Falling for Dr. Kelly: A Falling novel

by Gallie, DL

  My left hand kneads her ass; squeezing and massaging her cheek. My other hand slides around her tiny waist and up to her breasts. Massaging gently, I tug on her nipple and pinch. Alternating back and forth between the two. “Flynnnnnnn,” she moans, as I continue to fondle her breasts; they fit my hands perfectly. I can’t wait to press my face into them again and that’s exactly what I do. Leaning forward, I press her gorgeous tits together and lower my face between her plump mounds. I lick and suck her breasts. Gently biting her nipple, she moans and throws her head back. She runs her hands up into her hair, turning her head into her arms as she slides up and down my dick. We thrust our hips back and forth and I continue to devour her breasts. While I suck one nipple, I massage and squeeze the other. Repeating the motion over and over. She moans and groans as pleasure envelops us both. She makes the most amazing sound as her climax builds, a mixture between a wail and scream. The sound reverberates deep within me, pushing me to the edge.

  “Avery, fuck,” I groan, I’m teetering on the edge but I can’t come. Not until she does. She has to come before me, I chant to myself over and over. She clenches me tighter and tighter with each thrust.

  “I’m close,” she cries.

  Our eyes find one another and we stare deep into each other’s souls as we thrust back and forth.

  In and out.

  Up and down.

  Our bodies moving in sync. My balls tighten and I will myself not to come. Not yet. Not yet, I continue to chant. She slides her hand between us and flicks her clit, this sensation causes her to tense and shudder around me. Her body violently shakes and she screams, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” as her climax detonates. This sets me off and together we explode, screaming in ecstasy as we ride out our orgasm.

  Our bodies quivering as the pleasure endorphins sore throughout us, she collapses forward, pressing her tits into my chest. Her hair shrouding me as we both breathe heavily and come down from our orgasmic high. She lifts her head and stares at me, her lips lift in a shy smile. “That was…”

  “Yep,” I say, as I tuck her hair behind her ear, cupping her face in my palm. Something passes between us, she leans forward and kisses me. This kiss is different, it’s not as frenzied as our earlier ones but it's just as poignant. With her still straddling me, I remove the condom, tie it off and drop it to the carpet. Gripping her hips, I flip her on to her back. I settle between her legs and we make out like horny teenagers on a Saturday night.

  She reaches around and grabs one of the condoms I dropped earlier. “Please,” she murmurs into the kiss. Breaking the connection, I see what’s in her fingers. Taking the rubber from her, I sheath my cock and stare down at her. She spreads her legs wide and that’s all the invitation I need. With a flick of my hips, I slide inside her again. Even though I just came harder than ever before, I’m ready and raring to go once again. We fall into a rhythm, thrusting our hips back and forth. Our bodies and lips moving in sync. Our tongues caress one another and quicker than I would have liked, we both tumble over the orgasmic cliff once again.

  Wrapping my arms under her, I lift her up and she wraps her limbs tightly around me. Walking us into my bedroom, I pull back the duvet and place her down on the bed. Sliding in next to her, we face one another and chat. I tell her about growing up in Ireland. She tells me about, Baylor, her twin sister. I get the feeling something is up there but I don’t push it. I want to keep tonight light and fun. We continue to swap stories into the wee hours of the morning. She makes me laugh, and boy do we laugh. We share information with one another like I do with Preston; never have I done that before after a hookup, but Avery Evans is more than just a hookup. I want more with this woman. Tomorrow morning over breakfast, I’ll broach that subject, because right now, her eyes are drooping and she’s ready for sleep.

  Pulling her into my side, she rests her head on my chest and throws her leg over mine. We blissfully drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. This is an amazing end to what was a horrendous day and I cannot wait for tomorrow.

  8

  Avery

  Opening my eyes, I’m disorientated for a moment. Blinking a few times, the room comes into view, but when I glance around I don’t recognize anything. The walls are a dark gray, the furniture is dark, and the ever so soft bed is huge and isn’t mine.

  Then I remember.

  Memories of last night come rushing back to me. My clit throbs as they play back in slow motion through my mind, my body tingling as I recall each and every deliciously sexy moment from last night.

