Falling Down

by Anne Mercier

  "Don't worry. She'll get hers. Cage knows how to handle this kind of bullshit."

  I just nod.

  "Let's go to bed," he says reaching for my hand. He opens the door and I step through first and gasp in surprise. Candles are everywhere. Small tea lights to humongous five wick candles are burning throughout the bedroom creating a shadowed romantic ambiance.

  "Jesse," I whisper.

  He walks to the bed and pulls my hand so I follow. He sits, his knees spread and pulls me in between. He grabs my other hand and pulls them both to his mouth, kissing them.

  "Déjà vu--sort of," I say.

  He's got that sexy half-grin going on that exaggerate those amazing dimples. He tilts his head to the side in question.

  "It reminds me of when you kissed my hands in Chicago," I say with a shrug, a little embarrassed to mention it. He probably doesn't even remember doing that.

  He nods. "You had this look on your face, kind of surprised and dreamy at the same time. Mine was more surprise. I wasn't expecting the electricity and heat that was between us. I'd never experienced anything like it before or after--until I saw you again. I should have known it was you the minute your voice punched me in the gut."

  I smile. "Good to know my voice has that affect on you."

  "Luce, I don't like when you're upset. Let's forget all the shit going on out there," he says pointing to the window, "and let's just… be, at least for tonight."

  "That sounds like a very, very good plan."

  "Of course it does. I came up with it."

  This gets him an eye roll and he chuckles. "Let's get this off of you. You should really just sleep naked since you're bandaged up for the night anyway."

  "True, I just don't want to get this all over the bed when I'm uncovered."

  "Good thing Harley was all for keeping them covered tonight. This way I can stare at your amazing tits all night long if I want to."

  I laugh. "You're so weird. They're just boobs."

  "Oh, babe, these are not just boobs," he says, tossing the wife beater to the side and cupping my breasts. "These are works of art. I'm telling you, purely amazing."

  "Whatever you say."

  "Exactly," he murmurs then pulls me in for a kiss. It's soft and slow. He turns me and pulls me onto the bed, never breaking the kiss but making sure I don't bump my tattoos either. He's so gentle and sweet. I can't understand why he never wanted a relationship before. I guess I should be thanking my lucky stars because I was in the right place at the right time and it's me who he wants--as hard as that is to believe. It just doesn't seem real.

  I lay back carefully, my head on the pillows and Jesse pulls off my panties, leaving me bare. His eyes roam over my body, starting at my waist and working their way down. His perusal moving upwards is much slower. Finally his gaze meets mine and he smirks.

  "Definitely not 'just boobs'."

  "It's not fair that you're clothed and I'm naked."

  "Oh, I don't know," he says grinning, "I'm kind of liking this arrangement."

  "Jesse. I want to see you and touch you."

  He considers this for a few seconds then reaches for the hem of his shirt. He tosses it aside as he stands and removes his jeans. No boxers.

  "Are you serious?"

  He laughs. "What?"

  "If I had known that while we were at Harley's…"

  "You'd have tried but there's no way. You were already too sore and I definitely didn't need you exerting yourself and bleeding all over so Harley could kick my ass."

  "True. Do you go commando often?" I ask.

  "Nah. I was just in a rush earlier. You should sit up, Luce, and not lay down until you have to later."

  "Ah yes, I get to be on top," I say with a grin, pushing myself up onto my knees.

  "You do. It's hot watching you ride me. The way your hips move, your back arches, your tits bounce. That sexy look you get on your face, and when I look down to watch you taking my cock inside you--there's nothing hotter."

  My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. When he says things like that, I instantly go wet and if I'm already wet like I was a few minutes ago, I get drenched. It's not just what he says, it's how he says it. Soft and seductive in that deep growl.

  He lays back, his head on the pillows and I lean down, running my hands up his feet to his calves, to his knees, to the inside of his thighs which draws out a twitch from his already hard cock.

  "You know," I tell him, "If you'd been anyone else the first time I saw you naked, I'd have scrambled to put my clothes back on and ran the hell out of here."

  He chuckles.

