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Too Far Gone - Part Fifty Three

Warnings: swearing, smut - oral (f recieving), p in v, I think that's it?

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Word Count: 5900

It was early in the morning, earlier than Auston expected to wake. He and Tia were up until well after midnight, trading orgasms, him making good on that “later” promise. He couldn’t get enough of her, and she couldn’t get her fill of him. He thought they’d sleep in until Taylour came barrelling in, but based on the warm morning glow that has barely started to poke its way through the curtains, they have about an hour until then.

Tia lies next to him, gently stirring in her sleep while wearing one of his tee’s that has slipped off her shoulder, and, if memory serves, she is only wearing that t-shirt. Her chestnut brown locks are scattered across the pillow and a few strands have fallen over her face. She looks perfect, absolutely, fucking perfect. So perfect Auston doesn’t want this moment to end, but as the sun hits her bare skin and her subtle lilac bodywash is all he can smell, he can’t take it. He loops his arm around her chest and pulls her close, a soft, sleepy moan filling the air.

Through a haze she feels his fingers brush aside her hair, leaving her collarbone exposed. Next his lips press against her shoulder and neck, soft and gentle as wide smile spreads on his face.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” A smile spreads on her face and she kisses him, letting her finger scratch along his stubbled jaw.

“How’d you sleep?” His voice is raspy and full of gravel, but it doesn’t stop him from kissing her again.

“Really, really good.”

“Me too. Haven’t slept that good in ages.”

“Mhm, same.”

Tia barely gets the words out before Auston is pressing his lips back to hers, firmer this time. His hand finds her thigh and Tia feels the heat between her legs build as his touch slowly trails up, making its way to where they both need it most. Her back arches off the bed and he moves his hand to grab a handful of her ass, then smiles, he was remembering correctly.

Auston is quick to position himself between her legs and hooks them over his shoulders. They make eye contact and her pussy quivers when he kisses the skin of her inner thigh. His tongue licks along her, slowly and methodically moving closer and closer, her breathing becoming more erratic as anticipation builds.

Tia shudders at the feeling of his exhale against her swollen heat. He can tell she is sore, that she would appreciate if he took his time, slowly working his way in, but the sunlight hits her pussy and makes it glisten in a way that summons him in. He won’t be taking his time.

All the air leaves her lungs when his lips connect to hers and she cries out in pleasure when he sucks harshly on her clit. Like every time before her hips involuntarily flinch, and just like every time before, Auston grabs at her hips to hold her in place, but he isn’t going to let up. Her movements and sweet sounds only encourage him more.

“Aus.” She whimpers, fisting at the bedsheet. A deep, melancholic laugh comes from below, Auston always enjoyed this.

His tongue slides up and down then side to side, working at all the spots he knows will have her cursing until she can’t speak anymore. Her knuckles are going white, and his fingers dig in harder, surely leaving marks.

Following a rather sharp gasp, Auston grins and slips in two fingers. He sucks hard at her clit, making her breathing get heavier as he twists his fingers and sets a quick pace. Her thighs tighten around his face, trapping him against her heat as she writhes above him, pleasure building and building.

“Right there Aus,” she can barely get the words out.

Auston keeps doing what he has been, what he always did with her, but more importantly it’s what he knows she likes. He sucks harder and harder, thrusting his fingers in and out, until the coil snaps and his face is covered in her release. He holds Tia’s core against his face and works to messily clean the mess but doesn’t work too hard. What he has planned next is only going to make more.

When Tia ventured out of the shower and into the living room, she found Auston and Taylour on the floor. He was resting on one elbow with a tight grey t-shirt stretched tightly around his biceps and was rolling a toy transport truck back and forth over the hardwood floors. Tia smiles and cards her hand through Auston’s partially damp curls then falls to a heap on the floor between them.

“Hi Mommy!” Taylour smiles but keeps his head down, completely fascinated by the yellow plastic Camaro in his hand.

“Hi Taylour. How’d you sleep?”

