Chapter Ten
Austin
"Christ," I growl, my hand sinking into Serena's hair as she takes my dick all the way down her throat, her watery eyes locked with mine. "That's it, princess. Choke on me just like that."
She moans around me, sending vibrations all the way to my balls. I snarl, so fucking close to losing it. That's nothing new. With her, I'm always so goddamn close to losing it. As soon as she has her hands or mouth on me, I'm ready to snap.
I lift her up, flipping her around until she's straddling my head.
"What—?" she asks.
"Get back on my cock and let me eat," I growl.
"Oh god."
I slap her perfect ass for good measure and then bury my face in her cunt. She hesitates for half a second before she leans forward over my hips, takes my cock in both hands, and slides her mouth back down on me, taking me deep.
I go wild, tongue-fucking her so deep she grinds down against my mouth like she's trying to smother me.
Christ, I could do this all night and not regret a second of it.
She rocks her hips, needy and desperate, begging with that perfect body for more.
I slip my tongue lower and circle her asshole, just to see if she'll lose her mind.
She does.
"Yes!" she gasps around my dick, her whole body shuddering. Her thighs tremble around my head.
"You fucking love this," I grunt against her skin, holding her open as I tongue her, first her pussy, then her ass, until she's frantic to come.
She tries to breathe, but she's too busy choking on my cock. I love the sound of it. Love the way her throat convulses around the head, massaging it. Her taste is everything. I want to drown in it, in her, for the rest of my life.
I buck up, fucking her mouth slow.
She whimpers, slamming down against my face, riding my tongue like it's her own personal pleasure device.
I fucking love her like this, wild and desperate and so goddamn honest.
"Don't stop," she begs, her voice muffled by my cock.
I don't. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just so, and then flatten my tongue to her rim, tracing it until she screams.
She comes in a rush so hard it leaves me soaked, her legs clamped tight around my ears.
I don't even let her catch her breath before I haul her off, flipping her over and pinning her face-first to the bed.
"Hope you didn't plan on walking tonight, princess," I growl. "Because you won't be able to move when I'm finished with you."
Her grunt of surprise turns into a giggle, then a gasp, then a ragged moan as I drive into her in one brutal thrust.
She's soaked, wrecked, and so fucking open for me. God, she's perfect like this.
I brace myself over her, fisting her hair in one hand, the other wrapped around her throat, and fuck her like I'm trying to fuse us together and make it so she'll never be able to shake me loose.
She babbles in ecstasy—words, curses, my name—but I can barely hear her over the sound of my own heartbeat thundering in my ears.
I don't want to be gentle. I want to brand her, mark her, make her understand she's never getting away from me.
I want her to know that her body, her heart, and her perfect, filthy mouth are mine.
I've known it for weeks. Every damn day with her, I just grow more certain. She's it for me.
She comes again, sobbing, her muscles clamping down on my cock so hard it hurts.
I don't stop. I keep pounding into her until my vision goes black.
"Serena!" I roar, spilling inside her in wave after wave of white-hot pleasure.
When I finally collapse, I drag her with me so she's tucked tight to my chest. We're both shaking with aftershocks.
I bury my face in her hair, breathing her in until she's the only thing that exists.
"You're my world," I whisper, my lips at her ear.
"Austin," she whimpers, reaching for my fingers and clinging tight.
I know she's in love with me, even if she is terrified to admit it. She said it in her sleep last night.
It's making me crazy.
I want to hear it when she's awake so fucking badly, but I know if I push, I may very well push her away. Every day, it gets a little harder to choke it back and swallow the truth, to wait until she's ready to hear it.
So I do this shit instead. I tell her that she's my world, and that I can't live without her. I remind her that she's mine. I fuck her until she can't move and kiss her in front of every camera that turns in our direction.
I claim her in a thousand different ways, and I wait. I try to be patient, to teach her that she has a soft place to land and that we don't have to repeat history, that we can forge our own path.
But I am not a patient man. I want what I want, and what I want is my ring on her finger. Yesterday.
My parents adore her.
My teammates love her.
And I'm so fucking in love I can't see straight. I need to hear her say it when she's awake. I may lose my fucking mind if I don't hear it soon.
"What time is it?" she asks after a few moments.
"No clue."
"We're going to be late."
