29 - Dalton
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DALTON
“Keep going. I know it’s narrow, but it opens up.”
Fallon climbed the spiral staircase ahead of me, and the old iron assembly shook beneath our combined weight. I guessed it had been installed a long time ago. Back when people were smaller and thinner and could more easily squeeze through tight spaces like this one.
“It dead-ends at the ceiling,” she called back.
“No it doesn’t. Push on it. It’s a trap door.”
The building was all the way in the corner, tucked into the oldest part of the campus. It was used mostly for administration, but as far as I knew they still held a few classes here.
“Are you sure?” Fallon called back. “Because I’m pushing and pulling and…”
A plume of dust and debris suddenly rained down.
“Oh.”
I took cover beneath her ass, which I didn’t mind at all. It took everything I had not to squeeze and fondle it on the way up.
“Is there a light in here?” she said, her voice muffled.
“Can’t remember.”
“What do you mean?”
“I haven’t been up here since freshman year.”
The trap door clattered backward, and together we climbed into the old attic. The place was lit only by sunlight, streaming in through cracks and gaps in the original plaster. But it was more than enough to see.
“Holy shit,” Fallon breathed.
I climbed up and stood next to her, dusting my hands on my hips. The place was every bit as strange as I remembered it, and just as impressive.
“What is all this?” she asked, looking around.
Thousands upon thousands of books lay piled against the four walls of the large attic, their leather spines cracked from the heat. The fore-edges were yellowed with time, and totally desiccated from the oven-like conditions and lack of humidity. Which was a shame, because some of the books were still very beautiful.
“This is the overflow,” I coughed. “All the defunct books that were left over, when they converted the library.”
“How did they get here?”
“I brought them here, actually.” I said, matter-of-factly. “Or rather, the whole team did. They enlisted us and the lacrosse guys to help. Volleyball too. We hauled crates of books across campus for hours.”
Fallon was pacing around now, taking it all in. Some books were piled on old desks and tables, and some on sagging shelves. There were chairs here too, and a few other bits and pieces of broken, outdated furniture. But there were also old mainframe computers, chunky monitors, and more modern-ish stuff mixed in.
“This place is like the dumping grounds for everything nobody wants to take the responsibility of throwing out,” Fallon breathed.
“Yup.”
“And now you brought me here,” she chuckled. “So what does that mean?”
“I think you know what it means.”
I couldn’t stand it any longer, watching her circle the attic while playfully biting her lower lip. I was obsessed with that long blonde hair. Those incredible brown eyes. The gentle bounce of her breasts, as she took every little step. Maybe I’d taken her too much for granted these past weeks, but I doubted it. Being denied her these past few days though, had been absolute torture.
I kissed her the way she needed to be kissed, by seizing her abruptly and lifting her off the floor, straight into my arms. Fallon’s legs scissored around me, her ankles hooking behind my back even as her full, beautiful lips crashed needfully into mine.
God, yes.
I held her weight easily, kissing her suspended form and accepting the hot, questing tongue that drove deep into my mouth. She kissed me back like a woman possessed, with soft coos and desperate whimpers and two hands against the sides of my face, holding me tightly.
“You sure you don’t want to throw me out?” she teased.
I shuddered with happiness as she traced a finger down my face. Those soft brown eyes glimmered hotly, pregnant with lust. But they were also half-lidded and soulful, as they stared deeply into my own.
“Fuck no,” I sighed into her mouth. “I want to keep you around. Very around.”
I looked for the nearest of the dust-covered chairs, and somehow found a couch. It was old and beat up and most definitely belonged in a landfill. But right now, as we fell into it together, it was the most important place in the world.
“Fallon, I need to tell you something,” I murmured against her eager lips.
She kept kissing me, so fiercely and hungrily it was almost frightening. “Now?”
“Yes.”
She was straddling me now, grinding her hot little ass into my lap. Kissing and biting her way down my neck.
“Because later would be fine too,” she said, pulling my shirt off. “In fact, later would be fucking fantastic.”
“Fallon… I love you.”
She stopped for a moment and pulled back. Her eyes went soft.
“I love you too, Dalton,” she whispered. “So much.”
