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VAUGHN

T his game sucks. Okay—it doesn’t suck. We’re actually ahead and probably going to win, but I’m in a pissy mood. And it’s not like I contributed to the win in any way.

I’m in a terrible mood because Austin was supposed to come see me last night, but he had to cancel. And I know he had to. He was right to cancel when he has such an important test on Monday.

I could tell by his voice on the phone he was just as disappointed as I was, but it still sucks. Stupid college. Stupid tests. Stupid football.

I told him I could drive there after the game, but he didn’t want me to fall asleep at the wheel. I also said he could stay in my dorm and study this weekend, but he said—and he was totally right—that I’d distract him.

I can’t keep my hands off him when he’s actually in the same town as me. So I guess I’ll just have to wait until next weekend. I can make it. It’s just another reason I wish I’d have pulled my head out of my ass before we went to college.

It may not be fair to Vanessa, but since she was going to break up with me anyway, it would have been better if she did it when I still had a chance at convincing Austin to come here.

But maybe that wouldn’t have been better after all. He’s so happy at that school. I couldn’t take that away from him, even if we were together. My brain hurts from thinking so hard, and when we pull out the win, I’m in an even worse mood as I head to the locker room to change into a suit.

Yes. An actual fucking suit. Coach requires we all change into them after a game. Why? No one knows, and no one questions it. So I change out of the uniform I didn’t even get to play in and into a goddamn suit.

“Jesus, could you scowl more?” Jacob, one of the other freshmen, looks way too amused as he watches me.

“Probably,” I say, not smiling because nope, I’m not going to smile. My boyfriend is stuck in a whole other town this weekend, and I don’t get to hold him. Boyfriend? Is that even what he is? I don’t know because he still won’t let me tell him I love him.

I still think of him that way anyway. He’s mine, whether he knows it or not.

“You’re playing football for State,” Jacob says, his eyes wide and on me like he can’t believe me. And I can’t either, really. This was the dream. None of us could ever even imagine it happening, but we talked about it every time we went out on that field whether it was peewee, JV or varsity. It didn’t matter.

And here I am, being a totally ungrateful asshole.

“Sorry,” I say sincerely. “I know. I just miss actually playing.”

He grins at me and smacks my shoulder. “Cheer up, man. We should go out and celebrate the win with the team. They want us to go.” He nods over to where some of the older players are getting dressed.

“Nah. Thanks though.”

I sulk all the way to the dorm, wearing my stupid suit, missing my boyfriend and home. But when I get up to my dorm room, I can barely move because... there’s Austin, his books on his lap and a wide smile pointed in my direction.

I rush over to him, just as he stands up, and wrap him in my arms. “You’re here.”

He laughs against my chest and hugs me back. “It’s only been a week.”

“I thought it was going to be two.” I don’t want to release him, and I don’t. I just hold onto him, breathing him in like a total creeper.

He chuckles. “Eh, I couldn’t make it.”

That makes me far too happy. I reluctantly release him long enough to help him pick up his books and unlock my door. But as soon as he puts his books down on my desk and I drop his bag by the door, I’m on him again.

I kiss him hard, holding onto his face, my heart happy and full because he’s here. “Wait.” I pull back just enough to look at him, still holding onto his face. “I thought you needed to study.”

My gut sinks because I can’t let him get behind for me. He loves school. He just smiles sweetly. “I studied a lot. So much, I think my brain hurts.”

“Hey, that’s usually my problem,” I tease, and he laughs, leaning up to kiss me again. He pulls back, both of us breathing heavily. “I don’t want you to get behind because of me.”

He grins again, his hand going to my tie. “A tie? Really?” He quirks his brow.

I release his face and pinch his ass. “Shut. Up.”

He cackles and then pushes the suit jacket off my shoulders, going for the tie next. “I’m not going to be behind. I was worried, but the more I studied, the more I realized I already know the material. I’ll study more tomorrow, but I can spare tonight.”

“Tonight...” I say, a mixture of awe and excitement running through my blood. He’s really here. He showed up just to spend the night with me.

His fingers work the buttons on my shirt free, and he pulls it from my pants, removing it totally. My hands are everywhere, running from the sides of his face to the back of his head, pulling him in close.

He strips off his shirt, and I go for the button on his jeans. It’s a flurry of clothes flying and our mouths melded together as we reach the bed. I let him fall back, but my body follows, blanketing him.

I kiss down his neck and over his chest. “I can’t believe you’re here. That we’re...” I pull back enough to look at his long, lean torso and up to his eyes, full of lust. “That we’re really here.”

“You’re telling me,” he says with a sly grin.

I run my hand over his soft skin, feeling the hard muscle of his chest and abdomen and down the hair of his thighs. “What do you want?”

“You.” He says it instantly, so easily, and it makes my heart kick up in speed. His eyes hold onto me. “All of you.”

I think I know what he’s saying, but I need absolute confirmation. “You have to spell it out for me.”

I love the way his mouth slides into an easy, relaxed smile as he reaches for my hard cock, stroking it slowly, his eyes never losing contact with mine. “I want this inside me.”

I run my finger over his lips. “Here?”

He shakes his head, side to side in a sexy move, releasing my cock. “Uh-uh.” He guides my hand from his lips, down over his chest, trailing slowly over his groin, bypassing his hard-as-a-rock dick to his hole, resting one of my fingers on the rim. “Here.”

