Falling for Dr. Knight: A Falling Novel

by DL Gallie

  She cups my balls and continues to suck on my shaft. Our eyes locked on one another as she blows my mind with her blowjob skills. My balls tighten and then I come. I come like I’ve never come before. Cress sucks and swallows every last drop. When my cock pops out of her mouth, she wipes the corner of her lips. She leans down and ever so lightly brushes her breasts against my skin. Placing a quick kiss on my lips, she hops off the bed and walks to my en suite. I take the time to appreciate her gloriously naked ass and legs, they are perfect in every way. This ass man is very happy.

  She grips the doorframe and looks at me over her shoulder, “I’ll have a coffee, black, one sugar, please.” She steps into the bathroom and closes the door behind her.

  Shaking my head, I climb out of bed and pull on my navy lounge pants and head into the kitchen to get my girl coffee. Yes, I referred to her as my girl, I’m man enough to admit that I am falling for this woman. Grabbing out the coffee grounds, I fill the coffee maker and turn it on. When the coffee is brewed, I make two coffees—one black with one sugar and the other, with hazelnut creamer. I’ve just finished making them when Cress steps into the room and I pause mid-stir. She’s slipped on my shirt from last night. She’s rolled the sleeves up and she looks sexy as hell.

  “You look much better in that shirt than I do.”

  “You need your eyes tested, but thank you for the compliment.”

  She walks over to me and jumps up on the counter. Handing her the coffee, she brings it to her lips and inhales before she takes a sip. Closing her eyes, she moans.

  “Good coffee?” I tease.

  Her eyes pop open and with a smile that lights up her face, she nods. “Coffee is life and this here is a ducking good coffee.”

  “Did you just say ducking?”

  “Yeah, I’m used to saying it around Lexi so I now kinda just say it all the time.”

  Nodding at her, I take a sip. “She really is a great kid.” I want to ask about her father, but is it too soon to pry and ask that question? I mean, we’ve only been on one date and really it's none of my business. Hearing her say my name, snaps my attention back to her. “Sorry, I missed what you said.”

  “I said, yeah she is, but Mom and Ave are a big part of that.”

  I decide to go for it. “What about her dad?”

  She sighs, “He pops in when he feels like it.”

  “That’s a douche thing to do.”

  “Well, Creed is a deadbeat so it’s no surprises there, but I’d never stop him from seeing her. Just because he and I didn’t work out, shouldn’t mean she misses out on her father.” She looks sad as she says this. “He’s actually popping by this afternoon…if he shows.”

  “He’s not reliable?”

  She shakes her head, “Not really. I haven’t told Lexi because I don’t want her to get upset if he bails on her.”

  “He do that often?”

  “More often than not.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that. Do you need to get home? Or can I offer you brunch?”

  “I don’t need to be home ‘til later so brunch would be lovely. Can I help you cook?”

  A laugh breaks free. “I can’t cook to save my life, Cress. I was going to order from this little place down the street. They do the best eggs Benny.”

  “So you do have a flaw?”

  “We can’t all be perfect, sexy, and amazing like you.”

  Her cheeks tinge pink at my compliment. I step over to her, take her cup from her hands, and a growl slips through her lips. Gripping her cheeks in my palms, I stare into her eyes before I press my lips to hers. Pulling back, I rest my forehead against hers. “You are exquisite, Cressida Bayliss, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

  Pulling away, I grab the menu from the drawer and hand it to her. “Tell me what you want and I’ll order us brunch.”

  She stares at me. “The Benny sounds amazing, and Preston?” She looks to me. “You’re pretty spectacular too.”

  Wiping my mouth, I lean back in my chair and watch Cress. From the sounds she’s currently making, I think she likes the Benny. “It’s good, hey?”

  “The absolute best. If I died right now, I’d die a happy woman.”

  “I wouldn’t be happy if you died,” I say. Pushing back from the table, I walk over to Cress, leaning one hand on the table and sliding the other into her hair, I kiss her temple. “Let’s go sit by the pool, you head over and I’ll get us another coffee.”

  She looks up at me. “You had me a coffee.”

