Page 68 of Unlovable Player

“Shut up and do it.”

He lets out a sighing laugh and slides deeper, the laugh dying on his lips as he bottoms out with a hiss.

“This okay?”

“Mm, I’m good now, you can move.”

“I don’t think I can.”

I laugh. “If you come too fast I won’t tell anyone.”

He presses his chest against my back and kisses my neck. “I know, I trust you.”

Fuck, why does he have to say things that make me all gooey?

He rolls his hips and my cock leaks.

“I’m gonna wreck your comforter.”

His voice is gravelly when he says, “wreck it.”

He’s careful at first, maybe a little too careful. It feels good, but he’s teasing me and I need him to let go and fuck me into the mattress.

Once he works up a rhythm and realizes he’s not hurting me, he starts to let go, fucking me, hard and fast, until we’re both grunting and incoherent.

I work my own cock so he can grip both hips and keep that perfect tempo, hitting that blissed-out spot inside again and again until I can’t even make single syllables make sense.

I think he knows, because he grips my hips tighter and growls, “come for me,” in my ear. I lose it. Letting go, really letting go, for the first time in forever. And it feels so fucking good.

Austin collapses on top of me, his cock pulsing inside before he pulls out.

When I flip over, he’s snapping the condom off and throwing it in a little trash can under his desk. His face flushed, looking exactly how I knew he’d look after sex, except better.

Our eyes meet and he gives me a shy smile.

“Was that okay?”

I grin. “What do you think?”

He looks down, grinning, and shakes his head.

“What were we supposed to be doing again?”

“I have no idea.”

After raidinghis mom’s cupboards and eating three packets of crackers and two bags of chips standing at the counter in our underwear, we take another shower and go over to the diner to see Lisa.

I feel guilty, knowing what I just did with her son, guessing she’d disapprove, if only because she obviously loves Alyssa and sees him marrying her one day and having kids.

Austin doesn’t look guilty at all. He beams while the waitresses shower him with hugs and kisses and tell him how tall and handsome he is and how much they’ve missed him. How proud they are of him. Wow, he even has waitresses giving him more support than my parents give me.

“Who’s this tall glass of water?” A woman with a nametag reading ‘Patti,’ asks.

“This is Seb,” Austin says, smiling when he looks at me.

“Hello ma’am, it’s nice to meet you.”

The women squeal and Patti puts a hand to her chest. “Well, I’m charmed.”

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