Haven Bound

41. Austin

41

Austin

I had mixed emotions last night seeing the surprise that lit Chelsea’s face when I told her I still had the list we’d created together before I left. My stomach was heavy with guilt, my chest tight with grief from all of the years that we could’ve spent together, yet still, my heart felt light with love. Love for the girl she was and the woman she’s become.

Chelsea has always been strong in my eyes but I never realized just how fucking strong she was until I’d discovered the amount of pain and darkness she’s had to drag herself through. No child should ever have to face the kind of torment that she experienced, and no woman should ever be made to feel like she’s worthless for any reason.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be sneaking away,” Chelsea says quietly behind me as I lead her by the hand up the stairs toward my childhood bedroom.

“They won’t even realize we’re gone,” I reassure her, opening the door and gesturing for her to enter. This isn’t the first time she’s seen my bedroom, but it is the first time we’ve been in here without needing to hide the fact that we’re together.

Shutting the door quietly and locking it behind me, I step into the center of the room, watching Chelsea. She walked in here and went right for the bulletin board above my desk where she is staring at all the photos and mementos pinned to the cork.

A handful of photos are of friends from high school, but most of them are of her. There’s a photo of Chelsea from our first date when I took her to the drive-in, a photo of us sitting in the bed of my old truck with our legs tangled together and the giant movie screen in the background, a photo of Chelsea holding up the largest sunflower she’d been able to find when I took her to Sunny Days Ranch, and countless others of the two of us together. We are smiling or making silly faces in some of them and kissing for the camera in others.

None of those are what she’s staring at.

Her eyes are glued to the piece of paper titled Austin and Chelsea’s Summer Bucketlist, her fingers trailing over each item as she reads them silently to herself.

“I can’t believe you still have this.” Her voice is low, the hushed tone she had always used in my bedroom—when the fear of getting caught hung over our heads—returning like it’s second nature.

Looking back on it now, I wish I had just told her that I was leaving and the reason why. I had no way of knowing back then what the outcome could have been. There was always that chance that she would have freaked out. She might have hated me and wanted nothing to do with me if I had told her back. I wouldn’t have been able to handle that kind of heartbreak.

As heart-shattering as it was to leave Chelsea before, we still somehow found our way back together, and I can finally see our future so clearly. It’s not something I will ever sacrifice again.

“I couldn’t get rid of it. I’d always hoped that one day we would be able to do all of the things on that list, and if not… I needed to keep it as a reminder.” She looks over her shoulder at me with a slight smile and then grabs a pen from the holder on my desk and draws a small checkmark in the box next to where laser tag was written.

Walking across the room, I close the distance between us and slip my arms around her waist, pulling her back flush against my chest as I rest my head on her shoulder. “You should take it, decide which things you wanna do next.” I turn my head and press my lips to her neck just beneath her ear, my cock hardening when her breath shudders.

Chelsea turns around in my arms and presses her lips against mine, her arms wrapping around my neck as she leans in and whispers, “Do you know what else I’ve always wanted to do but isn’t on that list?” The mischievous look in her eyes has the corner of my lips tugging up into a smirk. My hands sink from her waist to her ass, grabbing a cheek in each palm and squeezing, pulling her hips against mine so that she can feel exactly what she does to me.

“What have you always wanted to do, Sunflower?” I rasp, grazing my lips along hers as I sink a hand into her long hair, grasping the tresses in my fist and gently tugging her head back so that she’s forced to meet my gaze.

“I’d always imagined that our first time together would be here in your room.” Her hands slip to the front of my , unbuttoning them but not yet lowering the zipper.

“You want me to fuck you here in my old bedroom while all those people are downstairs?” I’ve been thinking about bringing her up here and doing exactly that since the second I saw her in that emerald green dress, a color that sets the red tones of her hair on fire.

Chelsea nods, running her hands over my shoulders and down my chest, finally unzipping my jeans as she holds my gaze. Reaching behind my head, I grab the back of my shirt and pull it off over my head, tossing it to the ground before kicking off my shoes. Chelsea slips her fingers through the belt loops of my jeans and tugs them down my thighs as she sinks to her knees. My dick, still constrained by the fabric of my boxer briefs, throbs at the sight of her on her knees, dress bunched around her waist. Those stunning green eyes gaze up at me as her teeth drag over her plump lower lip.

“Stick that tongue out for me, baby.” I cup the side of her face in my palm and stroke my thumb across her cheek. Then I move my hand lower, pulling her bottom lip away from her teeth and encouraging her to open that pretty mouth.

She doesn’t hesitate to oblige, tilting her head back and extending her tongue while she holds my gaze. Waiting patiently for me. She looks so fucking perfect like this. I’ll need to get her on her knees for me again when we don’t have to be quiet in a house full of people.

My cock springs free when I push the dark boxer briefs down and pull them off along with my jeans. Wrapping a fist around the base of my shaft, I step forward and guide the tip over her tongue. “Get it nice and wet for me, baby.” Chelsea releases a hum of approval and flattens her tongue just under the thick head of my cock, closing her lips around it and swirling her tongue.

I want to watch her plump lips stretch as she tries to take me to the back of her throat, to watch as she squirms and clenches her thighs. But the feeling of her mouth around me is fucking intoxicating. I tip my head back as my eyes roll shut, releasing a deep guttural groan.

How many times have I envisioned Chelsea on her knees for me? How many times have I fucked my fist to this exact image? I could come from the vision alone.

She rises on her knees and brushes my hand away, replacing it with her own. Her mouth glides down my hard cock until the head hits the back of her throat, her lips meeting her fist. I raise a hand to her hair and brush a few strands away from her face, gathering it all in my fist just as she swallows around my cock.

