The Hardest Fall

by Ella Maise

  With a challenge like that, what else could I possibly do?

  I got up on my knees, dragged her legs over my thighs, and tugged her even closer with my hands on her hips then started fucking her like there was no tomorrow. She pushed herself down on me, her hands braced against the headboard, and I could feel her slowly tightening around me, her legs squeezing, her whimpers louder.

  “Zoe,” I hissed out. “Zoe, you feel so fucking good around my cock, squeezing me like that. Look at you, all ready to let go and come all over me.”

  Then her orgasm took over and she tried to pull her legs closed from around me, but I held them open and kept pumping into her until she went straight over and gasped, almost soundlessly, and then she came with her mouth open, her body arched, her breath lost.

  Watching her face, watching her breasts move with the force of my thrusts, I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. I was so goddamn deep in her, and she was so goddamn tight that I didn’t know if I could ever stop.

  My blood hummed in my veins and my spine tingled.

  Zoe stopped coming and found her breath as my name spilled from her lips again. She reached up and ran her hands across my chest and stomach, making me shiver. I didn’t know how long I could keep moving inside her, but I was getting close to losing my mind.

  “I can’t,” I forced out. She was burning me inside out and I had no idea why I was trying so hard to keep going instead of letting go.

  “Don’t,” she whispered, pulling me down against her skin. We were both covered in sweat, and feeling her boobs pressed against me, her strong heartbeat, her scent, her breathlessness…none of it was helping things at all.

  The headboard was hitting the wall with every single thrust, and both Zoe and I were moaning through every second. I felt her tighten around me again and she cried out, coming again, her hips moving, her arms around me, holding on to me. She hid her face in my neck and got incredibly tight and wet around me.

  “Look at me,” I moaned with urgency. “Zoe, look at me.”

  Breathless, she dropped her head back on the pillow and our eyes met in the dark. With a groan of my own, I took her lips and buried myself to the hilt, again and again. I kissed her as deeply as I could, our heads moving and tilting, and spilled myself inside of her in a rush like I had never felt before. I came, but it felt different, like it had been ripped out from somewhere deep inside me, like what we did in that damn tiny bed was something much more than just having sex, more like an exorcism.

  When I could see and hear again, I found myself still moving inside her gently, slowly sinking in as deep as I could go. I never took my lips off of hers. I kept kissing her until we couldn’t anymore. My hands never stopped roaming her skin, memorizing. I could have kissed her like that for hours, for days, years. When it felt like I would die if I kept moving, I dropped half on top of her and tried to catch my breath.

  “Fuck. I think you broke me,” I muttered into the pillow. “Let’s do that again.”

  She laughed, the soft sound giving me shivers.

  I pulled out and stepped away from her to get rid of the condom. When I came back, she was pulling the sheets over herself, hiding again.

  Slipping under the covers, I put my hand behind her waist and pulled her flush against my chest as my dick lay half hard, half soft between us.

  “Don’t hide yourself from me,” I said quietly. “Please.”

  “I’m not,” she whispered back.

  I brushed her messy hair back away from her face and stared at her for a moment. “Zoe, that was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I pressed a kiss to her swollen lips and when she parted them, I went in for a longer one without hesitation. When we stopped, she sighed and pressed her forehead to my shoulder, right under my chin. I kept going. “It feels like I’ve been waiting for this to happen all my life, waiting for you to happen.”

  I caressed her back, up and down, up and down until she looked back up at me.

  “That was intense. I’ve never done that before. The…coming twice thing, I mean. I think I was too wet. Is that even normal?”

  “I think it’s our normal. Was it too much?” I frowned down at her. “Did I hurt you or something? Your neck?”

  She shook her head. “No. No, it’s not that. I’ve just never felt like that, so…crazy. I just wanted you deeper and deeper even though it felt like you were all the way in there…you know.”

