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The crowd is watching with bated breath. Even the ones who were fooling around have stopped. This is better than sex for them, better than any reality tv, any social media drama. This is real, good drama happening in real life, something they’ll be talking about for weeks, and I laugh as I hear Dean shouting from behind me.
“Fucking stop now, Cayde! Stop this shit, and I’ll let it go! Don’t you fucking touch what’s mine!”
“She’s not yours.” I look back at Athena. “Are you?”
She licks her lips and defiantly raises her chin, shaking her head. “No. No, I’m not.”
I grin. I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole fucking life for this moment.
“Then say it, Athena. Say it loud enough for everyone to hear.”
She swallows hard. “Cayde,” she begins, and her voice wavers for a second, but she rallies.
“Cayde, please let me suck your cock.”
“That doesn’t mean anything!” I hear Dean shout from behind me. “She’s done that before. It only counts if you—”
“Shut him up, for fuck’s sake,” I call over my shoulder, and a second later, I hear the dull thud of a fist hitting flesh, and Dean goes quiet.
“Get on your knees then, little Saint, and get it out.”
Watching Athena sink to her knees in front of me of her own volition is the hottest fucking thing I think I’ve ever seen. She pushes her hair out of her face, reaching for the waistband of my joggers, and I’m so fucking hard that my cock almost hits her in the face when she pulls them down. But the second I spring free, her hand wraps around my shaft. In the next second, she sticks her pretty pink tongue out and runs it the length of my dick, swirling it around the tip as she looks up at me with those huge blue-grey eyes, the color of a stormy sky.
Fuck.It’s all I can do not to come on the spot. She’s a fantastic fucking cock-sucker, and when her full red lips, smeared messily with her lipstick, purse around the head of my dick, I groan with pleasure, my fist tightening in her hair. “Take it all,” I groan, and she obeys, sliding down inch by inch until her lips meet skin, and I’m buried deep in her throat.
It’s just so fucking good. Nothing, no amount of imagining or fantasizing, could have prepared me for the sight of Athena Saint willingly on her knees after all these years, sucking my cock like her life depends on it. It’s fucking glorious, her lips tight around my shaft, her tongue swirling around my tip, lapping up my pre-cum like it’s fucking ice cream, her head bobbing up and down as she deep-throats me again and again, her throat muscles squeezing me tightly.
But it’s nothing compared to what’s coming next. She’s sucked my cock before, and even if this is the best blowjob she’s ever given me by a long shot, I’m not about to wait very long before I finally find out what it feels like to fuck my little Saint.
“You know what to do.” I look down at her, breathing heavily. Christ, this is everything I’ve ever dreamed of, everything I’ve jerked off to in the privacy of my room or the shower over and over again. Everything I wanted back in high school when I almost forced my cock down her throat in the library. She’s had it coming all this time, and now she’s going to be mine.
Athena looks up at me, her eyes wide. Her tongue wraps around my shaft as she drags her lips back up, leaving streaks of lipstick on my skin as her mouth pops off of the head of my cock. She pouts up at me, playing her part so perfectly that I can barely stand it.
“Please, Cayde,” she murmurs, and then louder, “Please fuck me, Cayde. Please, I’m so fucking horny. Fuck my tight little pussy and make me come.”
She’s laying it on thick, but I don’t even care. My cock throbs dangerously in her fist at those filthy words sliding off her tongue. I see my pre-cum smeared over her hand as I reach down, pulling her to her feet as I reach for the zipper of her skirt and tear at it, yanking it down and probably breaking it in the process, but I don’t even care. I can hear Dean yelling again behind me, but I don’t care about that either. I’m going to fuck my little Saint, and I’m going to hurt her, but I’m going to make it good, too. She’s going to come like never before on my cock.
I’m dimly aware of Jaxon watching me too, but I don’t look at him. I don’t want to see his miserable puppy-dog face, his sad expression at watching me fuck the girl who should have been his. It’s his own fucking fault. He could have had her already, could have saved her all of this, and he didn’t because he doesn’t want the responsibility of the town. He can’t let himself go after what happened to Natalie, because he’s terrified of loving or being responsible for anything ever again.
Dean doesn’t give a shit about Athena, in my opinion. He just wants the town. And me?
I don’t know what this is. Love seems like the wrong word for something so all-consuming, so destructive, something that makes me want to tear her apart even though I don’t know how I’d put her together again afterward. All I know is that I’ve felt like I was drowning from the moment I saw her on those steps, and now I’m finally going to get to come up for air.
When her skirt is on the floor, and she’s completely naked in front of me and every other fucking person in the room, I pick her up, setting her on the edge of the table as I nudge her legs apart and stand between them, my hand fisted in her hair so that her head is tipped back to look at me.
“Say it again, little Saint.” I run the first finger of my other hand over her jawline, tracing it as I rake my gaze over her face, her eyes and nose, and perfect lips. I drop my hand, squeezing a handful of her breast as I lock eyes with her. “Say it again.”
She licks her lips, swallowing hard, and she meets my gaze dead on, not a single waver in her expression or voice as she repeats it, in her own voice now, not the slightly high-pitched one she used for the benefit of the crowd. “Please fuck me, Cayde.”
Everything around me fucking disappears. Dean, Jaxon, all the rest of the fucking crowd. They could be doing anything—talking, cheering, fighting, fucking, and I wouldn’t notice. The room has shrank down to Athena and me, to this moment, and my heart feels like it’s going to fucking beat out of my chest as I reach down to grab my dick and step forward, lining it up with her pussy. She’s swollen and parted like a ripe peach, juices dripping out of her, and I almost want to kneel down and eat her out, but that’ll come later. I’ll bury my face in that sweet pussy another night, eat her until she comes screaming on my tongue, but right now, I’ve got to be inside of her.
We’re going to wreck this whole game together, and we’re going to do it now. But at this moment, I’m barely even thinking about the fucking game. All I can think about is that this is it, the culmination of all the need, all the fantasies, all the fighting and tormenting, all the games I’ve played with just her, her and I, and all that has ended up here, with her begging for my cock after all. Her stormy eyes looking up at me while I press the head of my cock against her soft folds and suck in a breath, wanting to memorize this moment, the moment when I slide inside of Athena Saint for the first time.
“Do it, Cayde,” she whispers between clenched teeth, and that’s it. That’s what I want.
My girl. My spitfire. She might be Dean’s pet, but she’s my hellcat, and those three words are what I need to propel me forward, my hips thrusting as I sink into her the first inch, for the first time.
The feeling of her, hot and wet and clenching around the tip of my dick, is incomparable. She’s still tight as a virgin, her pussy sucking at me, her hot needy body wanting more of me, and I give it to her. I can hear Dean shouting behind me, hear the crowd cheering me on, hear him struggling. It’s all just faint noise, all just buzzing in my ears as I sink deeper into Athena, my hand still in her hair, my eyes fixed on hers as I take her inch by inch, and I feel her struggling to fit all of my girth, her pussy stretching around me, and that pleases me too, knowing that I’m bigger than Dean, that I’m the biggest cock she’s ever taken.
