32. Austin #2
I chuckle and lean in, press a kiss to her forehead. Then one to the tip of her nose. And finally, her lips. She sighs against me, and I kiss her like she’s the only thing that matters.
Because she is.
Eventually, I help her out of her clothes, swap her top for my hoodie— her hoodie now, really—and tug the blanket up over us.
I grab the trash can just in case. She’s not blackout, but she’s definitely never been this drunk before.
And it kills me that this was the only way she felt brave enough to be with me.
She curls into me like she’s always belonged there. Warm. Small. Soft in all the ways that make me want to protect her with everything I’ve got.
“Next time I try to seduce you while drunk,” she mumbles, voice muffled against my chest, “you have to promise to stop me again.”
“Deal,” I say, laughing quietly. “But just know it’s gonna kill me every time.”
She hums, smiling against my chest. “You like me.”
I dip my head and press a kiss to the top of her hair. “I do.”
“A lot.”
“An embarrassing amount,” I admit with a smile, brushing her hair off her face.
She giggles. Makes my heart pound against my chest. “Good,” she whispers, already half-asleep.
Her eyes flutter shut, and I just lie there in the dark, her body tucked tight against mine, and her breath warm on my skin.
I don’t say anything else. Don’t need to.
Because my chest is full, and my thoughts are loud, and all I can think is some things are worth waiting for.
And I’d wait a lifetime just to meet her all over again.
Maisie stirs beside me sometime after eight, groaning softly as she burrows deeper under the covers, like if she just tries hard enough, she can disappear entirely.
I smile into the pillow. “You alive, Freckles?”
She lets out a longer groan, muffled by the blanket. “Barely.”
I roll onto my side to face her, and immediately my chest squeezes.
Hair tangled. Mascara smudged under her eyes.
My hoodie falling off one bare shoulder, exposing a strip of soft skin that makes my brain short-circuit.
The sight of her first thing in the morning shouldn’t do things to me—but it does. It absolutely, irreversibly does.
Her legs are tangled in the blanket, one knee draped over mine, and I get a perfect view of the curve of her hip and the cotton panties she’s wearing—the ones I saw when I helped her out of her jeans last night.
And now she’s half on top of me, stretching like a sleepy cat. I’m already hard. Because of course I am. I’ve basically been semi-hard since she got into my bed and curled into me last night.
Not my fault. I’m only human.
I shift carefully, trying not to wake her, but her lashes flutter open. Big and blue and still a little puffy from sleep.
She squints up at me, her expression adorably groggy. “Did I try to have sex with you last night?”
I could be a gentleman and lie, pretend none of it happened. But… “You did,” I say with a chuckle.
She groans and hides her face in my bare chest. “Kill me. Please. Right now.”
I laugh, dragging a hand down her back. “You also called me obnoxiously handsome and said I smelled like heaven. So you know. Bonus points.”
“I hate myself.”
“I don’t.” I tilt her chin up, force her to meet my gaze. “I loved every second of it.”
Her blush spreads instantly—flaming red across her cheeks, down her throat. I swear I can see the heat racing across her skin.
She looks away. “I just… I was nervous. I didn’t want you to change your mind.”
I sit up slowly, bracing my weight on one elbow so I can reach her, sliding a hand into her hair. My palm cups the back of her neck. “Maisie, baby. I couldn’t stop wanting you if I tried.”
Her lips part. Her eyes flick to my mouth for a beat, then back up to mine, and I swear I feel it all the way down my spine.
Her gaze drops again—this time lower. She bites her lip.
Her hand drifts across my chest, tentative and slow.
Her fingers brush over my skin, tracing along the top of my abs, and I almost forget how to breathe.
She blushes, and I can tell she’s holding back something.
“What?” I ask softly.
She swallows. “I was thinking…” she starts. “If you wanted… maybe I could learn something new.”
My pulse jumps. “Something new?” I ask.
Maisie’s gaze drops lower. Slowly. Like she’s working up the nerve to follow through with whatever thought just landed in her brain. Her fingers trail lightly over my chest, but I feel it like she’s dragging fire across my skin.
“Like… maybe you could teach me?” she murmurs.
Then her palm drifts downward, smoothing over the line of muscle just above my waistband.
And I?—
Yeah. I nearly fucking die.
Fuck me.
My entire body locks up. I can feel the heat rush through me.
Don’t blow your load. Don’t blow your load. Do not fucking blow your load from having her hand on your fucking chest.
My cock twitches, straining against my boxers, and I have to take a full breath before I answer because she looks so nervous and I don’t want to scare her.
“You sure?” I ask, keeping my voice as even as I can manage.
She nods immediately, sitting up a little straighter. “I’ve never done it before, but I want to learn—with you.”
I stare at her. Squint slightly. “Are you still drunk?”
Maisie blinks. “No. Just… horny.”
I groan and drag a hand down my face. “Jesus Christ. You’re gonna kill me.”
She laughs, keeping her hand on my stomach. Still exploring. Still driving me absolutely insane.
I peek out from under my arm. “You sure you want to? There’s no pressure. We don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” she says softly. Her eyes meet mine. “You make me feel safe.”
And just like that, my heart flips over.
That one sentence hits me harder than anything else. Because this girl—this stubborn, beautiful, brilliant girl— trusts me.
I reach for her hand and lace our fingers together, lifting it to my mouth to press a kiss to the back of it.
“You’re such a good tutor, baby,” I murmur. “But now it’s your turn to be the student.” I glance at her, heat simmering low in my stomach. “You gonna let me teach you how to suck my cock?”
She nods, her breath catching as her cheeks turn the most delicious shade of pink.
