The Falling

by Jessie Jones

  Gillian sat in stunned silence as she listened to Patrick speak. She never would have guessed that the Irishman longed for a simple life. Patrick had even said that he wanted a wife and children. She, too, wanted those things but never dreamed that she could have them. Did John want the same things as Patrick? With a loud sigh, it didn't sound as though he did. Gillian had not been surprised to hear that John lived for his work. She had already made that assumption the moment she met the Brit. Men like John and Patrick didn't get to where they were without sacrificing their personal lives. Could her British lover even have a normal relationship?

  "What about you, lovey? Do you see marriage and kids in your future at any point?" Patrick asked, watching her demeanor. He could tell Gillian was deep in thought as he spoke. He could also see the confusion on her face. As his eyes lowered to her beautiful breasts, he shifted in his seat. He fought the urge to rub his tongue along the valley between the two peaks, especially after tasting her sweet pussy on his fingertips. Give it time, mate, he chastised himself, give it time.

  "I don't know. I mean, I would love to have a husband and children at some point, but honestly, I don't know what the future holds. I know you want a family, but does John?"

  "Absolutely," Patrick said without blinking an eye. "Johnny definitely wants a family. I'm just more open to sharing my feelings about it. You'll learn soon, sweetheart, that my mate has a very difficult time expressing how he feels with words. He often uses sex to deal with his problems. Plus, Johnny has some serious control issues."

  "Yeah, I already know about the control issues," Gillian sighed, thinking about their night in France. "Even though I don't like them, I can understand them. When you grow up fighting just to stay alive, it's hard to relinquish it. John doesn't seem like the only one with control issues, Patrick. You seem to have your own."

  Chuckling, the Irishman said, "Oh, I do, kitty, trust me. I do like to control a lot of things, sex being one of them, but it would be nice to talk about shit from time to time. Don't get me wrong; Johnny and I talk about our feelings, but he likes to push them aside and deal with them later, which, I might add, he never does. Johnny and I can communicate without words, though, have always been able to, so maybe words don't really matter."

  "How did you and John meet in the orphanage exactly?"

  Downing the rest of his Guinness, Patrick scooted closer to Gillian to slide under her blanket. He hid the smile that dared to play on his lips when he heard the catch in her breathing. Gillian was no good at hiding her feelings for him. "Well, I won't divulge all of the details, because they are not mine to tell, but I will give you the basics. It was late at night, and I couldn't sleep. I was up creeping around, trying to find something to eat, when I heard what I thought was an animal whimpering. When I reached the doors to the chapel, I saw a four-year-old Johnny, lying in a pool of his own blood, crying. I can't explain it, but I immediately went to him knowing if the priests caught me, I would join him on the floor. I did what my mother would have done for me in a moment like that. I just held him and sang a song my mum had taught me. I think that may have been Johnny's first hug. When he was ready, I helped him clean up the mess and stole us a couple cookies. We've been thick as thieves ever since."

  "Oh, Patrick," Gillian sighed sadly as she began to softly caress his masculine face. She could feel the unshed tears burning her eyes before one escaped and rolled down her cheek. "I'm so sorry, baby. I don't even know what to say."

  "Then don't say anything," the Irishman replied, closing his eyes a moment. This was the first time that someone other than John had ever shown him sympathy. "It was a long time ago, and John and I have dealt with the demons in our past. I would prefer you just leave it there."

  Understanding the complexity of his feelings, Gillian brushed away her own tears. "Okay, I can do that if that's what you want. You mentioned your mother, though; can I ask about her?"

  "Of course, you can." Patrick smiled fondly, thinking of his beautiful, delicate mother. "My father always told me that I looked just like my mum as a lad. Her name was Aidan, and she was simply stunning, looked just like an angel. She had the softest, bluest eyes and hair the color of wheat. Her voice was so melodic, even when she spoke. She and my father were piss poor farmers who didn't have two pennies to rub together, but they were very happily married. My father, Nolan, frequently told me that his life didn't begin until he met Mum. Right after I turned four, my mum gave birth to my baby sister. Charlotte was only a month old when she and my parents perished in a house fire. I don't even remember how I managed to get out. Before I could even mourn the loss, I was sent to the orphanage. My life went from pure happiness to a living hell all in one night."

