Chapter 10 A Killer Experience
ten
a killer experience
War
By the end of the night I had whiplash pulling across the street from Fallon's brownstone, watching carefully as she got out of the car with the same guy she left with.
After doing some research while I waited for them to come out of Foley's mansion, I found out his name was Hitch and he was her fucking stepbrother.
The thought of them fucking turned me on, but what really made my dick hard was the thought of me and him fucking her. I knew I sounded crazy, I didn't even know the girl. But I wanted her, and nothing was going to fucking stop me.
During my spare time, I also looked into Fallon and how Foley might know her, and what I found didn't sit right with me.
He wanted her. He stalked her. And when he couldn't have what he wanted he took what he wanted for himself and ruined a life in the process.
I was helping him find one of the women whose life he ruined for his own selfish gain… and it made me fucking sick.
I got out of my car when they disappeared inside, lighting a cigarette as I crossed the desolate, snowy street.
The moment I put my foot on her bottom step the door opened, and there she was all dressed up and looking more beautiful than ever.
She glared at me and I smirked at her, licking my lips playfully.
"What are you doing back here? What the fuck do you want?" She seethed, stepping onto the porch and closing the door behind her.
"You," I said, never more sure of something in my life.
She rolled her eyes and huffed, her breath a cloud swirling between us. "You don't even know me."
"You don't have to know someone to know you want them, and Fallon, I fucking want you," I told her, stepping closer up the steps.
Her eyes flickered, a mix of anger and fear, maybe? Whatever it was, it fueled me. The cold air nipped at my exposed skin, but I hardly noticed. All I noticed was her. Her perfect face, framed by blonde hair, her body, sculpted and desirable.
"Get off my fucking property," she spat, her voice tight. "Before I call the police."
I chuckled, the sound raspy in the stillness of the night. "Go ahead. Tell them what? That I said I wanted you? They can't arrest me for wanting you, darling."
I took another step, closing the distance between us. The scent of her perfume, a delicate floral, filled my senses, making the desire inside me surge. She backed away, her movements sharp and deliberate.
"Stay away from me," she warned, her voice barely a whisper now. The fight seemed to be draining from her, replaced by a vulnerability that both excited and unnerved me.
"Why?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "Are you afraid of me, Fallon?"
I saw the flicker of acknowledgement in her eyes. Good. Let her be afraid. Let her know that I would do whatever it took. I reached out, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her coat. She flinched, but didn't move away. My hand found her chin, tilting her face up to meet mine.
"Because I'm going to have you," I whispered, my lips inches from hers, savoring the moment. "One way or another."
The words floated in the air, a promise, a threat, a challenge. I leaned in, my gaze locked on her, waiting for the inevitable surrender. The snowy street, the brownstone, the world around us, seemed to fade away. There was only Fallon, and my burning need for her.
I grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her body into mine, capturing her lips in a surprising kiss that I couldn't hold back any longer.
Her back hit the cold brick beside her front door and she gasped into my mouth.
A little hesitant, eventually as I cupped her face in my hands, Fallon gripped my waist, pulling me closer as she rose on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss.
I could taste the alcohol on her breath, but I couldn't stop kissing her.
She was fucking addicting, and I only wanted more of her—more than just a kiss.
The kiss deepened, our bodies molding together in the frigid air.
Her hands, initially tentative, now clutched at the lapels of my coat, as if she were drowning and I was the only thing keeping her afloat.
The taste of her, the feel of her lips moving against mine, was a tidal wave of sensation, crashing over me.
This was it. This was the moment I had been anticipating, the culmination of the burning desire that had consumed me.
My tongue swept across her bottom lip, and she parted for me, her mouth opening to welcome the intrusion. I deepened the kiss, exploring the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Every touch sent electricity through my veins. The need to touch her, to feel her skin against mine, became an unbearable ache.
I pulled away, just enough to look into her eyes, which were now locked on mine, heavy with a mixture of fear and something else that hinted at a corresponding desire.
"Let me in, Fallon," I rasped, my voice thick with wanting.
Her eyes flickered, the fight momentarily gone. She hesitated for a beat, a moment suspended in time, before she leaned back in and whispered, "Here."
Without another word, I swept her into my arms, the sudden movement eliciting a small gasp from her.
I turned, gently pushing the door open, ignoring the cold rush of air that seeped into the small space.
Inside, the foyer was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of lilies and freshly cut grass, oddly enough.
Her eyes were searching mine, with so many questions I couldn't help answer.
I kicked the door shut behind me with my foot, never breaking our gaze, then turned to her, my heart hammering in my chest.
"I've wanted you for so long, Fallon. Let me show you how much.
" I lowered my head and pressed my lips against her neck, nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck.
I could feel her pulse racing under my lips, and a smile tugged at my own.
I was going to devour her, to take every part of her, and if her stepbrother wanted to join, I wouldn't say no.
