29. Austin
TWENTY-NINE
AUSTIN
I look out the giant wall-to-wall window, admiring the view of the Renegades practicing below.
My mind and body are still buzzing from my meeting with Paul, and the fact that in just a few short days, I’ll be down there with a whistle around my neck and a clipboard in my hand, preparing my offense for battle.
It’s fucking surreal—a dream that I never imagined would be my reality.
But it is, and for the first time since my shoulder injury, I feel like my future is looking more exciting than ever. I’ve got the best friends, the job of my dreams, and a woman and her three kids who’ve turned my entire world upside down in the most unexpected way.
Fuck, it’s good to be me.
I’m lost in thought when there’s a gentle knock on the open door.
I turn to see Paris standing there, looking as hot as ever in her tight black skirt and purple top.
The matching strappy heels on her feet have my mouth watering, the desperate desire to remove them with my teeth running like lava through my veins.
She’s so goddamn sexy, and the way she’s standing there with her tablet hugged to her chest tells me that she doesn’t even realize what she does to me.
“Come on in,” I say, greeting her with a smile as I eat up the space between us.
She steps into the room, and I double-check the hallway to make sure that we’re still alone before closing the door and engaging the lock.
This floor is home to the entire coaching staff, which is why it’s like a ghost town currently.
They’re all on the field or making other last-minute preparations for this weekend’s trip, so it’s just me and her, all alone with hours before either of us has anywhere else to be.
“This is really nice,” she marvels, her wide eyes bouncing around the office.
She drags her gaze from the dark wood desk by the window to the plush microfiber couch in the corner of the room.
Her attention catches on the round table in front of us, where Paul has left a bottle of champagne on ice, two crystal flutes etched with team logos settled right beside it.
“Thank you,” I reply, sliding in behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. She exhales a shaky sigh when my lips dust the shell of her ear, her fingers finding my forearms and wrapping around them loosely.
Goosebumps run along the heated flesh, my abdomen flexing as excitement and need flow through me.
“Sh-should you be touching me like this at work? What if we get caught?”
I hum, nipping at her lobe. “We won’t get caught if you’re quiet.
Can you hold those pretty moans of yours, baby?
” As much as I’d love to make her scream for me, it’s still a possibility that one of the other coaches could pop back up here for something.
I need to taste this woman more than I need my next breath, but I also don’t want to get busted and have to explain to my boss why I couldn’t wait until later to tongue fuck his assistant.
“I don’t know,” she rushes out on a whisper. “I can try.”
A cocky grin plays at my mouth. I love the fact that she’s willing to be adventurous with me like this.
Ever since her comment in Theo’s driveway, I’ve been curious about whether or not she’d actually be into hooking up in public, but she’s still in the beginning stages of exploring her sexuality.
We can’t move too fast. I won’t risk her being uncomfortable with anything we do together.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise, noticing the way her hips involuntarily rotate at my words. She wants it, and I can’t wait to show her the naughty things I have planned for the rest of the afternoon. “Let me get your surprise.”
Leaving one last kiss on the soft skin of her neck, I back away, heading to where I’ve dropped my bag beside the desk.
I crouch down, digging my hand through the inner pocket, glad that I prepared everything after I snuck out to my truck.
The moment Paul gave us his instructions—for her to join me in my office—I knew exactly how I wanted to celebrate.
With all the discussions Paris and I have had about trying new things, I don’t think she’ll be opposed.
At least, not after the initial shock wears off.
“You brought me a surprise? Shouldn’t I be the one giving you gifts right now?” She inches closer, perplexity written across her expression as her stare locks onto where I’m still rooting around inside the black athletic duffel.
“Oh, trust me, Baby Girl,” I reply. “This is just as much for me as it is for you.” Her eyes go wide as I lift the small silicone anal plug, her entire body going rigid as a broken breath leaks from her lungs.
“Y-you want to put that inside me?” she asks, the question barely audible. “Right now?”
I stand, reach out, wrap my fingers around hers, and pull her into me.