  Knowing Patrick needed the intimate contact, Gillian wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close for a hug. The tears began falling down her face just as the Irishman's turquoise eyes met hers. Before she knew what was happening, Patrick slammed his mouth to hers in a consuming, passionate kiss. He deepened the kiss by bringing his tongue into play and crushing his body to hers. Gillian moaned when his hands began massaging her breasts under the shirt. He then laid her back and covered her body with his.

  Breaking the kiss, Patrick breathlessly said against her lips, "Damn, you taste so fucking good, Gillian." The Irishman then rubbed his enlarged, clothed dick against her core before running a tongue up her slender neck. At her ear, he whispered, "Let me inside of you, lovey. Let me fuck you."

  Gillian felt herself undulating her hips against Patrick as he feasted on her neck. She kneaded the muscles on his back before she placed kisses on his broad shoulder. The beautiful, ebony haired American arched her back when she felt him slide into her shorts and begin rubbing her clit. Gillian wanted him deep inside of her, and she wanted him now! Before she could beg him to take her, Gillian heard John's specific text tone pop up on her phone. She immediately tensed up and began to feel guilty for her actions with Patrick.

  "Patrick, please," Gillian pleaded softly as she tried pushing against his chest. "Patrick, we need to stop."

  Propping himself up so his groin was still intimately pressed against her, Patrick looked directly into her lust filled eyes as he asked, "Do you want me, Gillian?"

  Gillian was captivated by the Irishman's turquoise eyes and the feel of him against her. The hungry look in his eyes was the same look that John always gave her before they made love. "I do want you, Patrick," she softly responded as she reached out to stroke his masculine jaw. She could feel the tears spring to her eyes as she said, "But what about John? We've only done things with him present. I don't want to upset him, and I won't betray him. Also, Patrick…I…never mind."

  Seeing the emotion in her emerald eyes had Patrick kissing her softly on the lips. He then pulled himself off her and sat back on the couch, dragging her over on his lap. Pushing back the fallen strands of her silky black hair from her face, he asked, "What were you going to say, lovey? I want no secrets between us."

  Casting her eyes down to her fidgeting hands, Gillian didn't want to tell Patrick the truth. She did want him, more than she cared to admit, but not if she was only going to be sex to the Irishman. There was an attraction beyond sex that she had with Patrick, but she felt confused and she would not, and could not, hurt John. Truth was she didn't just want to be Patrick's whore.

  Sighing loudly, Patrick lifted Gillian's chin so she would look at him. "Sweetheart, we clearly need to talk." he began gently. "Let me start off by apologizing to you. I know I've been harsh with you, and I'm sorry for that. I've called you names and said things I shouldn't have. I was thinking that you and I could start all over again."

  "Thank you, Patrick. I would like that too," Gillian responded with a small smile. "I honestly didn't think that you even liked me. I mean…I know…you are sexually attracted to me, but I wanted you to see me as more than just sex."

  It's so much more than sex, Patrick screamed in his head, but to her, he asked calmly, "So, where do we go from here
?"

  "I-I don't know."

  Gillian's words fell into a moan as Patrick's mouth found her neck and his hand began to palm one large mound. He gently pushed her back on the couch before his mouth claimed hers in a passionate kiss. As he deepened the kiss and brought his tongue into play, Patrick hand slid into her shorts to begin playing with her swollen, engorged clit. When one slender digit slid into the entrance of her pussy, Gillian arched her back as he made slow, gentle strokes in and out of her pussy. Her breathing became more rapid as Patrick toyed with her and set up a steady rhythm.

  "P-Patrick, we c-can't—"

  "We can," he urged with a smile before biting at her bottom lip. "You're going to lie there and let me eat that beautiful cunt. I want you to come all over my tongue."

