Page 55 of Your Biggest Downfall (Ravens Hockey #3)

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One thing about Austin Hart was undeniable: he was devastatingly glorious when he was naked. The hunger in his eyes, the way he crawled toward me—it was pure, unrestrained temptation.

I needed this, a way to wash away the hurt and pain from earlier, to be reminded of why we fit so perfectly together.

He crawled up the bed as I pushed away from him, back toward the headboard. “Am I forgiven for earlier, Supernova?”

The corners of my lips curled into a smirk. “I don’t know. Maybe I need to punish you?”

“Please. I’m at your mercy.”

If I only ever remembered Austin for one thing in my lifetime, it would be the way he made me feel good about exploring my sexuality. He made me feel safe.

I’d stopped hating him for taking my virginity the way he did a while ago.

“Good boy,” I murmured. I loved how confident I felt around him. Everything in my life could be falling apart, but he allowed me the control I needed, no, craved, inside the bedroom. “Sit down, put your back to the headboard.”

I threw the pillows aside as he followed my instructions. Even from where I stood, I could tell his cock was throbbing, and I wanted to taste him. After everything, he needed this as much as I did.

Before he could even adjust himself against the headboard, my mouth was on his cock and I was sucking on him like I couldn’t get enough.

“Nova,” he growled and grabbed my hair.

I popped off him. “No.” I shook my hair out of his grip. “You have to ask permission to touch me.”

“Oh, fuck me,” he moaned, rolling his head back and closing his eyes. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I dropped my mouth back down, but his head rolled forward. “Can I please pull your hair, Nova?”

“Good listener,” I praised him. “You may.”

With that, I took him deep, sucking him dry as I swirled my tongue around the bead of precum.

My nipples dragged against the sheets, igniting sparks of pleasure with every subtle movement.

Even though he was buried at the back of my throat, filling me completely, it still wasn’t enough—I needed more of him, craved every inch.

He tugged gently on my hair, pulling me back just enough to pop off him. My lips were swollen, and I was breathless.

“Please turn around for me. I need my mouth on your dripping pussy while you suck me down.” His voice was low and laced with hunger.

“Lick me clean,” I whispered, my body trembling as I flipped around, positioning myself over him.

I hovered my mouth over his cock and gripped his strong thighs for balance. His tongue was relentless, circling my aching clit, tasting every drop as I gasped, the heat between us building into something unstoppable.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, stroking slowly as I lowered my mouth back onto him.

With every slow, deliberate suck, I took him deeper, feeling his thickness slide over my tongue and down my throat.

His groans vibrated against my core, the sensation making my thighs quiver.

His mouth was insatiable, his lips and tongue devouring me as I struggled to keep my own rhythm.

My hips moved against him on instinct, grinding into his face as he sucked my clit with a ferocity that made me lightheaded.

I hollowed my cheeks and took him all the way until he hit the back of my throat as his hands gripped my ass for support. Every stroke of my mouth, every flick of his tongue, drove us both closer to the edge, a perfect, aching tension building between us.

I pulled off him and reluctantly moved off his mouth. Until this moment, he was always in charge, but I wanted to take that back. I wanted to show him I’d been a good student and learned a lot from him.

“You can’t touch me without permission,” I reiterated. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He put his hands down to his sides as I swung around and hovered above his dick.

I was dripping in anticipation of him filling me up.

“Hands behind you,” I told him, and he raised his hands above his head.

I grabbed onto them and used them for support as I slowly lowered myself on him.

“You feel so warm,” he moaned, his fingers gripping my hand. “So fucking wet for me.”

“Tell me how sorry you are,” I cried as he filled me completely.

“So sorry, baby. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His eyes were wide as they searched mine.

I slammed his hands against the wood and thrust my hips forward. I raised myself up before slamming back down onto him, writhing with him.

He was so damn girthy that my entire core was being stretched to its limit.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, realizing how much control I had up here.

Letting go of his hands, unsure of what to do next, I began to move my hips on instinct, rolling up and down on top of him.

“That’s it, Nova. Bounce on me.”

I kept riding him, watching as he unraveled beneath me, his cock pulsing with every movement. He was close—the tension radiated between us.

“Can I please hold onto your hips and help guide you?”

“What a good boy for asking.” I flashed him a wicked smile. “Go on, then.”

