Chapter 31 Falco
FALCO
Aerin hesitates, clutching at the hem of her pajamas as she stares at me. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I nod quickly, eager for the one thing that will calm me down, consequences be damned. The moment she takes my hand, I’m grounded back in reality and not caught in a nightmare where my dreams tore between the death of my ex and the death of Pidge.
Aerin is safe.
She’s right here.
And now she’s in my arms.
I cuddle her tightly, drawing her as close to my body as she can get. When she’s nestled in, I kiss the top of her head. “Could you not sleep either?”
“I was worried about you,” she murmurs, her breath tickling my bare chest. “I needed to see you were okay.”
“I’m okay.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“What were you dreaming about?”
I gaze up into the darkness above me as the lingering tendrils of the dream worm around my mind. “Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me. Please.” Aerin shifts against me and her head lifts just enough that her eyes glint with the small shimmer of light creeping in through the window. “After everything…surely you trust me?”
“I trust you.”
“Then what were you dreaming about?”
“Pidge. My ex. Soldiers from my unit. People I care about always end up dead and I’m never—” The words claw at my throat and I swallow hard. “I’m always too late.”
“Not with me,” Aerin says softly. “You’ve always saved me.”
“I have.”
“And you care about me.”
“I do.” More than she can ever know.
“So you’re not always too late. If anything, you’re always just in time. I’m…not trying to diminish your grief about Pidge. But you’re not always late, Falco. You’re not.”
Her words carry the weight of truth, but they tangle with the self-depreciation that keeps me awake at night. So much blood has soaked into my hands, and now my best friend joins the pool. How long until it’s Aerin’s blood?
What if I’ve already failed her and I don’t even know it?
“Hey.” She gently presses her lips to my chin. “Repeat it back. You’re not always late.”
I tilt my head down until my chin rests on my chest and I can almost look her in the eye. “I’m not always late.”
“You’re a good man.”
“You said no lies.”
Her fingers immediately prod into my ribs and I squirm, biting back a laugh. “Okay, okay. I’m a good man.”
“There we go. Don’t lose yourself in the dark, Falco. Not when I’m right here.”
She is here. Somehow, against all odds, against my better judgement and more, she’s still right here.
Aerin is everything I shouldn’t want and yet everything I crave.
My fingers skim up her arm, over her shoulder, and cup her cheek.
As my thumb slides along her soft jawline, I bring my face closer and kiss her ever so slowly.
Then I kiss her a little harder. A little longer.
Suddenly, she’s underneath me and our mouths clash together in a heated exchange while she runs her hands down my chest. I cradle the side of her neck to keep her pinned in the perfect position to keep kissing her.
No words are exchanged, but somehow we’re moving together like it’s some kind of dance.
I can’t stop.
I’m addicted and every second I spend with her is a second I feel calmer. No longer is there a hunger in my chest to tear myself apart to make up for my loss. Now, there’s only a desire for Aerin and I’m clinging to it with both hands.
She slides her fingers up my body until they’re buried in my hair, then she pulls tight and breaks the kiss with a gasp. “Do you…you wanna?” she asks breathlessly and I laugh softly.
“Are you asking me if I want to fuck you?”
“Mhm.” She nods, her lips pulling to one side in a shy smile. “Is that…okay?”
“Honey, that’s more than okay.”
Cameras be damned, I pull the covers over the top of us and kiss her head while pushing her pajama top up far enough that her large, soft breasts are exposed to my wandering hands.
From tweaking her nipples with my fingers to kissing down her throat, Aerin’s a whimpering puddle by the time I bury my face in her tits and palm her nipples in rolling motions.
She pulls harder at my hair, sending a spike of lust straight to my dick.
She’s a map and I’m working out the directions with my lips and teeth.
From her soft nipples that I lick and suck to stiff peaks, down to her soft belly and the giggles she stifles when I kiss near her navel, all the way down until I’m between her warm, soft thighs, I trace every inch of her.
Every curve and rise, every freckle and mark, nothing is safe.
I map out every single detail of her with my lips and by the time I press my tongue flat to her pussy, she’s already soaked and it’s a wonder she doesn’t cum instantly.