  A noise from beside me snaps me back to the present, and my gaze drifts to the side. I’m met with a muscular back and the hint of a butt cheek—a gorgeously firm butt cheek, if my recollections from when said cheeks were firmly pressed in my palms is correct. My eyes move north and I get a sudden urge to lean over and lick down his spine and bite his butt cheek.

  What the hell? That’s not me. I don’t think dirty thoughts like this. Hell, I don’t usually do ANY of the things I have done with this man. This man makes me do things I never in a million years would ever consider doing, but with how my body feels right now, I’m so glad he pulled me out of my comfort zone.

  Rolling to my back, I stare up at the ceiling and then it happens. Panic starts to build within and a sudden urge to flee overtakes me—there’s the shy, conservative, rule abiding Avery that I know. Like seriously, I’m an elementary school teacher, I don’t pick up sexy as sin doctors in a bar…or go home with them. Nor do I let sexy as sin demigod’s finger fuck me in public or make out and dry hump them in their car. Or have hours and hours of mind-blowing, out of the world, amazing sex. Or have naked deep and meaningful conversations at stupid a.m. with a complete stranger.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck, I have to get out of here.

  Movement from next to me pauses my racing thoughts. It seems during my mini mental breakdown freak-out, Flynn woke up and rolled over to face me. He’s staring at me and even with a sleepy look on his face, he is the most gorgeous man I have ever laid my eyes upon. His gaze bores into me, my skin heating from the intense desire in his eyes. His gaze calms me and pushes my freak-out to the side, especially when his hand slips below the sheet and slides between my thighs. Like the whore I’ve turned into, I spread my legs for him, inviting him to do anything he wants to me. He rubs up and down my lips. Instantly I’m wet—whore—and his finger slides with ease into my sex. I moan at the friction and press myself into his hand. My eyes droop closed and my head rolls back on the pillow. I need more. I want more. I want Flynn like I need my next breath. What is with this man and his magical fingers?

  My legs spread wider and I turn my head to face him, we stare one another as he continues to finger me. Pleasure builds deep in my belly. He thrusts two fingers inside, I moan in delight and close my eyes. My back arches and I whimper in ecstasy. He leans over and presses his lips to mine. His tongue licks along my lips, before sliding in and out of my mouth, in sync with his fingers between my legs. Before long, I explode around his fingers. Screaming as pleasure rumbles throughout my body.

  Flynn removes his fingers, and he traces his fingertip along my bottom lip before bringing them to his lips. He slips them into his mouth and sucks. My mouth waters at seeing this. Licking my bottom lip, I taste myself for the first time. It's tart and tangy, not what I expected. He grins at me as he tugs the sheet off my body. He grabs my hand and places it on his cock, his rock-hard cock. Gripping his dick in my palm, I squeeze and flick my wrist up and down. The pad of my finger slides over the tip, spreading the leaking precum around. Our eyes are locked on one another as I jerk him off. He grips my hand and halts my movements. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.”

  Lifting to my knees, I shimmy down the bed, and with my eyes on him, I take him into my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck and pump his cock. Repeating the motion over and over. His breathing becomes labored. His body stiffens and then I feel the first burst of hot salty cum hit the back of my th
roat. I suck and lick every last drop. I’ve never been into head before, but this man seems to bring me out of my comfort zone in many different sexual ways.

  Pulling back, his cock pops out of my mouth. He beckons me forward with his finger in a come-hither motion. Straddling his legs, ever so slowly I crawl up his body. Kissing, licking, and nipping every ripple along his perfect body as I go. Licking up his neck, I straddle his waist and sit up. I stare down at him and smile. “You beckoned me?” I huskily say, not recognizing my sexed-up voice or this sex vixen version of me.

  Flynn sits up, wraps his arms around my lower back and presses his face into my breasts. He attacks them with vigor. Each nip and suck sending shock waves straight between my thighs. My head drops back and I lose myself to the pleasure ricocheting throughout my body. My hips begin rocking back and forth; his cock hardens between us. Sliding my hand down, I grip his dick and begin to stroke. When he’s hard as steel, I lift myself onto my knees and I slam myself down on him. “Fuuuuck!” I shout, as I impale myself fully on him, he’s deeper than any cock has been before. He lifts his head from between my breasts. “Condom,” he growls.

