Still Falling (Falling Series Book 2)

by Lucia Grace

  Love? Fuck if she doesn’t have me thinking that word more and more.

  Small hands sliding down the bare skin of my chest has me coming out of my head. I pull back when I sense her need for air, then slide my lips to her cheek and up to her ear where I whisper, “Now I’m fucking starving.”

  Ace pulls her head back to look into my eyes. Confusion crossing her beautiful face. “Okay…give me about twenty minutes and the brownies will be ready, but if you can’t wait that long maybe I can—”

  My chuckle cuts her off, causing her confusion to escalate. I lean in again to whisper against the skin of her neck, “That’s not what I’m hungry for, Ace.”

  Her breath hitches when I press my rock-hard cock into her stomach and she gets my meaning.

  Thrusting my arm behind her, I push the bowl of batter aside. “Hop up.” With my hands back to her hips, I lift her onto the counter.

  Wide brown eyes take in every move I make. From when I slide down her panties and little shorts, kissing the skin of her thighs and calves as I go. To when I glide my hands up under her tank and coast my fingertips over her ribs and the side of her tits, before pulling it over her head and tossing it behind me.

  I take a small step back, taking in the glorious fucking sight of a naked Ace, writhing on the counter. Her thighs rubbing together, trying to ward off the ache my touch has caused. Knowing I can wind her up with a mere touch has me wanting to pound my fists against my chest and roar in fucking triumph like a beast. Because I did that to my girl. Me.

  “What are you doing?” Her whispered words have my gaze snapping up from her thighs.

  “Getting ready to eat.” I place a gentle hand to her soft stomach, urging her back. Then place my hands to her knees to spread her wide. Getting my first glimpse at her pretty pink pussy tonight. Fuck, she’s soaked.

  She drops back to her elbows at my silent request and then I reach over for the brownie batter and spoon.

  “Hold still, baby,” I whisper against her lips as I lean in to steal a kiss, then place the cool, batter-filled spoon against both nipples and then her lower stomach. Right over her bare pubic bone. Slathering the delicious chocolate goodness against her skin.

  A stuttered gasp passes her lips when it makes contact. “Gosh, that’s cold,” she breathes out.

  Tossing the spoon back into the bowl, and splattering some onto the counter in the process, I step back slightly then lean down to blow across the cool batter on her nipples. Trying to warm her up and cool her down all at once. Then I slide my tongue along one chocolate-covered nipple before moving to the next. Making sure to spend equal attention on each.

  She sucks in a breath as I groan out loud. “So fucking good, sweetheart.”

  “Oh, Damon.”

  Once all the batter is gone from her chest, I place open mouth kisses down between her tits, over her stomach, then down to her pubic bone where I take another taste. Ace is moaning and gasping as I go.

  I swear I’ve never tasted anything as fucking good as her.

  I breathe in deep, trying to calm down, and I catch the scent of her arousal. Without a second thought, I dive into heaven. A gasped moan flies past her lips but I don’t stop. I eat and lick and drink everything she has to offer.

  As I’m licking down to her entrance and sucking on her clit, her hands drop to my head, trying to latch on. But as usual, she’s got nothing and the counter is bare beneath her. She lets out a frustrated groan when I hear her hands slap against the granite.

  “I swear you taste better and better every time I eat you, baby. So fucking good. And all fucking mine.”

  I growl when she whimpers her agreement and go back to devouring her. Clit to lips to entrance and back. Looking up, I see she’s back up on her elbows and watching me. Giving me her eyes just like I always fucking crave. Jesus Christ this woman.

  My dick almost punches through my shorts into the cabinets below when I catch sight of her deep brown eyes almost black with lust. Not being able to take not being inside of her for another second, I thrust two fingers into her pussy without warning while swirling my tongue in tight circles over her clit.

  On a final flick and thrust, she explodes with a scream. The sound ricocheting off the walls around us.

  After licking her through her orgasm, I stand to my full height, licking my lips. Making sure to get all of her taste. Not wanting to waste a drop.

