JokicLvr

Every home game, you took the floor under bright lights, music shaking the arena, thousands of eyes on you—but somehow, you always felt his. The way his focus drifted to you between plays. The way his jaw tightened when you spun, when you dipped, when you tossed your hair, when the uniform hugged you too tightly and dared him to notice.

God, did he notice.

The way you moved—sharp and controlled, then fluid, effortless. The uniform left little to the imagination, and he hated how much of you it revealed… and how impossible it was to look away.

And you noticed him too—

The menace he became on the court. The intensity. The edge. But off it? The quiet smiles. The way he nodded respectfully to every girl on the squad, never crossing a line like some of the others. Somehow, that made it worse. Other men were forgettable. Austin wasn’t.

You passed each other in tunnels and hallways, exchanging smiles that lingered just long enough to feel illegal.

“Nice game,” you’d offer.

“Nice performance,” he’d reply, eyes flicking deliberately to your uniform before snapping back to your face—just subtle enough to deny.

Nothing happened. Until the night it did.

The massive downtown club was chaos—bass thumping through your bones, lights strobe through darkness. The girls had joined the team this time, mixing into the crowd to enjoy a rare weekend off..

Downstairs, dancers moved on stages bathed in neon. Austin didn’t look at them once. He was already watching you.

You felt him before you saw him—standing beside you at the bar, close but not touching. The smell of cologne and something undeniably him. You smile to yourself before turning slowly.

“You following me now?” you teased.

His mouth twitched. “You’d know if I was.”

“Careful,” you said. “Someone might think you’re breaking rules.”

His eyes dipped. Lingered. “Already have.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine.

“You’re trouble,” you whispered.

“I think,” he murmured back, “you like that.”

The music swallowed your laughter—but not the tension. Not the way his fingers brushed yours, deliberate, lingering.

“You know we shouldn’t,” you said, even as you leaned closer.

“I know,” he replied. “That’s why I waited.”

Waited.

For what—you weren’t sure. But when he took your hand, it felt inevitable.

He guided you through the shadows, hidden behind his tall frame, past velvet curtains toward the private dance booths.

At the door, he handed the woman attending the booth a crisp hundred without even looking.

“Twenty minutes,” she said flatly, understanding he wasn’t paying for a dance, but for her to leave.

The heavy curtain closed behind you.

The world narrowed.

Austin sat back slowly, his long legs taking up half the space in the small room. He relaxed, elbows resting on his knees, eyes never leaving you. The dim light carved him into shadow and temptation.

“You’re going to get us in so much trouble,” you breathed.

“No one’s coming in here,” he said quietly. “I made sure.”

Your heart raced. “You always this confident?”

“Only when I know what I want.”

Silence stretched—thick, electric.

“I watch you dance for the whole arena every week,” he said, voice low. “And I’m not supposed to.”

You stepped closer. “Think you can handle it up close?”

He swallowed. “Think you can stop?”

You smiled. Slow. Dangerous.

“What? You want a dance?”

He leaned back, eyes dark, spreading his legs just slightly. “I want whatever you’ll give me.”

The music outside thudded as you moved, slow and deliberate, hips swaying just enough to make his breath hitch. You leaned close, lips just brushing his ear.

“You’re not allowed to touch,” you whispered. Both of you knew it was a dare.

“Is that right?” he replied, voice strained.

Your thighs brushed his as you moved to circle him, his eyes following you intently. Your hands traced his shoulders, chest—never lingering long enough to cross the line. His fingers curled into fists on his thighs, restraint depleting quickly.

You gripped his soft hair, pulling with just enough force to make him shudder. You made his neck crane, leaning back until his eyes met yours, the top of his head brushing your chest.

You could feel his breath now, coming in short pants. Your lips only inches apart—you could easily close the space between you, and judging by how his eyes flickered down to your lips, he wanted you to. But you didn’t. Not yet.

Instead, you released his hair, causing his head to fall forward abruptly.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he murmured, his voice different now—dangerous.

You moved back in front of him.

“You’ve been watching me all season,” you teased. “I figured it was my turn.” He laughed softly—breathless. “You’re cruel.”

“And you’re distracted,” you whispered before bending at the waist, making your dress stretch over your ass. You grinned to yourself, whipping your hair over your shoulder, glancing back to see the damage done.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, jaw clenched tight.

You knew you were close to pushing him over the ledge, and you couldn’t wait to see what was behind those kind honey eyes.

“I do something wrong?” you fully turn, tilting your head, biting your bottom lip just to add fuel.

He finally snapped.

You almost fell from the force of Austin pulling you into his lap, holding you firm against his thighs, his large hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave marks.

