The Hardest Fall

by Ella Maise

  She groaned and I laughed.

  “Don’t be mean to me,” she muttered in a serious voice, but the quiet laughter that came after gave her away. “And I wasn’t perving on you. I was just…”

  “I don’t care what you call it. I like it. I like having your eyes on me. I love it even more when you look into my eyes and give me your biggest smile. Every time I see you smiling at me like that, like after the game in Tucson, it feels like you’re handing me your world. Even in the dark, I can feel your—”

  Before I could finish my sentence, her head shot up and her lips found mine. Not prepared for it, I couldn’t soften the kiss, and our teeth clashed. She immediately drew her head back. I knew she was blushing; I didn’t need any light to know that. She covered her mouth with her hand.

  “I’m sorry. I just—”

  This time I didn’t wait to hear the rest. As far as I was concerned, even though it had lasted only one second, that brief kiss was the best kiss of my life.

  Pulling her hand down, I cupped the back of her head and went in for more. I didn’t want to miss out on another second with this girl. Fuck everything. Fuck everyone. None of it mattered. She molded her lips to mine without a second of hesitation. My body moved closer and hers did the same until we were flush against each other. I tilted my head and went in deeper, my tongue tasting every inch. She moaned against me and I felt her fist pulling on my shirt. Our mouths moved in perfect tandem as we pushed and pulled at each other for more.

  When we had to breathe, Zoe moaned my name. “Dylan.”

  Just that single word coming from her lips added fuel to the fire inside me, and I let go of the back of her head to slide my hand down to her waist so I could pull her even closer, even though there wasn’t even an inch of empty space separating us. She made no protest, only arched toward me and kissed me again. Our breaths coming in harsh bursts, she whimpered into my mouth and wrapped her arms around my neck.

  With difficulty, I stopped kissing her and whispered against her lips. “Too much?”

  “No,” she said breathlessly. “It’s not enough.”

  With a groan that came from deep within my chest, I bit her bottom lip and pushed my tongue back inside. I shoved my left arm underneath her and pulled her on top of me as I dropped to my back on the tiny bed. She squealed into my mouth but never stopped kissing me. She just planted her hands on either side of my face, threw her leg over my thigh, and kept going. I pulled her hair to one side and shifted my hands from her shoulders to her arms and then to her waist. I pushed her shirt up just enough so I could feel her skin under my hands. She shivered when I grasped her waist as tight as I could without hurting her.

  Our breathing still out of control, I opened my eyes when she whispered my name and touched my face with her hand.

  “Yeah,” I croaked, and then I pushed up just enough so I could take her lips. A second or two was sufficient time for breathing. She kissed me back, just as hard, just as hungry as her tongue tangled with mine.

  “Wait,” she murmured, her lips moving against mine when we had to break apart to breathe. “Just a second.”

  I groaned but stopped like she’d asked. I focused on the edge of her lips and neck instead.

  One of her legs had dropped between mine when I’d pulled her over me, but she straightened a little, taking her soft skin from my lips, and straddled me, sitting right on top of my dick.

  “Shit,” I groaned, reaching for her hips. “Maybe that’s not a good idea, Flash.”

  One of her hands was resting on my stomach for balance as she pushed her hair away from her face with the other.

  “What?”

  I pulled her hips a little forward so she wouldn’t be right on top of my already hard-as-a-damn-rock dick and grunted when the rough slide felt better than anything ever had. “That,” I repeated gruffly, hoping she’d know what I meant. Now both of her hands were on my stomach and she was still out of breath, just like me.

  She pushed her hips back right where they’d been and bit her lip. “Funny, to me that felt like the most amazing idea in the world.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yes.”

  I sat up and caught her with one arm before she could fall back. Dragging our bodies higher up in the bed, I settled against the low headboard. My head slumped back against the wall as she squirmed on my lap until she was comfortable.

