If You Give a CEO a Chance (Aspen Grove #3)

Chapter 25

N o more waiting.

Fuck, the things I want to do to Fallon. A primal desire to make her mine claws at my chest.

I shut the door behind us, not wanting to risk Cat interrupting. He has no concept of personal space and will explore any open room.

I set Fallon on the bed with ease and take a step back. Her breath is shallow as she watches me with a playful gleam in her eyes.

My gaze is glued to hers as she gets up, her hips swaying as she approaches me. My throat tightens when she drops to her kneels in front of me.

“What are you doing?” My voice is strained.

“It’s my turn to taste you properly,” she murmurs.

My jaw is set tight as Fallon tugs down my sweats. I step out of them, kicking them off to the side. She licks her lips, her eyes trained on my cock straining behind my boxers. She moves her hand between us to rest against me, grazing the outline of my dick in teasing strokes.

I inhale deeply, fighting to remain composed. The last thing I want is to lose control before she’s even put her mouth on me. She’d never let me live it down. But it’s so damn hard to maintain control when her skilled fingers are intent on torturing me with every stroke.

Fallon slowly drags my boxers down my legs, and I step out of them. She looks up at me and touches my abs beneath my T-shirt.

“Off,” she commands. I quickly obey, ripping off my shirt and tossing it in the pile with my other clothes.

I watch with rapture as she curls her fingers around my dick and I let out a hiss when she gives it a gentle squeeze. She moves her hand up and down my shaft in unhurried, steady strokes. Pre-cum leaks from the tip, and she leans forward to lap it up with her tongue.

“Fuck,” I groan.

Fallon lifts her hooded eyes to meet my lust-filled gaze as she leans forward. She wraps her warm mouth around me, her lips closing around the aching head.

Damn, this must be what heaven feels like.

I wind my fingers through her hair, my head rolling back as my eyes fall shut while she sucks the crown like it’s her favorite dessert.

I tighten my grip. “That’s right, take me deeper.”

She hollows her cheeks until my head is at the back of her throat, and I let her set the pace while she adjusts, not wanting to hurt her.

Fallon is the embodiment of desire—gorgeous, clever, and undeniably confident. She’s strong-willed and determined, and for all the power I wield, she has the uncanny ability to leave me utterly defenseless.

I’m so enraptured by the pleasure I’m feeling that I’m stunned when she abruptly stops, taking my dick out of her mouth.

“Do you like it when I suck your dick, Harrison?” She traces my shaft with her fingertip as it bobs inches from her mouth.

A low hum rumbles in my chest, reveling in her bravado, my restraint slipping with every second that passes.

“You know I do.”

She clicks her tongue in disappointment. “We’ve been through this. That’s not how you beg.”

Fallon runs her tongue along my shaft and applies pressure on the vein, sending shock waves through my body. She laps and sucks, fulfilling every erotic thought I’ve had about her and multiplying them by a thousand. I let out a guttural groan when she swirls her tongue around the crown and back down my shaft, her taunting gaze never leaving mine.

It looks like I’ve created a monster. God, she’s in total control right now, and I fucking love every second of this push and pull between us.

I tilt her head back to look at me. “You’re so damn pretty on your knees.”

She shakes her head. “I’m disappointed. Aren’t you supposed to be a master negotiator? If you want to come, you’ll have to do better than that.”

I let out a ragged breath when she licks the tip of my cock. “Holy shit, please let me come,” I beg, not giving a damn that I’m at her mercy.

“That’s more like it,” she croons.

Fallon grips my cock, putting it back in her warm mouth. This time she cups my balls, squeezing gently as she sucks me off. Unable to resist asserting my own control, I wrap my hand around her neck, her pulse fluttering under my thumbs. My hips move faster as I fuck her mouth with abandon, growling in approval as her swollen lips bob up and down around my shaft.

“Jesus Christ,” I groan as my muscles tighten, my orgasm shooting through me.

My cock jerks under her hand as cum fills her mouth.

“Swallow for me, baby,” I order, relaxing my grip around her neck.

I can’t look away as she laps up every drop, licking me clean. When she’s finished, my cock springs free from her mouth with a loud pop . I reach out to wipe away a bead of cum dripping down her chin, holding it out to her. She takes my wrist, drawing it closer, her tongue darts out to clean it off.

I take her hand to help her off the floor.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes, beautiful.”

“You’ve got two hands. Better put them to good use,” she taunts.

“You better watch that mouth of yours, considering I’m in charge now,” I caution her with a sly grin. “Now, be my good girl and lift your arms.”

She slightly narrows her eyes, but complies.

I tug her shirt over her head and drop it to the floor. My hands are back on her within seconds, unclasping her bra. I have to suppress a groan when her pert breasts come into view. They’re begging for my attention, but I restrain myself for now. There will be plenty of time to worship her perfect tits later.

I pull her shorts down until they pool at her ankles. She lets out a sharp exhale when I trace lazy circles on her thighs. My fingers reach her panties, observing that they’re damp, accompanied by the smell of her arousal. I slowly drag them down her legs, and Fallon grabs hold of my shoulders to keep her balance, as she lifts one leg at a time.

