Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
PJ
He’s still in the shower. When I find him, my man’s big body is under the spray with his hair plastered to his head, and his forehead leaning against the tile wall.
At first, I’m wondering if he fell asleep standing up.
I drop my boxers on the floor before climbing into the stone enclosure with him. I slide my arms around him and press my lips to the back of his shoulder. “Something I need to know?”
To my surprise, he turns and leans down to kiss me. He tastes minty, like he brushed his teeth right before getting in. “I want you so much I don’t have the words.”
Oh. Whew. Not what I expected.
“So tell me why you’re pruning up in here when I could be exploring your body with my tongue?” Not that I don’t love watching the water trail over his shoulders and down his spine.
“It’s…” He shakes his head. “Everything else. I got in here and I started thinking. About everything. What happened tonight and why? The thirteen years between us. The fact that I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”
Okay, I gotta shut this down fast. Reaching past him, I grab the knob and turn the shower off. “All valid concerns. Let’s talk about them. Or maybe first we do something about the fact that we’re naked. Either way, I vote we save the environment by getting out of here.”
His laugh is deep, but tired. When I grab a fluffy towel to help dry him off, he instead rubs his slick body against me, wrapping his arms around my neck. Boy does that get things going again.
We kiss again, and honestly, I could do that all night. His lips are plump and a little bit salty. He’s got stubble he didn’t have the first time we hooked up, and I’m surprised by how much I like it rubbing against my skin.
“Would it help if I pointed out we’ve been having sex for over a month now? Mostly not in person, but still. I’ve claimed your ass whether I’ve been inside of it or not, and I’ve got a modest goal of ruining you for anyone else.” My lips brush against his, and I could swear I feel him shiver.
Have I mentioned how much I like the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles? There’s a soft noise in the back of his throat, almost a scoff. He thinks I’m joking.
I’m as serious as cancer. I’m claiming Fallon in the name of myself. It’s an important goal, because now that I’ve decided I want him, I’m going to have him. Nobody else is allowed.
“Sounds like we should both scale back our goals.” He’s laughing, but it’s a nervous sound.
“Maybe.” I clear my throat, even as I’m licking the water droplets off his shoulder.
“How about this? I’ll aim to get a condom on without accidentally shooting it across the room and putting my dick in the wrong hole—hey, stop laughing.
I did that once. The condom thing, not the other one.
To be fair, I was sixteen and it was my first time. ”
Fuck, he’s sexy when he laughs. When he smiles. Best of all, when he’s relaxed. We make it back to the bed in nothing but our towels, and I slide over to the bedside table to find the condoms and lube.
“On the bed.” I roll my shoulders back. I can’t fucking wait for this. “I want you on your knees again.”
My words seem to make him tremble. Impossibly, seeing him this way makes me even harder.
Weirdly, I’m wishing I had a feather. Something soft to stroke over his skin. I kneel between his spread legs and I let my fingers roam over his back, his ass, his hips, and his thighs. In the interest of making him as desperate as possible, I avoid directly touching his dick.
I can’t get over how he responds to me, how every slide of my palms and fingertips results in moans and whimpers and so much goddamn trembling.
So if I had a feather or, I don’t know, a cotton ball? One of those soft little puff balls my ex used to put on her makeup? Bet that would make him lose his fucking mind.
I really want to see Fallon lose his mind. Over and over. I want to be the reason. The only reason.
“Jesus, PJ, if you don’t fuck me soon, I think I might explode.”
There’s a flicker of something more than eagerness in Fallon’s eyes. Feels a little like he’s battling me for control. I like it.
I snap my fingers, giving Fallon a look that says “I’m in charge.”
“Is this what topping from the bottom is? I’ve read about that. You want to be the one in charge, baby?”
He shakes his head. But I don’t miss the way his eyes flare to life again. My Fallon has a curious excitement in his eyes. It looks good, that spark.
I’m filing this moment away for later. After all, I went into my first date with Fallon assuming I’d be the one having to submit. I’m not completely opposed to changing roles sometime, if he wants to.
I open the lube and get to work. I squeeze the bottle too hard, which causes me to positively drown my fingers in slippery stuff. Guess I’ll just have to make good use of all of it.
“Tell me your safe word again, baby,” I tell him as I reach down to give his dick a lazy stroke.
“Mm. Pancakes.”
“Good. All this shit is new to me, you know? My ex let me fuck her ass a couple of times, but, honestly, she got pretty grumpy about it, so I’m in new territory here.
” I stroke him again, and once more for good measure, eliciting another delicious moan.
“So, use your words, Fallon. I want to know exactly how you feel. Exactly what you like.”
“You weren’t nearly this gentle with me on our first date.”
That night, I was angry. Resentful over having to take a date I didn’t want. Since that date led to Fallon and me being here right now, I’ve got a different perspective.
“Humor me.”
He gets a little flushed. “I’d like you to get inside of me, Keeper. And I’d like you to fuck me. As hard as you can.”
Ohhhhh. Oh, fucking fuck. I don’t know what it is about him calling me Keeper. It makes my chest swell and my balls throb. I’d give him almost anything he asks for after calling me that.
