To the Fall

by Prescott Lane

  I guess a few more days won’t kill me. “Then we play?”

  “Yes,” she breathes out.

  God, it’s so sexy how she gets breathless. I slide my hand to her breast. “I’ve got so many ideas.”

  “Um,” she moans, forcing me up. “I can’t wait for you to show me, but the next few days, I’d like to focus on you.”

  She reaches out her hand to me, and I slip my hand into hers. She leads me up the stairs into my bedroom and sits me down on the bed, dimming the lights. It’s funny to watch her. She finds some music on her phone, like she’s setting the mood. Does she not know that men don’t need all that crap? We pretty much live in the mood, but it’s sweet. I’m waiting for her to start sprinkling rose petals on the bed.

  She turns to me and lifts her shirt over her head and slides down her shorts. She has on a cute pair of black boy short panties and a matching lace bra. If those are her period underwear, that’s totally fine with me. It’s sexy in a demure way.

  She steps toward me and runs her fingers through my hair, my face buried in her cleavage. I inhale her, drinking her in. I want her. I push back and trail kisses down her stomach as she plays with my hair. She pushes me back on the bed and straddles me. I can’t take my eyes off her as she undoes the buttons on my shirt slowly, her eyes lighting up as more of my skin comes into view.

  Has any woman ever looked at me like this?

  It’s more than desire. It’s more than wanting to please me. It’s more intense than either of those things. She removes my shirt and slowly runs her fingers around my muscles. I reach for my belt, and she catches my hand and shakes her head at me.

  “I decide when you finish, how you finish,” she says.

  I chuckle. She’s going to be really fun to play with. It all just comes so naturally to her. I know she’ll enjoy the kinky stuff. “Yes, mistress.”

  She laughs. “You are so naughty.”

  I flash her my best grin, and she lifts herself up and slides down my pants until I’m laid out naked before her. “Touch me,” I say.

  Yeah, I know she’s trying to be in charge here, but let’s just face it, that isn’t ever going to happen.

  She runs her fingers up my inner thighs and my body constricts. I sit up and pull her into me, feeling her heat surrounding me through her panties. My hand goes to the back of her neck, and I kiss her hard on the mouth, her breath now my breath, our tongues wrestling with each other’s, our hips finding a rhythm. Sex with her is going to be incredible, I just know it. “You like that, baby?”

  “God, yes,” she moans. “I can’t wait for you to be inside me.”

  “I want that, too,” I say, catching her eyes, hoping she’ll relent.

  Our bodies continue to grind into each other. “I want to feel you hard, your smooth skin, your warmth,” she says.

  “You’re killing me,” I say.

  She pushes me down and straddles me, taking me into her hands and stroking me, but pushing her hips into me at the same time. It’s almost like she’s on top fucking me, only she isn’t, but I can feel her hand and watch her body.

  “Ride me hard,” I groan.

  She pushes harder, and her hand moves faster. I look at our bodies moving, her hand sliding up and down me, rubbing against her clit. What a view—flat on my back, her curvy little body on top of me, her hair falling over her shoulders, the sweet sounds of her panting. God, this girl is good, her hand and hips in perfect rhythm. She’s going to get us both off at the same time.

  “I’m coming,” she screams out, and her legs squeeze together, and just then I shoot out all over my stomach.

  “Fuck.”

  She pumps me a few more times, taking all of me, then collapses down next to me, her hand still resting on my dick, gently stroking me with her fingers. I pull her into a kiss then reach for a tissue box, but she beats me to it. “Sutton, you don’t need to clean . . .”

  “Shh,” she whispers, tossing me a smile. “I’m full-service.” I watch her hand, her fingers, the way her eyes move over my body. There’s a gentleness to her touch. Her desire to take care of me extends beyond what’s between my legs. And I let her.

  “I love you,” I say.

  She looks down at me, stunned. I’m in complete control this time when I say it. No accidental declaration, no panic after. I’ve always been a direct man; it’s time to be true to that.

  “Thought you didn’t want to discuss it?” she asks.

