Page 41 of Your Biggest Downfall (Ravens Hockey #3)

austin

She kissed me like she owned me—like she was marking me as hers.

I held her tightly to my body, our chests pressed together as she devoured me with her tongue.

Everything else in my life might be unraveling, but she was the last string holding it all together.

I might have only been twenty years old, but I knew I wanted to be with her. .. forever.

I wanted to make this right for her, take it at her pace, but I could feel her heat between her thighs, even through the water.

“It’s cold,” I murmured when she finally pulled away for air. “Let’s get out and get you warmed up.”

She nodded, and I lifted her to the edge of the tub. There was a little lip on the side, enough for her to sit, or rather, prop her butt up. And it gave me an idea.

“Legs up. Put your toes on the either side of the bathtub and spread wide so I can get in the middle.”

“Wha—?” She did as I said though, even though her mouth popped open.

I let her steady herself on my shoulders as I scooted her to the edge. Her pussy was dripping, and it wasn’t from the water in the tub.

Her breathing quickened, shallow and uneven, as I traced a path up her thigh toward her pussy, my lips brushing against the soft, sensitive skin, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. “Can I?”

Her eyes widened, but the slight thrust of her hips toward my mouth was all the answer I needed. “Now,” she whispered.

As I reached her core, the heat radiating from her was intoxicating. I slid my tongue over her clit slowly. She gasped, and her fingers grazed over my hair. Nova’s hips instinctively arched closer to my mouth, seeking more.

Her moans started as soft whimpers, but as I continued, they grew louder and more urgent.

Her legs began to tremble, the muscles in her thighs tightening around me as she lost herself in the sensations.

I increased the pressure, sucking gently on her clit before swirling my tongue in a way that made her cry out.

I slid my hands up her hips, holding her steady as she began to writhe against me, her back arching off the edge of the tub as the pleasure built inside her.

I didn’t let up, my mouth moving faster, coaxing her toward the edge.

Her breath hitched with every flick of my tongue, her moans turning into breathless gasps as she climbed higher and higher.

Her fingers dug into my scalp, pulling me closer, as if she couldn’t bear even the slightest distance between us.

I could feel the tension coiling tighter within her, her entire body taut with anticipation, every muscle trembling as she teetered on the brink.

I pressed my tongue harder against her clit, sucking gently, and that was all it took—she shattered around me, a raw, visceral cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her.

I stayed with her, my mouth moving in sync with the waves of her release, not stopping until the last shudder of pleasure left her body. Even then, I didn’t pull away. I let my tongue trace gentle patterns over her sensitive skin, soothing her as she came down.

She slowly opened her eyes, still heavy-lidded with the afterglow, and the sight of her—sated, flushed, and utterly spent—filled me with satisfaction.

“I’m not done,” I murmured as I lifted her up and wrapped a towel around her.

“Good,” she moaned.

I carried her to the other room and gently dropped her onto the large, wooden-framed four-poster bed, making her squeal.

She turned her head to the side. “This isn’t Emma’s room, is it?”

I chuckled. “No. This is the guest room.”

“Oh, phew,” she sighed.

Last time I had her, it was hard and fast. This time I wanted to take my time with her, take in all of her and imprint it to memory.

She shifted to the center of the bed, propping herself up on the pillows, and peeled off the towel with slow movements, holding my gaze. Both of us were naked, and I noticed her eyes flick down to my painfully hard cock. She parted her knees, giving me a full view of her glistening pussy.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I murmured.

Laughing softly, she playfully closed her legs, catching my gaze. “Me or my pussy?”

I chuckled. “Both.”

Leaning in, I kissed the inside of her thighs again, spreading her open for me. I trailed kisses upward, from her stomach to her chest, tasting every inch of her skin as I moved.

I closed my lips around her nipples, rolling them between my teeth.

“Oh, Austin,” she moaned.

Her head arched with her back, and I kissed and nipped along her throat as I lined my cock up with her entrance.

“Nova?” My voice was gruff, and I was desperately trying to hold myself back from impaling her.

