41 - Fallon
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FALLON
Dalton flew into the room before I could even finish opening the door! Kissing me. Touching me. Running his hands all over my body, as if trying to make sure everything was still there.
“You drove all the way here?” he mumbled incredulously, into my neck. “Just for us?”
“Sure,” I giggled. “I’ve been traveling all day, what’s another three hours?”
It occurred to me that Wichita Falls wasn’t all that far of a drive, the end of which would make for a much better night than a bottle of wine and a movie. Finding the boys’ hotel had been easy. I’d simply asked Trey offhandedly where they were staying, then booked a room.
Dalton inhaled me as he kissed me, shoving me back in the direction of the bed. His hands slid beneath my schoolgirl skirt — a recently purchased gift from me to them — and cupped my bare ass so hard I jumped into his arms.
“You’re bad, Fallon!” he laughed happily, into my mouth. “So totally, awesomely fucking bad.”
“Yes. And I’m going to show you just how bad.”
I dropped to my knees, flaring my skirt out as I fumbled for his zipper. Two seconds later my nose was screwed tightly against the quarterback’s hard abdomen, his rapidly growing member stuffed all the way down my throat.
“ Fuck , baby.”
Dalton let out a sigh of ultimate contentment that mirrored exactly how I felt. There was no way I was going another two days without this. Hell, I couldn’t go another two minutes.
I stood up and kissed him, the second he was fully hard. The kiss was hot and wet. Messy and delicious.
“You’re so fucking bad,” he repeated again, as I grabbed his hand and slid it back under my skirt. “You know that?”
“Well then why don’t you bend me over the bed, and fill me like a bad girl?”
He did exactly that, not even bothering to yank my panties down, but stretching them to the side instead. I nearly came the very moment he entered me, burying his thickness so gratifyingly deep inside. Dalton fucked me like he owned me, taking full possession of my hips, drilling me until I couldn’t hold back any longer, and just had to let go. I felt lightheaded, contracting around him again and again. My orgasm was a minute-long event, with my eyes rolling so far back into my head, they actually hurt.
He cursed scathingly to ward off his own inevitable climax, but I knew he didn’t have much time. It was late, and he was already breaking curfew. And judging by the way my phone kept lighting up on the table behind us, the others were probably already on their way.
I flung my ponytail to the opposite side and began talking dirty over my shoulder, begging him to come. I plumbed the depths of my depravity, telling him how I was going to fuck his friends, and how good it was going to feel, and how deep they were going to get in my come-filled womb.
“But you get it first,” I winked at him. “You get to—”
He lost it then, screaming through clenched teeth as he buried himself to the hilt one last time and exploded inside me. The throbbing didn’t stop for what felt like forever, and by the time he withdrew he was literally running out of me.
“Holy fuck, Fallon.”
My skirt bounced innocently down about my thighs as I stood up, masking the pleasant throbbing between my legs. We were making out all over again when there was a low knock at the door.
“You should definitely get back,” I told him. “You can’t all be missing at once.”
“Fuck that. I’m stayin—”
“Dalton, you’re the quarterback,” I admonished him gently. “You need rest. The team’s counting on you tomorrow.”
The dazed look in his eyes told me he knew I was right. Eventually he nodded.
“You coming to the game?”
“Are you kidding?” I grinned. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
His expression was filled with such happiness it made my heart hurt.
“I’m going to sleep really good now,” he sighed. “Thanks to you.”
“That’s what slutty-dressing school girlfriends are for,” I winked. The knock came again, this time louder and more insistent. “Now better go let your friend in, before he breaks that thing down.”
I stood behind him as he opened the door, excited to see who I’d be taking on next. But it wasn’t Trey, and it wasn’t Emerson. It was both .
Dalton slipped past them and into the hallway, grinning triumphantly.
“You boys are a little late,” he smirked, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. “But don’t worry. I warmed her up for you.”