Sixteen
Remington
F uck, she tastes like heaven wrapped in a dress like sin.
“Come home with me,” I dare, against her lips.
“W-what? No!”
“It wasn’t a question.” I watch her reaction. Fallon’s eyes are dark with a mix of frustration and desire. I keep my voice low but rough. “Why do you always have to make things so difficult?”
“Because, I won’t let you control me.”
“Fine, we’ll do it here.” I look around, hoping to find an audience. “Our classmates love a good show.” Fallon looks horrified with the thought, making me want to provoke her more. “I’ll be even more of a legend around here, but you’ll just be a slut who spreads her legs like the rest.” The truth is, I’d kill anyone that saw Fallon’s naked body, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
“You manipulative bastard!” she snaps.
“Just as advertised, sweetheart,” I grin as I open my arms, showing her the whole package.
A little too late, I realize what I’ve done. She slips through my fingers and is now barreling across the sand, skipping over a bank of shells with her bare feet. I stand frozen momentarily as I watch her trip, toppling to the ground.
My stomach plummets, needing to know she’s okay. I take off toward her. As I’m about to reach her, a hand comes out of nowhere to offer assistance. My gaze falls on none other than Emerson motherfucking Blackstone. He leans over her, whispering who knows what as I reach them. Fallon declines his hand so I offer her mine, giving him a smug smile.
“The lesser of two evils, I suppose,” she murmurs, as her hand slides into mine. I pull her up, slamming her body against me. She sneers up at me, but before she says anything, Emerson cuts in.
“Better keep a watch on your things,” he tsks, handing Fallon her bag as his eyes remain fixed on me. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat echoing the threat in his gaze. Message received. Threatening Fallon is my job. To anyone else, they better be prepared to pay the consequences. He smiles, then strolls past us, whistling to himself. The tune is familiar, and it takes a moment for the realization to hit—“Miss YOU!“ by CORPSE. He’s trying to get in my head, playing at taking her from me. I’d like to see him try.
Emerson is pissed over failing his initiation, but he won’t include Fallon in our fight if he knows what’s good for him. My fingers unintentionally dig into Fallon, making her yelp in pain.
“Remy!” Fallon tries to pull away, but my grip tightens on her hand, my eyes never leaving hers. Her steel gray eyes widen, reflecting the turmoil within me.
“I swear to fuck, I only have so much control, Fallon.” My voice is a low growl, each word laced with my struggle to maintain my composure. I bring my head down slowly, only a breath from hers. “Do you think I’m going to walk away? Do you think I’ll allow you to walk away?” My eyes bore into hers, searching for any sign of doubt or defiance.
The warmth of her body presses in on me, igniting a primal need. Her scent, her closeness, it all drives me to the edge. My breath mingles with hers, the air thick with unspoken tension. The questions swirl through her mind, visible in the flicker of her gaze.
I grab her chin between my fingers, forcing her gaze to mine. Her breath hitches at whatever she sees. Probably the face of a madman. That’s the way she makes me feel, like I have no control over anything anymore.
“Look at me,” I command, my voice a rough whisper. Her eyes, wide and uncertain, lock onto mine. The fear and confusion in them only fuel the chaos inside me.
“Do you see what you do to me?” I ask, my grip tightening slightly. “You make me lose control, Fallon. You make me feel like I’m losing my mind.”
Her breath comes in shallow gasps, and I can feel the rapid beat of her pulse under my fingers. The warmth of her skin, the closeness of her body, it all drives me to the brink.
“I can’t let you go,” I murmur, my voice softer now, almost pleading. I don’t recognize it. “I won’t let you walk away.”
Fallon’s eyes search mine, a storm of emotions swirling within them. She tries to speak, but the words catch in her throat. I can see the conflict in her, the struggle between fear and something else—something that mirrors my own desperation.
I lean in closer, our foreheads almost touching.
“This is me, Fallon. This is what you’ve made me. When you’re around, my mind is chaos—an unending storm. Every breath without you feels like drowning. I’m captivated, consumed.”
Her lips part, and for a moment, I think she might kiss me. The tension between us is electric, a live wire ready to snap. But then she pulls back, her eyes hardening with resolve. Before she can deny me, I close the distance, capturing her lips with mine in a fierce, desperate kiss.
She stiffens for a heartbeat, then melts into me, her hands clutching at my shirt. The world narrows to just the two of us, the heat of our bodies, the taste of her lips.
In that stolen moment, I vow to unravel every layer, to explore every inch of her until she surrenders—not out of fear, but out of choice. Fallon is mine to claim, even if it means tearing down everything in our path.