“Falco,” Aerin moans, her thighs twitching against my shoulders. One of her hands remains firmly in my hair as I shove my face against her pussy, and her other scrabbles at my shoulder so I reach up and take her hand.
The moment our fingers lace together, I thrust my tongue between her lips and delve deep into her sweetness as soft, breathy moans pour from her lips like a musical waterfall.
She holds on tight to me and doesn’t let go, even as I reduce her to a trembling, gasping mess that can only squeak in delight when her orgasm takes her.
By the time I’ve eaten her through her pleasure and soothed her quivering pussy with long, flat strokes of my tongue, she’s got her breath back and my cock is so hard it aches.
“Please,” Aerin gasps as I messily kiss my way back up her body.
Our hands remain joined, and I press them into the bedding next to her head while bracing over her.
“Please what?”
“I-I want to feel you inside of me again. Please.”
“Promise?”
“Oh god I promise. I want it. I want you. I need it, I need!” Her eyes widen, barely visible under the dark of the blanket and when I go to kiss her, her lips are wide in the perfect O as I gently press my cock into her.
All my restraint comes together to keep my pace slow as her silken heat closes around my cock like a perfect glove made just for me. Deeper and Deeper I sink until our hips are flush together and my balls twitch as she clenches down around me.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, her lips brushing mine as she talks. “You f-feel bigger from this angle.”
“Thanks,” I reply with a smirk.
Aerin bursts out laughing and I join her, then she gasps and tightens her hand in mine. “Oh my god I can feel when you laugh. That’s insane.”
“Not as insane as this.” Our lips close over one another, and I start to fuck her.
My pace is slow at first, soaking up the sensation of her pussy closing around my dick, of her hand in mine and her breasts pushing against my chest as she shifts and twists beneath me.
Her sweetness lingering on my tongue makes my cock throb.
When it twitches, she giggles, which starts the laughing cycle all over again.
Thrusting grows faster and harder while I track Aerin’s pleasure and comfort through her breathless gasps and muted moans that pour from her mouth into mine.
I’m losing myself in her. This is all I want for the rest of my life.
Her hand in mine, her lips locked against mine, and my cock buried as deep inside her as I can reach.
I want to fuck her without having to hide it, kiss her openly, and yell my love from the rooftops. And I want to get on my knees and thank her for saving me from an all-consuming darkness that I didn’t even know was inside me.
“Falco!” Aerin gasps, throwing her head back and breaking the kiss. “I’m so…”
“Relax into it,” I coax her, kissing her jaw and nuzzling down to her neck. “I’m here. I’m right here.”
Pleasure builds like a roar in the back of my mind, sweeping through me where it collides with the heat coiled in my lower gut. The moment Aerin comes and tightens around me like a band, I’m utterly lost to my own desires and I spill inside her three thrusts later.
Through it all, I hold her close while she trembles and gasps and tugs on my hair like it’s some kind of switch controlling her pleasure.
From how much I enjoy it, it might as well be.
We come together, tremble together and then collapse down onto the bed together but not once do our combined hands part.
I keep holding her hand while holding her close and kissing her softly.
“Amazing,” Aerin murmurs weakly against my chest. “It feels amazing.”
“Yeah it does.”
My agreement is the last word spoken before deep sleep takes us both for an hour.
By the time I wake up, the first hint of sunlight teases through my curtain and my phone alarm buzzes repeatedly on the side table, set to wake me long before Aerin needs to rise or her mother begins banging on her door.
It draws Aerin out of her sleep and she lifts her head, smacking her lips together while she squints at me.
“Oh no. We fell asleep.”
“You have that effect on me.”
“Because I’m boring?”
“Soothing.”
“Aww.” She kisses my cheek and sits up, then groans. “Ow.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. It’s…achy. Like a bruise.”
“I was too rough.”
“No!” She tightens her hand in mind while pushing hair out of her face. “It was amazing. I…ugh.”
“Ugh?” I follow her and sit up too, yawning. “What’s ugh?”
“I have my last bridal fitting today. I’d forgotten but I just remembered.”
And just like that, reality crashes back down against my shoulders. “I could always fuck you so hard that you can’t walk down the aisle?”
Aerin laughs and tilts her head, gazing at me with such warmth in her eyes. “Promise?”
“Promise.”