“Good.” He passes the toy to Auston with a small, frustrated huff. “How do you do it Daddy?”

Auston accepts the toy and starts twisting and pulling on the plastic, a few pieces turn in circles and others snap inside, with every move Taylour’s eyes get wider and wider until the transformation is complete.

“There you go.”

“It’s a transformer Mommy!” He beams, taking the now robot back from him. “What’s his name Daddy?”

“BumbleBee.”

“Bumblebee! Do this one now.” Taylour eagerly passes him the blue and red transport truck and watches in awe as he converts it into Optimus Prime. “So cool!”

Taylour scrambles to his feet and starts to run. With one toy in each hand, he spreads his arms out wide and blows air out of his mouth, pretending to fly them around the room. Auston brushes Tia’s hair behind her shoulder and presses his lips to her cheek. She smiles and leans into his touch, watching Taylour jump on the couch from cushion to cushion. “This is perfect,” he hums against her, earning a gentle sigh because it really is.

“Hey, Optimus Prime,” Tia finally calls out after a minute. “What do you want for breakfast?”

Taylour giggles and bounces between the cushions a few more times before launching himself into the air. He lands and runs over to Tia and wraps his arms around her neck and the plastic brushes against her back, then whispers, very loudly, “pancakes.”

“Does Daddy have pancakes?” She eyes over to Auston who has a wide smile pressed to his face – he always loved seeing her be a mom - and nods. “Okay. Pancakes it is.”

Tia gets up and moves to the kitchen. She opens the fridge and pulls out the butter, milk, and eggs, then opens a couple cupboards until she finds a mixing bowl, measuring cups and whisk. She opens the pantry and starts to scan the shelves, searching for the remaining ingredients when Auston’s thick tattoo covered arm comes into view and he pulls out a box. Tia rolls her eyes; she should have known he’d have instant pancake mix.

“So.” Tia turns around in his arms, and he immediately presses his lips to hers. Tia sighs into the kiss and feels his tongue start to work its way into her mouth. It’s soft, slow, the kind of lazy morning kisses that Auston will be craving every day. “What are the odds you can get two tickets for tonight?”

Auston laughs, almost condescendingly, but his smile is genuine. “Pretty good.”

“Good.” Tia rises to her tippy toes and brings her lips close to his. Just as he is about to lean in, she ducks away and snatches the box from his grasp and tosses it in the garbage. “Our son deserves more than instant pancakes.”

“I’m busy with hockey, I don’t have time to make pancakes from scratch.”

“Oh right, and the student with an 87% average, part time job that recently launched their own fashion line isn’t busy.”

“I didn’t say that,” Auston tries to backpedal while grinning at her playful teasing.

“Yet, I make pancakes from scratch.”

“And that’s why he constantly says that’s not how mommy does it when I cook anything.”

Tia winks and pulls the flour out of the pantry and shuts the doors before ushering him out of the kitchen.

It took Tia a little bit longer than normal to make the pancakes. She kept getting distracted by Taylour’s laughter, Auston’s laughter, Taylour’s smile, Auston’s boyish grin and soft winks, Taylour calling “Mommy look” as Auston had him upside down over his shoulders before playfully slamming him against the couch. She always knew Auston would be an amazing dad, she had witnessed it for the past fourteen months, but seeing the two important boys in her life interacting that way made her feel so many things all at once. She would have been happy to just stand there and watch the two pieces of her world play and love each other, for their laughs to be the only sounds she’d hear, but then she remembered everything that had to be done and returned to making breakfast.

Taylour’s pancakes had two blueberries for eyes and sliced some strawberries placed on top for lips. It’s something Auston noticed she had been doing for a while, cutting his food into hearts, or festive shapes at the holidays, it’s something so small, but it only made him love her more. With that being said, he wasn’t going to lie and say he was a little disappointed his fruit came on the side in a small bowl, but he also wasn’t going to complain.

“Thank you, Mommy.” Taylour takes a piece of pancake and dips it in the syrup, the only way he will eat his pancakes, then shoves it in his mouth. “It’s so good.”

