. “That’s fair.” He pauses, staring at me like he wants to eat me alive. “So, what do you propose?”
I shrug, trying not to let the hormones raging through my blood consume me. “Second base. Maybe third.”
He holds his chin between his finger and thumb and stares off into the distance like he’s thinking. After a fraction of a second, he nods. “I accept your counter-negotiation.” He’s already shucking off his jeans to the floor, but his foot gets caught. He wobbles, catches his balance, but wobbles again and ends up on his ass.
“A little eager beaver are we, Scottie?”
He grins at me, it’s savage, heated, and verging on dangerous. “I can’t wait to eat your beaver, Bright Eyes.” He licks his lips.
I move to unbutton my shirt, but he growls at me like a feral beast. “Don’t you fucking dare, Athena.”
I can’t help laughing. “What the hell? So, you can strip to your boxers, but I have to stay fully clothed?”
“I have been dreaming of this moment for longer than you can imagine. I’m going to take your clothes off, worship your body, and make you cum for me so hard you’ll want to follow me to Ireland to make you cum again.”
His boxers are light grey and already have a growing patch of wet on them, but instead of shying away from it, he smirks. “Yeah. There’s every chance I’m gonna be a two-pump-chump for our first time, Bright Eyes. I’ve waited for this a long fucking time, and I’m pretty sure this is all a dream.”
He drags his fingers through his wavy brown hair. “Do you know how many times I’ve blown my load overnight because of you?” He pulls off a sock while balancing on one foot. “So many that I couldn’t even give you a number.”
He’s shameless, not at all embarrassed to admit what he’s saying, and there’s something so inherently hot about a man that just tells it like it is.
“Have you…?” I clear my throat, embarrassment making it tickly.
“Have I had sex before?” He awaits confirmation of my question, so I nod.
“I have. And rather unfairly to the small number of women I have slept with, I imagined I was fucking you, every single time.”
“You did?” My usually confident, unwavering voice sounds airy and breathless.
He nods.
“Did it help?”
He shakes his head. “Premature ejaculation isn’t generally something women enjoy, Athena. Even the thought of being with you had me shooting off before it was time.”
My whole body is hot, my head light. The way he talks about me with such reverence while also being low-key filthy is just the perfect combination.
His cock strains against his boxers that now have a golf ball sized wet patch right there in the crotch. I did that. Me.
“Are you a virgin, Athena?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“You’ve had cocks before.”
I love when he says cock. I nod as he stands.
“How many cocks have you had, Bright Eyes.”
He wants my number? Oof. I guess we’re doing this now, too.
I hold up three fingers.
“Three cocks?” He tips his head like he was expecting more. “Why so few, Athena? Don’t you like sex?”
The room is so hot I want to rip all my clothes off as I nod. “I love sex.” I do, there’s something so liberating about being your most feral and free.
“How many women have you been with?”
“Too many to count.” My nipples pucker at his question. He knows I like women; he’s not deterred or intimidated by the fact I like women. And my brain chooses right now to conjure up images of him and another woman making me scream and boneless in my bed.
“Then why so few cocks?” He seems to have noticed I like how he says the word cock.
“You know why.” I give him my most intense, don’t-make-me-say-it stare, but his returning grin is wolfish. “Say it.”
I pull my shoulders back and hold my chin up. I won’t shy away from this just because it’s uncomfortable for me to be vulnerable. “Their cocks weren’t your cock.”
He groans as though he loves hearing me say the word cock, too. “We’ve wasted so much time, Athena.” He closes the distance toward me and skims his finger along my jawline. I can’t believe how a simple touch lights up my whole body.
It’s like there’s magic in his fingertips, and it’s felt everywhere. My eyes search his as he fists my hair and tugs my head back. His mouth closes over mine, and his tongue explores my mouth.
This kiss isn’t like our last one, it’s not lazy and tired and patient. It’s demanding, desperate, and dangerous. His hand grips my waist and it’s firm, commanding, like he’s not wasting a single second more, like he already owns me. Because he does. In truth, Scott Raine has always owned me, we’ve simply been living in denial.
When his hand slides up toward my boob, an instinctive squeak slips out, and he stops dead. “You want me to stop?”
“Jesus Christ, Scott, you’re going to kill me.” I drop my forehead against his chin. “No. I don’t want you to stop. I think I’m just going to have moments of ‘holy shit, my brother’s best friend is groping my boob,’ or… whatever else you’re going to do with me.” I look up at him, expecting to see irritation in his eyes, but all there is, is amusement.