  "You have to know you're huge, right? I mean, I don't have a whole lot of guys to compare it to, but damn Jesse."

  "Let's not bring your previous fucks into our bedroom."

  "This from the rockstar manwhore."

  "They never made it to my bedroom, darlin'. Just you."

  "Hmm. True. I never took a man home either."

  He raises a brow at that. "Not exactly safe going back to a strange guy's place."

  I shrug. "I was never really alone."

  "Oh that had to suck."

  I nod. "Having Max or Frank or one of the other guys around puts a damper on things."

  "I just bet," he says, his breath hitching a bit as I lean forward and run my tongue along the length of his erection.

  I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking from base to tip once, twice, three times, then lean forward to swirl my tongue around the head. He groans and reaches out to thread his fingers through my hair, getting frustrated at the messy bun, carefully removing the hair bands from my hair. He runs his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp a few seconds and I moan around his cock as I take him deeper into my mouth. Finally he's able to thread his fingers into my hair, giving a gentle tug, controlling my movements when I go too fast for his liking.

  I reach down to cup his balls, gently rolling them in my hand, pulling a groan from him. His fingers tighten in my hair and I suck him harder. He pulls my hair until I lift my head and his dick slides free with a pop.

  "What's wrong?" I ask, hoping I didn't do anything wrong. I'm no pro at blow jobs but I thought I did pretty good last time I gave him one.

  He shakes his head and smirks. "Nothing." He reaches down and with both hands under my armpits, pulls me up so I'm straddling his lap. "I just don't want to come that way. Not now anyway."

  "Well, the way I see it, you could come in my mouth now and then come inside me later. I mean, I know for a fact you don't require much recovery time." Bless the man. He's got amazing stamina, an enormous cock, and the ability to be ready for the next round within fifteen minutes. He is, as he told me once, a sex god, but I will never ever admit this to him. His head is big enough as it is--both of them.

  "I'll wait," he says, his hand trailing down my abdomen, his fingers between my legs, and then he touches me. Using just a fingertip, he lightly traces my slit, then back, back to my opening where he circles softly.

  "You're always so wet for me."

  "Unh," is the best I can do when he slides a finger inside.

  "You doing alright? Not too much pain?"

  I shake my head. "Ibuprofen, oh my God, Jesse," I gasp when he slides a second finger in, immediately hitting my sweet spot.

  He smirks bigger, his dimple winking at me again. I have to. I lean forward and lick his dimple.

  "There's my girl," he says.

  "Mmm," I love your dimples. "They're so sexy."

  "Yeah?"

  "Mhmm," I moan when his thumb begins circling my clit. I dip my tongue into the other dimple then press my lips to it in a soft kiss. What he's doing to me, oh my… I can't hold still. My hips lift and lower, riding his hand, pushing his fingers deeper into me, his thumb pressing harder against my clit.

  "Your pussy's so hot. I can feel you tightening around my fingers but, baby," he says pulling his fingers out from inside me. I gasp. "I don't want you to come yet."

  I groan in frustration
. "That's so mean."

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jesse

  "Did you really think just because you were on top you would have control?" I ask her. She just gives me a look. "You really should know better by now. You'll come when I say you can come."

  "But--"

  "But nothing. Now move up here so my tongue can finish what my fingers started." There is no coming for her until I'm ready for her to come and her coming on my fingers just isn't enough right now. I need to taste her. I need her to come on my tongue, my face. I want her to scream and beg for more. Oh yeah, she'll be begging before I'm done. Top or bottom, it doesn't matter to me. I demand control in the bedroom. She knows it. From the pout on her lips, she'd been hoping I'd let her have control so she could come.

  "Lucy, move up here. Now." My tone leaves no room for argument and she lifts to her knees, sliding her wet pussy along my chest. I hold in the groan threatening to slip through my lips.

  "Fuck, Lucy. You're so wet I can feel it on my chest. Do you know how fucking hot that is?" My cock is so hard right now I could pound nails into a two by four, I shit you not. But I'll be damned if I'm going to take my pleasure before I give her at least two mind-numbing orgasms.

  "There you go. Right over my mouth."