“Austin—” you gasped, bracing your hands against his chest.

“You feel that, darlin’?” he rasped. “That’s what you’ve been doing to me all damn year.”

You felt it—God, did you feel it. Your short dress had ridden up, hardly covering your ass anymore, leaving only your underwear as a barrier against his black pants.

You stared at him for a moment, deciding if you were really going through with this. Whether you were going to break the first rule you were told before you ever put on your uniform. Whether you were going to risk it all—if a man was worth that.

The problem was, this wasn’t just any man hard beneath you. This was Austin Reaves.

And you wanted him. Damn the consequences.

You slowly leaned in closer—too close. Your noses brushed. His eyes dropped to your lips.

For one moment, neither of you breathed.

He leaned in—

and stopped.

His forehead rested against yours instead, voice barely there.

“Tell me you want this… want me.”

Your chest ached.

“You know I want you, Austin. Wanted you for so long.”

He smiled genuinely, like he’d waited forever to hear those words—like this meant more.

“Me too,” he admitted. “Just been holdin’ back.”

“Then don’t.”

With that, his last bit of reticence melted and he finally kissed you. Lifting his hand to gently cup your jaw, he kept you right there. Kissing you slowly, controlled, letting you feel exactly what he had been holding back.

The music vibrated around you, but you only hear him, only felt him. Your hands move to roam his body, feeling over his chest, arms, shoulders, really anywhere you could reach until you became frustrated.

You reach for the hem of his hoodie, roughly pulling it up until your lips had to separate, finally removing it and revealing Austin's white t-shirt.

Austin went back to your lips immediately, his tounge gliding over your lip, finding your own tounge as the kiss became frantic.

Your hips roll mindlessly, you gasp at the unintentional friction, gripping Austin's shoulders like a life line. Austin groaned loud, hands rushing to roughly grasp your ass.

"Fuck- Do that again." He rasped leaning back enough to look down between your bodies. You did, slower, harder, with a needy whine.

"God. The way you move makes me crazy." Austin added leaning into your neck, taking in your scent before tracing your collar bone with hungry kisses. His hands encouraged you to keep moving, grinding hard against him.

It felt ridiculous, humping like wild teenagers until a wet patch formed on his pants, but this was a whole season of yearning finally breaking.

"Austin, I can't wait any longer." You breath against his lips, frustration laced in your words. He nodded slowly, a cocky smirk forming on his lips.

"I know darlin'. Let me take care of you." You smile then, he always said the right thing. You nod, and follow his signal to stand.

You only stand long enough for Austin to lower his pants enough to free himself and lower back to his lap.

"What the hell Austin." You gasp staring down at his dick. "What's wrong?" He chuckles at your reaction. "You- I cant.." you stutter but he lifts a finger under your chin making you look up to his eyes, a caring expression now finding you.

"I'll be gentle as you need, I promise." He whispers, and it actually calms you, able to take a deep breath. Until he whispers again, but leaning into your ear this time. "But I really wanna see you take all of me. Need to feel you ride my dick. Think you can do that baby?"

Your brain melted in that moment, and the only thing you were sure of was you'd do anything Austin wanted.

You press your forehead to his, keeping your eyes locked on each other's as you slowly lowered onto him. You whimper feeling him immediately stretching you, holding his shoulders as his hands gripped your thighs supporting you. Austin groaned deep from his chest, using all his control not to pound into you, but he didnt.

Instead, he steadied you. Holding your weight in his strong arms, letting you take his cock at the pace you needed while your body adjusted to him. He was only half was in, but you already felt so full.

"Oh my God."

Your head fell back eyes shuttering as your let out a needy cry, not caring anymore about who could hear.

"You're doing so good baby. Need you to relax. You're- fuck. You're grippin' me so damn tight." He sounded almost pained. You hear him, looking back down at his eyes, dark with lust but still somehow more adoring than you think you've ever had someone look at you.

You kiss him again, more gentle than before, breathing him in deeply. You cradle his head with both hands, beginning to bounce slowly. You moan into his mouth feeling your body stretch, molding perfectly to him.

You finally sink down completely and Austin froze. Holding your hips still to revel in the moment, feeling your muscles already around him.

"I knew you could. Made to take my cock, made just for me." Austin praised moving his hands to your waist, letting you moved however you needed.

"Ugh, so deep. It feels unreal." You moan finding a steady rhythm now. "It's real darlin'. It's all me." He answered and normally you would've had a smart remark but you couldn't, not with him hitting spots you didn't know you had.

"Should'a done this a long time ago." He said more to himself, but you couldn't agree more.