“It’s a bit weird, right?”
I shake my head. “Don’t get the wrong impression. I want this. Dios mío do I want this. It’s just, I…” I huff out a breath like it might clear the words out. “I’ve wanted this for so long, now that it’s happening, it’s all a bit surreal.”
Holding my gaze, he covers my boob with his giant man hand and squeezes. “Honk, honk.”
I want to laugh out loud, but it draws a guttural sound from the back of my throat that I’ve never heard come out of myself before.
“Are you going to joke your way through our sex life?”
He nods, solemnly. “If that’s a problem we should stop this train right now.” He honks the other boob to make it even. “I’ve always imagined we’d have fun together. If you can’t have fun with the person you love, if you can’t laugh in the bedroom when you’re at your most vulnerable with each other, then is it even love?”
I’d respond, but his thumb is rolling circles over my nipple through my bra, and it’s as though he’s shut off all power to intelligent conversation. My breath catches as I lean into his hand. Fuck.
“Scott.” It’s a single word, and I’m not sure why I even say his name but I reach a hand out to steady myself against his chest while he shushes against my ear.
“It’s okay, pretty girl, I’ve got you.” He dots kisses down the side of my neck, his lips searing my skin with the lightest of touches. “I know, it’s overwhelming, but we’ll get through it together, okay?”
My eyes well up with a surprising rush of emotion, and I blink them back.
“Don’t fight it, Athena.” He nips at the skin at the bottom of my neck sending wave after wave of shivers through my body. “Fuck. I love how responsive you are.” He places gentle kisses on top of the sensitive skin he’s just nibbled at. “There’s every chance I’m going to come in my pants and cry my eyes out during our first time. We just have to go with it and feel what we need to feel, okay?”
As he speaks, he places his hand under my shirt on my bare waist. A slow hiss of breath escapes me as he skims my ribcage and cups my bra-clad breast. Each movement is slow, deliberate, and I can tell from the concentration on his face that he’s logging my every single reaction.
Scott Raine’s hand is on my naked flesh. And I want more.
As though he can’t stay standing anymore, he crouches onto his haunches, picks up the bottom of my shirt and lifts it so he can see my bare stomach. The thought crosses my mind to suck it in, but if he doesn’t like me for who and how I am at this point, I’m shit out of luck.
He kisses my stomach, dragging his lips across my skin making me tip my head back on a sigh. Trailing his tongue up my body, he makes me moan. He’s standing as he travels the length of my torso, and when he gets to the band of my bra, he stands up and tugs my shirt over my head.
Standing back, he takes me in. I don’t feel an urge to cover myself. I’m generally confident in my own skin. Even if I wasn’t, the look in Scott’s eyes right now would make me stand here naked for hours if I could.
Not gonna suggest that because he might agree, and I’ll never get to come.
He eyes my red, lacy bra like it’s a wonder of the universe. “Fucking hell, Athena. I’m already close.”
I giggle, but nod because I know exactly what he means. Realistically, it’s only been two years since we met, but it’s as though every single urge and desire from those two years are bubbling into one overflowing pot on the stove.
My body is supercharged, a chain reaction has already started deep within my body, and it won’t take long for him to get me to where I need to be.
He shucks my pants off, painfully slowly, tracing the lines of my ass cheeks, thighs, hell, even brushing over my knees, letting me balance with a hand on his shoulder while he starts taking them off.
What the hell is wrong with me? Who finds knees sexy? I don’t know if it’s even a thing, but Scott has somehow managed to make my knees—the front, not even the back—sensual. His soft lips sweep over the delicate skin on my legs, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he takes slow, intentional care while undressing me.
It’s not frantic or rushed. It’s measured, like he’s spent years pining for this moment but never believing it would happen, like he’s afraid once it does, it might never happen again.
He kisses all the way to the tips of my big toes as he slides my clothing off my feet and casts them onto the floor, then, he kisses all the way back up, stopping so painfully close to my crotch I might die.
“You don’t have hairy toes.” It almost sounds like he’s talking more to himself than me, but I feel compelled to answer anyway.
“I mean, I probably do sometimes. I can’t say it’s something I regularly check for. Also, I had laser hair removal, so I don’t have hairy much of anything.” It’s not a sexy conversation, but the way he smiles up at me tells me he’s glad it isn’t. “And probably only my big toe if anything.” Can’t say I’ve ever thought about hair on the tops of my toes, but clearly, it’s something Scott feels strongly enough about to mention when he’s getting me ass naked.
