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His hands slide over my thighs until his thumbs brush my center and I buck, whimpering. We’re standing out in the open, where anyone could see us. I’m half-naked, and I don’t even care. All I want is more. I want him to touch and stroke and taste. I want anything he’ll give me.
“So pretty,” he says, almost to himself. “Perfect.”
I’ve never been perfect at anything. I would know—I’ve tried my whole life. But for the first time, his words fill me with a new feeling. Maybe, with Fallon, I’m enough.
His fingers slide over my slick folds and another groan rumbles through him. The cool air kisses between my legs and I tremble, feeling so exposed—and so cherished.
Then Fallon spreads me with his thumbs, and licks.
Fire spears my core as he runs that broad, flat tongue over every inch of my folds. When it hits my bud, I buck against his mouth, my hand falling to the back of his head. With a low, dangerous chuckle, Fallon spends time at the apex of my thighs, sucking that little bundle of nerves until I’m coming apart at the seams.
“Fallon,” I pant. “Don’t—I’m—”
Sentences fail me. All I can do is grind myself against his face as he groans with abject pleasure, one hand dropping from my thighs to palm at his own crotch. He presses the heel of his palm against his swollen shaft and the sight of his arousal nearly undoes me.
He likes this. He’s enjoying the taste of me.
Then, as his tongue makes wicked circles around my bud, his finger probes my entrance. My legs tremble, and Fallon moves his hand from his shaft to my hip so he can pin me against the wall. His fingers and thumb span from my hip bones all the way to the small of my back, and I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
When I bow my back for more, aching to feel that finger inside me, Fallon obliges. For the first time in far, far too long, something other than my own hand penetrates me. And when Fallon groans and sucks my clitoris so hard I see stars, I clench around his finger, wishing it were something bigger.
Head leaning against the wall, back arching, I come like never before. I cry out, clenching my teeth to muffle the sound. My hands fly to his head and my hips grind against him.
“I feel it,” he says, laving my center with his tongue. “You’re clenching my finger so fucking hard, Jen—”
Another wave of orgasm washes over me, burning through my body and leaving me raw, panting. I finally have to shove Fallon’s head away from my thighs when it becomes too much.
Sitting back on his haunches, Fallon looks up at me, lips glistening, with a look of pure male satisfaction. He slips my leg off his shoulder and stands, his hands never once leaving my body as they slide up from my legs to my waist. Then Fallon kisses me. Hard. I taste my orgasm on his lips and my knees go weak.
And that sexual appetite I thought never existed? It comes roaring back as I palm his steel-hard shaft through his pants, and say one word. “More.”
CHAPTER 15
Fallon
This feels like a dream. Ever since I started working at Four Cups nearly three years ago, I’ve wanted Jen. It only took me two failed dates with other women in the first couple of months after we met—well before we ever kissed or even really talked to each other—to realize that none of them were her.
No other woman can compare.
And now, after all that time, after thinking I’d lost her forever through my own cowardice and stupidity, she let me eat her till she came, and now she’s begging for more.
I’m going to wake up at any minute. I know this, because it’s happened before. I’ll wake up with my aching cock grinding against the sheets and have to fuck my own fist to release some of the pressure.
But Jen’s touch is soft as she slides her hands over my shoulders. Her lips are searching when she kisses me, little sips, tastes, bites.
It’s real.
“I want you, Fallon.”
The guesthouse is near, but even the short distance seems too far. I glance around quickly to make sure we’re still alone, then cage her against the wall again. “I want you too, baby, but I didn’t exactly imagine our first time together as me fucking you up against a barn.”
Her kiss-bruised lips tilt into a new kind of smile. I’ve never seen this one before. It’s wicked and wanting and so damn hot it makes me ache. My balls are heavy, my cock is swollen, and I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get inside her.
“What’s wrong with a barn?” Jen asks innocently.
My hands clamp around her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as I try to regain some semblance of control. “I’ve never seen this side of you.”
She lets out a huffing laugh. “Neither have I. Maybe you bring it out in me.”
