34. Austin
AUSTIN
F uck .
Did she really just say that?
I glance down at her, watching for any sign that this is a dream, but all I see in her eyes is pure want.
“Please, Austin,” she says again, confirming that, yep—I didn’t make it up. “I want this. I want you.”
Her voice doesn’t crack or tremble. It melts, soft and breathy. My fingers are still in her hair, frozen like the rest of me, and my heart’s hammering against my chest.
Maisie looks up, her eyes flickering with something that resembles a mixture of nerves and desire. She’s breathing faster, harder. I don’t think she even knows it.
“Maisie…” Her name scrapes out of my throat like gravel.
I’m trying to keep it cool, like I’m not short-circuiting inside, but fuck. This isn’t how I saw tonight going. I thought we’d have a movie night, maybe make out a little, and I’d keep my dick in my pants and my hands above her waist like a gentleman. Not… this.
“We don’t have to rush,” I say, holding her gaze, hoping she hears how serious I am. “I’m fine with just kissing. Or cuddling. Or— fuck , Maisie—whatever you want.”
She swallows hard and her fingers twist into my hoodie, searching my eyes. “Don’t you want me?” she whispers, furrowing her brows.
Fuck me , the way she says it, barely audible, like it scares her to ask. Her teeth catch her bottom lip, and I swear I see a flicker of fear that I might say no.
I run a hand through my hair and exhale hard, trying not to just yank her against me and kiss the living daylights out of her. “You have no idea how much.”
That earns me a soft smile. Her breath tickles my cheek when she speaks again. “Then have me,” she breathes against my mouth.
The moment our lips meet, all my hesitations fall apart, because she’s not doing this because she thinks I want it. She wants this. She wants me.
And I want this girl. I want her so damn bad I ache with it.
I pull back to look at her again, trying to memorize her exactly as she is right now. Hair mussed. Lips kiss-swollen. Cheeks burning.
“You really want it to be me?” My voice comes out lower than I expect as I try to swallow the nerves crawling up my throat.
Her eyes soften—those ridiculously gorgeous eyes—and she nods. Her hand comes up, warm against my jaw, her thumb brushing over my skin.
“I couldn’t imagine someone better.”
And just like that, I’m done for. Because holy shit —out of every guy she could’ve picked, she wants me. I don’t know whether to kiss her or ask if she’s sure one more time just so I can hear her say it again.
I drag my knuckles down her cheek, then lower, to the hem of her hoodie.
I hook my fingers in and pull it up inch by inch, slow enough to give her time to change her mind.
She doesn’t. Her arms lift. Her shirt comes off, and underneath she’s in a white bra that probably wasn’t meant to be sexy but looks like sin against her skin.
“Jesus,” I breathe, kissing the strip of skin just above her waistband.
Her stomach is soft under my mouth, and she exhales sharply when I trail my lips along the curve of her hip.
My hands explore, gliding under the fabric of her bra to cup her breasts gently.
They fit perfectly in my palms, warm and full and firm.
I find the clasp and undo it gently, easing the straps off her shoulders. She watches me the whole time.
The bra drops, and suddenly I’m staring at her. Bare. Vulnerable. Fucking stunning.
I shake my head, the words swallowed up by the sight of her bare beneath me.
“I want you so fucking bad,” I start, my voice shaky.
“But I’ll go as slow as you need,” I assure her.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” My voice is rough with how much I crave her.
“At any time. You say the word, and I’m done. ”
She nods, breathing hard. “I trust you.”
I groan as I lean back down, kissing down her chest, dragging my tongue in slow circles over one nipple while my thumb teases the other. She gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair, and arches into me, her mouth falling open in a breathy moan. “Ahh. Austin…”
My name on her lips, like that? Jesus.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. Her skin is like silk, trembling slightly.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I whisper as I kiss her again, guiding her gently down onto the bed.
Don’t rush . I remind myself. Don’t fuck this up. She’s everything.
I run my fingers along the edge, and her breath catches.
I pause for a second, wondering if she wants to stop, but she signals for me to keep going. I peel her leggings down slowly, revealing white cotton panties stretched snug across curves that make my mouth water.
She buries her face in her hands, and lets out a soft groan. It’s the most goddamn adorable thing I’ve ever seen.
“Don’t hide from me,” I tell her, slowly peeling her hands away so she’s looking at me. “You’re beautiful, Mais. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful before in my life.”
Her lashes flutter as she looks up. “I’m nervous,” she admits.