“Yeah?” she panted.

“Let me make love to you,” I begged, arching my hips forward, pressing against her tightness.

I would give anything to feel her again—the pressure of pushing inside her, the softness of her walls, the wet warmth as I worked my cock in. I didn’t remember much of that night, but I would always remember what her wet heat was like.

“Please,” she murmured. “I need you, Austin.”

Hearing my name as a whisper on her lips, I pushed in. She closed her eyes and cried out in pleasure. I was completely lost in her as I thrust in and out.

I moved slowly, relishing in the sensation of her warmth enveloping me, inch by inch.

Our bodies moved in sync as though we were made for each other.

Her moans filled the small room, and she pulled me deeper into her, both physically and emotionally.

I took my time, making every movement deliberate.

She arched beneath me, gripping the comforter beneath us. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, capturing her moans in my mouth as we moved together in a rhythm that was both sensual and intense.

Her skin was soft and warm, and I couldn’t get enough of the way she felt, the way her body welcomed me, wrapped around me like we were made for this. I ran my hands along her sides, feeling every curve and tremble of her muscles.

I slowed my pace even further, drawing out the pleasure, wanting this moment to last as long as possible. Her eyes met mine, and everything else disappeared. I could feel her nearing the edge, her body tightening around me as I continued to move, pushing her closer to that sweet release.

Finally, with one last deep thrust, she cried out, her entire body tensing as she came, the pleasure radiating through her in waves.

I followed soon after, lost in the intensity of the moment, in the overwhelming sensation of being inside her, of making love to her in a way that felt both tender and consuming.

As we came down from the high, I stayed inside her for a moment longer, not wanting to break the connection yet. I leaned down to kiss her softly.

“Thank you,” I murmured against her mouth as I pulled away. “Thank you.”

I collapsed beside her, grabbed her discarded towel, and wiped us down before pulling a blanket from the chaise in the corner and wrapping us in it.

Her eyes were wide as she rolled over. “We didn’t use a condom.”

I shook my head. We hadn’t used one in the bathroom either. It was a stupid fucking decision. “I don’t have anything. I get tested for the team, and then when I went to rehab, they did it too.”

“Me neither. I had to get tested for my mom recently to make sure I wasn’t susceptible to the type of cancer she has.”

“Do you?”

“No. I don’t have it,” she sighed. “But I’m not on birth control. I was never having sex...”

“Shit. Do you want me to go get a Plan B?”

Although one day I’d love to have a baby with Nova, it was the worst time to have one. I was getting restarted and on thin ice with the team, my parents, and pretty much everyone else in my life.

She shook her head. “No. I, er, I was actually diagnosed with PCOS when I was younger. I don’t have a normal period, so I usually track my ovulation between cycles for my doctors. I’m definitely not ovulating, and if I decide I want to have children, it won’t be as easy as the doctors say.”

“Oh.” It’s not like we ever talked about this before. Eventually, I wanted to have a child and figured when it was time, we would stop birth control and it would happen. “Do you want kids?”

She shrugged. “I’m young, only twenty-one, so not right now, but I don’t want to wait forever either. I’m waiting for the right time with the right person.”

“Like me?” I teased her, earning a playful slap on the shoulder.

“Whatever,” she laughed.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back against my chest. “When we get back, can I come with you to see your mom at the house?”

She hesitated, and the silence that followed made me wonder if I’d said the wrong thing. I wanted her to know I cared about her and her family.

“Hey,” I said softly as I reached out and rubbed her cheek. When my fingertips were met with wetness, I realized she was crying. “What did I say?”

“Nothing,” she said through hiccups. “That was... nice of you, Austin. I’d love it if you would come with me.”

And it all clicked. She wanted me to walk her reality with her. Yes, running away and escaping was nice, but being together through the shit felt like I had a partner.

“I’d go anywhere with you,” I said as I nuzzled into her hair.

“Mmm,” she whispered. “I think I might close my eyes for a bit.”

I nodded and held her tightly until she fell asleep.