Page 64 of Secrets We Fight
He barked out a laugh. “It was all I could think of. I couldn’t exactly tell him I was in a hurry for you to fuck me before I left, now, could I?”
“Good point.” I placed my hand on his thigh. “But maybe you should slow down a little so we make it back to your place in one piece.”
“Fine.” He slowed down. “That just means you’re going to have less time to rock my world. Hope you’re up for the challenge.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“What’s up with you doubting my abilities?” I grinned. “If we weren’t so close to your place, I’d show you how quick I could make you come right here in your car.”
“Sounds like something we need to test out the next time we go for a drive.” He winked.
A few minutes later, Fallon turned into the parking garage and pulled into his space. We climbed out of the car and walked toward the elevator, where Day joined us while Leigh went to the front of the building to sweep the perimeter. We rode up to the eighth floor and walked toward Fallon’s condo.
“Do you still want to leave in an hour?” Day asked as Fallon unlocked his door.
“Yeah. I think an hour should be enough time for me to do everything I need to.” Fallon glanced at me and smirked.
Day nodded. “Okay. I’ll make sure the team will be ready to go.”
Along with Day, agents Vance and Bernard were going with Fallon to the wedding while Leigh and I took the afternoon off. As much as I was looking forward to spending the evening with my daughter, I also wished I could go with Fallon. If we were careful, we could have treated the wedding like another date. Plus, I could have stared at my hot boyfriend in formal wear all night. Flashes of me on my knees sucking him off while he wore his tux at the White House crossed my mind. Damn, I was already hard.
“Thanks.” Fallon opened the door. “I better go wrap that present.”
I choked back a laugh and followed him inside. The second the door clicked shut behind me, Fallon pushed me against the wall and captured my lips with his.
I wished we had time to take things slow, to savor every last minute we had together. But as soon as I ripped Fallon’s shirt over his head, my cock had other ideas.
We fumbled across his condo before finally entering his bedroom. The rest of our clothes were shed and left in a pile on his floor. We collapsed on the bed together, and Fallon twisted around to open his bedside drawer. In no time, a bottle of lube and a condom were shoved into my hand.
“If you’re that eager, why don’t you take charge?” I smirked.
“You mean …?” he whispered.
I propped myself up against the headboard and pulled him onto my lap. “Wrap me up and then ride me,” I growled, handing him the foil packet.
A wicked gleam caught his eye as he ripped open the condom and slid it down my aching cock. Fallon’s hard dick grazed mine, causing him to moan as he snatched the lube and let the liquid flow down my shaft.
Grabbing the back of his neck, I brought his lips to mine. Our tongues tangled as we rubbed our bodies together, the friction alone making me groan.
“I’ve been wanting you to fuck me all day,” he whispered into my ear.
“Then take what you want, baby boy.”
He squirted more lube onto his fingers and reached behind him as he rose onto his knees. His eyes closed as he prepared himself for me.
Once he was ready, he grabbed the base of my dick and then slowly inched his ass down onto me.
“Oh, I think I like this angle,” he breathed, running his tongue over my bottom lip.
“Me too,” I gasped, lifting my hips to push into him, and relished the feeling of his tight little hole.
“Stroke my cock while I ride you,” Fallon ordered and then gripped my shoulders to use them as leverage while he rode me.
“Yeah, just like that.” I slipped my hand between us and pumped his swollen cock.
He picked up the pace, and my balls started tightening. I stroked him faster, my heart rate picking up as I felt my release building, but I refused to fall over the edge without him.
“Come for me. Let me see you,” I breathed.
“Fuck,” he cried, warm spurts coating our chests.
