CHAPTER FOUR
FALCON
Bella made the sweetest sound when I covered her mouth with mine and ran my tongue across her bottom lip. The urge to force my way inside her wet heat, push her back and make her moan beneath me prickled at my skin in an overwhelming wave of arousal.
I shoved that selfish need back, and did what I promised her, taking it slow.
Even if it fucking killed me.
Hell, she’d made me laugh, more than once. She deserved the reward she’d earned.
When Bella’s soft lips parted I groaned into her mouth, pulling her closer as I tangled my fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp and struggled to hold to my own promise.
“Falcon,” she murmured, breaking the kiss briefly to push her body against me in a need to be closer.
I swallowed hard, needing the same thing, just without all the damn denim and cotton in the way. When she went for my jacket earlier, I couldn't stand the thought of one more damn layer of clothing between me and her.
I held to my resolve—motherfucking just—and slid my tongue alongside hers gently enough to draw a mewl from her. My heart slammed into my ribs but I kept her close, kissing her slow like I promised. Her tongue flicked against mine, the lightest touch and I swore I'd explode in my pants if she did it more than once.
Which proved to not be true at all, just a test of my resolve and utter luck as she tormented me with those tiny flicks, her nails scratching lightly at my chest as her fingers curled like a kitten’s on my shirt. Her breath came in short pants at first, but she settled into a rhythm, her body softening into my embrace as my suspicions grew.
When I eased her back onto the leather bench seat, tucking my jacket beneath her head like a pillow— knew that would come in handy— I skated one hand down to her hip and squeezed. Just gently, but the way she bucked into me before I settled my weight over her, and how her eyes flew open, widening in stunned, fresh arousal, told me everything.
“Too much?” I asked softly, watching her face.
“Ah, a little–” she stuttered, her words breaking off
I swore that on anyone else her stammer wouldn’t be so freaking cute. On her…I leaned down and kissed her deeply until all the tension I’d intentionally put back into her melted away. Her sigh when I settled my weight over her hit me somewhere deep around chest height. I slid a hand along her body, curved my fingers over her thigh and pulled her leg out a little.
Enough that I could sink into the spot between. The heat of her emanated through her white denim pants. I released a shuddering breath and tried not to grind into her, but there’d be no hiding how aroused I was at this proximity. Which was the point.
I expected her to stiffen and push me away. Hell, I expected a slap for pushing her, after she’d barely been able to speak to me before. For a girl who could sass me out and tease me like she did, when it came to intimacy, she was painfully shy and beyond inexperienced.
My kisses grew rougher and I drew back, needing to keep everything light and easy for her. Fuck, I didn’t want to break this sweet girl I’d just found who had come to represent everything that I didn’t have in my world that I wanted so badly it hurt.
Just one day. That’s all I want.
Sucking in a deep breath through her nose, she kissed me back and hooked her leg around the back of my knee. The move was awkward, but she raised her hips and pressed back into me, stealing my sanity at the implied contact. I grazed my hand along her ribs, holding her in place.
Breaking the kiss, I didn't speak at first, my mind whirling. She watched me, her breaths slow and easy, eyes dozy as all fuck with arousal. I stroked my thumb across her bottom lip, loving how plump and red stained they'd become with our kisses.
She wiggled a little, testing me further, though I doubted she had any idea what she was doing.
Deciding to push the boundaries a little myself I feathered kisses along her jaw and across her throat, licking and sucking on all the spots where I thought she might be the most sensitive. My hands went on a tour of their own, grazing the pads of my fingers around the swell of her breasts, the undersides where I thought she might ache the most without touching the sensitive peaks.
No way was I giving her pleasure that easy. I’d teach her, if that’s what she wanted, but she’d also learn to ask, with me.
And I’d enjoy that part the most.
“Ohh,” she whispered, eyes lust drunk, flaring wide before her heavy lids dropped back again, almost shuttering on me.
“Nu uh.” I shook my head, coming back to press a firm kiss to her lips to wake her up. “Don’t you drop out on me, Bella. I want all your attention right here. And I want to touch you more. Can I?” A loaded question that involved clothes, or the lack of them.
She’d get there with me in a second.
“Y– yes.” The second half came out surprisingly clear. Her gaze met mine through thick lashes, head on and challenging. “Please, Falcon.”
