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With a bruising grip, I pull him back against me until I’m as far inside him as I can be, and I stay there.I fucking love it when his passage clenches around me like this.
“Oh my God,” Fallon breathes.“What are you doing?Why aren’t you moving?It feels like I’ve got a baseball bat lodged in my ass.”
I can’t help but grin.“I’ll take that as a compliment, I think.Do you love it?Do you love feeling like you’re being split open by my cock?”
“I do.I do love it.”
“I thought you would.”I thrust forward a little more, enough to make him moan.“Think you can get yourself off like this?”
“While you’re inside me like this?”
“Exactly like this.”
It’s hell not to move.I want to fuck him hard and fast.I want to pound him until he can’t see straight, until the force of it has his face shoved right into the leather and he can barely breathe.I’m so hyped up I don’t know how many strokes it’ll even take.
First and foremost, I want Fallon to get off.
He reaches down and takes hold of himself.Strong, fast strokes that call out the same desperation I’m feeling.I punctuate each of his thrusts by pushing that last little bit inside him, by removing even the smallest bit of air between our bodies.
With each pulse of his hips, he groans louder and rougher, until finally, he’s clenching around me and failing miserably at coming quietly.
I can’t say I mind, but Wes might.Something tells me the classic rock playing out in the backyard wasn’t enough to cover those sounds.I don’t fucking care.I want every person here to know Fallon is mine.
For a while, all I can do is drape myself over his body, feeling the shudders and shockwaves go through him.I kiss his back and stroke his hips, and then I slide myself out and push in again.I wrap my hand around his, pulling every last drop of pleasure out of him until his moans turn into hisses of overstimulation.
With a handful of quick, hard thrusts, I’m emptying myself inside him.
Before Fallon, I’d never fucked without a condom, but I like it.I love it.
I love him.
Call it endorphins or whatever, but as I soften and slide out, it’s an effort to take my hands off his body, to let go of the connection I feel when he’s pressing his back to my front.I want to lie here all day with my ear against this muscular back and listen to him breathe.
“I’m not letting you go,” I murmur.“Not for anything.”I don’t know if he hears me.His breathing has entered that sort of meditative place he seems to go to after he’s come really hard.His eyes are open, but I can tell he’s buzzing on good feelings.
Good.I like giving him good feelings.I want to be the one who always gives them to him.
We pull apart and dress, cleaning ourselves with a box of tissues found on Wes’s desk.I leave the lube by his keyboard.I’m sure he’ll appreciate that.
Light filtering around the edge of the window shade catches Fallon’s face, bathing his skin, his tattoos, his amber eyes, and even his hint of stubble in a golden glow.My stomach swirls with a mix of feelings.
Wes isn’t completely wrong about me and Fallon.I’m a broke college student who dates men for money.Who works at the university for free tuition.Who is thirteen years Fallon’s junior, and who’s never had a relationship lasting longer than six months.
Fallon’s a widower, he’s well off, and he’s goddamn gorgeous.He submits so beautifully, and for someone who’d only previously played around with some rough sex, I didn’t realize until now that he’s everything I want and need.
He’s like a beautiful, rare species of bird found out in the wild.I don’t deserve to keep him locked up.He’s too good.I’m also convinced it’s the only way he’ll be safe.Once I decide it’s my job to keep someone safe,I’ll do whatever it takes.
Nobody’s ever wanted to keep me before, but there’s no option this time.I’ll make sure I’m worthy of him.I’ll make sure he knows nobody can give him what I can.
I open my mouth to tell him so, to tell him how I’m falling for him, but there’s a knock on the door.
“If you two are finished destroying my office, the fucking burgers are ready, you fucking perverts.”Wes’s anger comes through the door full force.
Good.Fuck him.
Fallon blushes but doesn’t say anything.I throw the door open, making a point of not pulling up my zipper until I’ve had the opportunity to see Wes’s angry face (worth it).
“Sorry, Wes.Guess we got carried away.”