  "This is embarrassing, Jesse," she tells me with a blush.

  "It's no different than me going between your legs when you're on your back. Either way my face is buried in your pussy, licking and fucking you with my tongue."

  "Maybe," she says skeptically.

  "In about two seconds you're not going to give two fucks if you're kneeling above my face or not. You're going to be writhing, wanting to come."

  She raises a brow.

  I laugh, making sure to blow my breath across her pulsing clit. Yeah, I can actually see it throb. "You doubt me?" I ask.

  Her eyes widen and she shakes her head.

  I narrow my eyes. "I don't know. Seems like you're challenging me here, Luce. Like you think I can't deliver." She's really not, but fuck, I want to get her off hard.

  "I'm not, I swear I'm not."

  I grin. "Oh, I think you are. Remember what I said last time? Challenge accepted."

  I grip her thighs and pull her pussy down on my mouth, licking and sucking up her wetness.

  "So sweet. You taste so fucking good."

  She moans when I suck on her clit then circle it quickly with my tongue, her body bucks. She's really fucking close.

  "You're so god damn sexy," I tell her as I slip a finger inside her. She gasps and after working one finger in and out of her a couple times, I add a second. She throws her head back, her hair cascading down her back, her tits thrust forward and bouncing slightly as she rides my hand. It's the sexiest thing I've seen in my entire fucking life. I could look at her like this every day for the rest of my life.

  What the fuck? I am not fucking going there. Not yet. Ring or not… no.

  "That's it, baby," I say as I feel her walls clenching around my finger, her thighs tensing and shaking. I curve my fingers and rub her sweet spot and she cries out.

  "Oh yes, Jesse. Right there."

  She reaches up and starts playing with her tits. It's all I can do not to flip her onto her back and fuck her hard. That's so fucking sexy.

  "Mmm," I hum across her clit as I rub the flat of my tongue along her slit, up over her clit, then flick it with the tip of my tongue, fast and hard, my fingers working in and out of her, as she moves her hips with each thrust.

  "Jesse!" she screams. "Oh my God. Yesss!"

  Yeah baby. "Give it to me, Luce," I whisper then tongue her clit some more. Her body's stiff, her orgasm has her pussy contracting around my fingers, and then she comes.

  I wrap my mouth around her clit and opening and suck, then thrust my tongue into her. She screams again, and I work her clit with my mouth, thrusting my fingers into her, drawing out her second orgasm. God damn, this woman is so fucking hot. I nearly came from watching, feeling, and hearing her come. Jesus. I love that I can give that to her. No one's ever brought out this need, the need to bring her as much pleasure as I can, the need for her to know it's me who can give her this and no one else. No one. Else.

  She falls forward, limp, and I lift her and move her down my body.

  "We're not done, Lucy," I tell her and smack her ass. She moans. Ah, she let the dirty girl come out to play tonight. She lifts her head, but not her body.

  "Up," I demand. She doesn't comply so I smack her ass again, the other side this time and damn if she doesn't slide her pussy along my cock. Her wetness rubbing all over me. Fuck.

  "Lift." She does and I position my cock at her entrance. She sits up and looks at me, her eyes half closed, glazed over in passion.

  "This part is you. Take what you can at your own pace."

  Slowly she sinks down onto my cock, her wetness easing the way as she lowers herself down, down, until I'm balls deep inside her. Jesus.

  "Shit, Luce. Do we need a condom?" I ask. This is her decision and one I won't take from her. Yeah, it feels in-fucking-credible being bare with her around me, but it's not just my decision to make and I will absolutely respect whatever choice she makes. No resentment, no attitude. Some guys might pull that shit, but if I'm going to be in this with her, I'm all in and that means respect in all aspects of our relationship.

  When did I turn into such a pussy? Oh yeah, about six years ago when I met her in Chicago and lightning zapped through my body to my brain and cock when we shook hands. One of the scariest and best moments of my life.

  "No, Jesse. We're okay."

  "Sure?"

  "Mhmm. You feel so good, God. How is it I feel like I could come again without moving when I just did--twice."

