Fall in Love

by Anthology

  “What are you going to do?” she whispered when his fingers dipped beneath her panties.

  “I want to watch you come.”

  “Here?” she asked in disbelief, whimpering at the end of her question as he slid one finger inside to play with the balls in her pussy. “Oh God. I can’t take this,” she said.

  Her cunt was dripping wet and by the sound of her breathing, he knew it wouldn’t take much to bring her off.

  “Please, Will,” she said as he shushed her.

  “Quiet, beauty. Wouldn’t want your brothers to hear you. By the way, you can come at will.”

  “Shit,” she muttered, shuddering in the face of his permission.

  She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead into his shoulder. He felt her teeth bite into the material of his shirt as he slowly moved his finger inside her, using the balls to rub her G-spot with each thrust. Within seconds, he felt her pussy muscles clench against him, certain she’d bruised his finger with the strength of her orgasm. She was breathing heavily, panting harshly against his chest, her teeth clenched in his shirt. He held her tightly as she trembled in his embrace and he slowly dragged his finger out of her, leaving the balls in place.

  “Take them out,” she pleaded.

  He leaned back to look at her flushed face. “Are you in pain?” he asked, concerned for a moment that he was truly hurting her.

  She shook her head. “I don’t think I can take much more of this.”

  He smiled and kissed her gently. “Only one more hour and then I’ll fuck you as long and as hard as you wish. You’re so amazing,” he praised.

  He watched her attempt to compose herself before nodding once. “One hour and then you’ll do whatever I want.”

  “Promise,” he said.

  “Good night,” she said as she walked the last customers to the door, locking it behind them. It had been the longest night of her career as a waitress. Will’s torturous toys had driven her to distraction with each step she’d taken, but nothing was as crushing to her willpower as Will’s close proximity and the knowledge that she couldn’t fuck him.

  He was currently walking around with Teagan, helping her bus the last few tables. He smiled at her determined look as she approached.

  “You look beat, Teagan. Why don’t you go on upstairs? I bet I can convince Will to stick around and help clean up,” she said, forcing a lightness into her voice she didn’t feel. If her sister didn’t leave soon, she was going to get one helluva show, because Keira wasn’t waiting much longer and she didn’t care who stayed to watch.

  “I’m not proud,” Teagan replied. “You don’t have to ask me twice. I’m cooked. Night y’all.” Her sister tossed her the dishcloth she was using to wipe up the tables as she headed for the stairs to their apartment. Teagan passed Tristan, who was headed back from the kitchen with the bar glasses he’d just washed.

  He sighed tiredly as he placed the rack on the bar and started restocking it with the clean glasses.

  “Will volunteered to stick around and help me clean up,” she said, certain her sister had been the easy sell. “Why don’t you head up to bed, Tris? We can finish this.”

  Her brother narrowed his eyes at Will and she sensed him struggling to reject her offer just to spite her new boyfriend. However, in her favor seemed to be the reality that Tris really was dog-tired.

  She drove the nail in farther. “I’m exhausted myself. Probably won’t be more than fifteen or twenty minutes behind you,” she lied. Her brother was a champion sleeper. He’d be dead to the world in his bed within five minutes of hitting the top of the stairs.

  He shrugged. “Okay. Don’t be too long,” he warned. She acted annoyed, even though she knew the threat was empty.

  Tris left and Keira turned to watch Will lowering the shades on the bar’s front windows. He turned off the lights as well so they were left in virtual darkness except for the dimmed streetlights outside that showed through the sheer blinds. The street outside was quiet, peaceful, and it felt as if they were alone in the city.

  He walked toward their corner booth and she was surprised by his choice of destination. “Come here,” he commanded.

  She followed him, the feeling of the toys no less potent than they’d been when he put them inside her two hours earlier. As she stepped up beside him, she was shocked when he roughly turned her toward the booth, bending her over the table. He quickly raised her skirt and pulled down her panties.