“You’re welcome.” Using the pad of her thumb, Tia wipes some syrup off Taylour’s cheek. “I’m going to get ready for work.”

Tia took her time getting ready, more than she normally would. Most days she wore very little makeup which consisted generally consisted with concealer, a little blush and mascara, her hair would be pulled into a high pony or left down and framing her face. She of course has every product imaginable; it was basically a requirement for nights at the club, but since then it tended to live in a drawer. This particular morning she was feeling a little spicy, and a part of her wanted to drive Auston wild as he spent the entire day thinking of touching her.

She succeeded in her mission.

He felt his cock twitch and she watched his Adam’s apple bob when she found him in the kitchen cleaning breakfast. She had on a tight black ribbed turtleneck tucked into her fitted blue jeans with a channel belt wrapped around her waist. Every part of her, hips, breasts, ass were perfectly accentuated. It was if it had been tailored to her body (they had been). Her hair was curled into loose beachy waves and the sun hit the bronzer on her cheekbones, but what really caught his eye was the simple gold necklace that dangled from her neck, the coffee cup charm and 34 resting between her breasts. Seeing it brought a smile to his face - she wasn’t wearing it earlier.

“Wow.” Auston leaves the dishcloth on the counter and pulls Tia in, caging her in. “You look amazing.”

“Our son is twenty feet away.” Tia moans when Auston’s lips hit her jaw.

“He’s busy.” Auston murmurs against her skin and lets his hands find her waist, hooking his thumbs through her belt loops. With another kiss, this one to her lips, he pulls back with one of his signature smirks plastered to his face. “Got tickets for you guys tonight.”

“That was fast.”

“I know a guy.”

“Are you the guy?”

He grins and proudly nods. “Yeah, I’m the guy.”

Auston is about to lean in again when his phone chimes, not once, not twice but three times. Tia’s arms wrap around his lower back, and she rests her face against his chest, listening to the rhythmic thumping of his heart. That always was her spot.

With one hand still on her hip to keep her close, Auston reaches into his pant pocket and pulls out his iPhone. He was expecting messages from Fred, checking in after yesterday, Mitch with some ridiculous video he came across, maybe even something in the team chat prior to their morning skate. He didn’t really give it a second thought and mindlessly opened his messages, not even acknowledging the name until it was too late.

Tia’s stomach drops. Auston’s back stiffens.

Corrie.

And not just with text messages, but a very revealing photo to accompany them.

“She’s just a friend.” Auston quickly stutters out, then winces, they both know the term “friend” is being used loosely. “She was supposed to visit me in LA on the road trip in a couple days. I cancelled.” Auston quickly fumbles out then scrolls up to the text he sent shortly after he found Tia in his closet.

“Yeah.” She speaks softly, and forces herself out or his embrace, no longer feeling safe in what was once home. “I got to go to work.”

“Tia –“

“I’m going to be late.” Auston can feel the way her voice breaks.

“I can drive you.”

“No, it’s okay,” she rushes out, her voice full of hurt. “It’s not near his daycare.”

Auston knew he shouldn’t have let her walk away. Dropping her at work would have added an extra ten minutes to his day, and he would have driven an extra hour if it meant time together to talk this out.

Just like Auston, Tia knew she shouldn’t have left things the way they were. She knew she overreacted, it was just a text, and he did cancel her trip, but it didn’t hurt any less. It felt somewhat reminiscent of one year prior when they slept together and she found of Auston had left things somewhat open with Claire. It brought her back to her relationship with Thomas where he constantly told her “Melissa’s just a friend” only to find out they were much more than that.

She knew she was spiralling and a simple phone call would help calm her down, but Auston was at hockey, and this didn’t seem like the kind of thing that should be talked about over the phone.