  “Yeah, I know what you mean. I tried to go easier, but it wasn’t happening.” I kissed her forehead and closed my eyes. “We should get a little more sleep, Flash. Tomorrow is gonna be another tough day for you.”

  She sighed and snuggled in closer. “I can sleep with you?”

  “Just try to get away from me.”

  She seemed to settle in after that and we fell silent.

  I was about to doze off with her in my arms when she spoke up quietly. “Dylan.”

  Suddenly, I was wide awake. Still, based on her tone, that conversation was not one I was ready to have just then, not when I could still feel her tightening and pulsing around my dick.

  “Not now,” I said shortly.

  “I think we—”

  “No, not tonight, not after I just had you. We’ll talk tomorrow or the day after. Then we’ll move out as fast as possible.”

  “Move out? What are you talk—”

  I gave her a squeeze and she stopped. I looked down and met her confused gaze. “We can’t stay here, in his apartment. I won’t.”

  Her frown only deepened until understanding dawned on her and she started shaking her head.

  “No, Dylan. I mean, yeah, but—”

  I kissed her lips, cutting her off, because I couldn’t help myself.

  “Not tonight. Please.”

  “But you need to know. There are things—”

  “I’ll know everything tomorrow or the next day. Just give me one more day, okay? Just us, you and me, no one else. Nothing else between us.”

  She stared into my eyes for a few more beats then exhaled a burst of air and nodded.

  More seconds ticked by and I couldn’t fall asleep. I cleared my throat. “By the way, you kissed me. You lost the bet you were so sure you would never lose.”

  Her head shot up, hitting me under my chin. “I didn’t! You kissed me!”

  “I don’t think so. You went for it first.”

  “No. That doesn’t count. You kissed me first.”

  I had the biggest grin on my face when I finally fell asleep after arguing with her about who had lost the best. In the end, I’d gotten her, in every sense of the word—only I had no idea none of it would matter the next day, not after the way she broke my heart.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Zoe

  He was playing with my fingers; I think that was what woke me up initially, that and hearing his voice murmur my name against my skin. It was just a little more than a whisper that suddenly spurred my heart into a fast beat. It was too damn early to get that excited just because you heard someone’s hot, sleepy voice.

  I opened my eyes with a cheesy grin plastered on my face. One look at that bed and you’d have bet money there was no way two people—especially with one of them being Dylan’s size—would fit in there, but we did. We fit perfectly. Sure, his feet and half of the arm that was under my head were off the bed, my legs were tangled with his, and my knees were hanging off the side, too, but who cared? Like I said, we fit perfectly.

  “Good morning,” he murmured, and I looked back so I could meet his dark blue eyes. He gave me a lazy grin, one I couldn’t not reciprocate.

  “Good morning.”

  “Sleep good?”

  Still sporting that grin, I nodded, and his smile got bigger. I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. My eyes dropped to his lips and I watched the grin turn into the smile I loved the most on him, the one where he smiled with his eyes just as much as he did with his lips. It was warm, genuine, hot. It sounds cheesy, I know, but it was true that it bas
ically took your—okay, maybe it wouldn’t take yours…it better not…but it took my breath away.

  Whoosh.

  Gone, just like that.

  “Don’t move,” I said in a rush then threw open the covers, squeaked, and scrambled to pull them back up.

  “What’s happening?” Dylan asked, looking at me with amusement dancing in his eyes.

  I pulled the covers higher. “I…just…let me get the pillow.” I didn’t give him a chance to even utter a protest or yank it away before I could get to it. I pulled it right out from under him and his head bounced on the mattress. Muttering a quick apology, I hugged it to my chest and carefully exited the bed. He caught my hand before I could straighten up.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I’ll be right back. I just want to get something.”

  He let me go and I backed out of the room, hoping everything was covered.

  When I got what I needed from my bag, I rushed back to him. He was still lying down, using his arm behind his head as a pillow. I took in the muscles, the arms, the chest, the smooth skin, the bulge under the covers—just thinking about his cock made me go all hot inside. You should’ve seen him; he looked so relaxed, so hot, so…other words I couldn’t possibly come up with due to the way he turned my brain to complete mush, but take my word for it, he looked perfect.