My lips curve into a slow smile, and I rub my thumb along the edge of her thigh. “Open your legs for me, baby.”
She flushes deeper, and my cock throbs against my zipper. Her breath shudders out, but she spreads her legs for me slowly.
I lean back for a second, just to take her in. The soft swell of her stomach, the curve of her thighs, the way her cheeks are pink and her chest is rising fast. Every inch of her makes me fucking ache.
My hands slide over her hips, running over the soft skin of her stomach, feeling the faint ridges under my palms.
She goes stiff. “Don’t,” she whispers, her eyes darting away. “Don’t look at those. They’re… ugly.”
I freeze, because… what the hell? My chest actually aches hearing that. “Ugly?” I shake my head, leaning down before she can argue. “Maisie…” I kiss one, then another. “These are so fucking beautiful.”
She lets out a shaky breath, like she doesn’t buy it.
I glance up at her. “God, baby… you have no idea what you do to me.” Another kiss, lower this time. “I love every inch of you. Every single one.”
Her breath hitches, and I feel her start to relax under me, her eyes softening.
I smile against her skin because she’s letting me in and I press another kiss to her belly. “You’re perfect to me,” I whisper against her skin.
I settle between her thighs, kissing the inside of one, then the other, tracing lazy paths with my mouth. She shivers underneath me, and I lick my lips, my tongue tracing slow lines up her skin, inching closer to where I want to be.
I press a kiss to the softest spot, right at her center, through the cotton and she lets out the sweetest gasp.
I groan against her soaked panties, and hook my fingers under them, sliding them down, slow as hell, revealing her pussy glistening with arousal. She’s so wet she’s shining and I’m dying for a taste.
I tug her panties off and press a soft kiss to her pussy which she gasps at.
“What… what are you doing?” she asks, breathlessly.
“Getting you ready for me,” I murmur, licking slowly up her slit. “I need you wet and relaxed if you’re going to take my cock inside this pretty pussy.”
She moans, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, and I lose myself in the sounds she makes.
“You gonna let me make you feel good?” I hum against her, flicking the tip of my tongue right over her sensitive clit. “Hmm?”
“Yes,” she moans, tipping her head back as I devour her pussy.
“Goddamn,” I grunt against her skin. “You taste so sweet.” I wrap my lips around her clit sucking as I push my finger inside her slick warmth, feeling her flutter tight around me.
She trembles, rocking her hips, and I dive deeper, soaking in every moan, every shiver.
I lift my head when she moans loudly, my eyes dark with need. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
She shakes her head, letting out a soft whimper that makes my cock twitch in my sweatpants. “Don’t stop.”
Grinning, I run my fingers along her slit. “God, you’re so wet for me.”
She bites her lip but a moan escapes her anyway. Her hips jerk, her thick, gorgeous thighs clench around my head, and I groan into her. My tongue circles her clit and I lap at her until her fingers claw at my scalp.
She’s shaking, moaning, and I have no doubt my teammates can hear her, but I’d rather cut my left nut off than tell her to be quiet right now. I fucking love her moans. I love how needy she is for me.
“Austin. Oh god.”
I slide a second finger inside her, feeling her walls pulse tight and slick around me. She cries out, tipping her head back.
Fuck me. Those noises will be the death of me.
“You’re doing so good, Maisie,” I whisper, licking her again, curling my fingers inside her just right. “Taste so sweet. So fucking pretty…”
Her legs are trembling around me, and she’s panting, her moans coming out in short, choppy breaths. “I—I think I’m gonna?—”
“Let go,” I murmur against her, sucking her clit into my mouth. “Come for me, baby.”
She explodes with a choked cry, her legs clamping around my head as she comes hard, trembling and gasping my name.
I kiss her thigh as she rides it out, then her stomach, and crawl back up, cradling her face in my hands.
Her eyes are dazed and her lips are slightly parted. She’s so goddamn beautiful.
“Still good?” I ask, brushing hair from her face.
She nods, licking her pink lips. “I want more,” she whispers.
I quickly strip off my shirt and yank my sweats and boxers down, my cock aching so hard I feel like I’m about to burst. I fumble through the nightstand for the box of condoms I haven’t touched in months, tear one open, and roll it on with shaking hands.
She lies beneath me, her legs splayed wide on my bed, revealing her dripping wet pussy I’m dying to be inside. My chest is tight with how much I fucking want to make this good for her.
I stroke her cheek, leaning over her. “You okay, baby?”
She nods, but it’s shaky. “Yeah,” she whispers. “Just… a little nervous.”