I relaxed against him, releasing the breath I’d been holding as the friction between us gave way to pleasure. We stayed like that for a while, kissing and rocking against each other, and sharing little smiles. After a while, I sank my nails into his skin, getting him to look up at me.
“Sean… are you holding back on me?” I asked, and he stopped moving to give me a sheepish grin.
“I’m trying not to hurt you… seemed like you were having a hard time in the beginning.”
I smiled, then glided my nails over his chest, up to his ears. “In the beginning, yes. And now… I need you to let loose. Fuck me. Faster. Harder. Knock down some walls… I mean, unless you were just talking shit?”
Sean lifted an eyebrow at me, then shook his head as he chuckled. “Oh, so it’s like that, huh? You’re calling me out?” His hands moved to my thighs, propping them against his hips, urging me to thread my legs around his. “Alright. After this, you tell me if I was talking shit or not.”
And then he obliged my request.
He buried himself, pumping into me with deep, plunging strokes that snatched my breath away. I clawed the ground, searching for something to hold on to but the rug was too short to grip. “Aaaaaah-ahhhhh,” escaped my mouth over and over as he pounded into me, wrapping his arms around my waist to hold me still as I tried to move away from the feeling. There was no pain, just overwhelming pleasure – more than my body could take.
“S-S-S-Sean, stop,” I begged, clasping my arms around his neck for something to hold onto. “Please, I can’t… I can’t…”
“Can’t what, baby?” He grinned down at me, but didn’t stop, even when my legs were too weak to hold around his waist. “You really want me to stop?”
“I… I…”
“Answer, Fallon,” he grunted in my ear, still moving, still making me feel like I might implode from sheer pleasure. “Do. You. Want. Me. To. Stop?”
“No!” I shrieked, as he made a slight shift in his position that seemed to take him even deeper than before. His balls smacked against me, and he groaned in my ear as he tightened his grip on my waist.
He sucked and bit my neck, then brought his mouth up to my ear. “I didn’t think so. You feel so fucking good,” he growled, plunging deep and then staying there, rocking against me in circles without pulling out. “Tell me this is good for you too.”
“Yessss,” I moaned, digging my fingers into his shoulders.
“You still want me to stop?”
“No, please.”
“You sure?”
“Yes!”
“Shit,” he muttered, rasping for breath as I clenched around him. “Tell me you don’t want me to stop.”
“Never stop,” I gasped, my eyes stinging with tears of bliss. I pressed my face against his shoulder, moaning my pleasure as our bodies, slick with sweat, moved together, filling the room with the smack of skin against skin. “Never, never, never stop.”
And I meant that shit. He was in me so deep I didn’t want to know what it would feel like without him. The sweet friction of his dick inside me felt almost as vital as the oxygen pumping through my racing heart, and I really, really, really never wanted him to stop. The pressure from before came back, heavier and more intense, smothering and sustaining me, making me lightheaded and dizzy as my face grew wet with tears.
Sean’s mouth crashed onto mine as he burrowed into me. I screamed when I came, but the sound was lost in our tongues as we kissed. A few moments later, he slammed into me with a final grunt, and we both lay there afterwards, spent.
We fell apart to catch our breath, but stayed close enough to touch. After about a minute had passed, Sean moved beside me, and reached to turn my face toward his. Once he kissed me, we couldn’t stop. I don’t know how long we lay there on the rug, in front of the smoldering fire, savoring each other with kisses while we basked in the triumph of amazing sex.
Later, after we’d finally gathered the strength to get up, shower, and have a snack since we’d worked so hard, we laid together in his bed, not really saying anything. Not that I had anything pressing to say, but I was certainly feeling plenty. Satisfied, happy, excited for what could be… and immensely scared of having my heart broken again.