She stands before me, her shoulders squared, gloriously naked. I’m captivated by her sinful curves, her ocean-blue eyes that seem to sparkle when she smiles, and her swollen lips that are slightly parted.

Fucking hell. She’s a wet dream come to life.

I take her hands in mine, bringing them to my mouth for a kiss. “God, you’re perfect like this. I just wanted to take a moment to look at you,” I say, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Fallon blinks, offering me a soft smile, turning to her nightstand, and pulling out a condom. She stares at it in her hand, glancing up at me.

“Honestly, I’d rather not use this. I have an IUD.”

My heart is hammering in my chest as I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “Are you sure? I’m clean, and I’ve never gone without a condom before. But if you’re not ready…” I trail off, my hand twitching slightly.

I’ve never gone bareback, but it’s something I want to experience with Fallon. It requires trust that I know we’re still building, so if she’s not ready, I’d never pressure her.

Fallon cups my jaw, tilting my head to face her. “I want you without anything between us, and that’s final,” she adds with a grin.

Her words bring warmth to my chest.

I lose my train of thought when I spot something sticking out of the open nightstand drawer. When I look closer, I see her bedazzled vibrator.

This is a pleasant surprise.

Yes, I’ve watched her take care of herself while using it, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about getting her off with it.

“This is familiar,” I say coyly, retrieving the device and holding it out. “I think the sparkles give it a nice touch, don’t you think?”

Fallon smirks, climbing onto the bed and crawling to the middle.

“It’d be even better if it were in use, don’t you think?” She spreading open her legs, giving me an obscene view of her pussy.

“You read my mind.” The mattress dips as I join her, hovering above her.

I lean down and wrap my mouth around one of her nipples, gliding my tongue across the areola.

“Harrison,” she breathes, my name falling from her lips like a prayer. She inhales sharply as I alternate between flicking her nipple with my tongue and tugging it taut with my teeth. “Oh, shit,” she cries out.

There’s nothing better than having her at my mercy while I worship her. I grin as I continue to ravish her tits with my mouth, my hand trailing down her chest until I get to her stomach, drawing patterns with the pad of my finger. When I reach her legs, they fall open, eager to accept me.

I groan when I find her dripping for me. I pick up the vibrator, gripping it firmly in my hand and slowly push it inside her tight cunt. It’s not nearly as big as my cock, but she moans at the welcome intrusion, regardless. A soft hum buzzes through the air when I turn the device on, her body jolting slightly.

God, I’m mesmerized by the way Fallon’s body moves beneath mine. The way she responds so greedily to my every touch makes me want to draw out every ounce of passion from her and awaken her deepest desires. Like she’s done to me.

Before her, I was on autopilot—emotionally detached and lost in my routine. She taught me how to have fun again, and now, I live for the moments I share with her.

I pull the vibrator out, increasing the setting, and move it to Fallon’s clit, eliciting a loud moan. She quivers as I bite down on her breast while teasing her with the device. She’s hanging on by sheer determination, sweat dripping from her brow, and it’s euphoric, knowing it’s caused by my hand. When I turn the vibrator onto the max setting, my name falls from Fallon’s lips.

My cock is as solid as granite, aching to be inside her as I watch her fly higher with each passing second. When her eyes fall shut, signaling she’s close to an orgasm, I toss the vibrator on the bed. I take hold of my shaft, guiding the tip into her perfect pussy, hissing as she clenches around me.

“Don’t worry, baby, you can take me,” I say, leaning down, to kiss her forehead.

Once I’m fully seated, I grip her waist as I move in a steady rhythm, and she eagerly meets me, thrust for thrust.

God, I was an idiot allowing assumptions to get in the way of being with Fallon. There’s no denying that I’m powerless against this woman, and I’m basking in the gratification of claiming her.

I look down to where our bodies join. “Damn, Fallon, you feel so good. You were made for my cock, weren’t you?”

“Less talking, more fucking,” she scolds, her nails digging into the comforter.

There’s nothing sexier than when she tries to call the shots. The push and pull is its own form of foreplay, a constant tug-of-war that fuels the fire between us until surrender is inevitable.

My tongue dances along the seam of her lips, groaning when she opens her mouth to let me in. I seal my mouth over hers in a possessive kiss, the taste of us on my tongue. She moans against my lips when I pick up my pace, driving into her hard.

“You almost there, beautiful?” I ask as she clings to me.

“God, yes,” she mewls.

I reach down and roll her clit with my thumb and forefinger, and soon we’re both barreling toward release. I roar as uninhibited pleasure surges through me at the beautiful sight of Fallon unraveling.

I hold her tight as we ride out our orgasms together and nuzzle my nose into her neck, inhaling the scent of frosting as I ease out of her, not wanting to cause her any pain. I stifle another groan as I watch our mixed cum drip onto her thigh.

“I’ll be right back,” I say with a kiss to her temple.

After grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom, I come back to clean Fallon up before wiping myself off. I toss the towel into the dirty laundry and climb back into bed, drawing her into my embrace. She rests her head against my chest, and I gently push her hair back, wanting to see her face. She has a soft smile on her lips, revealing her dimples, while her half-lidded eyes drift closed as she nestles closer.

Silence lingers between us as we lie wrapped in each other’s arms, and Fallon might not know it yet but she’s mine now, and I’m never letting her go.