  Pushing my hand back up under her shirt from behind, I grabbed her neck as gently as possible and pulled her down to my mouth. She came eagerly and moaned even louder as I kissed her and she moved her little butt restlessly against my shaft. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had a dry-hump session, let alone one I enjoyed so damn much.

  I flicked open her bra and moved both my hands on her back, letting the material just hang loose as I curled my fingers around her shoulder then stroked her back again.

  After a particularly hard grind, I let out a grunt and hit my head on the wall with a heavy thump as I tore my lips away from hers.

  “Fuck, Zoe…”

  My eyes slowly opened when I felt her breath against my lips. I swallowed and licked my lips, waiting to see what she’d do. The worst part was, she wasn’t moving on me anymore.

  “Dylan,” she whispered before kissing my lips twice. I let her set the pace, and neither one of them lasted more than a few seconds. “My heart beats differently for you. It feels different somehow. I know this probably doesn’t make sense, but…it beats louder, wilder when I see you.” I ran my hands down to her waist and held on tight. She rested her cheek against my temple and rolled her hips. “And I feel like…how am I supposed to keep it in its place? How am I supposed to get used to seeing that smile on your lips? It breaks my brain. You break my brain sometimes—complete mush. Even that first time in the bathroom…though that was just nerves and being horrified, so maybe we can’t count that one…but the second time, when I saw you walking toward me, I just got stuck. How could anyone possibly look away—”

  I didn’t let her finish her words; I couldn’t. In seconds I had her on her back and I was hovering over her. It didn’t matter how dark it was; I could picture the look on her face. She was burned into my mind. Those big eyes, that flush on her cheeks—I could see it all.

  Not wanting to waste another second, I kissed her again, only pausing when I felt her hands pulling at my shirt. One hand right next to her head, I used the other to reach back, pull it over my head, and fling it away. When I looked down, she was struggling with her own shirt.

  “Let me,” I mumbled then helped her take it off, bra and everything.

  I couldn’t see her clearly and it frustrated me to no end, but I didn’t think I could untangle myself from her long enough to go get the lights. I settled my hips between her wide open legs, my lips against her already swollen ones as I put my palm on her stomach and moved my hand up, up until I could cup her breast. It was more than a handful, and I couldn’t wait to get a taste—literally.

  I started fucking her with the rest of our clothes on, and every moan, every hitch of her breath pushed me to a level where I knew neither one of us would be satisfied with just what we were doing. I groaned quietly over her little moans. It felt so good to finally be able to touch her like this, to feel her like this. When I was a little rough with her breasts and started rolling her nipple between my fingers while I sucked the other one as hard and deep as I could, she gasped and grabbed my head.

  I pressed my length harder against her as I moved with deliberate forward motions. Every rock of our hips pushed her a little higher on the bed.

  “That feels so good,” she gasped when I was busy kissing her neck and heading for her breasts again. One of her feet was on the bed and she was pushing herself up in time with my forward thrusts as she arched her back.

  “Yeah? You’re gonna make me come in my pants,” I groaned, feeling drunk on her. “I don’t remember the last time I did that.” I still had my slacks on over my briefs since I’d fallen asleep as s
oon as I hit the bed, and all she had on was thin pajama bottoms. She could feel every single inch of me dragging against her pussy. Just in case she needed more, I let go of her breast, her nipple for the first time since I’d gotten her half-naked and pushed my hand under her ass, inside her PJs and panties, pulling her more firmly against me and my dick.

  “Jesus,” she groaned, wrapping one of her legs around mine.

  Her head was thrown back, and I watched breathlessly as she climbed to her orgasm right in front of my eyes. I picked up my speed.

  “Dylan,” she cried in seconds. “Dylan, I’m so close.”

  My name on her lips dragged me to an edge. “Come on, baby,” I murmured into her throat as I left small kisses on her hot skin.

  Her legs opened wider under me and I squeezed her butt cheek harder.

  “Tell me what you need, Zoe.”