  "Was that a question because the answer to that question is no one will ever own this body like I do. No one. No one will ever bring you the pleasure I do. Never." I lift my hips, nudging her deep, drawing a moan out of her, then she starts lifting and lowering her hips. My hands wrap around her sexy hips and, for the moment, I let her set the pace.

  "You're so damn tight," I groan as she sinks down onto my dick just a little faster than before. I'm not going to last long at all if she keeps that up but I really think I could go twice I'm so fucking hot for her right now.

  "Jesse," she whispers and I lose it.

  "Lucy, I'm going to fuck you hard right now, I need to come, but then I want you to keep going." She nods, her eyes wide. Her head tilts back when I lift my hips to meet her down thrusts.

  So hot, so wet, so tight. I slam into her hard and fast, her tits bouncing as she meets each movement, her moans driving me fucking crazy.

  "Fuuuuuuck Lucy," I moan, my hands clenching her hips hard as my balls tighten up and cum erupts from my cock. Shit. Hard and hot and I've lost my fucking mind in this woman. And I'm still coming as her hips work my cock.

  "So good, Lucy, keep going. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck," I growl as I finally stop coming. Shit.

  Her eyes are wide and I can't help but chuckle. She looks well and thoroughly fucked, a bit scared, a whole lot confused, and god damn if I don't love her with everything I've got.

  "What the hell was that, Jesse?" she asks, lifting and lowering on my amazingly still-hard dick.

  "A really fucking amazing orgasm. Shit," I say blowing out a breath.

  "How are you still hard?"

  "Yeah, you do that to me darlin'. What can I say?" I ask as I lift my hips and thrust my cock deep into her. She moans.

  "I love that sound, Lucy. The sound of your moans, knowing my cock has you feeling so good you can't hold it back."

  Her cheeks flush even more than they were.

  "It's a little late to be blushing, Luce. You had your mouth wrapped around my cock, my mouth was all over your pussy, and you've been riding me like a fucking pro for the last at least thirty minutes."

  "Good point," she says with a grin, moving just a bit faster and adding that fucking swivel of her hips.

  "Best fucking ride
of my life, right here, right now."

  "Happy to oblige," she says all cocky-like and I laugh.

  "God, I fucking love you, Lucy."

  Her eyes go wide again, then her expression softens. "I love you too," she says. "But it doesn't count during sex."

  I reach up to cup her face in my hands. "Baby, with us, it always counts. I'll never say it just for the sake of saying it or because you fuck me stupid. I promise," I say making an X over my heart.

  She makes an X over her heart then holds up her pinky. "I'm a pinky swear kinda girl."

  I nod and wrap my pinky around hers. I pull her down for a kiss. She pulls back before I'm ready for her to and I nearly protest.

  "I'll never tell you I love you if I don't mean it," she whispers.

  My heart leaps and some weird fucking feeling goes through my body. Almost as if I'm on a rollercoaster and we're plunging down a thirty-story drop.

  I nod and hold her gaze, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you," I whisper against her lips.

  "I love you," she whispers back, a tear sliding down her cheek. I catch it with the pad of my thumb. Yeah, it's a big moment, one where I'm happier than I've ever been--ever. And one where I'm scared as fuck. She could break me without meaning to, and it would be bad--so fucking bad.

  "Baby, I need to--" I tell her and she nods. "Roll with me." I maneuver us where she's on her back, rolling on the side that is tat-free, and gently onto her back, making sure none of my weight rests on her.

  She winces from the friction of the bed against her back.

  "Here," I say, sliding my arm under the free side and she rolls to that side so I can do the same to the other side. "Okay?" I ask, my forearms beneath her body, waist to shoulders, my hands gripping her shoulders gently.

  "Oh, that's so much better. The bed against my back stung."

  I nod and slowly start moving in and out of her. There will be no rushing this. Not this time. I need to show her how I feel. Words just aren't enough.

  "Jesse," she whispers, her hands cupping my face now, I steadily hold her gaze as I slowly, lazily slide my cock in and out of her.

  Jesus, who knew you could feel like this? God, I feel like my heart is going to thump right out of my chest. The way she's looking at me--unbelievable.