  Still clutching the pillow to my torso with one hand, holding my camera with the other, I got back in next to him and finally let go of the pillow when I was back under the covers.

  “You can’t still be shy, Zoe,” he said, coming up on his elbow and looking into my eyes with a small frown. “Not after last night.”

  “It doesn’t just go away like that. Give me a break, there’s daylight now,” I huffed. “But forget about that. I’ve been dying to take your picture and I—”

  “You took pictures of me at the game.”

  “No, not like that—like this.” I put my hand on his chest. “I want to keep this.”

  “Collecting memories, heartbeats,” he murmured, echoing what I’d said to him the first night he’d come to the apartment. Smiling, he pushed a lock of hair behind my ear. “Both of us?”

  Excited beyond measure, I bit my lip and eagerly nodded.

  He opened his arms and I dove in, deliriously happy to be there.

  “Your arm must be dead by now. You should’ve pulled it away after I fell asleep.”

  “It’s fine,” he said distractedly as he gathered me closer.

  After I played with the ISO and shutter speed until it was all just right, I exhaled and lifted my Sony A7R II high up over us so we could both fit in the frame. The flip screen didn’t flip around so it was going to be a shot in the dark, but I was okay with anything at that moment.

  Grinning like crazy, I looked at Dylan, and he smiled. “Ready?” I asked, not giving a damn that I looked like a maniac.

  He chuckled and kissed me on the cheek.

  That was gold. I took the shot before he even had a chance to back away. Giddy, I turned the camera to check how it looked—perfect. I did look a little crazy with that grin on my face, and my eyes were closed, my head tipped toward his head, but it was perfect. His side of the photo was perfect, and I looked out-of-my-mind happy. If you’d seen the photo, you might’ve thought I was a total loser, but I didn’t think so. When Dylan laughed next to me, I knew he didn’t think so either.

  “So beautiful,” he said, and a delicious shiver ran through my body.

  Capturing that single moment would’ve been just fine with me. I was planning on putting my camera down, but Dylan stopped me.

  “More.”

  “Can I?”

  “Yeah. Take as many as you want,” he said, giving me permission.

  I probably took a dozen of the same exact shot of us, but I didn’t give a single fuck. They all consisted of Dylan kissing me while I lay on his shoulder, Dylan kissing me while his palm covered my cheek, me laughing as he leaned down and kissed my neck, me looking at Dylan with sparkling eyes as he smiled at me, camera completely forgotten. Then Dylan took it from my hand, which was already shaking from holding it for so long, and after a little fumbling, he started on the next set of the same photos: him kissing the corner of my lips as I finally looked up at the camera, him reaching my lips and finally kissing me as I turned my body to face him, me with my eyes closed as he whispered words into my ear. Then there was a shot of his arm snaking around my neck, one of his defined torso and my waist as he twisted in bed.

  Then it was just silence and him and me.

  Reaching over me, he placed the camera on the carpeted floor and looked down at me. Sometime during our impromptu little shoot, the covers had revealed my upper body to him and he could see everything he hadn’t been able to before.

  My heart skipped a beat as we stared at each other. Dylan’s expression softened as he studied me.

  “Hi, Flash.”

  I smiled. “Hi, buddy.”

  He bent his head and laughed. “Right, we’re buddies. You’re the best buddy I ever had.”

  “Likewise.”

  His fingers moved over my bruises, his eyes following along, and I swallowed.

  “It kills me that these are here.”

  I couldn’t speak.

  Looking at me some more, one of his hands stroked over my waist then down my thigh. When he lifted it up and planted my foot firmly on the bed, it took everything in me not to do a full body shiver. Just like that, I was drenched for him. He lowered his hips on me and I remembered how he’d put his briefs back on when he got up to take care of the condom. Still, the fabric separating us meant nothing; I could feel every inch of his hardness just fine, and in a few more seconds, he’d be able to feel how intensely wet I was for him.