To make matters worse, the store was quiet. Very few customers had come through, and two of them were “just looking” and left in under five minutes, giving her all the time in the world to think it over. She dusted all the shelves, unpacked some of the new shipments and found the items a home on the shelves and racks. She windexed the mirrors, stripped the mannequins then put some of the new items on display, and still had two hours left in her shift. She couldn’t think of what to do to occupy that time, then the chime of the door snaps her out of the trance, and a familiar face brings a smile to hers.

“Hey,” Abby walks in with two coffees and sets one down beside the cash register. “I know you work most Saturdays.”

“Thanks,” Tia quickly gives Abby a hug and lets out a deep breath, one she had been holding onto for hours.

“I haven’t heard from you in a couple days.” Abby probes, smirking over her cup.

“I’ve been,” Tia clicks her tongue and quirks an eyebrow. “Busy.”

“Good busy or bad busy?”

Tia takes a sip, then eyes over her cup to her friend. “Both.”

“Start with the good busy.”

Tia shakes her head and lets out a light laugh. She takes another sip then starts by telling Abby what happened after their phone call, that horrible night where all she did was cry. The following morning with the couples therapy session that was followed up with an afternoon of sex, an evening spent as a family, followed by a night and morning of sex. She told Abby how they talked through some of their issues in therapy, about the honesty and vulnerability they shared, along with the multiple orgasms. She could tell Abby was thrilled to see her friend finally getting the ending she wanted.

Abby paid attention, not just to what Tia was saying it but how she said it. She noticed the heat that would slowly fight its way through to her cheeks before she’d trail off, almost as if she was lost in the memory of him. Her voice peaked and a smile spread as Tia told Abby about how she is his girlfriend, and Abby swore she heard the flutter in her heart when Tia talked about the way he kissed her, not the one where she was pressed up against his door, but the gentle ones he’d place in her hairline as they all cuddled up together watching a movie.

“This all sounds good.” Abby’s face twists in confusion, noticeably puzzled as to what could have happened for her friend to be this upset given what happened. “How’d you screw it up?”

Tia doesn’t even try to fight the backhanded remark because it’s partially true. “He got a text from a girl he’s been dating or hooking up with, I don’t really know what she is to him, but she text him this morning.”

“What did the text say?”

“How she was looking forward to seeing him in California next week and was sorry that he had to cancel and hopes to see him soon.” Tia leaves out the picture. Just because the image of a stunning blonde wearing black lacey underwear and tight white crop top is etched in her brain, doesn’t mean it needs to be in her friends as well.

“He cancelled?” Tia nods and Abby continues . “After you two had sex?”

“Before.” Tia clarifies. “The day before. We hadn’t even gone to therapy when he cancelled.”

“You know why he cancelled her trip right?”

“Yes, I do,” Tia lets out a loud and frustrated groan. “He wants to give this a try, me and him. And yes, I know I am overreacting, and I shouldn’t be upset, but I am.”

“You’re allowed to be upset.” Tia drops her gaze and runs her hands down through her curls, then lets out a heavy sigh. “Not upset at him but upset at the situation.”

“I knew he was sleeping around, there was that girl I met at his door, the girl at the party, this seems different though… flying someone out…it seems…serious.”

“Maybe it was, but he cancelled.”

“But that would mean he has feelings for her, I don’t want to get in the middle –“

“Did you ask if he has feelings for her?” Abby quickly butts in when she notices Tia anxiously picking at the paper cup, one of her nervous ticks.

Tia sighs and lets her head fall. “No. I didn’t give him the chance to talk, I just left.”

“Tia,” Abby scolds.

“How can he fly a girl to visit him and have it mean nothing?”

“You had guys at the club offer to take you on trips.”

“They weren’t serious offers.” Tia laughs.

“Tamara literally just got back from Miami with Monday Night Dave.”

Tia’s eyes go wide. Monday Night Dave was a regular who was there every Monday and tended to spend his time with Tia. They always went to a private booth, and he’d pay for a minimum of six songs (ten was the usual number) always give Tia at least a $150 tip. Tia would dance for him and take her top off, and he was one of the few she’d let him put his hands on her hips but only because he’d wait until she said so. He’d spend most of the time complaining about his soon-to-be ex-wife and how he was happy to no longer be with her. He constantly mentioned his cottage in the Muskoka’s, his place in Miami and another in Cabo, subtly hinting for her to join. Of course, Tia would flirt back, ask a million questions, do anything to seem interested and increase her tip without agreeing. If she’s being honest, she didn’t believe Dave had the homes and never thought it was a serious offer. Clearly, she was wrong.