His hands flew to the soft, fleshy part of my hips, gripping me firmly as he began slamming me down onto him, over and over. He was hitting me so deep with each thrust that I saw stars, my body trembling from how perfectly he filled me.

“I want to come inside you, Nova. Please, tell me it’s okay.”

“Yes, fuck, yes,” I moaned, barely holding it together.

“You want me to fill you up with my cream?” His voice was dark, his eyes hooded with lust, as his fingers dug into my skin, claiming me with every thrust.

“Please,” I begged.

We thrust in sync, the rhythm between us growing desperate. My breath came out in broken gasps, my nails digging into his chest as I rode him harder, matching his intensity. His groans were guttural and vibrated through me as he buried himself inside me.

“I’m so close.” My voice trembled, my body electric as the pressure built.

“Fuck, Nova,” he growled, his hands tightening around me as he thrust up harder, faster. “You’re gonna milk me dry, baby.”

That was all it took. My body shattered, a wave of pleasure crashing over me so hard I screamed, my walls clenching around him as I came. The orgasm ripped through me, each pulse dragging him deeper, tighter, as I bucked on top of him.

He was right behind me, groaning low and raw as his cock jerked inside me, spilling hot, thick liquid. The warmth of his release spread everywhere, doing exactly as he promised—filling me up.

We stayed like that, bodies trembling, locked together as the last waves of our orgasms washed over us. His breath was ragged, matching mine, both of us utterly spent but completely satisfied.

“I love you, Nova.” He grabbed onto me and rolled me over next to him, and liquid pooled on the bed beneath me.

“I love you, Austin.” My heart was so full, and when the doorbell rang, I sprang out of bed.

“Oh my god! I almost forgot.” I walked over to my bag and pulled out the robe I had packed. “I have a surprise for you,” I said excitedly.

“Oh?” Austin propped himself up on one elbow, and it was so hard not to stare at him. His curls were everywhere, his baby-blue eyes were piercing and bright, and his body was sculpted to perfection.

“Yeah.” I smiled. “Get cleaned up and then come downstairs.”

“What’s downstairs?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Aside from your hot wife?” I teased.

“Aside from my super hot wife,” he said, his smile widening.

“You really think I’d forget your twenty-first birthday, Austin?”

He furrowed his brows, clearly confused. “H—How did you know?”

That was a silly question. He was a hockey superstar. His birthday was plastered everywhere, including in every stat about him. But more than that, I remembered for one reason and one reason only.

“Because we spent it together last year, at dinner with Jeremy and Dirks,” I reminded him.

“Oh, shit, how could I forget?”

We had all gone out for dinner after their preseason practice had run late.

I was at work late, well, because... Iris.

The waitress surprised him with a birthday cake Jeremy had arranged, and I made a mental note of the date, in case I was celebrating with him the following year.

And here I was, not just friends, but married to him.

“Supernova.” He got up from the bed and wrapped me tightly in his arms. “Thank you,” he whispered into my hair.

“Come downstairs when you’re ready,” I said, turning to leave.

But he grabbed my wrist. “What about you?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, knowing full well I was a mess, still slick between my thighs.

“Aren’t you going to shower?” he asked with a smirk.

I scrunched my nose. “Nah. You’ll probably want to fuck me on the countertop downstairs anyway, so I might as well stay ready.”

“Nova,” he laughed, shaking his head. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Keep fucking me... duh.” I practically pranced out of the room, heading downstairs to get the cake I had delivered for him.

It must’ve been a hard birthday to celebrate. It’s not like he could go out and do all the things normal people who turn twenty-one opted to do. He was sober, so the best I could give him was a little celebration between the two of us.

When Austin came downstairs, fresh from the shower, I was already waiting with the cake lit on the counter, candles flickering softly.

“Sit,” I said with a grin, pointing to the chair.

He gave me a curious look but obeyed, smiling as I pulled him closer. We shared a playful moment, singing an off-key version of “Happy Birthday” that left us both laughing.

When the song ended, he blew out the candles, his eyes still fixed on me. “I don’t need to make a wish this year, Nova. I have everything I need right here.”

There was so much promise within his words.

After we finished stuffing cake into our mouths and stealing kisses between our laughter, Austin kept his promise. He fucked me on the counter... twice.