Page 46 of The Fallen Man
Katie dove into the bathroom and scrambled through the contents of her medicine cabinet. Finally, at the back, she found the dusty box of condoms.
She returned to the bedroom and held up the box triumphantly. The light from the window made high contrast squares of light on the floor and across Jackson’s body. He was lying in the middle of her messed-up sheets like he was a goddamn work of art. His tattoo was a dark smear down his hipand leg, and she had every intention of investigating that more closely. But probably only after she’d fucked him again.
“Proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she said, prying open the cardboard. “They haven’t even expired!”
She could see in his face that he was laughing at her, but he crooked his finger at her and beckoned her back to the bed. She pulled a condom out and dropped the box on the floor. She clenched the edge of the foil wrapper in her teeth and crawled across the bed to him. He looked like he enjoyed that approach.
“Let’s see,” she said rising up on her knees, “does it go here?” She flopped the little package onto his chest. He was grinning but shook his head. “No? Not there. Maybe here?” She crawled across his chest, dragging her lips and then breasts over his stomach. He let out an animalistic growl. She liked when she made him a little wild, but she wasn’t ready to let him have his way yet. She put the condom on his knee. “No, not there.” She straddled him, so that she was sitting on his chest backwards. She looked over her shoulder at him. “Wait, I think I see where it goes.”
She dipped down and licked his cock. He let out a shocked breath and his dick stood up straight like she’d given it a jolt of electricity. She lifted her ass in the air and gave him the best possible view while she sucked his cock.
“Jesus, fucking, yes,” he groaned, arching his hips up into her mouth. At least she thought that was what he was doing, then he grabbed her hips and pulled her back. She gave a yip of surprise as she felt his mouth on her pussy. She gave it another few minutes, trying to concentrate on his dick and at least provide some payback for the filthy pleasure he was giving her, but it was too difficult to think straight. And finally, she grabbed the condom and used one hand and her mouth to open the wrapper.
“Oh God,” she whimpered as he slid his finger along her clit.His tongue fluttered inside her and she ached for more, but he was torturing her on purpose.
Panting, she unrolled the condom onto his dick. Her hand was shaking—she wanted him that bad. She moved away from his mouth, although it took a lot of willpower. She intended to go reverse cowgirl on him, but he grabbed her hips.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “I want to see your face.”
Caitlin stared down at his dick, trying to absorb his words. He wanted to see her. It was the nicest thing someone had said to her in months. She spun around and posed above him.
“You want to see this?” she said, looking down at him. A wide grin spread over his face.
“Fucking yes, I do.”
Caitlin couldn’t stop a giggle from escaping. She sank slowly down onto his cock and her head rocked back in ecstasy. He matched her feeling with a groan of his own. How could he possibly feel this good? She started slowly. Rocking against him gently. He was big—she didn’t think she could go straight to hard thrusts without hurting herself.
His hands moved up her thighs, caressing her, not pushing her to go any faster, more like he was enjoying the ride just the way it was. His thumb brushed over her breast and she leaned forward, putting her hands on his chest. He cupped her breast more fully, while the other hand went to her waist. He began to give her a little extra thrust as she came down.
“Oh fuck,” Caitlin gasped, and he grinned. He began to thrust harder, and then his hands were on her hips, holding her tight. It felt so incredibly right that she couldn’t even think. She could only move with him. Caitlin felt drunk as the world seemed to spin, and she pushed on his chest, riding him harder. She couldn’t believe he was going to make her come again. This entire evening seemed surreal. He gave her nipple a tiny pinch, and she squeaked and leaned into him. She was so close. Soclose, but she needed more. His hand slapped down onto her ass, and the suddenness pushed her over the edge. She came, gasping his name, and he pulled her down onto the bed and nailed her like a jackhammer before coming with a groan.
She stared up at the ceiling and tried to remember the last time she’d felt so completely and utterly satisfied by sex. She came up with the answer of never.
“You can keep my coat,” he said, picking up his head from the pillows.
“I’m not really here for the coat,” she said and he laughed a tired chuckle. He ought to be tired. He had just put in a full night’s worth of manual labor on her body.
He pressed his face into her and kissed her temple.
“Katie, you’re a goddess.”
She thought for a moment about correcting him from Katie to Caitlin, but what was the point? Katie St. Cloud was making it work. Katie was probably a better person anyway. Caitlin Granger didn’t exist anymore.
8
Caitlin
The Next Morning
They were snuggled together and she was drifting off to sleep when she felt him slide out of bed. She waited for a few minutes, listening to him dress and tried not to feel miffed that he didn’t have the decency to say goodbye. He seemed to dress in a hurry and jogged down the stairs. She rolled over and blinked at the clock it was nearly four in the morning.
She rolled back over and tried to assess if her feelings were hurt that he hadn’t stayed the night. She had gotten around to just deciding she was too tired to think about it when she heard him come back up the stairs.
“Had to put some money in the Jamal,” he said, stripping off his pants and climbing back into bed. She realized that he was only partially dressed his in shirt and pants, socks and underwear were still distributed across the floor.
“Did he go home?” she asked.
