by Rona Jameson
I raised a brow. “Oh, and why would that be?”
He smirked and shoved his shorts to the floor, stepping out of them. When he stood, his large masculine body was on display for my eyes only. His thighs were thick from the sports he played, and, as my eyes drifted upward, they suddenly snapped to his when I noticed the strength of another part of him.
“It’s all for you.” He moved forward, his penis hard and bobbing in front of him. “And I’m going to show you how much I belong to you.”
“You are?” I became nervous as he slid his hands into my bikini panties, slipping them to the floor. My bikini top followed, and then I was standing naked in front of him.
“You are so beautiful, Fallon.” He reached out and cupped me between my legs with a large hand, and stroked gently. “So beautiful.” His words whispered like a caress over my skin before he spread me out on the bed, his mouth going to my chest. He placed my arms over my head, and whispered, “Keep them there.” A quick kiss to my lips followed. He smirked when he pulled away and I tried to reach for him. “Those aren’t the lips I’m planning on kissing.” He winked
Moments later, I gasped when he spread my legs and kissed my mound. He touched me with his fingers and opened me up to his gaze.
“God,” he groaned. “You’re really wet and swollen.”
His mouth and fingers touched me in teasing strokes, which became firmer as he licked inside my tight vagina.
I groaned and writhed against his mouth, but his hands clamped on my hips so I couldn’t move. I couldn’t help my reaction as I arched up and came, flooding him with my release. My hands fisted the pillows above my head; Rogan never let up until he dropped his face to my belly, breathing hard.
“Fuck me, that was good,” he mumbled, crawling up my body, his large hands cupping my face. “You’re mine and I’m yours, Fallon.” He laughed and then his lips caressed mine, the kiss deepening.
He pressed against me, giving me his full weight and I clung to him.
“You feel so good, skin against skin.”
“Hmm,” he mumbled, settling down with his head resting on my chest. “I could stay here forever.”
The pleasure of being like this with him, without anyone else being in the house, was fun, but could get dangerous if someone decided to come home early. But I wanted to see him like this. See what no one else did. With me, like this, he was showing me his weakness, which I knew was me. He was mine too.
“I want to touch you,” I admitted while enjoying his caresses over my sensitive skin.
He paused before rolling onto his back, taking me with him. He put his hands behind his head and crossed his ankles, his eyes not moving from my face. “I’m all yours—” His voice cut off when I dragged my fingernails down his chest, continuing south.
“You were saying?”
“I can’t remember.”
He arched upward, and pressed his large shaft into my hand, as my lips hovered over a tight nipple lightly covered in hair. I flicked my tongue around each in turn. He shuddered beneath me, wetness leaking between us as his hips moved, creating friction.
Straddling his thighs, I wrapped my fingers around his penis. I ran my hands up and down his silky, solid erection. His breathing became heavier as I held his gaze and did what I’d caught him doing to himself in the shower. I smiled as he reacted to my strokes while I jerked him off.
His hips pumped into my palm, his hands fisted the bedding at his sides while sweat coated his brows. “I can’t last,” he panted.
I felt a blush cover my body when I tipped slightly forward and whispered, “Do boys really get off coming over a pair of breasts?”
His eyes widened in surprise and glanced at me breasts, and then we heard, “Fallon! Rogan! You two upstairs?”
My head swiveled toward the locked bedroom door and I felt Rogan’s penis thicken seconds before a warm wetness landed on my belly and hand. “Oh fuck!” Rogan hissed, his body arched, his breathing heavy.
Our eyes met.
I grinned, delighted with how his body had reacted to me.
“You get in the shower and I’ll quickly wash up in the sink and go downstairs.” I kissed him, trying not to show him how much I was panicking. “Go.”
The moment the shower turned on, I shouted to Mom, “Yes, we’re here. Rogan is in the shower, I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Okay.”
I watched Rogan leaning against the wall of the shower, his eyes on my body while I quickly washed up.
I blew him a kiss and left him to it.
Quickly dressing, I headed downstairs and found Mom getting the ingredients out to bake brownies. “Do you want some help?”
Mom smiled. “I’d really enjoy that. It’s been a long time since you had any interest in the kitchen.”
“Yeah, well, um, considering my last attempt, do you honestly blame me?” My last attempt had set the fire alarm off.
Mom chuckled. “I understand.” Mom passed me an apron and asked, “What have you and Rogan been up to?”
A shiver ran over me remembering what we’d been up to, but I shook it off. “We went to the river for a short while, and then Amber showed up and annoyed me. She’s so rude.”
“She’s your brother’s girlfriend, so try and be nice to her.”
“She is not his girlfriend,” I snapped, and realized it was Mom I was talking to. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. He’s taking her to prom, that’s it. Don’t be getting any ideas.”
Mom gave me a weird kind of look. “Uncle Frank has found an apartment, so he’ll be moving out tomorrow. Everything will be able to get back to normal then.” Mom measured out the flour, always doing the dry ingredients first. “I bet you can’t wait to have your room back to yourself.”
“That would be good.”
I didn’t want Rogan to ever have his room back because that meant no more sharing. No more fooling around. The way Mom told me was as if she knew something was going on between us. But how could she know?