Fallon’s resistance, like a tempest in uncharted waters, forces me to reconsider my rigid notions of sacrifice. Her refusal to bend, even against the currents of authority, intrigues me. Perhaps there’s wisdom in her rebellion—a lesson that sacrifice need not always be submission.
“You’re mine,” I declare, my breath hot against her lips. “No one else touches you but me.”
She tilts her head, her mouth dangerously close to mine. “And what if I want to be touched?”
My resolve wavers. Fallon is a tempest, and I am sailing straight into her chaos. But I can’t turn back now. Not when her resistance fuels my hunger.
“Get in the fucking Jeep, Fallon,” I warn as I trace the curve of her jaw with my thumb, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her skin. She sighs, her gaze drifting out to the ocean. The waves crash against the shore, a rhythmic reminder of the passage of time. The moment stretches for an eternity, the silence between us filled with unspoken words and lingering tension.
Finally, she looks back at me. “Okay,” she says, barely above a whisper.
The single word hangs in the air, a fragile agreement that carries the weight of our unspoken fears and desires. I release her chin, my hand lingering for a moment longer, feeling the warmth of her skin.
She turns and walks to the Jeep, each step measured and deliberate. I follow, my heart pounding with a mix of relief and apprehension. As she climbs into the passenger seat, I take a deep breath, trying to steady the storm of emotions raging inside me.
I slide into the driver’s seat, the silence between us thick and heavy. The engine roars to life and I glance at her, searching for any sign of regret or hesitation. Fallon stares out of the window as her knee bounces silently against the seat.
The drive back to campus is quiet. My knuckles turn white against the steering wheel, needing to know the thoughts going through her head. The silence between us feels heavy, almost suffocating, as if the car itself is holding its breath.
I park in my reserved spot outside our team house and cut the engine. Without warning, my hand grabs Fallon’s, pulling her over the middle console. Her eyes widen in surprise as she lets out a small gasp. The sound sends a jolt to my cock.
“I need you,” I admit, my lips brushing against her ear. Goosebumps erupt over her skin, a visible reaction to my words. Her body betrays her, responding to the chemistry between us, even if her mind tries to resist.
Fallon shivers slightly, her breath hitching. “This is crazy,” she whispers, but her voice lacks conviction. Her pulse quickens and a flush spreads across her cheeks.
“Does this feel crazy?” I lean in closer, my lips grazing her neck. My warm breath skates across her skin as my teeth gently glide over the sensitive area behind her ear. Fallon squirms in her seat, her breaths coming faster, further proving my point.
Leaning over into her seat, I brush my hand down her body until I find the seat belt and unclasp it. “Stay,” I command, leaving her breathless. I slide out of the Jeep and make my way to her side. A thrill runs through me that she listened. Something about her submission makes me need her even more.
As I open the door, I see her texting someone. My heart pounds. “Who the hell are you talking to?” I growl, snatching the phone from her hands.
“What the hell, Remy!” she shouts, jumping from the Jeep. I hold it out of her reach, my eyes scanning the screen.
Rowyn:
Hey! Where did you go? We are about to leave and I don’t want to leave you alone with him. Answer your phone!!
Anger boils within me. She doesn’t want Fallon with me. She was in the middle of responding when I snatched it from her.
Fallon:
Sorry! My phone was still on silent from dinner. Something came up and I left with a frien–
That’s all she was able to write. Something came up? Why isn’t she bragging that she’s with me? Every girl in this school would be yelling it from the rooftops, but Fallon acts embarrassed. My fury escalates.
Fallon’s eyes widen. “Give it back, Remy!” she demands, her voice trembling slightly. She reaches for the phone, but I hold it higher, out of her reach.
“Why aren’t you telling her you’re with me?” I snap, my voice low and dangerous. “Are you embarrassed?”
She takes a step back, her eyes flashing with confusion. “It’s not like that, Remy. Rowyn’s just worried about me.”
“Worried about you being with me?” I scoff, my grip tightening on the phone. “What did you tell her?”
“Nothing!” Fallon’s voice rises, her frustration evident. “She’s my friend. She cares about me.”
I take a deep breath, trying to control the anger boiling inside me. “You should be proud to be with me, Fallon. Not hiding it.”
She crosses her arms as she rolls her eyes at me. “You’re so full of yourself. You know that? I’m not hiding anything! And you can’t just take my phone and read my messages. That’s not okay,” she fumes.
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. She’s right, but admitting it feels impossible. Instead, I shove the phone back into her hands.
“If you ever refer to me as your friend again, I’ll show you how unfriendly I can be to your bare ass.” She scoffs and tries to pull away.
“Come on.” I grab her hand, dragging her with me.