“That’s why you’re so soft.” He nuzzles against the top of my inner thigh. It takes everything I fucking have not to shunt his head into my crotch, but he’s clearly enjoying himself, even if the teasing, the painfully slow exploration might kill me.
He runs his fingers along the seam of the triangle of lace covering me. “Fuck.”
I’ve never heard someone cram so much pain into a single word. Nor have I ever heard the word ‘fuck’ have quite so many syllables.
He pushes to stand and takes a step back. “I need to just… I… fuck, Athena you’re so goddamn beautiful.”
The way he looks at me fills me with confidence, desire, and power, so I slowly turn in a full circle, enjoying the way his pained moan returns with gusto when he sees the red string between my ass cheeks.
When I turn back to face him, he’s chewing on the side of his fist and shaking his head. “You should be illegal,” he grits out.
I was going to let him take my underwear off while we were lying down together on the bed, but the raw, animalistic need in his eyes as he sits there makes me want to hold onto the power for just a little longer before he breaks his restraint-leash. How far can I push this man before he snaps?
Snaking my hands behind my back, I find the catch on my bra. His breathing is shaky, his chest rising and falling in quick, sharp movements, his eyes beyond hungry, he’s famished.
I unclasp the hooks, and one of my straps slips off my shoulder. His nostrils flare.
I slowly peel the bra from my body, with every bit of the frustrating patience he just displayed while undressing my outer layer. His body is coiled like a snake ready to strike, our eye contact is on point until I hold the lacy garment out to the side of my body, and his eyes follow it like he’s not ready to stare at my naked titties.
Only when I drop it do his eyes follow back up the length of my arm before settling on my chest. If eyeballs could bug out of a human being’s face like they do in old cartoons that would happen in this moment.
A giggle tumbles from me.
He shakes his head. “Perfect.”
I don’t want to be with someone who wants perfection. I want someone who loves me for all my flaws, and if I thought for one second that our relationship was solely physical, that Scott wouldn’t love me if I was two hundred years old, saggy in all the wrong places, with no teeth, I’d shut this shit down right now.
But he’s seen me cry, he’s heard me fart, and he’s tasted my catastrophic baking fails and didn’t even pretend they were the tastiest thing he’d ever tried in his whole life.
And as I slide my thong down the length of my legs to the end of my foot and kick it at him, then do another turn, he’s now seen every single inch of my body, and his dick is still pointing north. Aggressively so.
I have no idea how we’re supposed to stay this side of sliding into home, but I swear to all that’s holy if I don’t come soon, I’m going to literally explode.
They’ll find tiny pieces of me all over this room, and my clit will still be in one piece, throbbing like crazy.
As I prowl the few steps toward him, he overtly ogles my body, licking his lips.
When I reach his knees, he loops his hands around my ass and pulls me onto his lap, sliding his palms up to my shoulder blades and pressing me to him.
Our lips meet again, this time it’s more fevered, and with his thick cock pressing against my pussy I can’t help but grind against him.
“Athena.” The anguish in his voice is back. “I’m too…” He hisses as I don’t stop rolling my hips and sliding along the length of his dick, enjoying the moist fabric, a reminder that he’s already uncomfortably hard and leaking. Because of me.
“No. Nonononononono. Agh.” He grunts, and his head lolls against my shoulder on a low moan.
Did he just? Oh my god. I think he did. His dick’s softening under my pussy. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Scott?”
He looks up at me, his cheeks darkening with a deep blush.
I offer him a sympathetic look; despite the fact I want to giggle. “Did you just?—”
He groans again as he nods. “Yeah. I did just. You can laugh, I knew it was going to happen. I just blew my load in my boxers.”
He won’t look me in the eye, and his body is rigid. He’s probably mortified at coming in his pants. “Hey.” I grab his chin so he looks at me and kiss him so deeply he holds me against him again, like he’s afraid I might pull away and stop kissing him.
“It’s okay.” I brush my nose against his. “Please don’t be embarrassed. It’s actually flattering.” I peck his lips gently.
His eyes swim with emotion I can’t place. “I told you I’d go quickly the first time. I’ve been dreaming of this since I met you, Bright Eyes. If nothing else, it would usually mean I’ll be able to go longer when I actually get inside you after my trip, but.” He shrugs. “I wouldn’t bet on it. You make me want to blow my load.”
I laugh. “And they say romance is dead.”
The grin he flashes me as he tosses my naked ass onto the bed is unhinged. “I’ve had my orgasm, now it’s time for me to have my dessert.”