The stretch turned to pure pleasure, and you couldn't help but ride him faster. Noticing how his breath hitched just a little everytime you rose to his tip, almost completely out, and then dropped quickly.

One of the straps on your dress fell, revealing half of your strapless bra. Austin's eyes instantly went to your chest, you could see the wheels turning. He quickly lifted his hand to lower the remaining strap, looking to you for any objection. He got none of course, so he continued, pulling down the front of the lace until your breast feel free.

Austin wet his lips taking in the view of your breast bouncing as you rode him, your nipples hard and begging for his attention.

"Shit. Your breats are perfect, you're perfect." His words only encourage you, changing your angle to brush your clit against his pelvic bone. His large hands caressed each breast roughly, leaning into your chest to kiss over each tenderly.

You didn't think it could get any better until Austin took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tounge skillfully. He used the perfect balance of pressure, hard suction followed by soothing licks, you could only imagine how it would feel between your legs.

You feel it, that tightness in the pit of your stomach that let you know he was about to unravel you completely. He felt it too, releasing your nipple to look at you.

He was wrecked. Pupils blown, his chest heaving, the ends of his messy hair damp against his forehead now. You were just as gone, and he loved it.

"Austin, I'm so close." You gasp bouncing like a woman possessed now.

"I feel it baby, feel you squeezin' like a fucking vise." He moaned, head falling back. You could see every muscle is his body tensing.

His hands tightened, attempting to slow the movement of your hips.

"Need to stop. If you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum inside." He pleaded knowing he wasnt lasting but a few more seconds of you.

But it was too late, you were too close, too gone to stop.

"Please don't stop." You cry, collapsing onto his shoulder, but your hips never stop. He groaned loud realizing you were letting him cum inside you, letting him have you completely.

"Fuck, I'm gonna scream." you breathed into his neck feeling it coming, harder than an orgasm had ever hit you before. "You can't baby." He whispered, but deep down, he wanted you to scream his name, wanted everyone to know how you were for him.

"I can't hold it. Austin-" you gasp and his hand rushes to the back of your head to muffle you against his shoulder.

The orgasm took you, shaking your whole body. You feel it rush through your whole body, up your chest and you know if you scream the whole place will hear it; even with the music.

Before you realized you'd done it, you bite onto Austin's broad shoulder. Hard, right on the large muscle at the nape of his neck. Not enough to break his skin, but definitely leave a bruise, enough to take the tension your body couldn't hold.

"Fuckin' hell" Austin cussed loud, slamming your hips down and holding you still as he came deep in you, your muscles fluttering around him, milking every drop from him.

A full minute went by before either of you were able to function. Holding on to each other as your breathing evened and the adrenaline faded.

You straighten your body, looking at him with blush warming your cheeks. "I'm sorry." You whispered finally brave enough to look into his eyes. He only smiled warmly at you.

"Nothing to be sorry about." He answered and placed a soft kiss on your cheek causing you to laugh softly.

"That was amazing" you smile back. He chuckled softly, studying you face like he was trying to remember every feature.

"Yeah it was. But we should probably get out of here before someone comes looking for us." He announced and reality came crashing back in.

Your face instantly dropped, looking down at his chest now. He saw it.

"Hey." He called softly but you didn't look, you knew his next words were going to be like a punch to the stomach.

He moved his hand to lift your chin gently, making you meet his eyes.

"I promise this ain't a one time thing. I wouldn't do that to you. We'll figure it out."

You exhaled deeply, relief replaced panic, and his warm eyes made you really believe him.

"I'd like that." You nod as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"Think you can stand?" He smirks with annoying confidence. You rolled your eyes at him. And slowly lift yourself, letting his softened cock fall from you. Your legs are wobbly for a moment but you find your footing, standing between his legs.

He tucked himself back into his pants, looking back to you when he hears your soft gasp.

"Oh" You look down seeing the evidence of what just happened running down your thighs.

"Oh shit." He echoed quickly looking around the room but finding nothing to clean you.

Without a second thought he reached over his head, pulling his white t-shirt off smoothly with one hand, dropping to one knee before you.

Your eyes go wide.

"Austin you don't-" before you can finish the sentence he wipes the shirt between your legs gently.

"I definitely do. I definitely wanna see this again, but I'm still gonna take care of you."

His words make you breathless, not to mention his actions. He folding the t-shirt and wiped your other thigh now, gentle, attentive motions that made your chest feel like jello.

He stood after finishing, throwing the t-shirt at the trash bin in the corner, and reached for his hoodie to pull on.

"You okay?" He ask after both of you finished adjusting your clothes.

"Yeah, I really am." You smile, and he leans down enough to kiss your temple.