My feelings for Sean had progressed so quickly… faster than it seemed wise to allow. But where had taking things slow with Ray gotten me? Three years of time invested, and it ended with nothing. So… who was the arbiter of feelings between two people? Who decided what was too fast, or not fast enough? Obviously, I wasn’t the best judge for myself. I could only go by how I felt.
And right now, in Sean’s arms, with the soft sounds of his breath filling the room as he dozed off… I felt good.
Ten.
“Wake up sleepy. You promised me breakfast.”
Even though I was already awake, I kept my eyes closed, fighting a smile as Fallon climbed onto the bed next to me. Two weeks had gone by since our weekend at the lake, and she and I had quickly settled into a routine of who was staying overnight where. When both of us were on the same page, it maximized the chances of our schedules fitting together, and that was important – really important – to both of us.
Because we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves.
Fallon and I had been getting it in – and I mean really getting it in since that first time. Every free opportunity we had, any little privacy we could get, I was in there. Sex with Fallon was like… the last bite of your favorite meal. Good every time, but never quite enough. You always felt the need for a little more. But the crazy thing was, I couldn’t get enough of Fallon, period. Not only the sex.
Just… her.
Obviously, we’d done more with our time than just practicing making babies. We talked, watched movies, and chilled too. And, this morning, she was right. I had promised her breakfast. After last night, when she’d dropped to her knees in front of me, still in her work clothes, still wearing her heels, and given me head until her eyes watered, dripping mascara down her face… and then climbed on top of me and ridden me like it was going to be her last ride. The least I could do was take her out for pancakes.
“I know you’re not still asleep fool,” she giggled, pushing on my shoulder to get me to roll onto my back. “What’s wrong? I put it on you too good last night? Now you don’t want to wake up?”
I cracked open one eye, looking up at her. I was on my back, and she was straddling my lap, wearing nothing but the Keahi Renovation & Construction tee shirt I’d worn to her house the night before. Her thick, kinky hair was pulled into a big puff on top of her head, and she was fresh-faced and gorgeous. Perfect.
“Hey… I am man enough to admit being completely okay with my girl putting me to sleep.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “… Your girl? Is that what I am?”
Wait. Ummm…
I really didn’t even mean to say that shit out loud. I wasn’t even the one who started referring to Fallon that way – Carter and Nixon and Roman had. When they asked about “my girl”, I knew they were referring to Fallon, so I responded accordingly. Somehow, that designation for her had worked its way into my mind as her formal title. And it would be dishonest of me to pretend to be bothered by it. But I knew we were moving a little too fast.
“Is that what you wanna be?”
She sat back on her heels, head tipped to the side as if she was considering it. “I… I think I shouldn’t have asked,” she laughed. “I mean, I don’t think either of us is silly enough to consider us just friends, but… I liked that we were undefined. No pressure. Just us… doing what felt natural.”
“And this…” – I opened both of my eyes, and pointed between us – “this is what feels natural to you?”
She nodded. “Absolutely. I know you care for me Sean, and I care for you. I think we can continue to do that without a title, even with the understanding that I’m not… caring for anybody else, while I’m caring for you. If you get my drift.”
“I do.” I smiled, as I slid my hands up
her thighs, caressing the soft flesh. “You’re saying you don’t wanna be my girl.”
Fallon wrinkled her nose. “No, I’m not. I mean, really, we both know the deal, Sean. I just… I’m feeling a little trigger shy about putting a name to it. I hope you’re not offended by that.”
“Hell no.”
And that was the truth. If she didn’t want any official titles right now, that was cool with me. I understood being wary of jumping right into something too, so I wasn’t going to trip about it. Not when I was a little concerned my damned self about how fast my feelings for her were progressing. I mean… yeah, when you were interested in someone, you should want to be around them all the time, they should always be at the back of your mind, you should feel good around them. But my should want, should always, should feel levels were through the roof when it came to Fallon, and I really didn’t want another Olivia situation on my hands.
That wasn’t a concern quite yet though. I really, really liked Fallon, but we were laid back. Relaxed, as she’d said. If we could keep it right in this sweet spot, everything would be good with us.
