Page 61 of Scoring Zone
But going by the way Austin’s eye-fucking me, he has other ideas. The nap on the plane gave him a second wind.
“I thought I was never going to get you alone.” He tosses his hockey bag in the closet and pins me to our door.
His lips are unhurried and gentle. He kisses me like we have a lifetime ahead of us, so there’s no rush. Kisses me like it’s his only intention. Kisses me like I’m his.
My heart crashes in my chest, wanting that so badly. To be his.
“Tonight, I’m all yours. Tell me what you want.”
I don’t hesitate. “You inside me and holding me all night long.” We talked about him spanking me and getting other toys, but all of that pales in comparison to the soft press of his lips and his powerful arms around me.
He scoops me up, and I let out a high-pitched squeak. “I love it when you manhandle me,” I say, nuzzling his neck.
“I know.” He smirks. Austin lowers me onto his bed as if I’m made of fragile glass.
“You won’t hurt me.” I pull him on top and grind against him.
“But you deserve to be treated like my precious ray of sunshine.”
“Except I’m more tangible than that. You can own me.” It’s important for me to reassure him if he’s struggling with dark thoughts.
“Stop being so serious.” He yanks off my socks and nips the inside of my ankle. “I’m tangible,” he mocks me with a grin. “Like fucking sunshine would be something I would try.” He lets my foot fall onto the bed. “Gimme some credit for basic physics.” Austin rips my sweats down with my boxer briefs. “I might not have an advanced college degree like some people.” My shirt is next to go. “But fucking you is way more satisfying than a beam of light.”
“Noted.” My mind blanks out on a retort as his eyes roam my skin, creating heat in their wake. My dick jumps at the attention, and there’s no doubt who it belongs to.
Austin takes his time stripping for me. Each button needs two hands working in slo-mo to reveal his line of chest hair. It takes as much time to get to his happy trail as it does for a pond to solidly freeze over.
He spins around, and I expect him to discard his shirt properly, but he lowers it, exposing his broad shoulders and ripped back. Austin shimmies with a playful glance over his shoulder and raises his eyebrows suggestively.
I wolf-whistle and get the shirt thrown on top of my head. Before I untangle myself, he’s naked and glorious. Every muscle has definition, creating curves and dips and angles that must be licked and sucked.
“I will never get enough of looking at you.” My mouth waters as I reach for him.
“You’d better not. Not even when I’m old and wrinkly.” He takes two steps and launches himself at me, landing on my chest.
“Oof,” I groan and trap him in place with my legs. “Someone woke up with sex on the brain.”
“I dreamed about all the things I’m going to do to you.” He sucks the skin over my heart, and I hope it leaves a mark.
“Do it all.” I go limp and let my limbs rest spread eagle on the bed. We’ve been tested and agreed to sex without condoms. “I’m yours to take however you want.”
Austin’s eyes cloud over, and his headshake is almost imperceptible before his expression clears. “I want you to come on my cock so I can use it as lube to fuck you with.”
His surety sets me aflame. “Lie down and I’ll jerk off on you and then ride your cock.”
He shudders and gives me a bossy expression. “I like the way you think. But you’re not touching your cock, I am.”
He’s so sexy as he stretches out, and I straddle his thighs. “You drive a hard”—I motion to my dick—“bargain, but if it’s what you want, I won’t stop you.”
He spits on his hand and envelops me. I let out a loud sound of approval because he loves hearing me. “Watching you spit on your hand should not be so unbelievably sexy.” I rock, witnessing his smile light up the night sky.
“Nothing is better than the sight of you grinding on me.” Austin holds up two fingers. “Suck.”
I drench his fingers with my mouth, and he teases my hole, pressing in to work me open. My body greedily sucks him in, and his dick jumps, leaking precum.
Our thighs rub together, and the hair on his legs scrapes mine, ratcheting up my desire. Up on my knees, I’m not riding his dick, but even the friction of the air has me on edge.
“I’m close,” I pant out, losing my rhythm.