“Dave flew her down, private, they were there for 4 days at this luxury condo, and he paid for everything. Food, drinks, took her shopping. If guys like Monday night Dave are willing to do all that for just sex, I’m sure Auston can too.”

Tia takes a second to consider what Abby told her. While Tamara and Monday Night Dave were just a transaction for sex, she knows Auston isn’t the type to pay for it. If he is flying a girl to another city, it must mean more.

“Isn’t there girls in LA though?” Tia asks.

“You’re so naïve,” Abby laughs at her. “Just talk to him, let him explain. Regardless of the circumstances of the visit, you owe him that much.”

Tia spent the next two hours nervously bouncing on her heels. She didn’t quite know what to make of her conversation with Abby. Was she implying that it was just sex, that this girl was an escort, or there are feelings between them? Is there more than one girl? If so, how many and what’s the relationship between them? If one or more of them is an escort, does she want to get involved with him? The mark from her last scandal has barely begun to heal.

When she opened the door to her apartment it was quiet, all the lights were off. She flicked on the one in the hallway and Taylour, like he always did, had already kicked his winter boots harshly against the wall and dropped his coat in a pile on the floor. She grumbled a little under her breath, mostly because she has been trying to teach him to pick up after himself, but before she has a chance to call him back over to clean up his belongings, he is gone. Actually gone. Tia goes to poke her head in his room to see if he snuck in there for some toys but it’s not long before she hears his soft laughter coming from her bedroom.

“Tay?”

“Your hair went everywhere.” As much anxiety as she felt throughout the day, dread over the potential hurt that may come from their looming conversation, the second Tia heard Auston’s voice she knew everything was going to be okay. He always had a calming presence.

She pushed open the door and sees Taylour sitting on her bed and Auston tucked under the duvet, listening intently while Taylour tells him of his day at the Science Centre.

“Mhm, Mrs. D sent mommy a picture.” Taylour quickly turns to Tia. “Show Daddy the picture.”

They both laugh, and Tia unlocks her phone and shows him the picture and videos of Taylour touching the electric ball with his hair sticking upright. “Wow!” Auston muses. “Looks like you had fun.”

“So much fun!” Taylour giggles cutely. “Can I have a snack Mommy?”

“Yeah, come on.”

Tia took Taylour back out to the living room and grabbed him a yogurt tube and cheese string. She set a plastic cup with orange juice on the coffee table, turned on the TV and started Moana for him, then ventured back to her room where Auston was waiting. He smiled when he saw her and lifted the duvet to welcome her in.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, crawling to be close to him.

His arm wraps around her back and he tugs her closer, wanting to eliminate as much space as possible. “I didn’t want to wait to talk.”

“Good.” Tia places a hand on his cheek, and he jumps at the cold touch of her fingers.

“I’m sorry –“ they both say at the same time and laugh lightly.

“You don’t have to apologize, I completely overreacted.”

“It shouldn’t have taken a text message to tell you about them.”

Them. Tia’s brows furrow following that word. She takes a gulp, trying to push everything down, then speaks. “We weren’t dating, you were allowed to see whoever you wanted, whenever you wanted.”

“But?” He prompts. While Auston can feel the sincerity in her words, he can also tell there is something she isn’t saying.

“I don’t want to come between you and her, if –“

“Baby.” Auston kisses her right away. “You’re not.”

“You were flying her out to visit you.” Even through her small smile Auston can see the hurt she is trying to disguise.

“I swear to you Tia it was nothing.”

“You were flying her out,” Tia stresses. She doesn’t want to get hung up on that, but it seems to be a large detail he is overlooking. “You don’t do that for just sex.”

