by LK Collins
Her tongue sweeps against mine, and I want to deny this is real. I must be dreaming. Something that feels this good . . . tastes this good . . . can’t be happening. Yet, it is real. She is real. She is a dream come true.
Fallon and I can barely make it through the front door of the condo when we finally get back from our hike. The feeling of being honest with her after all this time and that she reciprocates it is unreal.
And now, here we are, staring at one another, the look in her eyes is what I’ve always hoped it would be. We are standing in the living room, both of us frozen as we take in this moment. I wonder if she’s as terrified as I am.
Fallon has her palm flat against her heaving chest, and she looks a little wild, unsure. “I’m nervous.” Her words are barely a whisper, but they are enough.
I place her other hand over my chest. The thudding inside me is crazy, and her warm touch makes it that much more powerful.
“Should we wait?” she asks. I want to scream no, but I manage an inkling of restraint and give her a tiny shake of my head, knowing waiting would literally kill me.
“How do we do—” I cut her off mid-sentence. My lips form over hers like they did the first time we kissed, and the softness sends excitement running through me. There is no rulebook. There is no way to plan what you’ve waited your whole life for. So, I go with my gut.
Her body melts in my hold, and I slide my free hand up to cup the base of her neck and thread my fingers through the back of her hair. Our tongues are tangled together, and in one swift movement, I lift her up and carry her to my bed. Gently, I lay her down, looking at her so willing and ready for me.
Fuck, this can’t be happening.
For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted this more than anything but never once did I think it would actually come true.
My hands can’t seem to touch enough of her, or to move fast enough or hard enough. My shaft is throbbing; the anticipation is too much to handle.
She nips the end of my tongue, and I groan into her mouth.
Jesus Christ, I want her.
Needing to feel her skin against mine, I sit up and tear my shirt over my head. She does the same, and as we both take our pants off, my world flips upside down.
This is really happening. Fuck, there is no stopping this.
Cum drips from the end of my dick as she removes her bra, and her eyes watch the tiny bead. When she runs her tongue over her bottom lip, I almost break. My mind is spinning, and a thousand different thoughts are coursing through it.
And as I contemplate my next move, still lost in the perfection that is Fallon’s body, she grabs my cock. I’m frozen. Everything inside me is in chaos, but I can’t seem to move. She kneels down and wraps her lips around the tip.
“Oh fuck!” I groan, watching her skilled mouth take me all the way in, causing my balls to tighten. I watch in awe as she bobs up and down on me, making my body already scream at me to let go.
My breathing is strict and ragged, and I knot my fingers into her hair to anchor myself.
God, she sucks me so good.
She has my orgasm at her fingertips, and I back away. It earns me a small noise of disapproval, but this is just the beginning. I pin her to the bed with my hips between her spread thighs. My dick rests atop of her perfect pussy and my chest presses against hers. This is right where I want her.
I should ask about a condom, but her legs tighten around me as she rocks her hips against me. I need to have all of her. Before another thought can cross my mind, she shifts again, connecting our two bodies. Her pussy is sopping wet, so hot and tight as I fight to get as deep in her as I can.
Once I’m balls deep, I don’t move. I can’t. My orgasm is knocking at my door. This is what I’ve been waiting so long for.
Then Fallon begs me, “Fuck me with your big cock!”
And with those words I begin to pump her, fearing my cum will blaze from me at any moment. But nothing is gonna stop me from making her scream my name.
My mouth is back on hers, our tongues teasing, every stroke matched with my thrusts about makes my balls explode.
Fallon moans the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard as her pussy is clamping and restricting around me. My thrusts are long and hard, giving her every bit of me. She takes it all.
Her arms and legs are knotted around me, her body trembling beneath mine. The need to let go is strong. I arch my body up and look down at her beneath me. Her eyes are on mine while we fuck, and I know there is one thing that will make this perfect.
Leaning back down, I flip us both over, giving her complete control. She giggles, my arms behind her and as she places her two hands on my chest, scooting up and in position before she beings to fuck me.
Jesus, could she be any hotter?
Her tits are so sexy, bouncing with every movement. She takes all of my shaft, and I let her have it. She can have anything.
She pinches both her nipples riding me, and I grip her thighs, pulling her down on me as I rise to meet each of her thrusts with one of my own. My cum is unbelievably close. I fight letting go with everything I have, but then she throws her head back, and her body clamps around mine, tiny ripples squeezing me. Her coming has got to be the sexiest thing in the world. Her noises are loud, and they break my restraint. I hold her to me as I grind up into her. Then my cock swells painfully before my cum shoots inside her.
She rides me wildly, both of us letting go together, giving me the most intense orgasm of my life.
And right now, I can’t think of a more perfect moment. If I were to die today, I would not have a single regret. This woman completes me; she is my world.
17
Fallon
Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I don’t think I’ve ever worn a more beautiful dress. We finally found some time to go shopping earlier today, and Parks picked out the most gorgeous long and light blue number. The color reminds me of his eyes and the color they turn when he’s inside me.