“Fal, I will call you by whatever title you want to be called, okay?”
Her mouth tipped into a smile, eyes glittering with amusement. “Whatever title?”
“Dammit, Fallo—”
“Queen Fallon could work for me.”
“Fa—”
“Or what does that white boy on your crew call me? Chocolate Goddess of the Universe?”
“Scott calls you what?”
“Ooooh, maybe Goddamn Baby, What Are You Tryna Do to Me? I had you calling me that a lot last night.”
“Aiight, I see I’ve been going too easy on you. I’m going to have to break you in again, since you forgot.”
She grinned, then leaned forward over me, the minty-coolness of the toothpaste on her breath tickling my lips. “Ain’t nobody scared of you.” Fallon shrieked with laughter as I flipped her over, then positioned myself on top of her, between her legs. “Wait, wait, wait!” she squealed, wiggling away from me as I pressed my dick against her opening. “After breakfast. I’m starving.”
“Yeah, sure,” I chuckled, letting go of my grip on her legs, then climbing out of the bed. “If by starving you mean remembering that you had to hobble around the house for the rest of the weekend after that night at the lake.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” she yelled through the closed bathroom door as I peed, then washed my hands and plucked my toothbrush from its place on her sink. I froze for a second, thinking about that. I had a toothbrush and other toiletries at her house – she had the same things at mine. And I didn’t even really remember it happening.
I shrugged, then pulled the door open to glance out before grabbing the toothpaste. “Are you gonna get dressed?” I asked, smiling at her position on the bed. She was still on her back, arms spread wide, knees in the air as she stared up at the ceiling. Her bare ass peeked from underneath my shirt.
At the sound of my voice, she sat up, tucking her feet under her. “I guess I probably should, huh?”
“If you want to make it to Stacks before they close…”
She frowned. “And miss those pancakes? Hell no.”
I chuckled as she climbed out of bed, humming the Stacks jingle under her breath as she went into her closet. That had been one of the last projects we did before the house was finished – building out a huge walk-in closet for her. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, and to my surprise, she actually had on clothes by the time I came out of the bathroom to grab a shirt and jeans from my bag. While I got dressed, I watched her brush the edges of her hair and put on a light layer of makeup. A few minutes later, we were climbing in the truck to go have breakfast.
“So… would I be wearing out my favors too early if I ask you to fix something at the store for me?”
I grabbed Fallon’s hand as we left the restaurant, guiding her away from where I’d parked, and going instead in the direction of her store. “Nah, tell me what you’ve got.”
“Well, the hinges on one of the fitting room doors is messed up, and the store has been getting busier and busier, so I need all of those rooms in working order.”
“Easy fix, beautiful. Let’s go look at it now.”
The restaurant wasn’t far from where Scantilily was located, so it didn’t take us long to get there. Fallon grinned at the reaction I got from her customers and staff as she escorted me to the back of the store, where the fitting rooms were located.
She led me to the very last one and directed me inside, where she showed me how the door groaned and creaked when it opened and closed, and pointed out how rough the movement was.
“Do you have any tools here?” I asked, and she nodded, telling me to wait for her. She went to grab them, and a few minutes later, she came back holding a passable travel toolkit in her hands. While I worked on the hinge, she left again to talk to her staff, and by the time she came back, I had an answer. “The pin is bent,” I said, showing her the bevel on the hinge was getting caught. “You just need a new one. I can replace it for you, no problem. I do wonder how the hell something like that would happen though. Was somebody swinging on this door or something?”
Fallon shook her head. “We did have to remove a set of girls who were in here last week. Came in for a pre-bachelorette thing, drunk out of their minds and acting a damn fool. It wouldn’t surprise me at all to find out they’d been treating my fitting room like a playground.”
“Wow.”