"Who the fuck are you?" Hitch found us in the hallway on our way up to Fallon's room, a possessive look in his eyes.
"A friend of your sister's," I said with a smirk as I pushed past him, his footsteps following right behind us as I carried Fallon to her room.
I sat her on her bed, her lipstick smeared from our kiss.
The jealous look on Hitch's face had me feeling good, but I knew it wouldn't last. Good things never lasted for me, and I was okay with it because I was used to it.
Still, I stood in front of Fallon with her stepbrother beside me, and the heated look in her eyes as she flicked her gaze between the two of us just fueled the desire inside of me even more.
Without speaking, Hitch and I stepped forward, reaching out to touch Fallon as she sat there stunned, not knowing what to say or do because I could tell she wanted this to happen as much as I did. She just didn't know how to come out and say it. But she didn't have to.
"Take her dress off," I told Hitch as I lifted my shirt over my head, watching Fallon's eyes widen as she roamed them over my tattoos.
He laid her onto her back gently, pulling off her clothing with delicate ease and care.
She smiled at him but quickly looked at me, her eyes dropping to my hand which was stroking my cock as I watched the two of them interact.
Before she could say anything, I leaned down and kissed her again, running my fingertips up her stomach, feeling goosebumps prick her silky skin.
"Fuck, I want you," I mumbled against her lips as my hand pushed her legs open and slipped between them.
She arched her back and her eyes fluttered from my touch. I grinned and looked at Hitch who seemed to be equally aroused by the sight of her.
"She's fucking beautiful," I said to Hitch, before I began to suck on her neck, giving her a hickey that was sure to last a few days.
"I know," Hitch quickly agreed, undressing, his eyes never leaving Fallon's body.
I felt the heat rise as I watched them, the way he looked at her.
I knew the look, the desire. It was mirrored in my own eyes, reflecting the overwhelming need to control her.
My fingers dipped further down, finding her center, and she gasped.
I could feel her growing wet for me, and I couldn't wait any longer.
I stood and fisted my cock harder, faster while my fingers dipped in and out of her pussy.
"Hitch," I said, a rough edge to my voice. "Help me."
We worked in perfect unison. He lifted her legs as I braced her and prepared, swiping her wetness all over her pussy lips and my cock.
She cried out as I slid inside her pussy, but it was a cry of pleasure, of acceptance.
Hitch moved onto the bed and lifted her, joining us, sliding into her pussy from underneath.
Her breath hitched from our cocks stretching her pussy out, and it made my heart thump faster.
The room was a complete blur of movement and sensation.
The air crackled with desire and smelled of alcohol and sex.
Fallon, caught between us, was a whirlwind of pleasure.
She dug her nails into our backs, her body writhing, as her eyes rolled back into her head.
Her screams filled the room as we amped up our pace, her body arching and convulsing between us as we fucked her harder. I reached down and shoved my fingers into her mouth and down her throat, pushing my cock deeper at the same time so her tight, wet pussy molded around us.
"Oh that's it," she moaned over and over with my fingers in her mouth as Hitch cupped her tits from beneath her.
The world was nothing but a kaleidoscope of her, Hitch, and me. Her moans echoed, a symphony of surrender and delight, as we pushed her further, deeper, into her warm cunt, making her ours. Time twisted, bent, and shattered, replaced by an eternity of raw sensation.
I felt myself teetering on the edge, the precipice of a release that threatened to tear me apart.
The pressure built, a tidal wave of lust threatening to drown me.
I gripped Fallon's hips, urging her closer to the brink, wanting her to fall with me, to feel the same earth-shattering explosion.
Suddenly, her body convulsed, a violent shudder that sent her spiraling over the edge.
Her scream, a raw, primal sound, tore from her throat.
Her nails raked down my back as her muscles clenched around me, a glorious, torturous grip.
And then, I lost control. The world dissolved, everything collapsing into a blinding white flash. I bucked, driving into her as my own release ripped through me, a raw, primal scream escaping my lips.
I lay gasping, panting, tangled between her legs, my heart hammering against my ribs. The aftershocks of the orgasm still coursed through me, leaving me weak and spent. My gaze drifted to Hitch, who was equally drained, his body slick with sweat, his eyes glazed over with satisfaction.
For a moment, silence hung in the air. Then, Fallon's eyes opened, slowly, her gaze unfocused. Her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, and a faint smile touched her lips.
"Again," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
The word ignited a fresh wave of desire within me. I glanced at Hitch, a silent question passing between us. He met my gaze, a flicker of agreement in his eyes. Without a word, he shifted, moving to adjust his position.
I leaned down and kissed Fallon again, tasting the remnants of myself on them.
This time, I knew there would be no holding back.
The night was still young. The hunt was over, the prize was claimed, and we were lost in the intoxicating haze of her.
It was a beautiful, chaotic disaster, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
We were a trio, entangled in a web of lust and secrets, and tonight, we would unravel it together, strand by strand.