Page 51 of Falling Offsides

“Auguste.”

It’s all breathy andfuuuuuckit shreds everything in me.

My control.Check.

My sanity.Gone.

My need.Out of fucking control.

My hand…slides under the waistband of my sweats. Gripping my hard-on so fucking tight, my world tilts off its hinges. A second heartbeat pounds in my palm. Blazing through my veins.

This is bad.

This is wrong.

This is crazy.

It’s so fucking good. So fucking maddening.

I can’t stop.

I don’t care what it makes me. I don’t care about anything except her goddamn mewls. Needy moans that wrap themselves around my grains like the perfect goddamn melody to my unraveling. My lust. My madness.

I stroke myself to the sound of her gasping—quiet and desperate, hidden in the hush of her apartment and the privacy of her mind.

Courtney doesn’t know I’m here.

Right here with her.

Every stroke of my hand picking up with her pitched pants. Faster. Harder.

“Fuck, yes…” The air hisses from my lungs with her disheveled cry.

“So good… Augus?—”

Court comes as I come. So fucking hard I forget my name, the sound of my voice with hers burning in my ears, her name on my lips.

When I open my eyes again, the dark screen is still glowing faintly around the edges.

I’m past the point of no return. Of morals and high grounds…

So what does it matter if I shouldn’t turn up the brightness so I can see her. See the mess her thoughts of me have made of her.

It’s fucking beautiful.

Courtney’s stretched on the couch. Book thrown over her head. A hand still resting between her thighs while the other splays on her chest, over her sleep shirt.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re driving me crazy.”

A smile pulls at the corners of her mouth as though she can hear me.

All I can do is whisper her name into the dark.

Just once.

Like a prayer.

“Courtney.”

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