Taking the Fall: Vol 2

by Riley, Alexa

  “I can’t last, baby, you gotta get there.” I feel Cherry’s small hand go to her clit and start to rub furiously. After two more pumps I feel her sweet pussy walls squeeze me as she cums. That’s all it takes and I cum hard and deep inside her. I’m so pent up from months away from her that it feels like every drop of fluid I had is being sucked into her tight cunt.

  I collapse on top of her with all my weight and she lets out a little squeak. Immediately I realize what I’ve done and jump off the bed. “Oh God, be still. I’ll call an ambulance.”

  I turn and try to locate my pants to find my phone.

  I hear Cherry giggling behind me as I crawl around on the floor, trying to find my clothes. “Carter, I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. Come back to bed.” I hear her patting the bed.

  I stand up and glare at her naked body. “Don’t laugh, Cherry. I forgot when I was fucking you to be gentle, and then I just crushed the baby. This is an emergency! Stop giggling!”

  I see her whole body shake as she tries to hold in her laughter and I feel like an idiot for hurting her. She raises an eyebrow at me and then spreads her thighs apart, letting me see her pussy filled with my cum.

  Suddenly I can’t remember anything I was panicking about. My entire focus is between her legs.

  “Carter, I’m fine. Come to bed and talk to me.”

  Reluctantly I give in and crawl back on the bed with her. I lie down facing her and pull her body against mine. Her hands go to my chest over the tattoo of her name and her head rests my arm, as it would on a pillow. My other hand goes to her belly and I hold her there protectively. I throw my big leg over both of hers, holding her down and as close to me as possible. I don’t want her to slip away from me. I’m not sure how she’ll take what I’m about to say. Fuck, I’m not even sure how much I’m going to tell her. But her father is going to die by my hands.

  “I was looking for your dad, Cherry.”

  I feel her stiffen but she doesn’t break eye contact. I’m not sure what she remembers from that night. When she got to see who her father really was.

  “I was in a strip club meeting an informant, and before you get all riled up, I never touched any of them. One brushed against me and that’s what you smelled on me earlier.” She glares at me but nods her head. “You know I can’t look at another woman. How could I possibly touch one? You’re my only, baby. My first and last love. Don’t ever question that.” I lean in to nuzzle her neck and give her a little bite. I like leaving little marks on her, seeing them on her body.

  She reaches up and rubs the side of my face. “Me too, Carter,” she whispers.

  “I found out some things I needed to know, but your dad is still deep underground. I spent the past three months trying to get to him and setting up a safe house for us. The house is mine. I had everything upgraded and changed out, so it’s essentially a fortress for us to live in. We’ll go there just as soon as we can. When I told you before that you were free and you were safe, you are as long as I’m alive, but I’ve got a bad feeling about what your dad has been up to these past few years. I need to know that you and my baby are safe.” I don’t want to scare her with all the details of what dear O’Leary has been doing while I’ve been in prison, but she needs to know that things have gotten serious.

  “Is this about the night I can’t remember?” she asks.

  I know this marks the start of a conversation I’ve been dreading.

  “Yes, baby, it is. That night it happened you were trying to go away with me.”

  I see the shocked look on her face and I know she doesn’t remember any of this.

  “That day your dad found out who I really was and was planning on taking me out.”

  She draws in a long breath and I rub my thumb over her lips, silencing her before she can ask. I want to get this out.

  “I knew it was coming and I couldn’t risk you getting caught in the crossfire. So I told you to pack a bag and meet me. I had never run from anything in my life but I was willing to do it for you – to save you and because I loved you. When one of your father’s men found you packing he beat the shit out of you and informed your dad. He was going to use you as bait to lure me out of hiding. He was willing to sacrifice his own daughter just to get even for my betrayal. He didn’t know but I had eyes on you, Cherry. I never let you out of my sight. I got there just in time to save you but I had to kill in the process and I haven’t regretted a second of it since it happened. I did what I had to do to keep you alive, even if it meant my going away.”