  “Changed my mind,” I say, smirking at her. “I plan on talking about it all the time. Telling you multiple times a day, writing you poems and sonnets. Hell, I might even tattoo your name across my ass.”

  She cracks up laughing. “Please don’t.”

  I hug her, and she melts into my body. Right when she starts to let go, I hug her a little tighter and whisper. “I love you. I didn’t know what it meant before, but now I do.”

  “What’s it mean?”

  “It means there is no one else for me. I can stop looking. It means gazing in your eyes for hours, when it feels like minutes. It means you will never give up on me, and I’ll never give up on you. It means I’ll give up all the nights on the town for dinner in the bathtub with you. It means when we fight, I know you won’t leave. It means the part of me that’s missing is found. It means forever. I’m done.”

  Her hand flies over her mouth, tears running down her cheeks. “I love you.”

  Those are my three favorite words now.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  My unpaid job as Sutton’s consultant starts today, with her introducing me to her employees. Watching her in action only makes me want her more. She handles the meeting with her staff like a pro. I’m so damn proud of her. She’s polished and professional while being kind and friendly, and I’m trying to do the same. Trying to remember the names of everyone that I’m meeting. Annie would usually help me with this stuff, but I’m on my own.

  There is one familiar face in the crowd, Dylan. She’s given up teaching to come work for Sutton, who’s allowing her to bring her baby to work some days. I look over at them chatting. Sutton takes the baby girl in her arms, snuggling her close. Damn, she looks like her ovaries just exploded and her biological clock sped up. She’s too young for that, right?

  Sutton flashes me a smile, motioning for me to come over. “This is Paisley,” she says, kissing the baby’s bald head. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

  “She is,” I say.

  Dylan takes Paisley from Sutton. “Good thing she’s cute when she’s up screaming all night and keeping mommy and daddy awake.”

  “Mommy’s giving you a bad rap,” Sutton says in a baby voice, tickling her tummy.

  Dylan looks at me. “So not kidding, my husband threatens to get the old snip-snip every night. He’s says we are never doing this again.”

  Sutton’s eyes find mine, and I know what she’s thinking. I also know she’d never say anything to Dylan about me having a vasectomy, but it clearly bothers her. “I’m sure it will get better soon,” Sutton says. “She’s only a few months old.”

  “Speaking of months,” Dylan says with a wide smile. “Haven’t you guys been seeing each other a month or so? Isn’t it time for you to dump his ass, Sutton?”

  “Don’t worry,” Sutton says, winking at me. “I have the date marked on my calendar.”

  “Me, too,” I say, giving her a wicked grin.

  *

  Tawny clearly forgot about the time change between New Orleans and New York, my cell phone ringing at seven in the morning on the weekend. Quickly, I grab it so it doesn’t wake Sutton. I whisper to Tawny to hang on a second then pull on a pair of shorts and head downstairs, figuring I’ll make breakfast for Sutton while I chat with Tawny.

  “I thought teenagers slept late,” I tease.

  “Sutton not an early riser?” Tawny teases back.

  “Sutton’s not here,” I lie. I can’t have her thinking it’s alright to ever have sex in her whole life. I’d have to kill the poor guy wh
o even dares to think about her that way.

  “Yeah, right. Annie told me all about you guys.”

  “How is Annie?” I ask, cutting up some fruit for Sutton.

  “I don’t know,” she says. “That’s why I called. Did you guys have a fight or something? I see her declining your calls.”

  Exhaling, I hate that Annie would drag Tawny into this. “What did she say?”

  “Nothing, but I can tell she wants to tell me something, but she won’t for some reason.”

  “I’m coming up there,” I say, finishing up the pineapple.

  “You don’t need to do that. Annie left, said she needed to see her family, and I’ll be home soon,” Tawny says. “I’m just worried about her.”

  “Me, too,” I say, thinking I’ve been worried for a while. Annie’s not particularly close to her family. Hell, I’m her emergency contact on all her medical and employment forms. “I’ll see you when you get home then.”