  “I’m on the pill,” I say, my eyes locked on his. There’s a hint of indecision in his eyes. “I’m clean. I promise.”

  “I’m clean too.” He smiles at me and nods his head.

  Nodding in return, I begin to ride him. I’ve never not used protection before, I can feel every ridge on his cock, without the latex barrier it’s much more intense. I grunt and groan as pressure builds within. My hips piston back and forth. Flynn thrusts up from below. He’s so deep it hurts but at the same time, it's the most exquisite feeling ever. His cock is deep inside, it feels like he hits my cervix each time; it’s ohh so delicious.

  “Flynn,” I croon, as I grip his shoulders for leverage and increase my thrusts. We thrash back and forth. The only sounds in the room are our heavy breathing and skin slapping on skin. Out of nowhere my orgasm detonates. I scream as my climax peaks, euphoria pulsates through my muscles from head to toe. My body tingling, never have I had such an intense orgasm like this before.

  Flynn’s body tenses against mine. His arms tighten around me and I feel him release inside me. He grunts and squeezes me as he climaxes. Collapsing back onto the bed, I fall with him. He gingerly traces his fingertip along my spine. I’m completely sated and well fucked, I drift off to sleep lying across his chest.

  My full bladder wakes me, I don’t want to move but if I don’t it won’t be pretty. Slipping slip out of bed, I walk into his en suite bathroom. It’s clean and masculine, like the rest of his place. Gray tiles, white vanity. Even his towels are a charcoal gray. After using the toilet, I step to the sink and wash my hands. Glancing in the mirror, I don’t recognize the person staring back at me. My cheeks are flushed, I feel relaxed and invigorated. Then I think about last night, and this morning, and with those thoughts in the forefront of my mind, I begin to freak out, again. Shit, shit, shit. What have I done? Conservative Avery is here, this is the Avery I’m used to and the one I know. No longer is the sexy confident vixen from last night present. Shy awkward me has returned, and she needs to get out of here and she needs to leave now.

  Poking my head into the bedroom, I thank the heavens when I see Flynn is still sleeping soundly. Quietly tiptoeing out, I quickly exit his room. My heart is racing and it feels loud, like a herd of elephants trampling through the safari park. Stepping into the living room, I find my dress by the sofa. Picking it up, I slip it over my head. Then the clean freak in me appears. Picking up his discarded clothes, I fold them neatly in a pile and place them on the coffee table. Bending down, I pick up my bra, grab my shoes and clutch, and exit his place.

  As I wait for the elevator, I sigh in relief that I escaped without being caught. My mind is a jumbled mess right now, and I’m ever so thankful I don’t need to do the awkward morning/afternoon-after chitchat I’ve heard about. How do people do this all the time?

  The elevator doors open and I press the button for the lobby. Shoving my bra into my bag, I slip on my shoes, and cringe when I realize I have no panties. I’ve just slipped my shoes on when the doors open to the lobby. Exiting, I race across marble floor, my heels clicking on the tiles loudly, basically announcing my walk of shame to the empty lobby, except for the concierge and doorman. Lowering my head down in mortification, I quickly race through the lobby and push the door open before the doorman can do it. Stepping out to the street, my heart is racing in my chest. I’ve never done the walk of shame before, and I don’t ever wish to feel like this again. Looking to the street, I smile when I see someone getting out of a taxi.

  Smiling at them, I carefully climb in—don’t want a Britany vag flash—and give the driver my address. Sitting back in my seat, I rest my head against the headrest and let out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Grabbing my phone, I call Cress. She picks up on the second ring. “Afternoon, hussy.”

  “Morning,” I reply, as I glance at my watch and realize it's almost one in the afternoon.

  “Sooo…” she prompts, “how was your night?”

  “Good,” I say, as memories of last night play in vivid sexy high definition color in my mind, and my traitorous body zings with delight.