We're supposed to go to the bar with my teammate tonight. I don't know why because I never go, but Dace made puppy-dog eyes at Serena, and she promised to make me come. I'd rather stay right here.
"That's your fault."
She splutters at me and then huffs, hiding a smile against my chest. "You know what? I'm too blissed out to even care how you reached that conclusion, so whatever. Blame me for your uncontrollable urges. I don't care."
I nip her shoulder, palming my ass. "You were walking around naked, princess. You can't blame a motherfucker for his uncontrollable urges when you're waving his favorite meal in front of him."
"I'm not a steak, Austin." She jabs me in the ribcage with her fingernail. "Stop comparing me to food. It's weird."
I tip her head back, forcing her to look at me. "Do I eat your cunt?"
"Austin!"
"Do I?"
"Yes."
"Do I eat your asshole?"
Her cheeks turn pink, which is just fucking cute. She'll let me lick and play with that little hole and beg for more the whole time, but she still can't discuss it without blushing.
"Answer the question, baby."
"Oh my god."
"Answer it."
"Yes."
"You're the best thing I've ever tasted, so I fail to see the problem with calling you my favorite meal." I palm her ass again, squeezing one round cheek before I roll from the bed. "Now, stop bitching. It's time to shower."
She flops onto her back, staring up at me like she isn't sure if she'd rather kiss or kill me. And then she smiles, shaking her head. "You know we're never going to get clean if we get in that shower together, right?"
"Who said anything about getting clean?" I ask, leaning down to haul her out of the bed. "All I said was that it's time to shower."
She buries her face against my shoulder, her body shaking with laughter.
"You look different," Lucas says, dropping into a seat beside me at the bar.
I glance away from the pool table, where I'm almost certain Serena is hustling Dace while Jasper, Dakota, and Killian watch, to glance at him. "I look the same way I looked yesterday, motherfucker."
"Nah." He grins at me over his beer. "That's not what I meant. I mean, you look happy."
My gaze drifts to Serena again, just in time to see her sink another ball. She looks fucking gorgeous in one of my jerseys and a pair of jeans that mold to her ass as she laughs at Dace.
"Maybe I am," I murmur, and then thank the bartender when he slides my beer and her wine across the top toward me.
"She's good for you," Lucas says quietly when the bartender walks away.
I just grin in response because he isn't wrong.
She's the best thing for me. Before her, the only thing that mattered was winning games.
Now? Football isn't my entire life. It's part of it.
The moments between games, when she's in my arms, and we're arguing over the remote, or she's giving me shit about something? Those are the best moments.
"You're in love with her," Lucas says.
I chuckle quietly, taking a sip of beer. "Is it that obvious?"
"Uh, only to the entire fucking world." He smirks at me. "You going to put a ring on it?"
"That's the plan." I scrub a hand down my face, groaning at the thought of her wearing my ring. "I'm losing my mind a little bit."
"So why not just pop the question already?" Lucas says, propping his elbows on the bar. "If you're half as gone as you look, why bother waiting?"
I laugh, shaking my head. "Marriage is a minefield for her, man. Her parents were a disaster. It fucked with her head in a major way, convinced her that she'd end up fucking up a marriage the same way."
She cried the last time we talked about her parents and everything they put her through. Listening to her sob tore my heart out. She's so convinced that marriage is off the table for her because of them.
Truthfully, I think that's why she was crying so fucking hard. She wants that future for herself. She's just terrified to reach for it and spend the rest of her life recreating their mistakes.
Lucas considers this, watching Serena stretch across the table for a tricky shot. She's biting her lip, her brow furrowed in focus, looking unfairly sexy.
Dace tries to distract her from her shot, but she just flips him off before casually sinking the ball, earning laughs from the rest of my teammates.
"So?" Lucas finally says. "A lot of people grew up with fucked-up parents. Doesn't mean you can't want something better for yourself. Lord knows, I haven't worked this hard just to end up a single parent like my mom or a deadbeat like my father."
"I know," I mutter, feeling the itch of impatience under my skin. "But try telling her that."
He takes a drink, then glances at me sideways. "You ever actually tell her that you love her?"
My hand tightens around the bottle, my knuckles going white. "She's not ready to hear it."
Lucas snorts. "Women always want to hear that shit, even when they pretend they don't." He raises his brows, meeting my gaze. "What are you waiting for, man? A sign from God?"
"It's not about me. She's just…not ready," I mutter.