  “Just you. I just want you.”

  “I know, Flash. I know. Tell me what you need so I can make you come.” Breathing in her sweet fruity scent, I licked a trail on her neck over her bruises and sucked her skin, making sure it wasn’t where it would hurt her. She groaned, the sound so low and rough.

  “No. No. Stop,” she said suddenly, surprising the shit out of me.

  “What?” Dazed, I straightened up, putting a few inches between our chests. I stopped moving against her but didn’t have enough strength to separate us completely. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

  Next thing I knew, her hands were on the waist of her PJs and she was trying to wriggle out of them altogether.

  Pulling back a little, I asked, “What are you doing?”

  “I want to come when you’re inside me, Dylan, and I think I might actually die if you’re not in me within the next minute or so. No, I’m not being dramatic at all, so come on—lose the pants, get naked.”

  The last thing I was expecting to do at that moment was laugh, but I did just that.

  Zoe managed to wiggle herself halfway out of her PJs but was having trouble untangling her legs because I was still hovering over her. I helped her pull them the rest of the way off and had to steady myself after for a second or two. I ran my hand all the way up to her thighs then down to her ankle. I loved her legs. I’d spent weeks watching those smooth legs and imagining them wrapped around me as I fucked her and she begged me for more.

  “I don’t think you can do what I want you to do with those pants on, Dylan,” she murmured when I just stood on my knees like an idiot and moved my hands all over her. I reached for the hand she was busy clutching the sheets with.

  “Just a minute,” I murmured then wound her legs around my waist and settled between her naked legs, my shaft pressing and pressing right over her clit. I just wanted to feel her heat. “Get me naked then.”

  “Shit,” she mumbled, her hands moving over my chest and curling around my shoulders. Then they traveled lower as I leaned over her, kissing and sucking her parted lips. Her legs dropped from around me.

  I lifted my hips enough so she could lower my pants without trouble then I looked down between us to see the head of my dick make an appearance. If she touched me, she’d feel I was already leaking pre-cum. She pushed a little up and lowered my pants a few inches more, freeing my entire length. It bobbed between us, the tip touching her stomach.

  “Now that you took it out, what are you planning on doing?” I asked in a rough voice. I rested my forearms on either side of her face and looked down at her. I could just imagine her biting her lip and looking unsure.

  Instead of hearing words, I felt her fingers wrap around my hard, swollen length, nothing unsure about her touch at all. I twitched in her hand and felt her thumb brush the wetness down and around me. My heart hammering in my chest, I moved my hand lower, slid it all the way down, dragging my palm against every inch until I felt her wetness on my fingers, and that was it for me. I was gone.

  “Condom,” I said, my mind working just enough to remember that we needed condoms—lots of them. “Condoms. I don’t have condoms, Zoe.”

  Her hand stopped moving on me, but she didn’t pull it away.

  “What?”

  I slammed my hand on the bed and dropped my face on her neck. I licked and bit her earlobe before I spoke because I couldn’t quite stop myself. “I don’t have any condoms.”

  “I do!” she half yelled, and then her hand wasn’t pulling on my dick anymore. “I do. One—I have one.”

  She let go of my dick, slid out from under me, hesitated, then grabbed the pillow and hugged it to her perfect naked body before jumping up and running out of my room. Seconds later she was back, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my fingers itching to touch her, to pull her, to keep her.

  “What’s up with that?” I managed to ask as I gestured toward the pillow, my dick painfully hard, and even more painfully ready.

  I offered her my hand and she took it without hesitation. With my other hand, I grabbed the pillow away and threw it back on the bed.

  “Dylan…”

  “It’s already too dark in here as it is. Don’t hide yourself from me, Zoe, not anymore.” I gave her a gentle pull and she climbed into my lap.

  “Here,” she said, handing me the condom after sitting on my thighs. “I just have this one.” She paused. “Jared gave it to me, just in case.”