  “In a hurry?” she teased, though her heart was beating loud enough to drum out any response he may have made.

  His fingers dipped inside her wet pussy, pulling out the two balls, one at a time. She looked over her shoulder and watched him place them in the pocket of his denim jacket before removing it and draping it over the chair of the table behind them. He turned back to face her and opened his pants.

  “Have you ever fantasized about being taken by two men at the same time?” he asked.

  Red-hot heat flew to her cheeks at his unexpected question.

  Holy hell, yeah. Yeah, she had.

  “I’ll take that lovely blush as a yes,” he said, bending over her, caging her beneath his body. The table was hard, uncomfortable against her chest, but she didn’t give a damn. The release she’d waited days for was only minutes away from her grasp.

  “I-I’ve thought of it,” she whispered when he held still over her. She wondered at his silence after her response.

  He shook his head and exhaled a long sigh that warmed her cheek. “Tough,” he said. “This is as close as you’re going to get to that fantasy. I’ll never let another man touch you. I can’t.” His last two words seemed to be pulled from the depths of his soul and she closed her eyes against the beauty of the feeling that confession stirred inside her.

  He rose slowly but she kept her eyes closed, listening as he opened a condom before returning to the opening of her body.

  He nudged the head of his cock inside and her eyes flew open at the extreme tightness.

  “The plug,” she gasped. Surely he didn’t mean to take her while the plug was still inside. Suddenly the meaning of his question became clear. “Too much. Too big.”

  He continued to push inside, stopping often while she attempted to adjust, attempted to catch her breath. For several pleasurably painful minutes, he continued his slow, magnificent glide. Once he was fully seated, he bent forward once more. Every part of her felt filled, consumed, possessed by this wonderful man.

  “I promised to give you anything you wanted. You obviously wanted both of your pretty holes filled.”

  She struggled to understand the tone of his voice. Was he angry, hurt by her fantasy? Surely he knew she only wanted him, only wanted to be with him.

  “I only want you,” she said softly.

  Her confession seemed to break the dam of dark, troubling thoughts within him. “Then that’s what you’ll have.”

  He stood once more and his cock retreated as he moved away, only to thrust back in fast and hard. She started to scream and he leaned forward and placed his hand over her mouth to block the sound.

  He chuckled as he reached above her head for something. A cloth napkin appeared in front of her face. “Open your mouth, beauty. I never thought I’d see the day where I wanted to diminish those lovely screams of yours, but it could be rather awkward if your family came to investigate and found us like this.”

  She opened her mouth, accepting the gag. The image of her father finding her bent over a table with a butt plug in her ass and Will’s cock buried in her pussy was all the convincing she needed to try to hold back her cries.

  Over and over he drove into her, holding back nothing. His pelvis rammed the plug in her ass with each return and she felt as if she were being doubly fucked, doubly loved by the amazing man. She came twice, her body trembling violently on the table, the gag in her mouth drenched with saliva and no doubt marred by her teeth marks as she fought, to no avail, to stifle the moans and screams he provoked with each deep thrust.

/>   Her third orgasm built quickly, but the strength of it eclipsed her first two climaxes by far and she heard Will’s hushed curse as she pulled him over the edge with her.

  “Sweet God,” he murmured as her body shook and her pussy clamped on his cock. Her ass throbbed with the sweet, unfamiliar invasion and she shivered as she imagined Will taking her there. She wasn’t sure there was anything she’d ever wanted more.

  For several moments, Will held himself above her, seemingly reluctant to leave her body. He sighed heavily and stood, his now-soft cock leaving her slowly. She moaned when he pulled the butt plug out and she was surprised how much her body resisted its removal.

  “I’m going to leave the plug with you,” he said as he reached down to help her stand. Her legs didn’t seem capable of supporting her, so he helped her sit on the bench of the booth before refastening his pants and joining her.

  “Why?” she asked.