  We catch up for a few minutes before hanging up. Then I head upstairs, finding my bed empty and placing the bowl of fruit on the nightstand. “Sutton?”

  “Give me a minute,” she calls out from my bathroom.

  Huffing, I throw myself down on my bed. She’s needed these “girl minutes,” as she calls them, for days. Seems like this is the longest period in the history of periods, but I can’t really complain; she’s given me a hand job or blowjob twice a day, every day. So even though Dr. Lorraine let me off early for good behavior, the month-long sex hiatus actually held up. And the truth of the matter is, I’d wait another month to have Sutton. I’d wait as long as she needed me to. Still, I miss touching her.

  “What do you want to do today?” she asks.

  I’m too distracted by her naked body to answer. Her long legs, those perfect tits, her hair falling over her shoulder. She flashes me a smile, letting me know the wait is over. I reach out, grabbing her and pulling her down into the bed. Her laughter fills up the room. Running my fingers through her hair, I ask softly, “You’re sure?”

  She reaches down, freeing my cock from my shorts. “I think we’ve been patient long enough.”

  Taking hold of her wrists, I pin both her arms over her head. “Ready to play?” I ask, kissing her neck. Her hips buck up a little. It seems now she’s the impatient one, but I’ve learned the value in waiting, in teasing, in wanting. Pulling back slightly, I lock eyes with her. “This isn’t going to be quick.” Her bottom lip pouts, but I’m not about to rush this. I’ve waited too long. And waiting has made this moment that much sweeter.

  I kiss her little pout, gently biting her lip. Her lips part, and her greedy tongue meets mine. Kissing her is like falling. It makes your head dizzy, your heart spike, and no matter how many times it happens, you’re never prepared for the feeling, for the complete loss of control.

  But falling can be a good thing. Especially when Sutton’s my soft spot to land.

  Kissing a path down her collarbone, I pull her nipple between my teeth, giving her a gentle tug. Her back arches up as a sweet moan falls from her lips. She’s got the most perfect tits ever created. Swirling my tongue around her hard nipple, I cup her breast in my hand. God, I’ve missed her, watching her, feeling her.

  The warm, soft skin of her naked body is pink, like her whole body is blushing, and she starts writhing on the bed, moaning my name. My woman wants to get to the good stuff, but I’ve waited too long for this moment to rush it. Her hand slides down between her legs, and I grab her wrist. She knows I love watching her, but not today. “Naughty girl,” I say, giving her ass a healthy smack.

  She whispers my name, knowing that’s my undoing. Leaning back on my headboard, I pull her to me. She’s on her knees, and I grab her ass, encouraging her forward, my mouth perfectly lined up to her pussy. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, looking up at her.

  Her face makes this embarrassed crinkle, and I know she doesn’t believe me, but there is absolutely nothing more beautiful than she is right now. One swipe of my tongue over her is all the convincing she needs. I fucking love her pussy. Everything about it, the way it looks, tastes, the sounds she makes when I’m buried between her legs. And when I love something, I’m a very greedy man, sucking, licking, stroking every little part of her. First slow and soft, then fast and hard. I can’t get enough of her, and I never want to stop kissing her.

  I feel her legs start to tremble. “Don’t come,” I say.

  “I’m so close,” she whimpers.

  Usually those words are music to my ears, but not with Sutton. Never with Sutton. I never want to have to stop. Never want it to be over. But she pulls away. She leans back on her elbows and hooks her leg around my waist, pulling me to her.

  “Condom,” I say, reaching toward my nightstand.

  “I want it to be you,” she whispers, taking hold of me.

  Can’t say I put up much of a fight, my dick heavy with anticipation. Once the head of my dick feels her, I forget about anything else. Besides, I know we’re protected. I push inside, and her warmth draws me deeper. I watch her blue eyes as each inch of me glides further inside.

  “All of you,” she whispers. “I want all of you.”

  My eyes shut tightly, and I feel my soul crack wide open. I’ve never given all of myself to a woman before. They got sex, some good times, but never me. The parts of me that are fucked up. I know that’s what Sutton is talking about. She’s not referring to my cock right now. She wants it all. All the scars and broken pieces that I’ve covered so well.