  “Good, that’s all I get good?”

  “Yep. I’m in a taxi on my way home right now.” Pausing, I purse my lips. I sigh and whine, “Cress—”

  “I’ll be there when you get home.” I love that she knows what I need right now.

  “Thank you,” I whisper, but she’s already hung up. I’m ever so grateful to have a friend like her because I really, really need her right now. I need her to help me compartmentalize everything that has eventuated in the last twelve hours.

  Leaning back in the taxi, I close my eyes and then I lift my head and shoot upright. Holy shit, I had an out of this world one-night stand and then I snuck out. I’m such a whore. “Fucking hell,” I mumble, as I lean my head against the side window and close my eyes. I feel so dirty, so skanky right now, but at the same time so alive and liberated.

  Doubt starts to creep in, maybe I shouldn’t have snuck out like I did but really, what other choice did I have? It’s not like I’ll ever see the sexy as sin doctor again.

  9

  Flynn

  With a smile on my face, I open my eyes and reach out to the side. I need to hold her against me as I wake up, but I’m met with nothing. My hand feels a cold sheet beneath it, turning my head to the side, I frown when I see the bed empty. She must be in the bathroom, I think to myself when I see the door closed. Lying back down, I stare at the ceiling and find myself grinning from ear to ear. Last night was beyond my wildest dreams amazing. I’ve slept with a lot of women but Avery Evans, fuck me, she strides to the top of the list.

  It’s been a while now, and she hasn’t returned. “Avery?” I call out as I sit up in bed. Walking naked to the bathroom door, I knock. “Ave lass, are you okay?” Again I’m met with silence, pushing the door open I find it empty. Turning around, I walk into the living room and find it empty. Stepping around the sofa, I see her dress is gone, and my clothes are folded neatly on the coffee table. And then it hits me, she snuck out. “Motherfucker,” I groan, running my hands through my hair. Dropping down to the sofa, I rest my elbows on my knees and dejectedly sigh. She didn’t seem like the person who would fuck and chuck, then again, I know dick all about her. Sure we chatted before falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning, but the topics we discussed were nothing serious.

  Leaning back into the sofa, I smile as a vision of Avery riding me in this exact spot last night flashes before me. I can still smell her pussy, her sweet sweet pussy. My cock hardens thinking about her taste. My mouth waters and I imagine the sounds she made when she came. “Fuuuuck!” I growl as I grip my cock and begin to stroke. The sound of her purring like the sex kitten she is plays over and over on a loop in my mind. My grip on my cock tightens, my tugs hurried, and soon I’m spraying cum all over my stomach
.

  Collapsing back onto the couch, I lie here breathing heavily and think about the dark-haired angel who got away. Heading back into my bedroom, I climb into the shower and wash the remnants of my self-love away. Climbing out, I dry off and decide to head back to the Tavern, maybe she’ll be back there for a quiet beverage to end the weekend.

  Calling Preston, he agrees to meet me there in an hour.

  An hour later, I walk in and my eyes dart around the bar, but my raven-haired beauty isn’t here. Preston is and he’s got a grin on his face. “Hey,” he says, as I sit across from him. Picking up his drink, I slam it back. “Rough night?” he cheekily questions.

  “Amazing night. Rough afternoon.” I reply, flagging down the waitress, I order myself a beer and another scotch for Preston.

  “That’s two extremes.”

  “That’s how the last eighteen hours have gone.”

  “Huh?”

  “Last night and this morning were amazing with Avery. We clicked, and not just between the sheets.” I take sip of beer the waitress just delivered. “Well, I thought we clicked. When I woke up just after lunch, she was gone. No note. Nothing. The only reason I knew she was there was because she folded my clothes and left them on the coffee table.”

  “Huh?”

  “Before she left, she folded my clothes that were left in the living room last night.”

  “At least she’s neat,” he teases, as he takes a sip of his drink.

  “Not what I’m focusing on at the moment.” Then it hits me, he was with her friend last night, “How did you go last night?” He shrugs his shoulders. “What does that mean?”