“Fuck, Chelsea,” I growl. “Just like that, baby.”

She moans, and the vibration from the sound has me hissing through my teeth, my hips thrusting forward. She hollows her cheeks, sucks a few times, and swallows around my cock again. The tightening sensation causes me to pull my hips back, and my cock falls from her lips. She gazes up at me, her fingers replacing her mouth and wrapping around my hard length. She strokes me from root to tip and then swirls her hand over the crown as she leans forward, gently spitting onto the head of my cock.

“ Fuck , you’re such a good girl. Please tell me that pussy of yours is ready for me.” I grind the words out, jaw clenched as my abdomen tenses with the threat of release.

Chelsea tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, nodding as I help her stand. Slipping my hands beneath the fabric of her dress, I peel her panties down her legs and help her step out of them. She giggles as she stumbles and grabs my arm to steady herself, leaning up to press her lips against mine. She nips at my lower lip, and I can feel the smile that spreads across her face at my sharp intake of breath .

Grasping her voluptuous hips in my hands, I spin her body so that her back is to my chest and place a hand between her shoulder blades, guiding her to bend over and brace herself with her hands on the bed. Gathering the skirt portion of her dress in my hand, I lift it until it’s bunched at her waist.

She peers over her shoulder at me and stretches her arms out in front of her, arching her back and teasing me with an incredible view of her full round ass. I grasp a thick ass cheek in each palm and squeeze before giving one of them a playful smack that elicits a soft moan from her lips.

I sink to my knees behind her and swipe my tongue through her wet slit, circling her clit as I savor the taste of her on my tongue. My hands move to grasp her hips, digging into her soft curves as I yank her back against me, smothering myself with her pussy as I press my tongue into her heat. Chelsea moans, and I run my tongue up to her clit, closing my lips around the small bud and sucking it into my mouth. Her body is writhing and grinding beneath me, her hips alternating between pressing into the mattress and pushing back towards me. I’m ready to tear this damn dress from her body, sick of having her body hidden from me.

“I’m going to take you hard and fast, baby, but first…” I stand and bend over her, my bare chest rubbing against her back as I grasp her shoulder and pull her to stand up, turning her to face me. “If you don’t take this off right now, I’m going to rip it off of you,” I rasp, reaching around her to find the back zipper, slowly undoing it as our heated gazes remain locked on one another. The thin straps fall from Chelsea’s shoulders, and I help her step out of the dress, laying it carefully across the desk so that it won’t get messed up.

Chelsea wraps her arms around her back, unclasping the bra she’s wearing and letting it fall to the floor to reveal her perfect pale breasts, her soft pink nipples hardened with arousal. Perfect. She’s fucking perfect. The only thing she’s still wearing are her black wedge heels, and the sight of her before me, every dip and curve of her body on display, has my mouth watering.

She takes a step back to the bed and sits on the edge of it. She lies back with her eyes locked on mine as she lifts her legs and plants her feet on the mattress. Stepping forward, I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her body towards me until her ass is at the edge of the bed. Using my thighs to steady her, I grasp my cock in my fist and guide the crown into her slick entrance. I nearly come undone when her wet cunt surrounds me, tilting my head back and groaning as I fight to keep my orgasm at bay.

Being inside Chelsea feels like finally coming home after a long day. All of the stress and weight of the world completely melts away until nothing else matters. Her body fits so perfectly with mine. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, and if there wasn’t an entire party filled with people downstairs, I’d spend hours tasting and savoring her body the way she deserves. But right now, we don’t have hours. If we’re gone for too long, somebody will realize we’ve disappeared and will likely come looking for us.

I thrust forward and roll my hips, angling for the spot that I know will have her toes curling and her eyes rolling back into her head. Chelsea’s legs wrap around my waist, and we both lean in until our mouths are crashing in frenzied passion. She licks at the seam of my lips, and I open for her, our tongues tangling together. I hold her hips down and pull out until just the tip of my cock is sheathed inside of her before thrusting hard back in. Sliding a hand between our bodies, I swirl two fingers around her swollen clit, reveling in the sounds that the added stimulation draws from her.

Her pussy damn near gushes as I claim her, soaking my cock and eliciting a deep groan from my chest. She feels too fucking good; I’m not going to last. She drags her nails up and down my back, turning her head so that she can moan directly into my ear. “Austin.” Her breath comes in quick pants as I pound into her pussy, her walls clenching and tightening around me with each thrust.

“Your cock feels so fucking good,” she moans, and I whimper, fucking whimper at her words.

“Fuck, Sunflower. I’m gonna come if you keep talking like that,” I growl, bottoming out inside of her as I drop my head into the crook of her shoulder, continuing to roll my fingers over and around her clit.

Chelsea drags her fingers up my back and then scrapes her nails over my scalp, grabbing the hair at the back of my head. “I want to feel you come,” she whispers against my ear, and I can feel her body tightening around mine. Her words have visions of her cum-filled pussy swirling in my mind, and my cock swells with the thought.

“Come inside of me,” she pleads, and my control snaps.

I sit up and brace my hands against her inner thighs, pressing her hips into the mattress as I pound relentlessly into her. “Fuck, baby. I’m c-coming,” I groan.

My heart feels like it’s preparing to break free from my chest as my cock pulses, filling her sweet pussy just like she asked. Like I’ve always wanted .

Chelsea is mine. She belongs to me just as I belong to her. My heart, my mind, my body, all of it is hers for the taking.

The only thing left to do now is make sure that my job won’t take me away from her ever again.

That, and deal with her piece of shit ex.