  Racing inside, I make two more coffees and when I head back out, Cress is sitting on the edge of the pool, her legs dangling in the water. Placing the coffees down beside her, I go to take a seat next to her but I lose my balance and fall into the water. When I surface, Cress is laughing; the glee on her face is priceless, and even though I’m wet, that look makes it all worth it.

  “Ohhhhhhh, Preston,” she says through her laughter. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. You should join me, the water is lovely.”

  “I’m good thanks.”

  I lunge toward her but she’s quicker than me and she rolls to the side, flashing me, and I’m stunned to see she’s not wearing any panties. All this time she’s been in my shirt and only my shirt. Had I known this, I would have taken her on the counter when she first entered the kitchen.

  “Where are your panties?” I question, as I pull myself out of the pool. My water soaked my sweats, pulling them low. I notice Cress is staring at me.

  “Inside,” she nonchalantly says, as she stands up.

  “Why are you not wearing them?” She shrugs. “Would you like me to slide my cock into you? Because that is the only reason I can think as to why you would be pantyless right now.” I pause and stare at her. Her breathing has become labored and she bites her bottom lip. “I bet you’re wet right now.”

  “I’m not the one who just went for a swim, therefore I’m not wet.”

  “Not the wetness I’m referring to. I bet you’re soaked between your thighs and from the way you just clenched your legs, I bet I’m correct.”

  “Why don’t we take a shower and you can find out?”

  Walking over to her, I take her hand in mine and drag her inside. Her phone beeps with a text as we step inside.

  “I need to get that, it's Mom’s tone.”

  “I’ll go start the shower.” Dropping her hand, I slide my arm around her waist and pull her to me. Slamming my lips to her, I kiss her. My tongue slips into her mouth and I kiss her deeply. My hand slips between her thighs and I find her wet and ready. “I knew it,” I murmur against her lips. Tapping her on the ass, I turn and walk away, leaving her to check her message.

  Turning the water on, I strip off my wet clothes and climb into the shower. Closing my eyes, I step under the flow. Stretching my neck, I smile when I feel her eyes on me. Lifting my head, I can’t see through the glass due to the steam. Wiping the glass, Cress comes into view and I cannot believe the sight before me. This woman is the epitome of a sex siren. She reaches behind her and “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play. Her hips swing from side to side. Her eyes are locked on mine as she lifts her hands and begins to undo the buttons on my shirt. She takes a step forward and spins on her heel. With her back to me, she pulls the shirt down her arms, the material dropping to the tiled floor. She turns back to face me and presses her body against the shower door. Her breasts flattening, she breathes against the glass, fogging it up. She winks at me, steps back, and traces her fingertip around her nipple, the tip hardening from her touch.

  “Get in here now, Cress.”

  She licks her lip and silently opens the door. She steps into the shower stall and under the spray. Water cascades down her body. “Fuck me,” I groan. “I love you all wet, Cress.”

  “Feel free to find out just how wet I am.” She lifts her leg and rests it on the shower seat, opening herself to me. Without having to be told twice, I drop to my knees and press my face to her pussy. Flattening my tongue
, I lick from taint to clit. She moans, gripping my head in her hands, pressing me farther into her.

  “Preston,” she mewls. “Please fuck me.”

  “Not until you come on my tongue.”

  She lifts her hands and begins to play with her breasts. I watch her hands as I thrust two fingers into her, she’s soaked. Taking her clit between my teeth, I gently bite before sucking. I feel her insides clench against my fingers and with a twist, she explodes. Soaking my face with her juices, moaning my name as her orgasm erupts.

  Standing up, I stare at her. Both of us heavily breathing, we leap into action together: hands exploring, lips crashing. Tapping her ass, she jumps into my arms and I press her against the wall as she sinks down onto my cock. It's hard. It’s fast. It's carnal. We come together, grunting each other’s names as we reach our peak.

  Lowering her to her feet, we silently stare at one another as we catch our breath. “Can I wash you?” I ask, breaking the silence. She nods her head. Pumping some shower gel into my hands, I soap her up. Paying special attention to her breasts, once she’s all cleaned, she returns the favor.