  Patrick then jerked the shirt she was wearing over her head before yanking off her shorts. His hand found his enormous, hard cock as he kissed a trail down her neck to her breasts. His tongue slowly circled her rose-colored nipples and sucked on the hard nubs as he continued to stroke her sloppy, wet pussy with his free hand. A smile touched the Irishman's handsome face when he heard a purr escape Gillian's throat and she pulled his head up to kiss his lips. Just because he could, Patrick withdrew his hand from her cunt to slap the mound painfully. He broke the kiss as she began to pout.

  "I forgot how you like to top from the bottom." Patrick smiled, hungrily licking his lips. "I can't let you do that just yet, lovey. You need to be taught who is in control." He then picked her underwear up off the floor before he tied her hands together. When her hungry, lust filled eyes met his, Patrick chuckled. "Such a dirty little slut. You like that, don't you? Let's see if you like this."

  Gillian gasped when Patrick jerked her up by her bound hands, turned her around, and slammed her back against his chest. He allowed his hands to roam down her sides, breasts, and stomach as she moaned and wiggled her bottom against his groin. In her ear, he hungrily whispered, "You and this body have plagued my dreams every night since meeting you in the club. I want to possess every single inch of it, Gillian, and you are going to let me." His hand then slid down her stomach to palm her neatly shaven pussy. He began to make long, slow circles around her engorged clit.

  Gillian's soft purrs and groans had Patrick's cock painfully throbbing in his pants. He could feel the sweat pouring down his chest and back. He wanted to fuck the hell out of her, but Patrick was trying to restrain himself. He could tell Gillian was uncomfortable with the thought of them fucking because she didn't want to hurt John. Truth be told, he didn't either, but at this moment, the only thing he could think of was sinking his dick into Gillian's warm, wet cunt. John would understand, wouldn't he?

  Gillian's body was on fire, and Patrick was driving her crazy. His mouth devoured her slender neck and shoulders as one hand plucked at her nipples and the other played with her clit. His fingers were now moving in a fast, circular motion that had her close to an orgasm. She fought to pull her hands free from the ties so she could touch Patrick, but he had bound them together tightly. Feeling herself on the edge of a release, Gillian cried out in frustration when the Irishman slowed his fingers and bit her ear lobe.

  "Please Patrick." Gillian heard herself beg in a husky, deep tone. "I need to cum. Please don't stop."

  A devilish, seductive grin played on Patrick's lips when he heard her pleas. "Is my little cat feeling frustrated?" he whispered at her ear before pulling the lobe again with his teeth. He then pulled his fingers from her dripping, wet cunt and brought them up to his lips. He licked the clear, salty liquid from his fingertips before placing the digits in her mouth to suck. As she sucked on his fingers, Patrick asked. "How can I help you Kitty? Tell me what you want."

  Gillian moaned and her head fell back in pleasure when Patrick's hand slid out of her mouth and back into her pussy. As he began to slowly manipulate her clit again she said. "I need to cum baby. Untie my hands. Let me touch you."

  "I can't untie your hands just yet sweetheart, but I can let you cum." The handsome Irishman replied, removing his hand once again. He then maneuvered Gillian's naked body with his and laid her over the arm of the couch. Patrick then took off his own pants before he spread her ass cheeks and rubbed his rock, hard dick in between the glistening, wet folds of her cunt. The precum from the head mixed with Gillian's juices as he rubbed it against her clit. Patrick then ran his lips and tongue down the curve of Gillian's spine toward her bottom. Pulling back only a moment, the Irishman got on his knees and spread her legs apart. His mouth watered a moment as he watched her delicious pussy pulse and contract with need and the juices run down her inner thighs. Gillian's cunt was beautiful, and he wanted a bite of the ripe peach. Licking his dry lips, Patrick ran his tongue up the wet, shimmering folds before his tongue and teeth found her clit.

  Gillian instinctually attempted to stand up at the pleasure Patrick was giving her, but the Irishman kept his hand on the small of her back as he devoured her pussy. The stunning, American doctor bucked against his face and panted as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive nub. She about came unglued with delightful sensations when Patrick added three fingers to the play and began moving them in and out of her core. As Patrick finger fucked her faster, Gillian felt her vaginal walls clench tightly against the slender digits before she exploded in his mouth. Feeling her legs almost collapse at the magnificent orgasm coursing through her body, Gillian cried out the Irishman's name as Patrick sucked and licked the juices from her pussy. Leaning back over the couch so she wouldn't fall, she allowed the handsome, golden Adonis to bury his face in her warmth and lick it dry. When the sensations began to subside, Patrick pulled her back up to his chest. He turned her head and mated his tongue with hers. Gillian felt heady at the taste of herself on his tongue.