I swallow, my eyes following our hands the whole time, and I’m left staring at his puckered entrance. I test it, not pressing inside, but feeling the wrinkled, soft flesh with my finger. He wiggles beneath me, his head falling back slightly.

“Yes. There.”

“I, uh...” I’m almost woozy, looking down at my finger brushing against his hole. I don’t know how my finger is going to fit there, let alone my dick. “Are you sure?”

“You’re kidding, right? I always wanted it to be you.” My eyes snap to his face, the vulnerability enough to wreck me. “But I never thought it would actually come true.”

I lean down, stealing his lips and kissing him hard. The thought of anyone else being with him this way is almost too much for me to bear. “Mine,” I growl.

He laughs. “Easy, caveman. Do you have any lube?”

I nod my head, kissing his lips softly and grounding myself. My dick is more than ready, my heart too, if I’m honest, but I don’t want to hurt him. I want to make this good for him. “Tell me what to do.”

He doesn’t tease me or joke about me not knowing what I’m doing. He’s kind and patient as always. “Grab the lube and put some on your fingers. Get me ready for you.”

I nod, taking a deep shuddering breath and grabbing the lube from the table next to my bed. I do what he says, rubbing some between two fingers, trying to warm it up.

I watch in fascination as he parts his legs and then pulls them back, his hands under each knee, opening himself up for me. “Holy fuck.” I tremble, actually shake just from seeing his tight, pink hole on display for me.

“One finger. And then two,” he says, a smile on his lips. “I’ve played back there a little while jerking, so don’t worry.”

My cock jerks, just thinking about him playing with himself. “I need to see that sometime.”

He chuckles, but it turns into a groan when I circle his hole with one lubed finger, taking my time to explore and see what makes him feel good as I slowly push inside. He holds his legs for me, panting, his cock leaking onto his abs.

My dick is so hard, it hurts, but no way am I rushing this. I add another finger slowly, taking my time. It’s so hot and tight, I could come just from feeling this, which doesn’t bode well for my stamina if I make it inside him. But I know with Austin, there’ll be no judgment.

I work my fingers into him, stretching him, worried about hurting him. My cock is a hell of a lot bigger than two fingers, and I’m not ashamed to admit I’m terrified of hurting him.

Austin notices though, because of course he does. “Hey, look at me.” I do as he says, my breathing heavy and erratic. “You won’t hurt me, and if it’s too much, I know I can tell you and we’ll stop.”

“Immediately,” I say as a promise to him but also making him promise me in the same sense that he really will tell me and not try to push through.

He nods. “Promise.”

I breathe a little easier now.

“Now, get that dick inside me because if you keep this up, I’m going to come, and I want you to be inside me when I do.”

Okay, yeah. I want that. I scramble to pull my fingers free and then grab the lube, getting my dick nice and slick before positioning it at his hole. I lean forward and kiss him again, one hand resting over his heart, and I smile when I feel his is beating just as fast as mine.

I push into him slowly, and he grimaces. I don’t miss that, but he also looks blissed-out, like he needs more, so I give him just that. A little more, inch by inch, I make my way inside his body until my balls are resting against his ass.

“Yes,” he breathes, and I lean in to kiss him.

“Tell me when I can move.” It’s indescribable, the heat and the tight squeeze around my hard shaft. It makes my vision blurry, and I swear for a moment, I might pass out from the sheer pleasure of it, but I try my best to stay still. To fight every instinct to thrust into him over and over again.

“Move. Just go slow,” he says, nearly breathless.

I do as he says, pulling back and then pushing into him ever so slowly, making us both grunt and groan. We move together, but when he drops his hands from his knees and wraps his arms around my back, his mouth finds my ear. “Harder. It’s okay. It’s good. So damn good. I want more.”

That’s all I need to hear. I hold his legs apart now, pounding into him over and over, shifting my hips until he cries out, his nails clawing at my shoulders as he kisses over my neck and chest.

“There. Yes. Do that again.”

I nail his prostate over and over again, that familiar tingle trailing down my spine and into my balls. “I’m close. Too close.”

He understands what I’m saying, and I feel his hand move between our bodies, jerking himself off between us as I pound into him. He’s the first to go over but only beats me by a second.

My face goes to his neck as I muffle the sharp cry, unleashing inside him. I pump into him, spilling my cum deep inside, and revel in the sticky splash of his cum on our stomachs.

It takes everything in me not to collapse onto him with my full weight when we start to come down from the high. But when he laughs, I lift my head and look at him, trying to figure out what’s so funny. My cock is still inside him, and the ripple of his laughing sends aftershocks through me.

“I’m not sure it’s a good thing that you’re laughing after I just had the best orgasm of my life.”

He laughs some more but reaches his hand up to brush over my cheek. “I think I’m just in shock. That was...” He bites on his puffy bottom lip, looking at me in awe. “That was everything. So much more than I ever pictured, and I can’t believe it happened.”

“It did.” I pull his lip free from his teeth and then kiss them better softly, taking my time. “And it’s going to happen again and again.”

He laughs some more, and it’s the most beautiful sound. I slowly pull out of him and then lay next to him on my side, pulling him into me.

“Promises, promises,” he says sleepily, and I just kiss his temple and smile.

He has no idea what kind of needy monster he just unleashed.