Mom carried on completely oblivious to the thoughts running through my mind, or then again, maybe she did know what I was thinking.
“It isn’t right that you spend all your time with Rogan, and him with you. You both have your own friends, that’s who you should be hanging around with.” She shook her head. “I understand you’re only thirteen months apart, and have grown up together, but you both need to venture out, away from each other. It isn’t healthy, and people have noticed.”
I dropped the sugar, making a mess. “I’ll get the broom.” Cleaning it up, I asked, “Noticed what?”
“How you both are always together.” She frowned. “There’s nothing, um, well”—Mom sighed and gave a false laugh—“between you both.” She waved her hands around looking relieved she’d gotten the words out.
“Mom, what the hell?” Rogan came to my rescue. “Not this again.” He slung his arm around my shoulders, not really helping the situation. “I love Fallon, and if some neighbors want to gossip, then let them. There is nothing wrong with us spending time together. We’ve grown up as best friends. People are jealous.” Grinning, he leaned forward. “Brownies?”
“Yes.” Mom glanced between the two of us. “I actually told your dad that others were jealous because their kids don’t get along. I mean I know you two have had your differences, but, I guess I shouldn’t be complaining that you’re best friends.”
Slipping out from under Rogan’s arm, I wrapped myself around Mom. “I love you, Mom, and wherever I am in this world, I always will. I also love Rogan, and no matter who says what, that won’t ever change. He’s part of me.” Those words were true but just had a different meaning to the two people who were listening.
“I love you both.”
Rogan moved closer and hugged us both before placing a big, wet kiss, first to Mom’s face, and then to mine. He grinned and shoved an apple into his mouth. “I’m going to watch the game with Dad.” He winked and Mom and I laughed.
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�I’ll enjoy that,” Dad said, walking into the kitchen. “It’s been a while.”
“Hmm,” Rogan drawled. “We watch the game while the women make us brownies.” He rubbed his belly, grinning. “I like that idea.” He burst out laughing.
“We’ll clean up,” Dad offered, shutting Rogan up with a wince. “Before the game starts, I wanted to ask about prom.” Dad glanced between the two of us. “I’ve heard there is a party you intend on going to, and staying until morning.” He sighed. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, but your mom has persuaded me to let you both go. You only get one prom.” He paused and glanced at me, and I knew it was because my senior prom was next year. “I’m going to trust you both to behave.” He hesitated. “Just know that if you need me to come and get either of you, no matter the time, I will.”
Swallowing hard, I threw myself into Dad’s arms. “I love you, and thank you.”
He kissed the top of my head and grabbed Rogan by the shoulder. “The game awaits, Son.”
Mom sighed. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Let’s finish these brownies.”
22
Rogan
Three days since Uncle Frank moved out.
Three days since I’d been back in my bedroom.
Three days since I’d last had Fallon in my arms.
I wasn’t sure either of us knew what we were doing being together, but it was something I craved.
My desire for her was wrong and forbidden. I didn’t know what would really happen if we were discovered. I didn’t want to know.
Softly closing Fallon’s bedroom door, my eyes adjusted to the fairly darkened room. Moonlight entered through a crack in the curtains that made it possible for me to focus on the girl I was in love with. My eyes stayed on her as I pulled the covers back and slid in beside her, knowing I’d do anything to be able to keep her with me always.
Immediately, she was in my arms, a leg curled over my hip and an arm around my waist as she snuggled deeper.
Until I felt lips brush against my neck, I thought she was asleep. My hands slipped to her gorgeous bottom and squeezed, the lips on my neck curling into a smile when I did.
“I knew you’d come to me,” Fallon whispered, her body warming to mine.
“I thought Mom was never going to bed.” I paused and listened. “Then as I was creeping down the hallway, I half expected her to come back out of the bedroom.”
“She isn’t usually up so late.”
“I know.” I kissed Fallon on the lips and smiled softly when she followed my lips as I pulled back.
Rolling us so that Fallon was flat on her back, I quickly removed her shorts and shirt. The sight of her spread out and naked caused my heart to pound and all my blood to race into my dick.
We were both as innocent as the other and the knowledge of that excited me. Her touch on my skin was gentle and almost hesitant at first, even though we’d already been naked together.
Her eyes were heated as her hands caressed through the hair on my chest. My belly quivered and I was afraid I’d lose control when one of her hands slipped down, tangling in the hair below my belly button.
She teased me wickedly; her fingers trailed a blaze of heat back and forth along the low waistband of my shorts.
I hissed between my teeth when her hand slipped into my shorts, and sent them down my legs.
Amusement spread over her face when I groaned, struggling for control.
“We’re teenagers, exploring each other and every time we touch, it feels like the first time, Rogan.”
“I feel the same way.”
She smiled softly. “Then will you make me feel good?”
I hid my face in the crook of her neck, and reached between us. I clamped my teeth together and moved our lower bodies closer.
Fallon sighed in pleasure, her hands on my back making sure I didn’t go anywhere. Not that I would.
My body tingled as sensation ran through me at the feel of Fallon running her hands all over me, her fingernails biting into my butt.
