He sprang free, and I looked up at him and smiled, before taking him in my hand and running my tongue over the tip. He didn’t move as he watched me take his cock in my mouth. It wasn’t until his crown nudged the back of my throat that his hands tangled in my hair. But he was so gentle, not pulling or guiding, just content to have some contact with me while I moved my hand up and down the shaft of his cock, and licked and sucked in its wake. His fingers dug into my scalp briefly and his cock twitched. I was thoroughly enjoying myself when he reached under my chin and tilted my head back, withdrawing from my mouth and shaking his head. I leaned back on my elbows and tilted my head, my brows raised. “No?”
Without warning he gripped the backs of my knees and tipped me onto my back, tugging my shoes from my feet and reaching for the waistband of my leggings.
He peeled them from me in one smooth movement, discarding them without looking and lifting my right foot to his lips. The brush of his stubble on the sole sent shivers up my body. He followed them, kissing my ankle, and up the inside of my leg to the knee. I watched his progress while he’d watched me, my pulse racing in anticipation as he made his way closer and closer to where I needed him. But he was taking his time, and I was aching for more than his lips.
I couldn’t contain it. I needed more. I placed my foot on his shoulder and pushed him back. “Don’t. Please, I can’t… I need you.”
His eyes narrowed and he lowered my leg, letting his gaze travel from my face to my chest and down. Instinctively, I closed my legs. He gently opened them and knelt on the floor, tugging me toward him. He was done taking his time, running his tongue along my pussy and sucking on my already engorged clit.
With both hands over my head, I gripped the sheets, while pressing my lips together and closing my eyes against the flood of sensations tearing through my body. Every frustration I’d felt the previous few days, all the tension that had been building with every little touch of his hand, burst through my veins in an explosion of tingles that left me trembling in their wake.
Fallon kissed his way up my stomach, his hands brushing along the curves of my hips and waist until he pushed my shirt high enough to expose my breasts. Freeing each from the confines of my bra, he cupped them, rubbing my nipples between his finger and thumb.
I gasped at the sensation, then moaned when he released them, pulling me up by my hands.
Stripping my shirt over my head, then unclasping my bra, he bent his head to kiss me, and pulled me to sit astride him.
He wanted me on top? That was okay with me.
I settled over his cock and sighed at the feel of him filling me up, then I was muted by his mouth on mine. He kissed me as though he would die if he didn’t. As though I was the only thing keeping him alive, and I ground against him, forcing his cock deeper and deeper until I was balanced on the cusp of pleasure and pain. His hands were in my hair, guiding my head back as I moved my hips, with my back arched, my tits on his face, and his mouth sucking my nipples when the orgasm racked my body. My pussy clenched around him, and he released my hair, taking my hips and thrusting himself deeper.
He was close, I felt him twitch, and I reached between us to massage my clit. Then his hand nudged mine away and his thumb replaced my fingers, leaving my hands free to grasp my tits as I rode out another orgasm.
“Fallon,” I moaned.
I hadn’t meant to say his name. I’d tried not to make a sound at all, but failed miserably. It was enough to tip him over, and he held my hips as he thrust his upward.
I couldn’t move, could only tilt my head back while I caught my breath. “Fuck, I tried to be quieter. I’m sorry.”
When I opened my eyes and looked down at him, he was looking at me with a huge grin on his face. He didn’t care, he’d enjoyed himself.
“Yeah. Me too.”
His shoulders shook with silent laughter as he tugged me down so he could kiss me. It was the most wonderful sight, and he guided me to lay by his side, with his arm under my head, and his hand stroking up and down my bare stomach as we came down from the high we were both on.
When we had finally calmed, I visited a bathroom just off to the left of the bed, and while I was in there he straightened the bed and settled between the sheets, waiting for me.
I joined him, opting to sleep naked like him, and cuddled into his shoulder.
“Still not weird?” I asked, looking up at his face.
He kissed my forehead and I yawned.
He kissed both my eyes, encouraging me to close them, and held me close.
Chapter 22
I knew I hadn’t been asleep long and I didn’t know what woke me.
It wasn’t Fallon, even asleep he was silent. I watched him for a while, studying his face and wondering what his voice sounded like. I’d heard the occasional deep hum in his chest, but nothing to tell me what he actually sounded like. That had me wondering why he didn’t speak. I knew there was something awful behind it, he’d suffered something that stopped him from speaking, and while the thought of it made me sad, I wanted to know what it was and who was responsible.
