Page 56 of Scoring Zone
One of my hands cups his balls while the other finds his hand, and I thread our fingers together. His release fills me, drowning my insecurities and washing them away.
I deluded myself into thinking I could walk away undamaged. I wouldn’t survive without him. Thankfully, he’s too stubborn to let me go.
I hold him in my mouth until his last tremor passes and I’ve milked him dry. He’s in no condition to reciprocate, and I want to come all over his spent cock.
Austin’s eyes remain closed as I jack myself over him, but he bats my hand away. He grips me solidly, a man used to handling a stick in all sorts of positions and conditions.
I’m ready to tease him, but he barks, “Come!”
My vision goes white, and my brain is pure static as ecstasy rolls through every cell in my body, and I obey him.
My legs can’t bear my weight, and I pitch forward onto his chest, and he circles his arms around me. I listen to his erratic heartbeat as we come back to earth. I’m content to burrow into him and never leave this spot.
“You have to promise me something,” Austin says, clinging to me.
“Anything,” I vow.
His adrenaline is crashing, and I’ll be what he needs.
“You can’t ever leave me because you think it will be better for me. Don’t ever take my choice away.” His blue eyes blaze with clarity.
“We’re in this together. I swear I won’t make a decision about us without you.” I kiss him.
He knew exactly what to say to ensure I couldn’t break us or our trust. It’s a leap of faith for him, and I won’t disrespect him by thinking I know better.
“Let me get you some water and something for your skin.” I stand, but he won’t let go of me. Unshed tears sting my eyes with a hope I haven’t allowed myself.
I know Austin would never purposely hurt me. He has an unnatural sense of obligation to everyone, and that supersedes what he wants. He always puts others before himself.
I worry about Austin’s decision when that time comes.
It’s slightly ironic that he asked me never to leave him. The only way I see this ending is by his choice.
“I can get it myself.”
“It’s your night to be worshipped like a king, and my penance for being a dumbass and making you worry tonight.” The bed is so far away, so we burrow into the couch.
“You being here is enough for me. No penance needed.”
He’s crucial for me, and I’d rather suffer in hell than hurt him.
But it’s hard to convince myself that this is real. I’m living in a fantasy world and can’t help but wonder when it’s all going to come crashing down.
Not tonight.
I shake off my fear, supervise his fluid intake, and apply arnica gel to his ass. He easily pulls me down, and I grab a blanket off the back of the couch before promptly falling asleep with my head on his chest.
Too soon, I wake up with a crick in my neck and my arm asleep under Austin and decide it’s time to cuddle in bed. When I lift my head to rouse him, his huge blue eyes are staring at me.
“Not creepy at all.” I yawn and stretch, causing me to lose my balance and tumble onto the floor.
“At least I’m coordinated.” Austin squats next to me and picks me up.
“If you hurt yourself, the team will murder me,” I complain, but I can’t keep the smile off my face.
“They’ll understand.” He grins and it wakes up the rest of my body.
“Like hell.” I’m unceremoniously dumped on his bed.