  “I want you to start wearing it. Just an hour or so each day. It will stretch you. Get you ready to take my cock there.” He studied her face, his brows lowering. “What are you thinking?”

  She grinned. “What? You can’t tell? I thought you were an expert at reading my expressions.”

  He shrugged good-naturedly. “You wore me out. I don’t appear to be on the top of my game at the moment.”

  She laughed. “You were too busy being on top of me.”

  “Minx,” he teased and she could see he was still waiting for a response to his question.

  She decided to put him out of his misery. “I was wishing you would take my ass right now.”

  He reared back slightly and groaned. “Crap. Just when I thought my cock couldn’t rise to the challenge again.”

  She glanced down and saw the outline of his erection beginning to form through his pants. She started to reach over to touch it, but he gripped her wrist quickly.

  “Not tonight,” he said. “Dammit, woman. You don’t have an ounce of self-preservation, do you?”

  She stuck out her lip in a fake pout. “Please,” she said sweetly.

  “No,” he replied and she could tell by the set of his jaw he wouldn’t be swayed. “Your ass has to be sore and I’m not about to hurt you, regardless of the fact it would serve you right for attempting to bite off more than you can chew. Wear the plug a few days and—”

  “I’ll wear it tomorrow and then tomorrow night, I want your cock in my ass,” she demanded.

  His eyes narrowed at her haughty reply, but he nodded slowly. An evil gleam lit his eyes and a smile she didn’t entirely trust crossed his face. “Have you ever heard the expression topping from the bottom?”

  She shook her head.

  “Yeah, well, I’m going to explain it to you tomorrow night when I have you tied facedown to my bed, spanking your ass.”

  She disregarded his threatening grin by flashing a mischievous smile of her own. “You’ll tell me exactly what I did wrong?” she asked.

  He looked at her suspiciously and nodded. “Yes, of course I will. Why?”

  She laughed as she answered, “I want to make sure I do it again.”

  Chapter Nine

  Nearly a week had passed since Will’s promise to tie her up and spank her, since her demand to experience anal sex. Tris and Ewan came down with the flu and she hadn’t done anything except work and take care of two of the biggest male babies God had ever created. She was worn out and sexually frustrated. Will had stopped by nearly every day and had even manned the bar one night, but they hadn’t had time to steal more than a few kisses in the back storeroom.

  She grinned as she thought about her lovely new boyfriend. Boyfriend. It was amazing how such a simple word could make her feel so happy. It had been a month since she’d started meeting with Will each morning in his office for help with her writing assignments, and just over two weeks since their first date. She still couldn’t believe how quickly things had progressed, how wonderful everything was between them. She’d always scoffed at the idea of love at first sight, but she had to admit she’d been bitten by some sort of lovebug.

  “Aw shit,” Riley groaned from behind her.

  Keira turned. “What’s wrong?”

  “You’ve got that annoying, dreamy look on your face again. God, you are such a putz.”

  Keira rolled her eyes and smacked Riley’s arm lightly with one of the napkins she was folding. “I do not have a dreamy look on my face and I’m not a putz.”

  “Face it, Kiki. You’re falling hard for the college professor. You walk around here with your head in the clouds.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “I’ve been standing behind you for two full minutes calling your name.”

  Keira paused. “Really?”

  Riley laughed. “Really. Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy for you, sis. I just have to remember to schedule in five extra minutes anytime I want to ask you a question since it takes that damn long to get your attention.”

  “Sorry,” Keira said. “I guess I have been rather distracted.”

  “No worries. All I wanted to say was I’ve laid down the law and deemed Tris and Ewan both well enough to come back to work. They’re covering the dinner shift. I’m going out and getting drunk tonight if it’s the last thing I do.”

  Keira giggled. “Funny you should mention that. I’d already decided I was going to get laid tonight if it’s the last thing I do.”