I lean in and kiss her again, my tongue brushing hers just enough to tease, to taste her. Then I guide her hand down between us, curling her fingers around me through the thin cotton of my boxers.
Her eyes go wide. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” I say, barely holding back a groan. “That’s what you do to me.”
She shifts closer, adjusting her grip. Testing the weight of me in her hand like she’s trying to figure me out.
I shift, just slightly, and let out a breath through my nose, trying to keep myself from combusting. My boxers are clinging to me now, tight and damp with how hard I am, and every time her hand moves, it’s a new level of torture.
So I do the only thing I can think to do.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of my boxers and push them down.
Her hand freezes and her breath catches when she sees me. Her mouth falls open just slightly, and for a second, she just… stares.
My cock is right there in front of her, flushed and thick and leaking at the tip. I’m fully hard now, resting against my lower stomach. I know what I look like naked. I’ve had girls brag about my size. But her reaction is the best thing that’s ever happened to my ego.
Maisie swallows, her cheeks burning. Her gaze flicks up to mine, then back down like she’s not sure if she’s allowed to look.
“You’re… um.” She blushes even harder. “You’re really big.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
My cock twitches at her words.
Do not come. She just fucking looked at you.
A laugh rips out of me. “Baby, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna embarrass myself.”
She shifts a little closer, watching intently as she moves her hand. Her grip is awkward at first, uneven, but I don’t care. The second her palm drags over the sensitive underside of my cock, I have to grip the blanket just to stay grounded.
I wrap my hand over hers, guiding the rhythm. “Start slow,” I murmur. “Use your hand first. Wrap it around the base.”
Maisie sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and her fingers twitch around me, resuming that slow, tentative stroke, and this time, I do groan. Louder.
“Just like that,” I manage. “God, that feels good.”
“Yeah?” she asks.
I groan in response, my head tipping back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut. I force them open again because I want to watch this. Want to remember every second of it.
“Now just… spit in your hand a little,” I murmur, breathless. “Get it nice and wet.”
She glances up at me, hesitant.
“Don’t overthink it,” I tell her. “It’s just us, baby.”
She nods, leans forward a little, and spits delicately into her palm. She brings her hand back to me, her fingers wrapping around my cock again, and this time it’s slick. Her grip glides easier now, smoother, and my entire body tenses at the first slow stroke.
Her hand moves again, more confident now, more curious, and I swear, I black out for a second.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I mutter, dropping my head to the pillow. My hips twitch against the mattress. “Jesus. You’re a fast learner.”
She smiles shyly, and I can tell she likes the praise, likes knowing she’s making me come undone with nothing but her hand and wide eyes locked on mine.
“Can I try with my mouth?”
I choke.
Literally. I cough like a dumbass, because apparently that’s my body’s reaction to hearing the hottest sentence ever come out of her mouth.
“Mais,” I manage, already half-gone.
Her eyes flick up. “Can I?”
I just nod. Because that’s all I can do. Words? Language? Never fucking heard of them.
Maisie leans over, moving her hair out of the way as she moves down, and then she places the softest kiss right at the tip.
I hiss in a breath.
Then she does it again. And again. Lower now.
Her lips barely graze me and I’m already straining like a goddamn lunatic. Every part of me is wired tight. One wrong move and I’ll lose it in the lamest way possible.
She kisses along the base, her hand wrapped around me like I showed her, thumb brushing just under the head.
“Slow,” I murmur. “Use your tongue—just a little. You don’t have to take everything.”
She listens. Follows every instruction. Girl’s about to ace the class.
Then she licks me like a fucking ice cream cone. She tastes and teases me until I can’t fucking take it anymore. I grunt, tipping my head back and before I can react, she finally takes the tip into her mouth, sucking on it.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re doing so good.”
She hums, like she likes hearing that, and the vibration sends a shiver down my spine.
“God, you’re such a good student,” I mutter, brushing her hair off her cheek as she pulls back for air. “A fucking overachiever.”
She takes more of me in, and I can’t stop watching her. Her soft lips stretched around me, her cheeks hollowing a little, her hand still pumping slowly in rhythm.
“Look at me,” I breathe, and when she does— fuck —I nearly lose it. Big blue eyes, blown wide, her lashes fluttering. There’s something so pure about her, and yet here she is, mouth full of my cock, learning how to wreck me.
“You’re gonna make me come if you keep looking at me like that.”
She pulls off for a second and her lips are wet. “Isn’t that the point?”
I groan, hand sliding into her hair. “Dirty, little tutor. Already trying to outdo me.”
She leans in again, this time more confident. She sucks harder, deeper. Her tongue circles the head every time she pulls back, and I know I’m close.
I grip the sheets. Try to hold back. But it’s too good. “Maisie, fuck, I’m gonna come.”
She doesn’t stop. She keeps going, keeping her eyes locked on mine, so pretty and focused, like she wants to watch it happen.
And when I let go—when it finally hits—I come so hard I forget where I am. My whole body jerks. My hips lift off the bed. A groan rips out of me loud enough to echo, her mouth warm and perfect around me as I spill down her throat.
She stays with me through it. Keeps her mouth on me. Lets me ride it out.
When I finally stop shaking, she pulls off with a breath and licks the corner of her mouth.
“Was that okay?” she asks quietly.
I pull her up into my arms immediately, and kiss her hard. “You have no idea.”
She curls back into my chest, still flushed, still smiling. I wrap both arms around her and press a kiss to her forehead, holding her close.
“You were fucking amazing,” I murmur.
“You’re kinda easy to please,” she says with a teasing smile.
“Hey.” I shoot her a grin. “You just blew my mind. Don’t sass me.”
She chuckles, softening as she leans into me. “I like learning with you.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “Anytime, baby. Class is always in session.”