  I grabbed his arms, closed my eyes, and let out an involuntary moan when he pressed forward and the head of his cock pushed hard on my clit.

  Then I felt his lips dancing on my cheek, over the shell of my ear, on my neck, licking, gently sucking, kissing.

  Blindly, I reached between us, pushed his briefs a few inches down, and jerked when his heavy, hot cock lay on my stomach.

  Feeling a little crazy, I groaned and turned my head so I could kiss him. He returned my groan with his own when my hand wrapped around him and pulled hard. I swallowed his grunts and jerked him harder. A drop of pre-cum dropped on my stomach, making me gasp and shiver, goose bumps traveling all over my body. Then another drop, and another. I renewed my assault on his mouth by rounding my free hand on his neck and pulling him to me. He angled his head and went deeper, his tongue stroking mine, taking and giving, biting and licking, soothing and kissing.

  Then I felt his thumb and forefinger on my chin and he pushed himself away, our lips making a loud smacking sound.

  “Please tell me Jared gave you more,” he growled, the sound and the tone melting me into the bed even farther.

  My eyes only opened halfway and I managed to mutter a low, “What?”

  “Condoms?”

  I forced my eyes to open a little bit more and my heart sank. “Oh, no.”

  He groaned and rolled to his side, his cock slipping from my hand in the process.

  “Sorry,” I mumbled, propping myself on my elbow and looking down at him as he rubbed his hand over his face a few times.

  “Then I should get out of this bed—hell, probably the apartment while I’m at it.”

  I smiled. “Why?”

  He gave me a frustrated look, his expression just as dark and tight as his eyes. I lost my smile pretty quick and cleared my throat. Without another word, I got up on my knees, a little breathless and a little unsure, settled next to his legs and swallowed. I wasn’t going to ask permission, and he wasn’t stopping me. I could feel his eyes burning into my skin. Was it uncool to be so fascinated by a cock? Because apparently, I couldn’t take my eyes off of his. The thick shaft, the dark pink head…the way it rested on his hard stomach, that thick vein on the underside…the anticipation of how
good he would taste…all of it rushed at me at once and I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I chanced a glance at Dylan and saw him swallow, saw his throat moving and how set his jaw was.

  I reached to take him in my hand, but he stopped me before I could and linked our fingers together.

  “Use the other one,” he said, that thick, needy voice rushing over me and causing goose bumps to explode all over my skin.

  I licked my lips in anticipation. “Okay.”

  I wanted him in my mouth probably a bit more than even he wanted it. I wasn’t a pro at blowjobs per se, but I didn’t think I was the worst either. Shaking my head to get rid of all the stupid second-guessing, I grabbed his thick base with my left hand and lowered my mouth over the thick head, rolling my tongue all around it.

  Dylan’s hips jerked up and he squeezed my hand with his.

  “Sorry.”

  Slowly I moved my hand up and down his length, brushing my thumb over his slit, using his seeping wetness to make it easier. He tried to lie as still as possible.

  “Fuck,” he hissed, his head sinking into the pillow when I put him in my mouth again. “Zoe, I don’t think I’ll ever let you out of this bed again.”

  And he didn’t, not until he had to when his phone started ringing over and over. One of his teammates, Benji, was calling to make sure he would make it to practice.

  After that, it was a mad rush. I had no idea when we had woken up, but after I made him come all over his stomach and my hands, he reciprocated, and then I got another bonus one. When his friend called and popped our private little bubble, I felt guilty for being so happy when my friend was going through hell.

  Fifteen minutes after the phone call, we were both showered, dressed, and ready to go.

  “You’ll call me when you’re coming home?”

  “I will.”

  “You’re skipping your classes?”

  “Yes, both Jared and I are.”

  “You’ll call if you need anything?”

  “I will.”

  “Text me how she is doing when you get there.”