“Make yourself at home. Please.”
As she heads for the kitchen, I drop down onto the couch. It’s plush and soft and feels great. It’s a hell of a lot more comfortable than my couch at home. A moment later, Fallon comes back into the living room and sets the beers down on the coffee table. I give her a curious look, and she smiles.
“Let’s not pretend we actually came up here for a drink,” she purrs as she sits down, straddling my lap. “We can have the beer afterward.”
“Have I mentioned that I like the way you think?”
“Good.”
She leans forward and presses her mouth to mine. Her tongue slips past my lips and swirls around my own, stirring the embers of lust within me. It’s been a little while since I’ve been with a woman but as our kiss deepens and grows more passionate, I find that it’s like riding a bike—you just remember how to do it.
Fallon kisses my neck, sending a shiver through me. I grab her hair and pull her head back, not exactly gently, and she closes her eyes and moans as I feel her tremble. I slide my hands down her back, making her shudder even more then cup her ass and give it a squeeze, reveling in how firm it feels. Fallon rolls her hips, grinding herself against me, and I moan as she slides up and down on me, rubbing herself harder on my rigid length.
As I lose myself in her kiss, relishing the feel of our tongues swirling together languidly and our bodies moving against one another, I feel a sharp stab of guilt. I’d only come to talk to her, to help life my spirits. She’d taken my mind off things and had gotten me laughing the night before, and I really needed that kind of distraction last night. Sleeping with her wasn’t even on my radar. I feared I was being disrespectful to Prophet’s memory by doing this. By fucking instead of mourning.
But then I pushed that aside as I thought about my time with Fallon. It’s been light and joyful. Full of laughter and smiles. She lifted me out of the dark place I’ve been mired in since Prophet’s death. She was able to make me feel better in a few hours than I’ve felt in days. And part of me wants to think that Prophet would approve. Part of me thinks he’d want me to be happy rather than wallowing in misery.
Maybe he’s the one who nudged me to come to Pineville in the first place. Maybe from his spot in the Great Beyond, he put me in Fallon’s path specifically to help me through the mourning. That’s what part of me wants to believe. The cynical side of me can guess which part of me is putting those thoughts in my head. But I want to believe it could be true. That meeting Fallon was Prophet’s way of saying it was okay to let go of the grief.
“Are you all right?” she asks.
I nod and slip my hand behind her neck, pulling her down into a long, passionate kiss. She grabs my T-shirt and pulls it up. I raise my arms and help her slide it off me and when it clears my arms, she flings it across the room. My heart is racing, and my body is tense and tight, a sense of anticipation and desire washing through me. I tug on her shirt and together we get her out of it, and it joins mine somewhere across the room.
I reach behind her and unclasp her bra. Her breasts spill out and into my hands. I knead one as I take her stiff nipple into my mouth, drawing a long moan from her lips. I lick and suck on the one breast as I squeeze and knead the other. She grinds herself against my rigid staff harder as I give her nipple a sharp bite, making her groan.
Fallon slips off my lap and reaches down, fumbling with my belt. I help her get my belt undone and start to kick off my boots as she pulls my pants down. My boots finally off, I raise my hips and allow her to remove my pants. Before I can do anything, she drops to her knees in front of me, pushing me back against the couch with one hand, and wraps her delicate fingers around my cock.
I gasp as she slips the head of my staff into her mouth, teasing the sensitive underside of it with the tip of her tongue. My body is vibrating with intense sensations as she opens her mouth and swallows me whole. With her hand wrapped around the shaft, Fallon starts to stroke me as she sucks on the head of my cock. I press my head against the cushions of the couch, relishing the feeling of her mouth and hand on me. She strokes and sucks me, moving her mouth and hand in unison on me.
“Jesus,” I gasp as I tangle my fingers in her hair.
She looks up at me, her blue eyes glittering seductively in the soft lighting of her loft. Her cheeks are flushed, and she starts to work me over even harder, using her mouth and hand like she has something to prove. She’s pushing me toward the brink quickly, and I know I need to stop her before we pass the point of no return. If this is to be therapeutic, I’d like this to last a bit longer. I gently push her back before I fill her mouth, and she flashes me a wicked little smile.
I get to my feet and pull Fallon to hers. I quickly unbutton her cutoffs and push them down. She steps out of them, and she squeals as I lift her off the ground. I sit her down on the arm of her sofa then get down onto my knees before her. I look up at Fallon as I bury my face between her soft thighs. Fallon gasps out loud when I slip my tongue inside of her. I savor the taste of Fallon’s sweet nectar as I lap at her warm center. I suck hard on her clit, making her cry out. She grips my hair, yanking hard as she grinds herself against my face. Fallon’s juices spill down my chin but I keep licking and sucking on her, unable to get enough.
Her breathing is ragged, and she’s gasping as she pulls my hair. That only makes me lap at her even harder, driving her to the precipice. I can feel her legs shaking as I plunge my tongue deep inside of her. She stiffens up around me, and a moment later, she throws her head back, her cry long and lusty as she cums. Fallon has a death grip on my hair and is holding me right where I am. She grinds herself against my mouth as her orgasm crashes down over her.
Fallon looks down at me, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. Her breathing is labored, her face is flushed, and a wavering smile stretches her lips.
“That was incredible,” she gasps. “But I need you inside of me. Now.”
My desire for her is overwhelming as I get to my feet. I step forward and Fallon parts her thighs for me. I lean down and kiss her as I nestle the head of my staff between her soft, wet folds. And with a thrust of my hips, I plunge myself deep into her. She bites my shoulder, a groan passing her lips as I start to move within her. Fallon digs her nails into my upper arms as I drive myself deep into her.
“Yes,” she moans. “God, yes. That feels amazing.”
She locks her ankles behind my back as I start to thrust myself into her harder and faster, the feeling of my staff sliding along her inner walls driving me crazy. My entire body feels like it’s burning from the inside and all I want is more. I kiss her again, forcing my tongue into her mouth. I swallow her cries and drive myself into her over and over again. She’s so tight and it feels so good, I feel myself hurtling toward that brink again.
I feel my cock swell, so I step back and take a moment to gather myself and back away from that ledge. I’m not ready for it to be over yet. I pull Fallon off the arm of the couch and turn her around then bend her over the arm of the sofa. She looks over her shoulder, licking her lips salaciously as I step forward again.
“Fuck me,” she says, her voice thick and dripping with lust. “Fuck me now.”
I oblige and pierce her with my staff, making her call my name out loud. With one hand on her hip, I reach up and grab a handful of her hair, yanking her head backward. I thrust myself into her harder and faster, relishing the sensation of being deep within her molten core. Fallon thrusts herself backward, taking me into her even deeper.
The steadyslap-slap-slapof our bodies crashing together fills my ears and makes the lust within me rise like the tide. I fill her from behind, and she writhes against me as I drive myself as deep as I can, the feeling of being so deep inside of her urging me on. Fallon’s body tightens around me and her muscles stiffen. She lets out a high-pitched keening noise as she cums, and I have to hold onto her as she thrashes wildly.
Fallon clamps down on my cock with her inner muscles as I keep pumping myself into her, making her even tighter. I feel my staff swell and begin to pulse, and a moment later, I erupt. I burst inside of her, filling her with my warm, wet seed. Fallon trembles as I empty myself inside of her with a loud groan.
Together, we ride out the currents of ecstasy and only when I soften and slip out of her do I step back. Fallon turns around and wraps her arms around the back of my neck, looking deeply into my eyes and it stirs something inside of me. She gives me a smile and wiggles against me, making my arousal grow again.