  Her soft hands find my face, forcing my eyes back open, back to her. “Take it all,” I groan, my hips moving hard but slow.

  Her legs spread wide, her nails slide down my back, gripping my ass, letting me know she can handle anything I can give. I take hold of her wrists, pinning them over her head with one hand then lean down and whisper into her hair, “I love you.”

  Her body sinks deeper into the mattress with each thrust, her nipples hard, her breath quick. Her pleasure becomes my sole focus, and I’m unable to take my eyes off her—unable to keep myself from kissing the soft spot on her neck, her sweet lips. She’s pinned under me, but she’s the one that has complete control. Her muscles start to clench harder, until she’s quaking underneath me and screaming my name.

  I feel her body relax and I sink even deeper into her, pulling her breast into my mouth and caressing her with my tongue until I feel her pussy come alive around me again in a sweet little pulse.

  “You got more for me, baby?” I ask, although I already know she does.

  Sitting back slightly, the view is fucking incredible. My cock slipping in and out of her, her back arched, the smooth, perfect skin of her tits, there’s nothing like it in the world. There’s something special about the feel of a woman underneath you, the way they move, how their bodies fit into a man’s. Everything from the way she nuzzles perfectly into my side, to the way her pussy molds around my cock, lets me know I was made for this woman.

  “Yes, right there,” she says. “Don’t stop doing that.”

  “Fuck,” I groan, willing myself not to finish.

  As soon as I feel her muscles constricting from her orgasm, I let go.

  Collapsing next to her, I pull her close, resting her head against my chest. I let my fingers roam the curves of her body. The shape of this woman—soft where she needs to be, tight in all the right places, and curves that you just want to get lost in. I could stare at her forever.

  She does a seductive little stretch, her back arching, her nipples peaked. She turns her head to me. I’ve got no idea what she’s thinking, and all I can think is how much I love her. How the fuck did that happen?

  How in the hell did I not know it’s true what people say—sex is better when you love someone.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  I heard the sound of Annie’s feet coming up the stairs to my bedroom. The door to my room flew open, and Annie hopped on my bed. “Happy Birthday! Your dad throwing you one of his legendary parties?”<
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  I shook my head. “He’s out of town.”

  “He call you?” she asked.

  “Yeah, said he’d give me my gift when he got home.”

  “I bet it’s a car!”

  “I’m only fifteen,” I said.

  “Why doesn’t Vicki give it to you?” Annie asked. “Why do you have to wait?”

  “Vicki didn’t even tell me happy birthday. I think the day I was born isn’t exactly on her top ten list of things to celebrate. Plus, I think she hates she has to stay here with me now. She’s always gone on the road with him.”

  “Well, it’s on my top ten,” Annie said. “I’ll do anything you want.”

  “As long as it’s out of this house,” I said.

  “Is it really that bad?” Annie asked. “They seem cool to me. I wish my parents would party, drink, smoke pot.”

  One positive about living in my dad’s house was the total lack of rules. They didn’t care if I had a girl in my room. They didn’t care how late I came in, probably because they could out-party anyone. There were always people around—my dad’s bandmates, nightclub people, random groupies.

  Annie thought that part was cool. I never cared for it much, but it was better than when my dad left to do an out-of-town gig, and I was left alone with my stepmother.

  “Vicki’s creeping me out. Yesterday, she was sunbathing without a top on.”

  “Maybe she didn’t want tan lines.”

  “The day before, I walked in the kitchen for breakfast, and she was pouring her coffee wearing nothing but a bra and panties.”

  “That’s the same thing as a swimsuit.”

  “It’s weird.”

  “What else?”

  “Never mind. I can’t explain it.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  I’ve been off my diet for a good week now and spending all my free time with Sutton. I can’t get enough of her. She’s a craving that’s never satisfied, and it’s more than her body. The sex is off the charts, as well as on every surface of my house, in my car, and we are quickly working our way through every conceivable position, but no matter the position or place, it always ends the same way—with her in my arms.