  I look down at Ace, still sprawled across the cool granite, panting so hard her stomach quivers. She huffs a breath then licks her lips before speaking. “That was…wow.” Her tone full of awe. “I never knew you could do so much with chocolate,” she adds as she sits up. Her bare tits in my face. My throbbing cock briefly forgotten when my mouth waters at her still puckered nipples.

  I reach out to tweak one but she bats my hand away.

  “My turn.” She smiles with a hungry look in her eye. Her plump bottom lip trapped between her teeth, that small gap just visible, wreaking havoc on me as she looks up at me through her lashes. Then she jumps from the counter, drops to her knees, and pulls down my shorts and boxer briefs in one go.

  Palming my dick, she strokes my shaft and cups my balls.

  Then she’s taking me to the back of her throat. No chocolate needed. And she gives me as good as she gets.

  “Damon,” I call through the house as I walk through the door. His truck’s out front so I know he’s home, but he’s nowhere to be found.

  I walk into the kitchen to find it empty. Since I walked through the living room I know he isn’t in there, so I turn down the hallway and head toward his bedroom.

  Stopping in my tracks, I find him standing in the middle of his spacious master suite. Candles are lit on his dresser, my favorite flowers sit on top of a new vanity table, and a sly smirk covers his handsome face. Dimples denting both cheeks.

  I sigh at the sight of him then my eyes widen in shock when the scene starts to register in front of me.

  “Damon…what’s going on?” I lift a hand to my chest. Feeling my heart beat a frantic rhythm against my ribcage.

  I scan the room and bring my eyes back to him when I catch movement from the corner of my eye.

  Stopping less than a foot in front of me, he clasps my face in his big hands. “Welcome home,” he whispers before lowering his lips to mine for the gentlest kiss he’s ever given me.

  Air escapes my lungs in a whoosh and I step back. “Wh—what…”

  With his hands still holding my face, I look around the room. Taking it all in and trying to find the words that escape me.

  “Stay with me.” His softly spoken plea has me swinging my eyes back to his. I search his face, trying to find his meaning, but I still can’t form a coherent thought, let alone form a sentence.

  Shaking my head, I grasp his wrists and pull his hands from my face. Trying to make sense of what is going on and taking a second to think.

  “What?” Clearly, the few seconds I took weren’t long enough because that’s all I can ask. But seriously, what?

  He swallows hard before answering. “I want you to stay with me. In this bedroom. In my house. I want you to stay so we can make it ours.”

  The air is knocked from my lungs for a second time tonight.

  “Listen.” He licks his full lips before continuing. “You’ve already been staying here for the past couple of months. We’ve practically been living together ever since. And ever since we discussed there being an us we fall asleep together in one room or the other. So why not? Why not move in with me, share this space with me?”

  “Damon…even though I’ve been staying here all this time, and we’ve decided to be together, this is still a huge step. Are…are you sure this is what you want?” I feel my eyes widen, waiting for his answer. Hoping and praying that he means everything he’s saying.

  Fierce hazel eyes meet mine and keep me captive. “I can’t imagine going one day without you now. And ever since the other day, when you mentioned leaving, I haven’t been able to think abo
ut anything else.”

  He’s talking about last week when he came home from work one day and I mentioned that it may be time for me to head back to my apartment. My ankle was better. My headaches were few and far between. My shoulder was fine. I was fine. He got really quiet after that night, but I didn’t think anything of it. Now I know this is what was going through his mind.

  “I tried to picture this place without you and all I felt was emptiness. I want to wake up to your beautiful face each morning, Ace. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms after being deep inside of you. I want to spend our days together, with you drawing or baking and me playing my guitar and singing to you.”

  Tears well in my eyes and begin to fall. His sweet words going straight to my heart, marking it as his. Forever. “I want to come home to you after a long shift on duty, either in the kitchen making dinner or keeping our bed warm waiting for me. I want every single day with you, sweetheart. Will you give that to me? Will you stay here and move in with me?”

  With a speech like that, how could I ever say no?

  “Gosh, Damon.” Then without another word, I slam my lips to his, answering without words.