  “Just in case what?”

  She shrugged. “Just in case you and I…As a joke.”

  “Fucked. Are you too shy to say fuck?”

  “Just in case you and I had sex.”

  “Fuck sounds better to me.”

  “Fine, fuck then.”

  I chuckled and kissed her. Her arms slowly wrapped around my neck as she melted against me.

  “I want to watch you put it on,” she said against my lips.

  “Whatever you want, just tell me and it’s yours.”

  She worried her bottom lip between her teeth and tilted her head down to watch me as I worked it over my length as fast as humanly possible.

  I lost patience somewhere along the way so I lifted her off my lap and dropped her back on the bed with a bounce right before climbing on top of her. “I need you so bad, Zoe. I can’t look at you any longer and not know how it feels to sink into you.”

  She pulled my head down and went for my lips. Keeping our chests apart, I reached between us and went to feel the wetness between her legs.

  “Shit, Zoe,” I hissed, resting my forehead against hers. “You’re all ready for me, aren’t you?”

  “I’ve been trying to tell—”

  I pushed two of my fingers inside her and she stilled under me, her legs tense, her fingers digging into the skin of my arms. She was dripping. After a few shallow thrusts, I tugged them out and dragged her wetness over her clit, stroking and swirling. Her hips were restless under me, demanding, her hands still on my skin, her touch searing.

  I leaned down and whispered against the shell of her ear. “I need you so bad, Zoe.”

  “Please…Dylan, please.”

  I took her at her word and wrapped my hand around the base of my dick so I could slowly slid inside until she had all of me. It took a few seconds and a few sexy grunts and gasps from her as she arched under me, but I was all in and nothing had ever felt so tight, so right, so utterly…mine.

  I wanted to fuck her till the morning light streamed in and I could memorize every dip and curve of her skin. Feeling a little dizzy, I pulled out until she had just the wide head inside her then pushed it all the way back in. I dropped back on my forearms and finally started fucking her with a slow rhythm.

  A small moan slipped from her lips and I bent down to capture it with my mouth. I wanted all of her moans, all her sighs and gasps. I wanted everything from her.

  “I’m going to take everything from you,” I whispered against her skin. It was only fair to let her know.

  “Good,” she answered. Her hands cupped my face, and I could feel her staring straight into my eyes as I moved inside her with hard, shallow strokes. “Great e
ven.” Another grunt after a particularly hard thrust. “As long as you give me everything of yourself.”

  “You already have me, baby.”

  After that, it was all lost in a frenzy. I was lost in her. I grasped one of her legs and pulled it high up around my waist so I could get even deeper. When my movements picked up speed, so did the soft noises she was making. She clutched at my biceps, squeezing and pulling and cursing when I went especially deep and fast. Then she was arching, her breasts protruding, offered to me so sweetly, and I was tasting her.

  Grunting.

  Breathless.

  Gone.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” I gasped, my heart beating like crazy in my chest, having trouble keeping up with us. The sound of our skin slapping with each thrust was the best sound I would ever hear in my life.

  “You feel so big inside me,” Zoe gasped, bringing my attention from her breasts to her swollen lips.

  I slowed down my thrusts and kissed her lazily, sucking on her tongue, dragging my cock out of her as slowly as possible and then pushing it all the way back in.

  “Too much?”

  Biting her lip, she shook her head.

  “Does it feel good?”

  “I want to come,” was her answer as her fingers closed tighter around my arms. “I want to come on you,” she repeated, her voice all hoarse and breathy. I kissed the edge of her lips.

  “Tell me. Say it out loud. I want to hear. Does it feel good?”

  She put her palm on my cheek before she gave me an answer.

  “It feels amazing. It feels like I’m going to explode.” A gasp. A moan. “You feel amazing, love it, but I want to come. It…doesn’t happen every time for me, but it’s so close, I can feel it. I want you to make me come. Please make me come on you.”