  Taking a deep breath I give her more. I need her to know her father is not a safe person for her.

  “Your dad managed to escape before I could deal with him. When I got to you, they had beat you so bad...”

  “Carter, I’m okay,” she whispers, softly kissing my lips. I realize now that I was squeezing her closer. I don’t get how she can be okay with this. It was my fault that they did what they did to her. And she is trying to make me feel better.

  “I saw your shallow breathing and called the ambulance. I waited for them to show up and take you away before I left. That’s how the cops got me for the murder. I never denied it and got a plea deal because I informed on your dad and his dealings. Now that I’m out of prison he’s out for revenge.”

  She takes all of this in and just looks at me with wide eyes.

  “That’s enough for tonight, Cherry. We’ve both had a big day, and I’m not going anywhere. Let me hold you while we sleep, and in the morning we can talk a little more, okay?”

  Reluctantly she agrees. “Okay, Carter, but tomorrow, I want everything.”

  “It’s adorable when you demand things. Now go to sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”

  It takes a while but I finally feel her give in to sleep. I lie there, just holding her for a long time before my body gives in too. Then I dream of Layla, always Layla.

  LAYLA

  Gently pulling Carter’s hand out from between my legs so I don’t wake him, I roll over and look at him. He held me so tightly last night, like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go for a moment.

  Even in sleep he looks so intimidating. He’s built like a freaking tank. Just being next to him makes me feel so small and protected. And that feeling is magnified when he takes me. His big body covers mine, controlling every moment and every bit of my pleasure. All of his big muscles strain and flex as he drives into me. It’s like my brain just shuts off, and I can lose myself in the pleasure he gives. I’ve never felt as free as I do with him.

  I can’t stop myself from tracing his tattoo of my name with my finger. Every time I see my mark on him, it makes my body break out in goosebumps. Just having Carter here right now means everything to me. Last night I tried to fight sleep. I was so afraid that if I let it take me under, I would wake to find him gone again. It would’ve broken me into a thousand pieces.

  Just when I thought I’d finished with Carter, he came back in and ripped everything I thought I knew to shreds. I’ve dreamed of this day for so long. Waking up to him, waking up with the realization that he’s mine and I’m his, feels like my dream came true. After everything he told me last night, it all feels so bittersweet. I still don’t remember much of that night eight years ago, but bits and pieces have come back to me. I know now it was Carter I was running to and that my father wanted to use me against him. I don’t know if that’s something I’ll never understand. I knew my father was an evil man but I never thought that he would direct that evil at me. I had hoped some of those nightmares weren’t true but why would Carter lie to me?

  The way he reacted when he found out I was pregnant made my heart melt. Running my fingers down his abs, I trace more of his tattoos. I keep going until I reach the sheet that barely covers him, when I see his cock twitch. Looking up I see he’s still sleeping and for once he actually looks relaxed. He looks so much younger this way, even with shadows of facial hair coming in.

  I haven’t really had a chance to explore Carter’s body. He’s always t
he one directing how things are going to go, so I’m going to enjoy these few moments while I can.

  Slipping the sheet off his cock I stare at him, trying to commit this delicious image to memory. His cock is long and thick and I swear it knows what I’m thinking. It strains towards me, as if Carter’s body is attuned to me. Getting up on all fours, I lean over and lick the head before closing my mouth around him. Carter is big and I can’t get a lot of him into my mouth. I use my hands to move along his shaft so all of his cock is being loved. I’ve never explored a man’s cock, let alone taken one into my mouth, but I’ve seen videos and read books, so I feel like I have somewhat of an understanding on what to do. I can taste myself on him from the night before. I can smell our passion, and I can’t stop the moan that I make around him.

  I hear a strangled groan rip from Carter throat, and his hips thrust forward, pushing his cock all the way to the back of my throat. His thrust causes me to gag, but I don’t care. It only spurs me on. It seems the more I suck, the easier it is to take his cock deeper. I feel his hand in my hair, gathering up the strands and wrapping them around his fist.