Auston’s head falls and he lets out all the air in his lungs. Following a deep inhale, he brings his gaze back and she can see all the worry he has been harbouring. “Women talk.” Tia lets out a laugh, not at what he is saying but the way he is saying it, as if this is new information to him. “Like a lot. Everything I do ends up on gossip sites, in the comments or tags of my Instagram, the team has talked to me on more than one occasion. It became easier to find a few women who are discreet and only interested in sex than dealing with everything else. Corrie is that kind of person. I was flying her out because I hadn’t seen her in months, I was worried she may not be around come summer, didn’t want to be alone. Don’t have to worry about that anymore.” Auston smiles and gently tucks some of her hair behind her ear.

Tia nods and takes a second to think over everything he said. A part of her gets it. After the article a spotlight shone on her, unwanted attention from fans or those claiming to be her friend, it was more than she ever expected to handle in her lifetime, and she was barely able to handle it. She can’t imagine that kind of scrutiny following her very move, maybe what he’s saying holds some merit.

“You sure? Because if it was more and you want to keep exploring things with them and me, I,” she chokes on her words, “I’d be okay with that….keeping your options open.”

“I don’t want options, I want you, only you.”

When those words come out so does all the stress she had been holding onto all day. Her heart starts to settle and for the first time in hours she is at ease. “Good.” Tia grins. “I don’t think I’d actually be okay with it.”

“I know,” Auston grins back, dimples fully on display. “It’s all over.” He slips his hand under a pillow and pulls out his phone, he unlocks it and opens the messaging app. He sent one to Corrie, one to Olivia and another to Michelle. He kept it brief, but truthful, letting them all know he and Tia were back together and everything between them was over. “I should have done it sooner,” he says turning the phone around for her. Tia grabs the device and tosses it behind her, she doesn’t need proof, she trusts him. “I was a little…distracted.”

Heat creeps beneath the skin of Tia’s cheeks and Auston grins again. He loves that after everything he still has this affect on her. “I would have been pretty upset if you stopped what we were doing to message another girl.”

Auston lets out another laugh, absolutely nothing could have pulled him from her last night. As much as he wants to kiss her and put this in the past forever, he knows that isn’t what’s best for their future. “Do you have any questions?”

“Uh…I…” she stammers out and clears her throat, taking a second to gather herself as best she can. “How many?”

Auston clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably. Of course, he wants full transparency, he just didn’t think this is what they’d start with. “Like total? Or just right now?”

She scrunches up a face and shakes her head. She doesn’t know whose question was worse. “Never mind.”

“No babe, I’ll tell you anything. But if I’m being honest, I’m not entirely sure.”

“My boyfriend, the slut.” Tia jokes, drawing a slight grin to her face.

“I was in a rough place the first year after Zurich, and the second year…really the entire time. I didn’t have to try to get someone in my bed, so I didn’t. I only wanted to ease the pain.”

“I get that.” Tia genuinely sympathizes. “If I didn’t have Taylour, I would have done the same.”

“Claire was the one and only girl I dated.” Auston laughs when Tia crinkles her nose at the name. “Since then, I have dated nobody, I had a few friends, even more one-night stands, I used protection with all of them. It was never going to be anything more than sex, my hearts always been with someone else.”

Those words hang in the air for a second, its as if they both wait to see if the other takes the bait, to be the first one to say those words. Because, even though they have said it countless times over the past few months, they both know the next time they say it will hold more weight than anytime before.

“You have to burn your sheets.”

Auston laughs and the butterflies in her stomach start fluttering once again.

“I’ll leave you my credit card and you can buy all the sheets you want while I’m in LA.”

One of his hands starts to venture down to the small of her back and his mustache tickles her upper lip seconds before his lips are crashing onto hers.