“Wait! What about my car? It’s at the beach.” She stops on the sidewalk, trying to wrench my hand from hers.
“What? Scared someone will steal that piece of shit?” I laugh as her face turns serious.
“I’m sorry I’m not some rich asshole who has everything handed to me. I actually work for my things,“ she seethes.
In a flash, I’ve got her neck in my hands, loving the power I have over her. “Don’t talk about things that you know nothing about,” I growl against her lips. “You think my life is fucking rainbows and unicorns? Huh? You have no fucking idea.” I release her as if she burned me, taking a step back. We stand there for a moment with our eyes never leaving each other’s. I hate that I revealed something about myself to her, but I felt the need to defend my life.
Fallon rubs her neck. “Then tell me,” she says softly, her voice trembling, but determined. “Tell me what it’s really like.”
I clench my fists, the urge to lash out warring with the desire to open up. “You wouldn’t understand,” I mutter, turning away.
“Try me,” she challenges, stepping closer. “I’m not as clueless as you think.”
“Come on.” There’s no need to tell her anything. My own father despises me. Fallon will too, eventually. The thought makes my chest ache. Fuck, what has she done to me?
“I’ll have someone bring your car here by morning,” I concede as we climb the stairs to my house. Since it’s Friday, the boys are hanging around drinking with some chicks hanging off of them. One in particular sees me and comes trotting over to stand in front of me.
“Remy, I was wondering when you would show up,” she slurs. Clearly she’s been here a while. She runs her nails along my chest, but I grab her hand tightly and push her away.
“Don’t touch me, Becca,” I growl. She looks confused until she spots Fallon behind me, and her expression turns menacing.
“Don’t tell me you’re sleeping with fat chicks now,” she laughs, looking Fallon up and down. “All you had to do was ask me–” but I don’t let her finish before I slam her against the wall.
“Don’t you say a fucking word about Fallon,” I snarl in her fake tanned face. “You’re just a slut that’s been passed around the team, because that’s all you’re good for. Now get the hell out before I throw you out myself.” I release my hold on her, making her stumble in her five inch stripper heels.
She scowls at Fallon, hitting her shoulder as she walks past. The small insult leaves me seeing red. I’m about to pull that bitch back, when Fallon places her hand on my arm. Instantly the rage dissipates as her warmth travels through my body.
“She’s not worth it,” she interjects. I just nod, turning around to lead her through the crowd that gathered to watch the altercation. Fucking nosy snobs.
“Nix.” I toss Fallon’s keys to him. “Make sure Jake gets these.” He nods, then goes back to talking with the chick on his lap. They’re all the same. FishNettes are the equivalent to Puck Bunnies, just with swimmers. I used to be into that shit because it was easy access, but since meeting Fallon, I can see them for what they really are—holes to fill. The realization hits me like a freight train. I’m in way over my head with Fallon, but for some reason, I don’t want to be saved.
We climb the stairs in silence. I can tell there are questions on the tip of her tongue, but for some reason she isn’t voicing them. I open my room, allowing her in before I join.
The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp on the nightstand. Fallon stands in the middle of the room, looking around, her arms wrapped around herself. I close the door behind us, the lock echoing in the quiet space.
I can’t wait any longer, so I close the distance between us and slam my lips down on hers. The salt from the beach air and her strawberry Chapstick blend together, creating a taste that’s uniquely her. Fallon gasps in surprise, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans into the kiss, her hands gripping my shirt as if she’s afraid to let go.
The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and desperate. I can feel the tension melting away, replaced by a burning need. My hands move to her waist, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us. Her body fits perfectly against mine and for a moment, everything else fades away.
Her moans fill the air, urging me on further. I pull back for a moment and spin her around so I can get her out of this dress.
“Remy!” she squeals as she catches herself on the bed frame.
“It was either this or I was going to rip it off,” I snap, pulling the zipper down, then forcing the material to pool at her feet. Having her soft, milky skin on display for me has my cock straining against my pants. My fingers trace the dove tattoo on her shoulder, making me wonder if each of them have a special meaning to her. Fallon doesn’t seem like the type to do something because everyone else is. She’s the opposite, in fact, which makes me wonder what they represent to her.
“Fuck,” I groan, licking and nipping across her shoulders. Fallon doesn’t know the effect she has on me. I rip her thong from her body, making her gasp.
I push her forward on my bed so her ass is high in the air, then drop to my knees.