  If there was ever a time I wanted to utter the words “I love you”, it would be now. But I’ll save them for another time, and just bask in the love he doesn’t even realize he’s giving me in this kiss and in him asking me to stay.

  Ace and I are sitting around the small Christmas tree we picked out and cut down together. And when I say ‘we’, I mean she picked it out and I cut it down. I’m sitting on the couch while she sits on the floor, sorting through the pile of gifts we just opened.

  Somehow we managed to overbuy and fill half the living room with gifts and stocking stuffers, even with it just being the two of us.

  I shake my head as I look her over. My PBPD T-shirt swallowing her small frame, pooling at her waist. I notice a wrapped box near her bare thigh. The creamy skin temporarily distracting me from asking what it is.

  “Looks like we forgot one,” I say, pointing at the gift.

  She shakes her head.

  “It’s for you,” she murmurs quietly. I just look at her, confused, because I thought she already gave me everything. The new Beats by Dre wireless headphones, guitar picks, and clothes were more than enough. “But I’m not sure I want to give it to you now.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I’m afraid you’ll think it’s stupid,” she replies, looking up at me with wide, unsure eyes. She’s nervous about this last gift and I have no fucking idea why, because I know no matter what’s inside this perfectly wrapped box that I’ll love it. Because it came from her.

  Leaning down, I grab the box and give her a look when she tries to protest.

  When I finish shredding the paper and open the box, my heart stalls in my chest before picking back up at breakneck speed. I freeze, my hands hovering over the picture staring up at me.

  I lick my suddenly dry lips, look up to see Ace fidgeting in her spot on the floor, before reaching in to gingerly grab the framed sketch.

  Ace’s sketch.

  Of me.

  She clears her throat and I look up. Still in fucking awe. “I know it may seem silly to have a picture of yourself, but as soon as I saw you playing I knew I needed to draw you. And you’re the toughest person to buy for, so I went for the sentimental gift.” Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth. That small gap peeking out, wreaking havoc on me.

  She still seems unsure and I want nothing more than to ease every fucking worry she could ever have. “It’s perfect, sweetheart. Absolutely perfect.”

  Just like her.

  I look back down to the frame in my hands. To the perfectly drawn sketch of me, guitar in hand. My head is down, my left hand strumming over the strings, my right hand clasping the neck. I can almost hear the song I was singing in this very moment she so perfectly captured on paper. It’s the night, our turning point, when I finally claimed Ace and gave her as much of me as I’m capable of.

  Blowing out a deep breath, I stand and take a step to Ace’s sitting form. She isn’t looking at me, but her eyes lift to mine when I put my hand out for her to take. Once she places her small, fair hand in my calloused, darker one, I gently pull until she’s standing before me.

  I fist her long, brown hair at the base of her neck. Tugging her head back as I bring my other hand to the small of her back. Raising her eyes to meet mine, and bringing her lush, soft body against all my harsh lines and grooves.

  “Merry Christmas,” she whispers right before I lean down, tasting the smile on her lips.

  I peck her full lips once, twice, three times before I dive in and claim her mouth like I want to claim her body. Slow, deep strokes of my tongue turn deep and hungry when she nips my bottom lip. I could kiss Ace every second of every day and never tire of it. Her taste, her sounds, the feel of her plump lips and soft, wet tongue.

  Gliding my hands down her body, I bend my knees slightly and grip the backs of her thighs. Lifting her feet off the ground. Bringing her closer.

  She clings to me. Her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. My hands cup her ass, keeping her close. I can feel the heat of her pussy searing through my T-shirt.

  I start walking us down the hall and into our bedroom, our lips never severing their connection.

  Laying her down, I make quick work of stripping out of my clothes as she does the same. Neither of us taking any time for foreplay. Before long we’re both naked and I’m covering her gorgeous body with mine. Our lips seeking the others.

  Heavy breathing and soft moans fill the air around us. Her small, soft hands roam over my shoulders, down my back, then up again to glide down my biceps and forearms. A growl rips from my chest when her hand reaches between us, grabbing my rock-hard dick.