“Wow, indeed,” Fallon said, easing the door closed, and locking it behind her. “You know, the way these rooms are made, with full closure, no space under the door… a person could really do… anything in a room like this. Especially in this one, with it being tucked away back here.” Fallon bit her lip as she approached me, then slid her hands up my stomach, over my chest, then down my arms.
“What are you doing, Fal?”
She looked up at me, with an innocent smile that contradicted the fact that she was unbuckling my belt. “Well… it is after breakfast now, right?”
I lifted an eyebrow. “It is.”
“Mm.” she slid her hands into my boxers, wrapping her fingers around me. I was hard enough to break something the moment I felt the soft touch of her skin. “And I did say anywhere… right?”
I groaned as she released her grip on me, then pushed my jeans and boxers down my hips. “Was this a setup?”
She shook her head. “Nope. Just… a happy coincidence.” She grinned, then reached into the pocket of the long, flowy skirt she wore and pulled out something that I quickly realized was her panties. She draped them over my face, and by the time I pulled them away, she was holding up something else.
A condom.
She giggled when I snatched her up, pressing her back against the wall and draping her legs around my waist. I awkwardly sheathed myself in the condom while keeping her up, and those giggles died on her lips when I pressed into her.
Goddamn.
That was becoming my standard reaction to being inside of Fallon. She was hot, and tight, and always so impossibly wet it didn’t even make sense. I eased into her a little at a time, with easy, unhurried strokes, going a little deeper with every move. She gasped when I made the last stroke, the one that took me as deep as I could go, then let out a low, throaty moan that sounded exactly how I felt.
Blissful.
“You feel so damned good,” I mumbled in her ear, then dropped my mouth to her neck as I buried myself in her. She had her mouth hanging open, panting as I stroked her, looking sexy beyond belief. I moved down to her breasts, sucking her nipple into my mouth through the thin, silky fabric of her shirt.
Her hands came up to the back of my head to push me away. “Sean, you’re going to leave a wet spot on my shirt. Somebody might see…”
“Not my problem.” I moved to the other nipple and did the same thing, and she pressed her fingers against my scalp as she gasped. “You’re the one who st
arted this. Gotta accept the consequences.”
I came back up, plunging my tongue into her mouth as I hooked her leg over my arm, hiking it up so I could get deeper inside of her. Her scream was muffled by our kiss, but the little gush of wetness I felt next let me know she definitely liked it. She wrapped her arms over my shoulders and pressed her face to my neck, kissing and biting her way up to my ear, each movement of hers punctuated by whimpers as I stroked her.
“Sean,” she gasped against my ear. “This is too much. You’re too deep, I can’t—”
“Does it hurt?” I asked, not letting up. “Or does it feel good?”
“Too good,” she whined. “I can’t—”
“No such thing as too good, baby.” I hooked my arm under her other leg and drove into her harder, deeper, faster, kissing her to stifle another cry of bliss. Her thighs trembled as I pressed her into the wall, burying myself as deep into her as I could get.
Fallon sighed as I pulled away a little. I wanted to see her eyes half-closed because she was too weak with pleasure to keep them open. See her lips parted as she gasped for the breath I took away with every upward stroke. I wanted to watch her breasts bob up and down, see her nipples move in little circles as I slammed into her. I’d told her before that she was beautiful everywhere, and I really wanted to see my dick plunging over and over in that pretty pussy of hers.
Satisfaction swept over me when her body went tense, and she dug her nails deeper into my shoulders. I barely got my mouth down to hers in time to swallow her scream as she came, her body clenching around me to milk me until I exploded too, with a deep, raspy groan against her ear.
“Seeeannn,” she moaned, after we’d panted against each other for what had to be a full five minutes. I was still inside of her, still hard, and I still had her pressed against the wall. Slowly, I let her legs down, and she looked up at me with a lazy smile as I helped her balance. “That was… hell yes,” she finished, bringing her hands up to my face to pull me down into a kiss.
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