Fuck. Me.
I wasn’t completely sure of what she just asked me, but hell, was I here for it.
I closed my hand gently around her breast through her tee, squeezing rhythmically and working the motion toward her nipple. Her breath came in fast pants until I squeezed the tight nub through her thin, lacy bra beneath, then, holding her eyes, I pushed her shirt up, and licked my way toward her breast.
Her torn cry when I latched onto her nipple over the soft lace made me inherently relieved that I’d taken her well away from everyone else for the day.
Because those sounds were mine, and no one else’s.
“Have you done this before, Bella?” I murmured, feeling only slightly predatory.
“Yes, once,” she whispered.
“Good. I’ll get his name later,” I muttered, needing to tear someone apart.
Her laugh tore at me in both good and terrible ways. “Stop that.”
She swatted at my hair, then slid her fingers through the dark waves, sighing when I suckled on her again. Her hips rocked against me and I swallowed hard, teasing her nipple with my tongue until she arched and cried out again.
I slid a hand over her stomach, pressing her flat to the leather beneath, and rubbed my fingertips just beneath the waistband on her pants. “Here?”
“Nu uh—” The sound she made wasn’t really a word at all. More a stolen breath that burst the moment it expelled from her lips.
“Is that a no, Bella? How many men to do I need to find?” I growled playfully.
Alright, so not so playfully, but she wriggled beneath me, giggling all the same. Fuck, she had to know I meant it. Right? Right?
“No others,” she admitted in a small voice, like she expected me to abandon her on the spot.
Fuck, with my reputation, I didn’t blame her in the least. It didn’t take a genius to guess that she’d checked up on my name the night before, or this morning. Or talked to her father about me. Hell, I never did make it back to see what my sire wanted with hers.
But that conversation could wait
“No others, hmm?” I toyed with the soft strip of flesh over her belly. She might be tiny but she still had curves in the right places to squeeze and suck on. “Do you want me to stop, bella ?” I made her name the term of endearment this time, and her eyes flared wide with recognition as I pitched my voice low.
“Not yet,” she whispered back.
I nodded my approval, flicking the button open on her pants to show my intent, still playing with her breast with my other hand. She whimpered prettily when I toyed with her, tracing my fingers over her clothes, then plunged my hand inside her panties.
And encountered bare, damp flesh.
A deep sound reverberated in my chest. Even I didn’t know if I meant it in praise or dissatisfaction. “Have you been lying to me, Bella?” I slid my fingers through her slick, naked folds as she arched and trembled beneath me.
“N– no,” she managed, shaking all fucking over. “I’ve never?—”
“Never what?” I teased my fingertips at her entrance, the heel of my hand pressed to her clit, never having intended to go this far today. I’d wanted to see what she’d do when I touched her, but finding her waxed, perfectly tender flesh beneath those normal clothes broke me. “You can’t pretend not to have been touched before and then I find out you’re all wet and smooth right here. That doesn’t add up.” I kept my voice low and soft, knowing the threat was that much worse than if I lost my temper outwardly.
Inside, I seethed. Had she lied to me? If she had— fuck, she put on a good show. I’d been completely convinced by what I assumed was the truth at face value. Now? I swallowed and pressed a finger inward.
Her thighs tightened, clamping around my hand. “Stop!” she cried.
I froze in place at the pure panic etched in the hard lines carved across her otherwise soft, dozy face. There's no faking that.
Not moving, I leaned down and kissed her gently. “Talk to me, Bella.” I nudged her cheek with my nose. “Tell me all your secrets.”
She shook her head, a bright stain flushing her pale cheeks even as heat enveloped my hand.
Well, well.
I started to withdraw my hand when she squeezed her eyes shut, then threw them open and stared at me with that same flaring brand of defiance that was all her she’d shown me before.
“I’m a virgin,” she blurted, still trembling all over. Just…lesser than before.
“I guessed as much,” I said dryly.
She frowned at me. “Then what was that?” She looked pointedly at my hand still inside her pants.
It was my turn to blush. “Ah. I— dammit, girl. I like bald pussies,” I muttered, pulling away.
She surprised me again, catching my wrist. “N–not yet,” she mumbled.
The stutter was back. But then, I had wanted her to ask me for what she wanted.