  "Does my pussy feel better Kat?" Patrick asked huskily, hugging Gillian's body to his as his hands roamed the petal-soft, porcelain, skin.

  "Mmm, it does. It loves your mouth Patrick." Gillian again purred, turning around in his arms to face him. Her lips hungrily found his in a passionate kiss before her bound hands slid down his muscular stomach to his massive, erect cock. She fisted the hard flesh in her hands and stroked him as she deepened the kiss. Gillian broke the kiss to trail a path of kisses to his ear where she whispered. "Now that Kitten feels better, how about I take care of that wonderful cock of yours. Fuck my mouth Patrick, please."

  Patrick's turquoise eyes touched hers as a slow, sensual smile crossed his lips. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure when he pulled her nipples with his fingers urging her to follow him. Running a tongue across her bottom lip to silence her cries, Patrick walked backwards toward the couch. Releasing her nipples, he started to stroke his enormous dick as he relaxed his muscular frame back on the couch. He then motioned for Gillian to get on her knees in front of him. As she obeyed his command, Patrick was overcome with a wide range of emotions he had never felt before. The American was stunning, sexual, alluring, and…perfect. The Irishman wanted to own and control every inch of this woman, but did Gillian want that? Would John allow it?

  Gillian's throat went dry and her pussy began to weep with excitement again as she watched the precum oozing from the mushroom shaped head of Patrick's erection. The Irishman's dick was long like John's but not quite as thick. It was still amazing to look at and it almost appeared to bend and reach toward her as if attempting to put her under its spell. When she finally reached Patrick, the Irishman untied her hands before he pulled her up to slam his mouth down on hers. Feeling his cock lying between her large breasts, Gillian wrapped her tits around the gigantic erection and began to stroke it. Patrick immediately broke the kiss and his head fell back in pure, unadulterated pleasure at the intense sensations she was causing him. Aiding her movements, Patrick gripped her tits tighter together as he thrust his hips up and down.

  "Fuck yeah Kat. Just like that love." Patrick growled between clenched teeth when her hot, sweet mouth began sucking the tip of his dick each time he thrust his hips u
p. The Irishman felt his balls begin to tighten as his movements became faster and rougher. He fucked her tits and mouth with force before he felt the orgasm tear through him and shoot into her warm mouth. As Patrick bucked and jerked in total satisfaction, Gillian put a hand on his stomach and took the whole length of his cock into her mouth. When she began to ease her mouth up, he felt her sucking and swallowing every drop of his thick semen, milking it out of him. Patrick's softening cock fell from Gillian's plush lips with a pop and he watched in male gratification as she wiped a small drop of his seed off her lip and place it in her mouth to suck off her finger. Needing the contact, Patrick roughly pulled her up on his lap and crushed his mouth to hers. The two of them leisurely kissed and hugged a moment before he felt Gillian snuggle close to him.

  "Are you cold sweetheart?" he asked gently, stroking the ebony hair that now lay down her back. He was relaxed for the moment but with her wet pussy lying against his cock, he knew if wouldn't take long before he wanted her again.

  "Yes." Gillian replied softly before Patrick pulled the cover up and over them. She snuggled even closer against his warmth. She had enjoyed her time with the Irishman, maybe a little too much. Now that she could think clearly, was John going to be angry at her for messing around with Patrick?

  "Johnny won't be upset, love. We stayed within his boundaries," the Irishman said, reading her thoughts. He could feel the slight change in her body and knew where her thoughts had gone. Patrick heard Gillian mumble something softly in response as he felt her lay her head against his chest and go still. Enjoying just holding the remarkable American, he felt the moment she drifted off to sleep. Kissing her hair, Patrick felt his own eyes closing. They could both rest a moment before round two began.