The kiss is slow and gentle, nobody fighting for control, just two people relishing in the others touch, soft sighs and sweet moans flooding the air. She scratches her nails through the scruff on his jaw and their tongues work in unison. Auston rolls Tia onto her back, and she pulls him on top, the kiss gradually becoming hungrier and heavier. Her hand slips under the hem of his shirt and his works to tug her turtleneck free, creating enough space to slip underneath. Almost instantly he grabs at the fabric of her bra then starts kneading and rolling her nipple.

He can feel himself slowly starting to harden, his boxers tenting up, then Taylour’s joyful laughter erupts from the living room and his forehead falls against hers, both of them releasing an awkward laugh.

“Used to have to hide it from our parents, now we have to find a way to hide from him.” Tia removes her hand.

“Yeah.” Auston takes a second, then his eyes light up. “Come with me.”

He fumbles out of the bed and opens her bedside drawer, he pulls out a condom and drags her to the bathroom, giggling the entire time like he used to at eighteen.

“What are you doing?” Tia whispers as Auston closes the door and locks it. “What if he needs us.”

“He has a snack and a movie; I think we’re good for ten minutes,” Auston responds.

Auston spins her so her back is flush to his chest. She can feel his erection pressing into her back as he pops the button of her jeans open, then uses the space to slip his hand inside. He teases over her core, a featherlight touch brushing over her pussy lips.

“You have a game tonight.”

Her eyes roll shut as two fingers slip between her lips and his thumb begins massaging her sensitive bud.

“And if I play good.” His fingers thrust up and his teeth nip at her neck. “This can be our new game day tradition.”

“What are you waiting for then?”

Auston’s thrusts his fingers in and out a few times, each time becoming harder and deeper than before. Following a sharp gasp, he slips his hand out from her pants and she shimmies them down past her knees, underwear not far behind. Auston pushes his boxers down to free his cock and after a few strokes, he uses his teeth to tear the condom open. He rolls it over his length and kicks Tia’s legs apart, teasing at her entrance.

He enters her in one swift movement and they both moan when he buried himself inside. A feeling they used to know all to well yet spent so long missing. Tia reaches out for the counter for stability as Auston thrusts back inside.

“You always did look good with my cock inside ya,” Auston grunts, anchoring his nails into her hips. He needs to keep her close.

“You always felt good inside me,” Tia moans.

The sound of slapping skin fills the room as the air becomes hot, sweaty. He sloppily licks along her neck, sucking and nipping, not even slightly concerned about marks. He knows she can cover them up.

Auston sets a steady pace and brings one hand around to her front to apply pressure to her already throbbing clit. He can feel her leaning into the counter, her legs becoming weak as pleasure builds from deep within. Auston wraps a hand around her throat but doesn’t squeeze, just uses it to keep her leaning against him.

Tia can feel her orgasm starting to build, and her eyes roll back into her skull. She wants to keep them open; she really does, she knows how much he loves watching her fall apart, but more importantly, how much he loved when she’d watch herself, but it’s all becoming too much. Auston found the spot like he always did, and every time he drags his cock in and out, he brushes up against it.

“T,” Auston sucks on her ear lobe and thrusts again. Its deep and hard, and if not for his hand around her neck she surely would have stumbled forward. “You gotta watch, it’s the best part.”

Auston continues to move in and out, pressing his hips against her ass, gently squeezing at her throat to remind her to open her eyes and swirling his thumb over her clit. When her head lands on his shoulder and her eyes open, a layer of tears is coating them. A few more thrusts and the edges of her vision blur. A few more and her orgasm hits drawing a slew of whimpers spill from her lips. Auston continues rubbing her clit, milking her orgasm for all its worth before he spills everything he has in the condom.

The two of them stop and his hand drops from her neck. Their breathing is uneven and sweat clings to his forehead. After a minute Auston brings his hand around and connects it to her ass, grinning as she yelps. “This should definitely be a part of my pre-game ritual.” Auston hums against her neck. “Shower?”

“I’m going to go check on our son.”

“Tell him there is a present on his bed.” Auston gives Tia’s ass another slap while winking at her in the mirror.

“You’re something else,” Tia shakes her head.

“His other jersey was getting too small.”

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