“Tell me what you want,” I prompted softly, pressing my fingertips rhythmically into her soft, slicked flesh.
“I want— oh, fuck, Falcon,” she gasped, lifting her hips when I rubbed her gently without pushing my fingers into her.
“I know, beautiful,” I stroked her until her breath caught, finding that sweetly painful edge but also knowing that without touching her clit or pushing my fingers inside her, she probably couldn't climax. Though from the different sort of flush climbing her cheeks, it was a damn close thing. “Tell me,” I cooed, teasing myself as much as I did her.
My cock thickened and strained against my jeans, but I focused on her face, her short, shattered breaths that brushed my lips when I dipped my head to steal more kisses.
“I can't think when you do that.” She stared at me, her legs falling open so beautifully for me.
“I know, I don’t play fair.” I kept stroking her. “Fuck, you’re wet. Let me taste you,” I murmured, dragging my tongue across her bottom lip.
I’d been wrong. It didn’t take my touch to make her come. Just my words.
She cried out as she spasmed under my fingers. Heat gushed around me and I knew she’d be dripping by the time I got her clothing off to clean her with my tongue.
I kissed her through the remainder of her orgasm, her smooth pussy pulsing against my fingers. I’d given myself the world’s biggest fucking tease in making her come unintentionally without having my fingers inside her. Neither of us took that pleasure though she did in a different way.
Slowly, the tremors that wracked her subsided. I held her close, rocking my hips into her as I withdrew my hand to her whimpers and sucked her scent from them.
She watched, fascinated as I finished then rubbed the last of her own flavor over her lips. She licked the residue up obediently, her eyes curious. She never backed down and I nearly disgraced myself like a schoolboy rubbing up against her obsessively.
Sucking in my own deep breath, I slid down her body, taking her pants with me. She didn’t object, letting me undress her, until I tugged her shoes and the white denim from her body, as well as her lace panties that matched the lacy bra.
Her hands fluttered at her sides. I caught one, kissing her knuckles hard. Her fingers closed around mine, belying her anxiety. I didn’t let go as I settled between her thighs, anchoring one knee over my shoulders, and dipped my head to my task.
Her skin, already swollen and glistening, left me aching with need as I licked her gently. Flattening my tongue, I cleaned her first before I brought her next orgasm on. She mewled above me, her fingers digging into the back of my hand as her thigh flexed over my shoulder. The scent of her drove me mad with need, so sweet and salty and clean. Perfect for us. I lapped at her, savoring the taste I memorized for later when I wasn’t with her.
My cock ached to drive inside her sweet center, but I teased her tight hole with my tongue instead, soothing her flesh until she shivered for me. Then I plunged my tongue inside her, enjoying her squeal way too fucking much as she rocked against my face. Nails clawed in my hair at the deluge of sensations I knew she hadn’t felt from coming on someone’s face before.
Her hips raised, bucking into me. I untangled our hands, pressing my palm flat to her belly to hold her down and pulled her thigh open to me. Bella gasped shuddering breaths in as I left her exposed, and licked my way up to her clit, sucking her bundle of nerves into my mouth. It only took a few flicks before she screamed, arching where I pinned her down.
The sound that left me was feral. I was halfway up her body before my brain caught up with the message that we weren’t fucking her today.
She’s unbroken and not ruined and a fucking virgin .
And she’s mine .
Bella’s arms launched around my neck, her mouth crashing into mine in the first full kiss she’d initiated. I caught her against me, lowering us both back to the bench seat as she tasted herself on my tongue, letting me kiss her deeply. I ground myself against her roughly then drew back, breathing hard.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I got carried away.”
She stared up at me with luminous eyes the color of the sea beneath a stormy sky. “You don’t need to apologize to me,” she whispered, repeating my own words from earlier back at me.
“Don’t I?”
I kissed her again, finding her clothes and dressing her like a doll before I forgot my silent promise to her, laid her out and taught her everything I knew about pleasure and how many edges there were to the strange shape of it.
Because this girl was mine in every way and I'd be damned if I let one day with her ever be enough.
She tucked herself against me, her arms wrapped around my waist, cheek resting against my chest as she stood on trembling legs inside the circle of my arms as I directed the boat home.
The long way around.