She squeaks in surprise as her hands flatten against my chest, and I dip down so that my lips are hovering over her ear.
“I want to drop to my knees, slide this plug into your tight little ass, and worship your pussy with my tongue until your orgasm has you squeezing around it. But only if you want that too, Paris. You’re in charge. ”
Her fingers flex, balling around the fabric of my shirt.
I rise to my full height, giving her a little room to think as she chews the inside of her cheek in consideration.
She looks nervous, but there’s no mistaking the fire behind her eyes as they home in on the plug in my hand.
It’s the smallest of the set we chose together, barely wider than two of my fingers.
The flared base has an adorable little gem on the tip, and I can’t wait to see how good it looks resting against her skin when the toy is buried inside her.
She takes another few seconds, her grip on me remaining firm as shallow puffs of air leave her parted lips. She pulls those deep brown pools away from the plug, looking up at me with all the trust in the world and begins slowly nodding her head.
I smirk, my cock thickening while pride swells in my chest at how brave she’s being. “Words, baby. I need you to tell me exactly what you want, or I can’t touch you.”
Her lids flutter closed, and I track the rough swallow that moves down her throat. The words are quiet yet confident, like music to my fucking ears the moment they fill the space between us. “I want you to put that plug in my ass, then lick my pussy until I come. Please, Austin. I want it so bad.”
“Atta girl,” I reply, pressing my lips to hers in a filthy kiss that has her melting in my arms. Our tongues dance, desperate moans and whimpers being traded as our hands roam wildly.
My touch lowers down her body, my fingers wrapping around the thick material of her skirt and yanking it up over her ass.
I groan when I find bare flesh, the small strip of lace between her cheeks begging me to rip it to shreds as I expose her. “Turn. Hands on the desk.”
She obeys immediately, spinning until her palms are flat against the smooth wood. I can tell she’s tense, so I start slow, caressing the globes of her ass as I drop my mouth to her ear.
“Look at you,” I praise, pulling her lobe between my teeth and giving it a gentle tug.
“So fucking pretty for me, these gorgeous curves ready to be bent over and used in whatever ways I see fit. I’m going to make you feel so good, Paris.
Then, you’re going to finish out your workday with this plug in your ass like the sweet girl you are, and every time you sit down, you’ll remember how I take care of you like nobody else can. ”
“Fuck,” she whispers, her chin dropping to her chest as I slip my hand between her thighs.
She’s incredibly turned on, her warm, slippery arousal soaking through the fabric of her thong and coating the pad of my middle finger.
Her entire frame trembles as I rub firmly over her slit, finding her swollen bundle of nerves and tracing soft circles around it until she’s whimpering for more.
“Let’s get these off,” I say, peeling the wet lace down her legs until it drops to the floor at her feet.
I kneel down and carefully remove her shoes one by one, then shove her balled-up panties into the pocket of my pants for safekeeping.
She’s turned me into a bit of a thief, desperate to collect as many pairs as I can, so I can do filthy, perverted things with them when I’m all alone.
She immediately widens her stance, giving me the perfect view of the heaven between her thighs and making my mouth water uncontrollably as I lean in and trail wet kisses across her ass.
“Relax for me, baby,” I tell her, flattening my palm on her lower back and urging her forward until her elbows are braced on the desk.
She lets her forehead press against the cool wood, a soft exhale leaving her lungs when I lean in and pause with my mouth just inches away from where she wants me the most.
“I’m going to prep you now,” I say, sinking my fingertips into her cheeks and pulling them apart.
“First, I’m going to lick this little asshole and get it nice and wet.
Then, I’ll go slow, starting with one finger and stretching you until you’re ready for the plug.
Use your words if you don’t like it, and I’ll stop immediately.
Okay?” Her pussy is so pink and swollen, practically begging for relief as I wait for her consent.
“Okay,” she echoes, and that’s all the green light I need to dip forward and feast. Desperate to get her taste on my tongue, I lick up her slit, my cock immediately hardening in response. She sucks in a hiss when I continue upward, circling around her asshole as it clenches.