Chapter Twenty-Three
Fallon
My back slams against the door, forcing it shut with our bodies.
His mouth is all over me, his hands touching any part of bare skin he can reach.
The drive back from the hospital was torture, the pair of us touching each other at every red light, and when he had to focus on driving, it didn’t stop him from telling me exactly what he wanted to do with me.
“Bedroom,” he demands, a dark edge to his voice. “Clothes are not allowed.”
“Yes, Doctor. Whatever you say,” I purr, spinning to dart right where he wants me.
I only manage one step in front before he spanks my arse.
“Cheeky girl,” he says, a hint of amusement in his tone.
I laugh as he chases after me. As soon as my hand touches the handle, he covers my hand with his.
“Remember the rules. Naked. Now.”
Fuck, he is bossy tonight. But who would I be not to do as I'm told when his cock is the prize? The pair of us strip out of our clothes, not in the sexiest of ways, but we’re desperate to carry on what we started.
I don’t bother to look back at the pile of destruction we have left behind.
It's only what my house is like on a daily basis. I don’t even know how we make it to the bed, just that we’re on it, skin touching and limbs tangled.
We’re touching each other everywhere, except for where I know we both want it the most.
“Come up here, I want to taste you.”
I can do one better than that. Because I want to taste him just as badly. I start to crawl up his body, but when he thinks he's got me where he wants me, I spin around, looping my legs under his arms.
“Fuck, Fal,” he hisses, his large palms grasping my arse cheeks. “What a fucking sight to see. Beautiful.”
I lean forward, our middles touching, as I take his swollen cock in my hand.
A bead of precum drips from his tip, and I wet my lips, ready to take him in.
Before I get the chance, he beats me to it, licking me from front to back in one thick swipe.
I jolt forward at the sensation. I don’t know what it is, but this position feels so much more exciting.
I mirror his actions, flattening my tongue and licking him from his base, along his shaft, until I reach his tip.
I can feel his growl against my pussy as well as hear it.
It’s like we’re sex starved, the way we go at each other, both of us fighting for dominance.
The more aroused I become, the deeper I manage to take him.
Even when he hits the back of my throat, I fucking love it.
I wonder if this is what breath play would be like, having short spurts where you lose oxygen.
My orgasm is building, my stomach coiling as he fucks my mouth and my clit all at the same time. The sensation sends me spiralling so fast, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he goes harder, chasing his own release as he follows after me.
“I’m going to cum,” he calls out, but that’s what I want.
I suck harder, showing him rather than telling him what I want. I know the exact moment he is going to let loose, he releases me and thrusts one last time deep. He fills my throat so fast, I can't even taste it as it goes straight down. I swallow him down, loving that this is all because of me.
I feel his body sag into the mattress, and after a second, I turn around and crawl back up his body. I tuck myself into his side, letting my eyes close and just enjoying this moment of being curled up, safe and spent in his arms.
Later that evening, I'm wrapped up in Luke's arms on the couch. A large fluffy blanket covering us whilst a film I have paid no attention to plays in the background. After our antics earlier, he made us the most delicious chicken pasta dish and opened a bottle of wine. I’m so content right now, I can't remember the last time, if ever, I felt like this.
“Did you really think I didn’t want you here tonight?” Luke asks, breaking the silence.
“I don’t know. I’m not used to this, Luke. I wasn’t joking when I said I’m damaged,” I admit, avoiding eye contact with him at all costs.
He seems lost in thought for a moment before I feel him turn to face me.
“Fallon, what do you want?” He asks. It’s not in an aggressive way, but as though he genuinely needs to know the answer. “Do you want more with me, with us?”
It takes me a second to contemplate my answer. Which is hard, considering my heart and my brain are battling it out to take control of what comes out of my mouth. It seems that this time, my heart has won.
“Would you believe me when I say I'm not sure?” I whisper.
“Yeah, I would.” He chuckles, holding me closer. “Would it make you feel better to know how I feel about us first?”
“Yes, I think so,” I admit, grimacing at how needy I sound.
Hopefully, he can work out my emotions for me, as I'm obviously incapable of knowing what it is that I want. He is a doctor after all.
With the side of his finger, he lifts my chin so he can see my face clearly. There is no hiding from him now.
“I want you, Fallon. More than I have ever wanted anybody. From the moment I met you, I have been like an addict needing more. And I feel like you want something more, too. But there is something that is holding you back,” he speaks with such certainty.
How does he have so much clarity when I have none myself?
“I wish you would take a risk with me, but I know that’s too much to ask.
So I’m hoping you want to stay as we are, exploring each other, and when the time feels right, maybe we can take another step. ”
The traitorous stinging in my nose is back.
My eyes are watering ever so slightly, but I just about manage to keep them at bay.
Every word that has just left his mouth has managed to split my heart into two.
He sees me, like, truly sees the real me.
That is something I have always hoped for, but never thought I could get.
It’s also one of the main reasons I have kept my distance, not just from him, but from any man.
The worry of showing my internal scars, and them running a mile away.
Yet, I have a gut feeling that Luke isn’t like that.
He wouldn’t run from me, but would run with me.
“I think I’d like that,” I whisper around the lump in my throat.
His answering smile is beautiful. He leans forward to leave a kiss on my temple before pretending to watch the rest of the movie. Once I'm pretty sure my emotions are under control, without moving to face him, I open up a little bit more.
“I will tell you what happened to me, but not today.”
If my ear wasn’t pressed against his chest, I wouldn’t have heard his small intake of breath, or the way his heart picked up and began to race.
He pulls me closer yet again before whispering, “Not today.”