  “Oh, fuck, Cherry. You don’t know what the sight of your sweet mouth around my cock does to me,” he grunts as his hips start to piston in and out, fucking my mouth.

  All I can do is moan more. I had no idea doing this to him would set my whole body on fire. When I feel his hand slip up my thigh, I wiggle and try to get him to touch me more. I know it won’t take much. Just a little more, I silently plead. I drop my hips, hoping it will bring his hand closer to my pussy.

  Smack

  His hand strikes my ass and the feeling goes straight to my clit.

  “You naughty girl. You get what I give you. You keep that up I’ll take him away from you.”

  The thought of him taking his cock away from me only makes me suck even harder.

  “Oh, damn, baby, you like sucking my cock, don’t you?” he croons as one of his hands tightens in my hair. “God, look how wet you are. I bet that clit is throbbing for me, isn’t it?”

  All I can do is nod my head. It’s too hard to do anything else when I’m this turned on. His hand slowly creeps up my thigh again, and I fight the urge to dip my hips. I try to focusing on sucking. I don’t have to move much with Carter thrusting into my mouth. It’s like everything with him – he needs all the control. I knew he would take it back the moment he woke up, and my body seems to love it.

  Finally he’s there, shoving two fingers inside me.

  “Fuck my fingers, Cherry. Act like it’s my cock.”

  I do as he commands. My body always does.

  “I’m going to cum down your throat and you’re going to swallow every single drop. If you let any spill, I’ll spank your ass and maybe even your pussy.”

  His words hit me like a train and I cum. Just hearing him say that is enough to send me over. The thought of him spanking me is more than I can take. I cry out as the orgasm races through my body. I feel his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallow as fast as I can, wanting to please him. I want to show him that I can keep up with his needs, that I want him as much as he wants me – maybe even more.

  “Fuck,” he groans, pulling me to lie on top of him.

  “Damn, Cherry, I never know what you’ll do next,” he gasps and brings his fingers that were just inside me to his mouth, licking them clean.

  “Licking you off me just made me hungrier.”

  I raise my eyebrows because I’m not sure whether he’s hungry for food or for me. “I don’t think I can take another orgasm like that. You’re going to have to give me a minute,” I say, before trying to lift off of him. He locks his arm around me tightly so I can’t move.

  “And where do you think you’re going? If I want more, you’ll give me more,” he orders, but his severity loses all effect when he nuzzles into my neck. His stubble tickles my skin and makes me giggle and squirm.

  “The baby is hungry,” I pout, making Carter spring into action. He jumps up from the bed in all his naked glory. His cock is somehow hard again and I can’t help but stare at it and lick my lips ravenously. Maybe waiting so long to try this whole sex thing has turned me into a sex fiend. I can be seriously pissed off at Carter, yet I still let him do whatever he wants with me. I may be becoming an addict.

  “Eyes up here, baby. I’m not just some piece of meat,” Carter says, with a smirk on his face. I love seeing him so relaxed for once.

  I smile up at him. Waking up together, rolling around in bed, getting ready to start our day, it’s so perfect and normal. But I know this is just a moment in time. We still have so much ahead of us. Carter still has to take care of business, and he would be doing that right now if I hadn’t gotten hurt. So that means there’s still more for him to handle. This is like a splash of cold water on my happiness.

  Dropping my head, I look back down at the sheets until he’s standing over me. He lifts my face to meet his eyes.

  “Where did you just go, baby?” he asks as he strokes my jaw with his thumb.

  “I…it’s just…I know we don’t have this for long. I know there’s stuff you have to do. I have so many questions. I’m still really confused,” I whisper, hating that I have to bring this up. But I want it all out in the open. He said he won’t slip out on me again, but I’m still a little scared that he might. Now I know it’s not because he doesn’t love me, or doesn’t want to be with me, but because he has things he needs to take care of for us.

  “Baby, I’m not going anywhere and, to be honest, I don’t want to go into everything right now. Let’s face it later. This morning I want to enjoy my woman. I’ve wanted this for so long. Let’s just pretend for a little bit that we don’t have anything but this. Will you give me that this morning?”