  Once we are both clean, we step out. Handing her a towel, we silently dry off. Leaving her to fix her hair, I step into my room and change into jeans and a T-shirt. Cress steps into my room, wrapped in her towel. She drops the towel and pulls on her underwear and dress from last night.

  She refastens the halter around her neck and notices me staring at her. “What?”

  “Nothing, Love, just admiring your beauty.” Her cheeks darken in embarrassment at my compliment. “No need to be embarrassed, Cress. I’m just stating the truth.”

  “No one has ever made me feel like you do, Preston. It's an odd feeling to be appreciated and wanted.”

  Stepping over to her, I cup her cheek in my palm. “I will always appreciate you, Cress. Now, let me get you home so you can be ready for your munchkin.”

  Her eyes light up at the mention of Lexi. “Thank you.”

  “You are welcome, Love. Now let’s go before I strip you out of that dress and make you late.” From the look in her eyes, I can tell she’d like that, but I know she needs to get home to her daughter and I’m okay with that. There will always be next time, and I cannot wait for a repeat of last night and this morning.

  12

  Cress

  Unlocking the front door, I step inside and close it behind me. With a smile on my face, I walk into my bedroom to change into something more appropriate for when Mom drops Lexi home. I don’t really want my daughter to see me in last night’s dress, that’s not a very good example to set.

  After changing into capris and a tank, I walk toward the kitchen for a much-needed caffeine boost. While I wait for my coffee, I lean against the counter and images of last night and today flash before my eyes. My body thrumming at the memory of his hands on my body, his cock sliding into me. My mouth on his cock. His tongue in my pussy. His lips on mine. A shudder wracks over my body and then I smell coffee. Looking to the machine, I see my cup of liquid gold waiting for me. Picking up the mug, I bring it to my nose and inhale. The caffeine goodness seeps into my soul. Taking a sip, I close my eyes and moan, a sound I’ve made many times over the last twelve hours, and sounds I hope to make again this weekend. Preston, Lexi, and I are going to have a picnic on Saturday. Normally I don’t want the man I’m sleeping with around Lexi, but there’s something about Preston Knight that puts me at ease and allows me to share him with her; there’s also the fact she met him the same night I did.

  A knock at the door halts that memory. Placing my mug on the countertop I walk to the door, swinging it open, the happiness I just felt dissipates when I see Creed standing before me. His smug face grinning at me. How I ever was in love with this man is beyond me. “Hey.”

  “Babydoll,” he says, leaning forward to kiss my cheek. My body shuddering at his touch. “Where’s the squirt?”

  “She’ll be home soon, you’re early,” I say, leaning against the door.

  “I wanted to see you. Wanted to see if we could squeeze in a quick fuck before I play Daddy.” He slides his arm around my waist, pulling me into me. “I know how much you love to fuck.”

  “Not today,” I say, placing my hands on his chest and pushing myself away from him.

  “What do you mean not today?” he snarls through clenching teeth.

  “Exactly that, not today…or any day again.”

  He squeezes my shoulders and glares at me, before he viciously shoves me backward. I wasn’t expecting it and I stumble, landing on the entrance table. Wincing as the corner jabs my lower left back. Lifting my hand, I rub the spot and cringe. That’s gonna bruise, I think to myself as I stare at an angry Creed.

  “Are you telling me no?” he hisses, spittle flying from his mouth.

  “Yes,” I defiantly say. It feels good to finally stand up to him. “Creed, we are over. You are Lexi’s father and nothing more.”

  “Are you fucking around on me, Cressida?”

  “Whom I sleep with is none of your business, Creed. We have been over for five years now, sure we’ve occasionally gotten together but that was just a lapse of judgement on my behalf. It won’t be happening again.”

  “Once a slut, always a slut,” he retorts, stepping into my face. His hot breath hitting my face, I smell bourbon on his breath and for the first time ever, I don’t want Lexi to go with him. “Tell the squirt something came up.” With that, he turns around and walks down the path to his car. He climbs in and takes off.