Sex with him is unreal. The intensity that we share is wild, and his cock . . . oh my God, his fucking cock is huge and the way he works it will surely be the death of me.
I shake my head, clearing the dirty thoughts. But that’s what he does to me, and I’m so happy for his overdue confession.
Taking in a deep relaxing breath, I try to get used to the new reality that there is so much more between me and Parks is crazy.
So I remind myself to let go of my past. Particularly tonight, with Parks being recognized. There will be no thoughts of Leo or losing my job or the baby growing inside me. Instead, I’ll think only about me and Parks, our newfound relationship, and the huge accomplishments he’s achieved. Plus, I want to show him how much he means to me and how extremely appreciative I am for everything he’s done.
He is truly my rock. Without Parks, I don’t know where I’d be. Thinking about not having him churns my stomach, and I don’t like it. I don’t want to imagine life without him—ever, and now that I know the truth, I have a small amount of hope inside me that I didn’t have before.
He comes out of the bathroom, and the second my eyes land on him in a sleek black tux, which clings to his every muscle perfectly, my mouth goes dry, and butterflies go crazy in my stomach.
“You look gorgeous,” he tells me and comes in close, standing right in front of me.
“You, too,” I stammer, finding myself honing in on his lips, remembering all the wicked things he can do with that mouth. Slowly he licks them and asks, “Could you help me with this?” And hands me his bowtie.
“Sure.” I tuck it beneath the collar of his shirt and work the small strip of fabric into the knot my father taught me years ago.
His phone buzzes, and he pulls it out to check the message. “The limo is here.”
“Then let's go.”
He gives me a small kiss before interlocking our fingers as we head outside. The driver is indeed waiting for us.
“Thank you,” I tell him as he opens the rear door.
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sp; “Yes, ma’am.”
We both get situated in the back of the car, and I’m not really sure what to do. The tension between us is thick. Just like every single second has been since our confession of love. Parks tickles my arm with his skilled fingers reminding me of sex with Parks. He is unreal, everything about being with him is perfect. My only regret is I didn’t confess to him sooner. Even if he really had a girlfriend, I should’ve been honest a long, long time ago, as he should have.
“Are you okay with everything?” he asks me.
I nod and tell him, “I am. Finally knowing the truth makes me very happy.”
“I’m sorry, again.”
“Don’t be. You have no idea how extremely happy I am.”
“And so am I, but I’m still so sorry I lied, Fallon.”
“Don’t be; I get it.”
He leans in and pecks his lips against mine, all the blood rushing between my legs. My hand instinctively grips onto the back of his head, holding him closely and making the kiss last.
“I want you,” he whispers. Those three little words turn me on, and he groans, kissing me harder.
I’m clapping louder than the rest of the people around me—even his mom and dad—as Parks accepts his award, but I don’t care. I don’t think I could be more proud of him. His aptitude for photography is hands down unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The pictures he’s being recognized for, which are also going to be featured in next month’s issue of National Geographic, are from the peak of Mt. Rainer in Washington.
His mom and dad both have tears in their eyes. Parks comes back over to us with a huge grin on his face, and I can’t help myself from embracing him tightly. He holds me back, and as we pull away, he drops a kiss to my lips before turning to his parents.
I blush, not sure what to do. I didn’t really expect them to be here, all though I should’ve.
“Are you sure you don’t want a glass of champagne?” his mom Barbara asks me.
“Oh, yeah, I’m good. Thanks.”
“So are you two dating?” Frank asks, and Parks gives him a crooked glance.
“We are,” I tell them, knowing we both love each other so that really only means one thing.
Parks slides his hand behind my lower back the same way he’s been holding on to me all night, and I don’t think I could want him more than I do in this moment.
“How long?” Frank asks, and Barbara scolds him. “Give them some time; I’m sure it’s new.”
He shrugs, and a photographer comes over, asking, “Can I get a picture?” We all huddle together, and Parks holds his award while we smile as flash after flash bombards us.
“Thank you,” the man says before walking off.
“Do your parents know?” Frank asks me.
“No, not yet.”
“I can’t wait to tell them we were the first to find out,” Barbara says.
“Well, it literally just happened.”
“And it’s about time,” Franks adds, and we all laugh not just because of his outburst but because he is a little drunk, too. “I’m going to the bar,” he grumbles, and Barbara follows after him.
“I love your dad’s bluntness.”
“He’s known for years that I love you.”
“You talked like that about me?” I turn to him and wrap my arms around his waist so I can look up at him.
“Fallon, I’ve done so many things surrounding you, you’d think something was wrong with me.”
“Like what?” I ask, inquisitively.
He leans down and whispers into my ear, “Like the other day when you needed toothpaste, I was jerking off imagining you.”
“You were?” My insides warm by his confession.
“Did you do that a lot?”
He nods, pulling me even closer so I can feel how hard his cock is against his dress pants. “Now, I’m trying to wait ’til later to be with you, but my dick has been hard all night finally being able to touch and kiss you.” I love his openness almost as much as I love the control I have over him.