“Open up, little fox,” I demand. She sucks in a breath, but obeys. Her glistening pussy greets me, making my head dizzy with desire. My tongue licks from her clit all the way to her virgin ass. I’ll be taking that hole soon enough, and I’ll have marked every part of her. The thought sends me into a frenzy as I suck and lick, drinking her honey like it’s the last meal I’ll ever have. Fallon doesn’t need to know that her pussy is the only one that’s ever been in my mouth. Never have I been one to care about my partners’ pleasure. But fuck, something about this girl makes me want to break all my rules.
I thrust two fingers inside her tight cunt, forcing a cry to fall from her lips. Fallon begins fucking herself on my fingers as I continue to lick and tease her. It’s fast, but I can feel her clench around my fingers.
“Ohhh….don’t-don’t stop!” she whimpers into the comforter, muffling her cries. I can’t have that. I pull away, making her whine.
“I want to hear you scream my name. Show this house who owns this pussy,” I demand.
She growls but obeys. “Please, Remy. Please,” she begs, making me impossibly hard.
“Oh, I love it when you beg me. I told you that you’d beg, didn’t I?” I chuckle darkly against her pussy, blowing cool air on her fevered flesh.
“Fuck you,” she grits.
“I intend to.” I slam three fingers inside her without warning, making her screams echo through the room and most likely downstairs as well. It doesn’t take long to bring her back to the edge again, but I pull back just before she can fall over. An angry huff bubbles in her throat.
I stand up to discard my clothes. My painfully hard cock slaps against her ass, causing her to yelp. Leaning over, I place my hands on the bed, caging her in.
“The only place you’re coming tonight is on my cock. Got it?” I drag my teeth along her neck, then down her spine. Fallon shifts on her legs, trying to get the friction I know she needs, but that’s not how this works. I move my hand quickly from the bed to spank her ass hard.
“Fuck!” she yells. “What the hell?”
“Naughty girls get spanked. Want to keep testing me?” I threaten. She’s silent for a moment, so I don’t expect what comes next. She moves her hand between her legs and begins playing with herself. Anger coils through me at her insolence, but I know exactly how to fix this. I smirk as I walk to my closet to pull out rope that I’d gotten just for her.
She looks over her shoulder at me when I approach, seeing the rope in my hands. She tries to stand, but I force her down.
“See, you think you can do what you want, but I’m the one in control. The sooner you realize that, the better,” I taunt, pulling one arm to the footboard and securing it in place. I want to keep her standing, but bound in place. She pulls against the ropes, but whines when it rubs against her skin.
“You’re a sadistic asshole,” she seethes. I laugh, but continue tying the other hand. She tries to push me away, but I could overpower her any day.
“Aww, don’t tell me you don’t like this.” I drop the rest of the rope to the floor, then drag my fingers along her wet slit, causing her hips to buck against me. My little fox loves it dirty. Even though she can’t admit it.
“Your pussy disagrees.” I slide my wet fingers across her lips. “Open. Taste how much you like being at my mercy.” She hesitates for a moment before she sucks them into her hot mouth. The feeling has me ready to explode like a fucking teenager. Her tongue swirls around my fingers as visions of her on her knees before me fill my head, and I can’t wait any longer. I pull my fingers from her mouth and use her saliva to coat my dick as I stroke it in my hand.
With me at her opening, I take her round hips in my hands and slam fully inside her in one thrust. The force has her arms tugging in the restraints, but she doesn’t complain.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I hiss, making her whimper. “Tell me how much you need my cock filling you.” She doesn’t reply, pissing me off.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy until you remember who it belongs to,” I promise, setting up a punishing pace that has me seeing stars. Fallon’s pussy squeezes me like a vice in the best possible way. The obscene sounds of our bodies coming together and her moans has the base of my spine tingling. I could come any second, but I have this primal need to satisfy Fallon. The thoughts are jarring, but my hand finds her clit as I continue to pound into her.
“Please, Remy! Please let me comeee,” she yells, and I’m more than happy to oblige.
“Only if you tell me whose pussy this is,” I provoke, wishing I could see the look on her face. Next time.
“Ugh, you egotistical bastard,” she quips. I slam my hand on her ass, causing her to yelp.
“Say it,” I demand in her ear. I continue to slowly circle her clit, enough to keep her on edge, but not enough to make her come. She’s stuck in limbo, and the only way to get her release is to admit what we both already know.
“Fine! You, Remy. It belongs to you,” she snaps, as I bite down on her shoulder, marking her for anyone to see. The thought should scare the fuck out of me, but it only sends me over the edge with her. Fallon and I come together like a firework show on the Fourth of July. The culmination of the push and pull between us. Something shifts in my chest, and I know that I won’t let her go. Fallon Monroe is mine. Now and forever. I’ve just got to convince her that I’m not the monster she believes me to be.