44 - Emerson
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EMERSON
“Go on. Tell me about how he fucked you.”
Fallon gyrated her hips, rolling them forward and back. It drove me even deeper inside her, as my hands roamed those firm, beautiful breasts.
“Well he’s just so fucking long ,” she grunted, letting her hair fall into my face. “And thick. And he gets kinda aggressive like you do, when he’s super hard.”
Her lips were next to my ear now, her breath hot, her voice all low, and sultry. In the middle of the night, deep in the darkness, it was just me and her.
“He wouldn’t tell me when he was gonna come,” she continued, “which just got me worked up even more. Just waiting for it. Waiting for it to just fucking pulsate, in my pussy…”
She nibbled my ear as she said the last word, while simultaneously squeezing me from the inside. Which of course, drove me even more wild.
“He usually comes so hard,” she went on. “And he did. He came so fucking hard, he just shot inside me, and I felt it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I felt it fucking shooting in. And then I came,” she breathed, “Oh my God, because I like to fucking feel it. The feeling of being stuffed so full…”
I let go and exploded, filling her as she talked about being filled… shooting my seed into her warm, throbbing channel, where it intermingled with the rest of the warmth and wetness already deposited there. And my God, it felt so fucking good. So incredibly hot and amazing to pull her against me as I finished inside her.
“Oh, I’m definitely stuffed full ,” she murmured, rocking forward and back in rhythm to my every throb, my every pulse. I held Fallon against me as she milked me dry with those amazing hips, draining the very soul out of me. Eventually, and at just the right time, she pulled back to deliver a sexy wink.
“I felt that go deep, too,” she murmured seductively.
“And what about with Dalton?”
The dirty talk made me hot and we both knew it, especially right after she’d come to visit me from some other bedroom. I loved her heat, I loved her wetness. I loved the thrill that came with her slipping across the hall and sliding beneath my sheets… or slipping back out, so she could go fuck someone else.
Most of all, I loved hearing her tell me how she just fucked my friends. Hell, I was a glutton for it.
“You really wanna hear about Dalton?” she teased, kissing me wetly.
“Yes.”
“Dalton likes to come hard and deep,” she murmured against my lips. “Last time he put his come so deep inside me, I couldn’t even push it out.”
She bit my lip, then smiled wickedly.
“Not like I wanted to push it out,” she went on. “But he wanted to see it. He likes to see it.”
“He’s nasty,” I grunted.
“Uh huh.”
“ You’re nasty.”
She grinned fiendishly and kissed me again. “And your point is?”
I rolled her to one side, still kissing her, then slid my hand between the warmth and slickness of her thighs. Slowly, methodically, I fingered her to another orgasm. All while staring deeply into those big brown eyes.
Fallon shuddered around me and I held her throughout, our faces hovering together, kissing softly. Eventually we wound down, and our breathing returned to normal. Sleepy and sated, we cuddled face to face in a tangle of limbs.
“Emerson?”
I couldn’t answer. I was too busy memorizing every curve of her beautiful, freckled face.
“What happens after… this?”
I pressed my lips to hers, sweetly. God, I just couldn’t stop kissing her.
“Well, if you give me about ten or fifteen minutes, I can fold your legs back over your shoulders and do that thing you like where—”
“No,” she giggled gently. “I mean after.”
“After what?”
Fallon’s face went serious as she twirled a finger around the room. “After all this is over, I mean,” she whispered. “This place. Graduation. The future. That sort of thing.”
She paused, searching my own expression for meaning. Beneath the blankets, I felt her naked body shift instinctually closer to mine.
“I guess I mean me,” she admitted softly. “As far as… you know. The three of you, and me, and what we’re doing.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean this can’t go on forever, right?” she murmured. “School eventually ends, and we peel off in different directions.”
My brows knitted together. “And why the hell would we do that?”
“Life, Emerson,” she purred. “Life.”
After a moment of silence she cuddled deeper into the pillow, her hands still resting on my arms. I could sense sorrow in her voice… and found myself hating anything that made her sad.
“Don’t get me wrong, what we have is amazing,” she whispered. “But you’ll all want girlfriends, wives, and futures of your own. As much as that pains me to think about—”
“Then don’t think about it.”
“But I have to think about it!” she practically gasped. “It’s the only way to prepare myself for the biggest letdown of my life. Losing the three of you.”
Her gaze dropped, unable to maintain mine, and my heart nearly broke. In the pale blue moonlight, I thought I saw the shimmer of a single tear on her cheek. But she wiped it away.
“Fallon, I’m not going to pretend to know what the future holds,” I said gently. “But I do know this: our feelings? They’re real. And we don’t have feelings like this for anyone else. No girlfriends, no wives, no football groupies — it’s just you. And trust me, that’s the only way we want it.”
“But—”
“Dalton loves you. Trey loves you. I love you. You’re not going anywhere.”
A terrible thought occurred to me, and I sat up abruptly.
“Wait… you’re not going anywhere, are you?”
“No, no,” she said adorably. “I’m not. And maybe that’s the problem. For the first time in my life, I don’t really have a plan.”
Fallon shifted, propping herself against the headboard. As she brushed the hair from her face, she let out a resigned sigh.
“Up until a couple of months ago I was on the Blaine Train, or that’s what I called it. Stupid, right?”
“No comment,” I grunted.
“I know. But for years I was living with that asshole, just riding along, following his successes. After school ended, I figured we’d go wherever he landed. Another county, another state. Maybe even get involved in his family’s business. But I had no real plans of my own.”
“But you do have plans,” I pointed out. “You’re on the verge of getting your veterinary degree. After that you’ll take the licensing exam, and go to work. Eventually maybe open your own practice.”
“I can,” she agreed, “and I will. But I have no idea where. And I don’t know with who.”
“So come with us,” I smiled. “Simple.”
“Is it, though?” She looked at me strangely. “And do you have a plan?”
“Trey and I do, yes.”
I started to talk, and in the process I got so excited I almost forgot to stop. For the next few minutes I detailed our business plan, which included opening an indoor sports arena and training center, mostly for children. I told her how we already had plans drawn up, roughly anyway, and even an investor or two. There would be speed and agility classes. Multipurpose playing areas that could be used for hockey, basketball, volleyball, and of course, football. I even talked about our long-term plans, further down the road, to attach a sports medicine or injury rehab facility next to it, for athletes going through recovery.
When I finished, Fallon’s whole face was lit up with all new enthusiasm. Which, of course, only made me love her more.
“That’s amazing,” she smiled. “I—I had no idea.”
“It’s not something we talk about, because it’s always been more of a fantasy than a reality,” I said. “But over the last year we’ve really fleshed it out. The contacts we’ve made have all been amazing ones.”
“And what about Dalton?”
“Dalton’s not coming with us,” I said definitively. “He’s going somewhere else entirely.”
Fallon looked suddenly worried, but only for a moment.
“The NFL.”