  I can see the hunger in her eyes as she starts to pump my shaft in her hand. But that’s going to have to wait, because I’m fucking starving.

  After slamming my lips down on hers for one more bruising kiss, I start sliding down her body. My tongue tasting each curve as I go. When my knees hit the floor at the foot of the bed, I tug her by the ankles then part her knees. Her breath stutters past her lips. Her chest heaving, making her beautiful tits bounce with each exhale.

  “You ready for my tongue, sweetheart?” I breathe against her heat. The scent of her arousal infiltrating my senses, making me salivate.

  A strangled moan passes her plump lips as she tosses her head back. I guess that’s a yes.

  Not taking one more second, I dive in. My mouth taking her whole. Incoherent sounds and gasps of pleasure surround me, but I don’t let up. I lick and suck and nip every inch of her delicious pussy. Paying special attention to her clit.

  A frustrated groan tumbles from her lips when she tries to grab my hair, but comes up empty-handed. I fucking love when she does that, and it never fails. Every—single—fucking—time. She grips for my head, but has nothing to hold onto, so she reaches down and fists the sheets below her.

  She looks down at me when she’s on the brink of losing it. Knowing I want her eyes on me when I bring her over the edge. As her breathing turns quick and shallow, I glide my right hand up her leg. Inserting two fingers into her entrance right as I suck on her clit. Hard. She explodes instantly. Her greedy pussy sucking my fingers in as far as they can go. Her slick bundle of nerves pulsing beneath my tongue.

  Ace heaves a satisfied breath. I smile wide as I climb up her sated body. Kissing and sucking my way back up. Making sure to stop and pay attention to the handful of tits I can’t get enough of.

  Attempting to raise her arms to wrap them around me, she barely gets them off the bed before they flop back down on the mattress with a thump.

  “That good, sweetheart?” I taunt her. Smirking. She just nods, agreeing without any fight. I must have blown her fucking mind if she isn’t trying to fight me on my arrogant comment.

  “The best,” she breathes out. My cockiness evaporating into thin air at her
reply. Fucking Christ this woman. Two words and she has me melting like a goddamn pussy.

  My need to take her hard and fast dissipates when I slide into the tightest, sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever felt. The need to savor this moment taking over. My eyes lock on hers and never falter as I start pumping into her. Hard, deep, long strokes at an agonizingly slow pace.

  A look crosses her face. It’s soft and tender, just like her. It looks like she wants to say something. Something that she has yet to say to me but I know she feels. But just as quickly as the look was there, it vanishes and in its place is the look of want, need, and hunger.

  “Harder,” she moans then gasps as I surge forward at her demand. Bottoming out and bumping her sweet spot deep inside her.

  “Like that?” I grit out between clenched teeth. Making myself forget that one look and stay in this moment.

  “Uh…uh-huh,” she stutters through a groan.

  Dragging my hands from her tits to her legs, I grab hold of her left thigh, my fingers denting her skin, and raise her right leg to hitch it over my hip. Bringing me impossibly deeper still.

  We both groan in unison.

  “Fuck, sweetheart, nothing has ever felt this good.”

  With a firm grip and a steady pace, I start pounding into Ace. Giving it to her just like she loves. Deep and hard.

  When I’m on the brink of blowing, I abruptly pull out, causing her to groan her protest. But it’s quickly replaced with a yelp when I take her lush hips into my hands and flip her to her stomach. And like the good fucking girl she is, she tucks her knees up and sticks her gloriously round ass into the air. Knowing exactly what I want.

  “Fuck, Ace. This ass. This motherfucking ass.” Grabbing a handful of each cheek I spread them wide, getting a look at her pretty pink pussy and the tight ring of her asshole. We haven’t gone there yet, but I’m fixing to change that. “So fucking tight and all fucking mine.” I punctuate with a slap to her right cheek before I’m grabbing a handful again and slamming home.

  “Yes!” she screams before burying her face into the pillow below her head. Muffled moans and screams fill our bedroom as I let go and pound into her relentlessly.