  Riley’s eyes widened as she grinned. “Careful there, Keira. You’re poised very close to the edge of losing your Miss Boring crown and joining the rest of us mortals here on earth.”

  Keira was used to her siblings teasing her about her calm manner and the fact that, according to them, she didn’t have a life. Of course, in a family of emotional, passionate, “Hey everybody, look at me” showboats, it wasn’t hard to stick out merely by trying to be the voice of reason, by being reliable. Besides, someone had to try to keep control of their crazy clan. Her mother had always known how to still the rough waters and Keira had spent the past nine years trying to do the same.

  “Okay, I’m off to set up the kitchen staff and then I’m out of here. See you later, sis.”

  “Have fun tonight, Riley. Be careful.”

  Riley kept walking and merely waved a hand over her shoulder as she went back to the kitchen.

  Keira had just finished setting up the tables for the dinner crowd when Sean walked in from school. He made a beeline for the stairs with his head down. She called out his name, surprised by his odd behavior. She hadn’t seen much of her baby brother lately and she felt a twinge of guilt at the realization. In the past, she’d always made time for him, usually as they snuck a bite together for breakfast upstairs or he’d seek her out after school to talk about his day. She tried to recall having a real conversation with him during the past month and she couldn’t.

  Shit.

  “Hey, Sean,” she repeated.

  “Hey, Keira,” he said, not looking back as he headed up the stairs. She stared at the empty doorway, confused by his swift retreat.

  She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and made a quick call to Will, letting him know she’d be coming over tonight. He made a sexy innuendo as she said goodbye and she snapped the phone closed with a grin.

  “Who are you talking to, Kiki?” She jumped at the sound of Pop’s voice behind her.

  “Oh. You scared me, Pop. I was talking to Will,” she replied, turning. Unfortunately, her father had taken Tristan and Ewan’s flu bug as a calling from God that he was supposed to be working harder than ever. “The boys are better,” she said. “They’re going to do the dinner shift so it looks like we have the night off.” She tried to make it sound as if they were both sharing in the bounty of the unexpected reprieve. Her father was becoming increasingly moody at her continued attempts at making him rest.

  “That’s good,” he said and she thought she detected a twinge of tiredness in his voice. Damn, she was right. He had been pushing too hard. “You need a night out with your
new young fellow.”

  She grinned at the thought of Pop considering Will young when her brothers went out of their way to insist he was too old for her. Will had won her father over hook, line and sinker during the past week as he’d continually stepped up to lend a hand around the pub. She wondered what her father would think if he realized her new boyfriend liked the idea of tying her up and spanking her.

  “I agree,” she said. “Actually, I think I might go upstairs and grab a quick shower. I’ll send Ewan and Tris down.”

  Her father nodded, heading off to the pub. She debated staying behind to check up on him, aware that her father still liked to take a nip of whiskey every afternoon despite the warning attached to his medication. She sighed. She was too tired to fight with him this afternoon and she wasn’t so sure the man didn’t deserve a drink. It had been a long damn week.

  Tris and Ewan were coming down the stairs as she started up. Both just grunted a hello as she passed. The apartment was quiet and she stood in the living room soaking up the peacefulness. With seven people—practically all of them adults—living in the apartment, it was unusual for the place to ever be silent.

  She headed for the shower, anxious to wash the grime of the restaurant off, but her conscience nagged at her and she changed direction at the last minute, walking instead to Sean’s room. The door was closed and again she was shocked by the strangeness of her brother’s behavior. He never closed his door.

  She knocked quietly. “Sean?” she called.

  It took a few moments for him to answer and rather than open the door as she expected, her merely replied with a, “Yeah?”

  “Got a minute? I want to talk to you.”

  “I’m kinda busy, Keira,” he said through the door.

  “It won’t take long. I just wanted to see how school was going. I haven’t had a chance to talk to you much lately.”

  “School’s fine.” His answer was short and dismissive. Something was clearly wrong.