“No, I mean I’m in love with you,” I told her pointedly. “And it’s not just because of everything we’ve been doing, either. Being with you like this has reawakened all the original feelings I had for you, from that first day we bumped into each other. I’m obsessed with you, Fallon. It’s like you’ve invaded my brain.”
Her eyes were glassy now. There was even a tear.
“At home, at school, all throughout practice,” I went on, “it’s all about you. In the weight room. Running routes. Studying opponents, and figuring out plays… I can’t get you out of my head! And I mean that in the best way, too. Every moment of every day, you make me ridiculously happy. The whole time we were away last weekend, I felt like a part of me was missing. I couldn’t wait to get you back in my arms.”
The tears were flowing now, down both her pretty cheeks. Fallon’s lip quivered. She didn’t know what to say. I don’t think she ever looked so beautiful as she did that moment; her skin all red and flush, cheeks glistening, her freckled face illuminated only by the dim light filtering into that ancient attic.
Fallon sniffled once and then kissed me, not even bothering to wipe the tears from her eyes. She kissed me again and again, her tongue sweeping hungrily through my mouth, the two of us ripping each other’s clothes off as we fell back into the worn cushions of the big old couch.
A moment later she was on her back, spreading those beautiful legs. I was between them, plunging inside. I pierced her to the core and the couch embraced us, sinking beneath our combined weight as we fucked, kissed, grinded, and took out a week’s worth of sexual frustrations in the span of a few hot, feverish minutes.
We screwed fast and hard, clawing and clenching each other, slamming our bodies together in wild abandon. I couldn’t get deep enough inside her, and she couldn’t buck back hard enough to take me. It got to the point where the whole couch was shaking, even groaning beneath us, but we didn’t care. The intensity of our union superseded everything else, as our bodies took over the ritual of our fucking independently from our minds.
I gave it to her with long, deep strokes, kissing her throughout, until I saw her eyebrows arch and her mouth open in that perfect, lovely ‘O’. I was fucking her so hard the couch was now creaking. I could hear the sound of nails, separating themselves from the wood.
“Don’t stop!”
I’d slowed down at bit, for fear of total destruction. But Fallon clutched the back of my head and pressed her forehead into mine.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop…”
Our eyes were locked, our breathing ragged. I began railing her hard again, picking up speed and plunging so deep she was making noises I’d never heard before. Fallon came so hard she screamed, throwing her head back and contracting around me in tight, concentric waves of pleasure. She was smiling, laughing, crying… kissing me through her orgasm, and then suddenly—
The couch’s ancient legs finally gave way. It didn’t just collapse, it splintered into a hundred pieces as it crashed to the floor, coming apart on all three sides. The noise it made was muffled by all the books in the attic. But then a voice floated up from somewhere beneath us.
“Who’s that?”
We froze, our bodies still locked tightly together. Instinctively I covered Fallon’s mouth with my hand, my throbbing erection still deeply embedded in her warmth and wetness.
“Is somebody up there?”
The voice was muffled by the floor, as we clutched each other in the ensuing silence. Long seconds stretched by. Nothing happened.
Eventually I began pumping her again, desperate for release, and her soft, feminine body molded itself to my own. I took my palm from her mouth. I wanted to kiss her…
But Fallon had other plans. Without a word, she took my hand and put it right back over her lips. Her hips began gyrating in slow, circular motions, as those incredible brown eyes locked on mine.
For the next minute we fucked soundlessly, wordlessly, communicating only with our eyes. I clamped my hand even more tightly over Fallon’s hot mouth as I shoved back her thighs, screwing myself to a throbbing, pulsing climax as we stared straight into each other’s souls.
My God …
Our bodies became one. I stiffened euphorically as my manhood thumped again and again, spewing its warmth and heat. Splashing her womb with my seed, so achingly deep inside her.
It was the most arousing fucking thing in the world.
We lay there for a long time afterward, heedless of being caught, totally uncaring as we gazed into each other’s eyes. The heat from the attic was stifling now, and her hair was plastered against her glistening face. Gently I pinned it back over her perfect ears, and Fallon’s lips broke into a smile.
“I’m in love with you too, Dalton,” she said softly.
And in that moment I knew there was nothing in the universe I wouldn’t do for her.