“Can I suck you, like I did this morning?” I ask quietly. His forehead creases and he shakes his head before sliding out of my hold and taking a seat at our table.
“Please don’t.”
“What?” I slip into my seat next to him and scoot a bit closer.
“Don’t talk like that.”
“Why?”
“Because my control is paper thin.”
Under the table, I slide my hand up his thigh and cup his shaft through his pants. I swear I can feel his sharp intake of breath in my core.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
I shake my head, and he looks down at me through his hooded lids and then grumbles. “Do you want to get fucked right here on this table for everyone to see?”
I swallow, not entirely opposed to the idea. The thought of others seeing us turns me on, but then I’m reminded his parents are here, so I let go of his shaft.
“Don’t touch me for the rest of the night,” he says, and I giggle.
18
Fallon
My fingers deftly work the buttons on his shirt, and he reaches behind me for the zipper of my dress, yanking it free. The second it’s unzipped, my dress falls down my body, and I stand with only a pair of panties on. Parks gives me that look, which is loving and has grown to be my everything, and then swoops me off my feet and carries me to the bed. Gently, laying me down before aggressively yanking my panties off.
A tiny groan leaves his throat once I am completely naked and like usual, we can’t seem to move fast enough. Our hands are all over each other’s bodies. I fumble with his pants, his scent intoxicating me. I just want to get to his cock.
He cups my breasts in both hands as I work to get his pants undone. He kicks them off and then leans down and teases one of my nipples with his skilled tongue. I push my breast into his face and reach into his boxer briefs to grab his shaft. He grunts from the friction and sits up, pulling his briefs all the way off. My eyes are on his dick. I need it, but before I can coax him toward my mouth, he slides down, dragging his tongue along my slit, tasting me.
My body tingles, and I whine, almost forgetting what we were doing. Then, as he spreads me open with his fingertips and kneels beside me, I clench his shaft as he flicks his tongue over my clit. Fuck, I want his dick in my mouth. Pulling him toward me, he scoots on top of me. We are now in the sixty-nine position as he tenses the second that my warm mouth forms around the tip.
“Oh fuck,” he grumbles against the skin of my thigh, and I bob aggressively. His cock is straining, bent back a little, but Jesus he tastes so good in my mouth. He spreads my pussy open again, and this time he sinks a finger inside me. I hum in approval, rocking my hips, urging him. Then he adds a second finger, and I have to stop sucking him. I’m pinned beneath him, helpless as he fingers me, my orgasm could happen at any moment. So, I keep stroking his shaft, but it must be too much for him because he suddenly stops.
He sits up, studying my body. I try to calm my breathing, but that familiar orgasm feeling is so close that it’s almost impossible. I let out a moan as he settles in the cradle of my thighs and rocks into me without giving me what I want. His big shaft slides through my folds as he prepares to enter my wet pussy. Fuck he is hard, and the intensity of his teasing forces my body to arch upward as I relish in every inch of him that slips inside of me.
“Is this for real?” I ask, and he nods, his messy hair and sweaty body are so fucking hot. I moan, gripping onto his ass as he pushes deep and then pulls almost all the way out. Parks licks and nips along my shoulder and neck as he plunges in again, grinding against my clit.
My nails dig into his skin, demanding more, and he grunts loudly, slamming me so roughly that I shudder. “God, yes, Parks,” spews from my lips as I beg him for more, and I’m sure we are in for a long night.
He keeps riding me, pumping in and out of me so perfectly, I quiver, closing my eyes. He has my orgasm teetering on the edge, and I don’t want
to let go because I don’t want to stop, but again . . . I’m helpless.
He pushed me out of this world, my pleasure so powerful my entire body burns the second I come. His groans are rough and by far the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard, and in this instance, I know my life will never be the same. I’ve never felt anything more powerful or seen a more sexy sight than the one I’ve been so gracious to witness when being with Parks.
“Fallon?” Parks nudges me awake and then hands me my cell phone, which is ringing rather loudly.
It’s my mom, but it’s too early, so I hit the ignore button. Parks climbs back into bed, and I roll over, meeting him face to face.
“She’s just gonna keep calling,” he tells me, and I ignore him, too. I’m much more interested in running my hands over his body beneath the covers. He’s still naked—as am I—and I grasp his cock. My phone rings again, ceasing any and all movements.
“She’s called like five times; it woke me up.”
Reluctantly, I answer my phone, not wanting to stop what Parks and I are doing, especially to deal with my mom, but she can be relentless when she wants something.
“Hello?”
“Oh, thank God. How are you? Did he hurt you?”
“What? What are you talking about, Mom?” I push up, so I’m sitting and glance at Parks, who’s looking at me with questions in his eyes.
“Leo! It’s all over the news. I’m so sorry, Fallon, I had no idea.”
“Mom, I’m fine, no one hurt me.” Parks sits up next to me, and I whisper, “Will you turn on the news?”
“Where are you? I went to your house,” my mom says.
“Calm down, Mom, I’m fine. I promise. I’m not with Leo anymore. We broke up a while ago.”
“What? Where have you been staying then?”