I slide my already lubed fingers between his legs, spreading him wider, searching for his hole.
“You have no idea how turned on I get when you call me that.” I press in slowly, sliding one finger inside him.
My middle finger, because it’s the longest, and I don’t know exactly how deep I need to go.
My only knowledge about finding the prostate has come from diagrams. Also a prostate massager I used on myself thanks to another escort’s recommendations, but that didn’t give me a great visual reference.
My fingers brush something sort of spongy, and Fallon’s hips lift up while he bellows out the words, “Oh, fuck me.”
“Words, Fallon. Did that feel good?” But I know that it did, and I’m preening like Jolene right after someone tells her she’s pretty.
“Oh, fuck yes. It felt so good. It felt so good I want you to do it again and again until I explode.”
Hell yes. “You want another finger?”
“I want your dick.”
Hmm. “You sure about that?”
“I like a little pain, remember?”
Alrighty then.
Even though I trust Fallon, I can’t quite bring myself to just shove into him after only one finger. I’m not a porn star, but I’ve made a few girls wince in discomfort in the past. The last thing I want is for Fallon to never let me fuck him again because I gave him too much pain.
So I push two fingers into him. I do it kind of rushed and sloppy on purpose. He said he likes it when it hurts some, so I don’t feel like I need to be too gentle. I brush that spot of his again, gratified by the noises he makes.
Okay. I suck in a deep breath. Here we go.
His steady stream of “yes” and “please” and “oh God, more” and “It feels so good when you touch me there” is exactly what I want to hear.
I’m throbbing for him, leaking so hard it’s making a trail on his black bedspread.
I’ll have to help him do the laundry later.
But for now, I’m ready to slide inside him.
I still have a ton of lube on my hand, so I use that to get myself nice and wet once the condom’s on. It’s almost painful to pull my fingers out of him, but I know this is going to be better.
“You’re so hot and tight,” I tell him. “You’re going to feel so good around my dick, aren’t you?”
It’s not a word that comes out of his mouth, but I take the strangled sound as a yes.
I press inside, and holy fuck, I was so right. The heat and pressure are amazing. I could die right now, with him swallowing me inch by inch and his hisses and moans coming out of his throat and his eyes pinched shut and his lips parted and—
“Hurry up and fuck me already. Please, Keeper.”
There he goes again. Using that word that happens to be my own personal command button.
“Okay, baby.” But first…
I use one slippery hand to press down on his back, putting his face and chest on the mattress. Then I pull his arms behind him, grasping his wrists and holding them together.
“You said you like being restrained, right?”
“Yes.” He’s almost whispering to himself. “Oh fuck. We’re really doing this. Yes.”
I can’t believe he’s letting me. Nobody’s ever looked sexier than Fallon with his arms straining, his hands clasping my arms. My heart might honestly beat right out of my chest, seeing him this way.
I push inside faster. He’s not the only one who’s about to lose it. For weeks, I’ve fantasized and anticipated being inside him. Now that I am, I might pass out.
“God, you’re tight,” I whisper. I pull him against me as I slide inside. At first, I worry it’s a little too fast, a little too painful, but the look on his face looks like fucking heaven.
Dying to feel him all the way around me, I push until my body is tight against his. And then I push in a little farther so I can hear that noise he makes.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he says. “Fuck me hard, Keeper. I want you so much. I want to feel you for a long time after you’re gone.”
If I have my way about it, there will be no leaving him.
Not anymore. All the same, I do as he asks.
I ease into a steady rhythm before getting faster, faster, and as hard as I dare without—oh, who am I kidding?
I don’t want to be gentle. I want to wring every moan and groan and “fuck me harder” out of him I can until I—
Fallon lets out a high-pitched wail. For a second, his muscles clamp down so tight it’s almost impossible to move. His hand shuttles over his cock so fast, and I can feel his asshole fluttering around me.
I’ve never been religious, but I think I might be ready to start, because seeing Fallon this way has got to be what heaven is all about.
“Keeper,” he whispers. “May I?”
My eyes go wide. Oh fuck, he did not…
My heart stutters.
Because he’s asking for permission.
If he hadn’t asked and he’d exploded all over himself, I would have been thrilled. Fucking thrilled, and smug as hell, about giving this gorgeous man an orgasm. But then he went and asked me, and now I’m on top of the world.
“Come on, baby.”
And he does. The squeeze of him makes everything in my vision go white as I’m seized by the most powerful orgasm of my life. Like some never-before-discovered life-form has awakened from inside my body, and it has full control, forcing my hips to batter Fallon’s ass with everything I am.
Holy shit. Holy, holy shit. As I catch my breath, I pull out slowly, so spent that all I can do is sink to the bed beside him.
Fallon’s got that hazy, dreamy look about him. The one he seems to get after he comes. It feels like I have something precious, getting to see him this way. A way nobody else does.
“Thank you, Keeper,” he murmurs tiredly. “You make me feel so good.”
Warmth floods my chest. There’s some feeling in there I can’t quite identify. I can’t do anything except pull him against me, the big spoon to his little one, despite our size difference.
“I always want to make you feel good, Fallon.”
And I will. I intend to. It’s my new fucking religion.