“When?” she whispered, her gaze holding mine.
I didn’t even need to ask what she meant.
“Not at the house.”
She searched my face and knew I was serious, her smile fading.
I cupped her face. “I want you, Fallon. I’m desperate to make real love to you.”
“Really?”
I chuckled. “You’re asking me when we’re together like we are?” I shook my head, amused. “Yes, really.” I dropped my face into the crook of her neck, moaning as she moved against me.
It didn’t take long for the passion to explode between us, her pussy lips opened and wrapped around my erection. Her excitement coated me as I rocked my hips, pressing between her thighs. Not moments later I found the excitement of being with Fallon too much and I came all over her mound and belly. I trembled when I felt Fallon come, soaking my balls in her pleasure. Gasping for breath, I climbed from the bed and grabbed a towel from the bathroom to clean us up. I then tucked us both under her quilt.
Becoming serious, Fallon held my gaze and said, “I hate sneaking around, Rogan. We love each other and shouldn’t have to hide it from others.”
“I wish we didn’t have to, Fallon. I’m neither ashamed nor embarrassed at what we’re doing, even though I think I should be. I love you, and will sneak around forever if it means being with you.”
“What if you meet someone else at college?” Tears formed on her lashes. “Someone who you can be with out in the open. It would destroy me.”
Fear suddenly wrapped itself around me as tightly as I wrapped myself around her. “I promise there will never be another for me. It’s you or no one, Fallon.” I kissed her forehead and held my lips there, whispering against her skin, “It will always be you.”
“You’re the only one I want,” she mumbled, slipping into sleep.
I laid awake for a long time.
23
Fallon
Prom was upon us and I wanted to kill Rogan for agreeing to my stupid idea of keeping his date with Amber. We hadn’t discussed it since, which we should have because I was eaten up with jealousy. Over the past few days, we’d stolen kisses when we’d been able to, but everything else had been pretty tame after the night we’d slept nude together. We were playing with fire and I was afraid we were going to get caught. Maybe Mom didn’t exactly believe what we’d said, and she was watching. I just didn’t know what to think.
Walking out of the bathroom in my robe, I heard a throat being cleared, and Rogan cursed lightly under his breath. I turned my smile to him, and caught my breath, my eyes roaming over his muscular form in a suit.
“So handsome. I can’t wait for you to see me in my dress.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re going to prom with Chase,” he growled.
“I might be, but it was you who inspired my choice.” Grinning, I grabbed the black dress bag and disappeared into the bathroom.
He had no clue what he’d unleashed along with my love. I’d discovered that I had a jealous streak a mile long. Tonight was going to be difficult to get through without giving us both away with Rogan parading around with Amber on his arm. I might be going with Chase, but it was Rogan who my heart was going to be with.
Slipping into my lacy underwear, I unzipped the bag and pulled the gown from the hanger, and stepped into it. The soft material was red and went well with my tanned skin and dark hair. I pulled the material up my body and managed to find the right straps to push my arms through. I couldn’t do the zipper myself so I’d ask Rogan. The dress was fitted to my curves with a diamond shape cut out between my breasts, giving everyone a teasing glimpse of the goods.
“Fallon, we need to go.”
Taking a deep breath, I opened the bathroom door and heard Rogan gasp when he looked toward me. His eyes caressed over every part of me until he finally met my gaze. He swallowed hard before he spoke. “You look beautiful.”
He moved closer to where I was frozen in place. “Bu
t I think you need zipping up.”
Smiling, he fastened my dress, his hands lingering on my body while his eyes strayed to my chest.
“I’m going to kill anyone who looks at you.”
“You’re going to behave just like I am when I see her with her hands on you.”
He gently cupped the back of my head and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Just remember it’s you who I love, and it’s you I’m going to be sleeping with tonight.” He brushed another kiss over my cheekbone and then took my hand.
Downstairs, Mom was fluttering around us with a camera in her hand while Dad stayed seated in the armchair.
“Mom.” Rogan got her attention. “Take our picture before the others get here.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, bringing me into his body. I wrapped my arms around his waist and settled against him, smiling as Mom took a million pictures.
“I’ll get some with your friends, who I think have arrived.”
Sighing, I pulled away and greeted Julia, who was going with Leon, and then Chase and Amber walked in behind them. Chase and Amber lived next door to each other, which was why Rogan hadn’t picked her up. He’d pointed out that Chase had technically agreed, so he could bring her. She hadn’t been happy, and I wished I could accidentally, on purpose, stand on Amber’s foot in my red high heel.
“You are up to something,” Rogan whispered before turning away to greet Amber when he couldn’t avoid it any longer.
“He looks like he’s about to be hanged or something,” Julia commented, her eyes focused on the awkwardness of Rogan.
While Mom fussed around snapping pictures, I let my eyes trail over Rogan in his suit. His navy blue slacks clung to his thighs and the white dress shirt brought out his tan. He looked good enough to eat, and I wasn’t the only one to notice.
Amber trailed her hands over the front of his jacket, which Rogan soon put a stop to.
“Let’s get the group photo so we can go and get this over with,” he grouched.