  Closing the door, I turn around and lean against the wood, heavily breathing. The fear that built up is slowly ebbing away. The sound of a car door slamming startles me, turning around, I look through the peephole and when I see Mom and Lexi walking up the stairs, I let out the breath I was holding. Swinging the door open, I drop to my knees. “Hey, Munchkin.”

  “Hey, Mommy.”

  “How was your day at school?” I ask, my voice wavering a little. Mom notices and looks at me funny, I shake my head subtly but I know, as soon as Lexi is out of earshot, she will be questioning me. Damn Mom knowing me so well.

  “It was great. Today we learnded all about trains and Trevor got a Woody–” My eyes widen at this. “–and he showed everyone.”

  My eyes are scrunched in confusion. “Trevor got a Woody?” I question.

  She nods excitedly at me. “Yeah, Trevor got a Woody, a big one. You pull Trevor’s Woody string and he says all different things. Can we watch Toy Story tonight, Mommy?” Ohh, she’s talking about Toy Story. I stare at her, trying to hold back my laugh. “Can I get a big Woody too?”

  “Lex, honey, why don’t you go unpack your school bag?” Mom says, and I’m ever so thankful because I’m about to burst out laughing like the big immature kid I am.

  “Okay, Nanna.”

  Lexi walks inside and as soon as she turns down the hallway, the laugh I was holding in erupts. “Oh My God, Mom. How are you not wetting yourself right now?” Mom follows me into the living room and we take a seat on the sofa.

  “Because I’m worried about you. What happened? Where’s Creed?”

  At the mention of Creed, my laughter stops. I stare at Mom and the fear from earlier comes back. “He’s an ass.”

  “No shit, Sherlock. What did Dickwad do now?”

  “Ruined my good mood.” She eyes me. “It’s fine, he just showed his true colors. He won’t be spending the afternoon with Lexi.”

  “Well, that’s a bonus. The less time she spends with him the better. He’s—”

  “Moooom,” I interrupt. “He’s her father.”

  “Just ‘cause she has his DNA, that does not make him a father. It just makes him a sperm donor and thankfully for us, there’s more Bayliss DNA in her than Dawson DNA. Enough about Dickwad, tell me all about last night?”

  My lips lift in a smile as I think about Preston and last night.

  “Now that’s the look I love to see on your face,” Mom says. “That is the look I want to see after y
ou spend time with a man.”

  “Mom.” I swat at her arm.

  “Sooo, how was it?”

  Thankfully Lexi comes back into the room and jumps on the sofa between us, saving me from the Spanish Inquisition…for now. Mom is not just my mom, she’s also my best friend. We probably tell each other more than necessary, but after Dad died and it was just the two of us, we became a team.

  Lexi is still talking about Trevor’s big Woody and I’m still biting my tongue holding back my laugh. Mom brings up Netflix and turns the movie on. We end up watching one and two, with a promise to watch the rest after school tomorrow. Mom leaves, without getting the answers she wants, but I know that when I get back from dropping Lexi at school tomorrow, Mom will be waiting with coffee and cake for a gossip session.

  After a hot relaxing shower, I climb into bed. Wincing when I lay down, my lower back is really sore and it’s already started to bruise. I’m just about asleep when my phone beeps with a text. Grabbing it off the bedside table, I smile, it’s from Preston.

  PRESTON: Nite nite, Love. I can smell you on my pillow, it’s my new favorite scent.

  PRESTON: Is it Saturday yet?

  CRESS: It’s almost Saturday.

  CRESS: My pillow smells like Tide

  PRESTON: Maybe I need to come over and rub myself all over your pillow

  CRESS: I’d rather you rub me but if pillows are your thing, who am I to stop you?

  PRESTON: Flirty minx…now I’m hard

  CRESS: Do you have a big Woody?

  I laugh to myself at my reply. I will never be able to think of Toy Story and Woody the same again…and I won’t be able to look at little Trevor the same either. That kid has scarred me for life.

  PRESTON: Whenever I think about you, I always sport a big Woody…have you forgotten already? Do we need a repeat of last night to refresh your mind?