  I nod my head and he picks me up off the bed. I wrap my legs around him and he catches my lips. I’ve kissed few people in my life but I know no one could measure up to him. His kisses are just like our sex – full force and packed with so much emotion. He tastes and takes whatever he wants. He continues to kiss me while carrying me into the bathroom and sitting me on the sink. Turning on the water, he picks me back up and puts me in the shower.

  “You do know I can walk, right?”

  “I’m just being safe, Cherry. Bathrooms are slippery and I don’t want you to fall. You’re carrying our baby.”

  I roll my eyes and Carter gives me his “do as I command look” and I just roll them again. “I’ve been taking showers for the last three months all on my own, so I think I’m fine.”

  I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth. I see the pained look on Carter’s face and I think he’s going to say something. Instead he brings his hand to my stomach and rubs it. When his eyes meet mine again, I can see how much we mean to him. It’s written across his face, clear as day. Carter isn’t a man with many faces, and the ones he gives me are nothing like I’ve ever seen him give anyone else.

  “No one will keep you from me again. Ever. I have a plan, Cherry. I’ll keep you close to me, but I’m going to finish what needs to be done. I know someone fucked with your car, so evidently they found you. I thought I hid your tracks when you took off, but it looks like I missed something. Or maybe it was me. I was selfish when I left prison and I came straight for you. I didn’t think I had any tails but I should have known they would be watching me. They knew how bad I wanted you. How nuts I went that night. They also knew the minute I took that plea deal that I’d give up anything for you. They knew I would sit in that jail cell and not give two fucks about doing that time if it meant that when I was done I would get you.”

  “Oh, Carter,” I whisper, his words bringing tears to my eyes.

  “Let me finish, Layla,” he says and places a finger over my lips. “I missed that moment when you found out you were pregnant. They took me away from here and they took that from me. I’m done with them taking me away from you. I’m going to say this one more time so you know how serious I am. I’ll never leave you again unles
s I’m six feet fucking under. You got me?”

  “Yes,” I tell him, feeling some of my worry slip from my shoulders.

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, I got you Carter.”

  “Good, baby,” he says. He reaches for the shampoo. “Now let’s get you all cleaned up so I can spend the day dirtying you.”

  “Sounds perfect,” I reply, and lean my head back into the spray.

  “But after we’re all clean you have to make your men some food. I’ll need energy to do all that dirtying up.”

  “Men?” I ask. Is someone coming over?

  “Yeah, Junior and me,” he says, rubbing my belly.

  “Hey, that’s a little girl in there. Well it better be,” I scold.

  “No fucking way, Cherry. If we have a little girl who looks like you, I’ll end up back in a jail cell.”

  “Well I sure can’t squeeze any boy you made out of my vagina. That’s not happening.”

  “Fuck me. I never even thought about you going into labor. Holy shit. I don’t think I can handle seeing you like that,” he frets, the panic clear on his face.

  I burst out laughing. This is the thing that brings panic to Carter’s face.

  “Not funny, Cherry,” he growls.

  This only makes me giggle even more, earning me a classic Carter glare.

  “Okay, okay. Get me clean so I can make us something to eat. I’m starving here.”

  Carter starts rubbing me down with soap, getting my boobs cleaner than they’ve ever been in my life. He says he’s only checking to see if they’re sensitive yet but I call bullshit. Next thing I know my nipples are in his mouth. He moves and kneels in front of me, thoroughly cleaning every part of me until I can barely stand. My body is like Jell-O when finishes. He stands up and makes quick work of his own cleaning. He deems us both clean and pulls me from the shower. He spends extra time drying me off, then hands me a shirt from the bag he brought in last night. He puts it on me and then nods his head in approval. It’s so freaking huge the sleeves fall to mid-forearm on me, and the hem is almost to my knees. This is saying a lot, because I’m a curvy girl, and all his shirts fit him like a second skin.