He turned over, lying flat on his back, and I slid from the bed. Slipping on my sneakers, I walked around the bed to take the chest he’d offered earlier, before glancing back to him and heading to the door. By the time I’d opened it, I was wrapped in a robe I’d used the shoes to create. I moved silently into his living room.
There was enough light from the moon filtering through the window for me to see by, and I opened the little chest to find a few rolled pieces of parchment, an ink bottle, and a quill.
It was hard work, but I managed to scratch out a brief message that was just about legible. Then I replaced the items in the chest and slipped out of Fallon’s rooms.
“Ella, why are you up?”
Remi’s voice echoed up the staircase and I pressed my finger to my lips as I hurried down the stairwell. He was standing by the doors, wearing what looked like a new leather jacket, and his hair was neatly combed.
I smiled, hurrying across the reception hall to him. “I couldn’t sleep. Is there someone that can deliver this message for me?”
He took the folded paper from me and studied it. “South?”
I shook my head. “North.”
He looked thoughtful, then frowned and nodded his head. “I shall deliver it personally.”
I lay my hand on his arm. “It’s important, Remi. I wouldn’t ask otherwise,” I assured him.
He looked down at my hand and smiled. “I know. I should be back by dawn.”
And he left.
I stood in the hall for a few minutes, listening to the silence, before eventually climbing the stairs.
I wasn’t nearly tired enough, so rather than return to Fallon’s room, I made my way to the room below.
It was empty, but that was what I wanted. Focusing on the center of the room, I pictured what I needed and smiled to myself when the silver pole formed from floor to ceiling. Out of habit, I stepped forward and tested it, but it didn’t move an inch.
My robe transformed to a black lycra shorts and crop top set, and I gripped the pole, swinging my body around it. My right leg bent, catching the solid steel to slow my momentum, and I allowed my left leg to swing out, sliding effortlessly down until I reached the floor.
I’d missed it, the feel of my muscles working to keep my body stable, to keep me on the pole. I hadn’t danced in so long, at least it felt like a long time.
Enjoying the feel of the metal beneath my fingers, I reached higher, gripped tighter and, ensuring my shoulders were level, I rose, walking on the tips of my toes around the pole. I wasn’t aware of it at first, thinking it was in my head, but music filled the room. I stopped, my feet at the base of the pole, and gripped with both hands, then bent my body to the side. The pull was perfect, my muscles stretching out, and I repeated the action on the other side. Losing myself in the routine of my stretches, I allowed the music to take me. Grabbing the pole in both hands I bent back, following t
he length of the bar all the way to the floor, controlling the slide with my hands. A back roll brought my legs up and I wrapped them around the pole, then rolled away.
With a swing of my head and a bend of my body I was up, grasping the pole again. Three steps, my arms high, I swung myself up, the curve of my waist allowing me to glide around the solid steel pillar. My body gave me the momentum I needed to turn around the pole, and I effortlessly turned myself so that my legs moved up and over my head. Using my thigh, I spun down the pole, allowing myself to reach the ground. Then I pushed up with my hands, raising my head, to see Fallon standing by the door.
He looked up and down the pole and cocked his head.
I smiled. “This is how I make money. At home, I mean. I dance, guys pay me money.”
He patted where his pockets should have been, but he was wearing nothing but his underwear, and he raised his hands and shrugged.
I rolled my eyes and smirked. “I guess you can have a free show,” I teased. “I’m not tired. A little exercise should help.”
He leaned his back against the door and nodded once.
“I sent Remi north,” I said, looking up the pole and rising onto my toes. “I don’t want a full-scale war. If I can limit the damage…”
He crossed the room and placed a finger on my lips, and I dropped back down, my feet flat on the floor.
“I can’t not worry.”
He kissed me, his lips soft and warm, and I relaxed. Then he backed up and gestured to the pole before returning to the door.
The music was still playing and Fallon was waiting. With nothing else to take my mind off everything, I began my routine again.
Dancing did little to ease my concerns. I had hours to kill. I wouldn’t know until tomorrow whether or not I’d made a huge mistake.
Continued…
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