36. Fallon
Chapter thirty-six
Fallon
Yes, I realize I’ve lost my ever-loving mind. I’ve crossed the line. Call my therapist. Call me crazy. Call me if you find my lost marbles.
But you’ll have to leave a message because there’s no way in hell I’m answering my phone right now.
I’m kissing Jeb. Feeling his body. Breathing too hard. Letting go. Falling.
“I want to, if you’re ready, Fal.” His voice is turbulent, rumbling.
His fingertips hum against my skin as he runs his hands over my spine and across my ribs.
“I am,” I huff. “Can you take it off?”
“Do you want it off?”
“Yes.” I moan the word close to his ear, my wet clothes suddenly too much friction for my body to handle.
I yank the front of my shirt while he lifts from the back until my sopping wet material plops on the wood floor.
“Jesus, baby.” Jeb moans wildly as he brings his hands to the underside of my chocolate brown lacy bra, weighing my tits in his palms.
His hands push my tits together, molding cleavage I don’t normally have. He nudges my tits with his nose, cozying into me. Worshiping me. Bowing in front of me.
I’m not even sure he realizes he called me baby.
Jeb’s hands move from my tits to my ribs to the thick strap in the center of my back.
“Can I?” He looks toward me, asking permission to unclasp my bra. When I don’t answer right away, too busy memorizing the heat in his eyes, he kisses the top of each tit, caressing my back with his hands.
Jeb’s brown eyes have a hint of copper peeking through the center near his pupil, and I don’t know if it’s because of the tension and fervor between us or if this is what his eyes looked like before the accident. Before his mind and his spirit were dimmed. Derailed, even.
A sexual spiritual awakening right before my eyes, I watch as his irises flicker and flame. I inadvertently push my tits forward as I reach back to unhook the only thing keeping my nipples jailed.
The second the clasp releases, thin blue straps fall from my shoulders. With his eyes still on mine, Jeb circles his palm along my back. I can spot the exact second when he notices my bra has been unclasped. He inhales sharply. His hands still, he withdraws from the realm of my tits, whisking away the bra dangling from my shoulders.
Jeb hesitates. Pulling away before inching forward, doing it again and again. He’s at war with himself, and there’s no way in hell I can let Moral Jeb win the battle against the Jeb that just said Jesus, baby when he held my tits for the first time.
I dip my head, sucking the shell of his ear into my mouth. It had him growling a few minutes ago, and I’m not above using tricks to keep him on track. Without knowing it, I’ve been studying Jeb’s mind our whole friendship. He overthinks. He gets in his head. He enjoys something, then starts to think he doesn’t deserve it.
“Jeb?”
“Yeah?” He kisses my shoulder.
“I want this. Badly.” I kiss along his jaw. “I want you .”
“I want you too,” he whimpers.
“Have me.”
Jeb stands, tipping my jaw toward him, and I feel the dominance shift. Jeb takes my mouth with his, not wasting any time when he slips his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues tangle lazily, like time isn’t a factor now that he has some part of his body inside of mine, and we’ve both agreed we want this.
With his tongue still in my mouth, Jeb pushes the button of my jeans through the hole before gently tugging on my zipper. The two of us work together to free my wet jeans from my legs. Tugging harder than necessary, we laugh between kisses when I lose my balance and tumble into the wall.
Jeb holds me steadily and guides me backward into my bedroom. When my shin hits the mattress, Jeb lowers us both onto the bed, him cradling my head.
“I didn’t dream of ever seeing you naked.” Crawling down the bed, he kisses from my breastbone to my belly button. “But it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and your pants aren’t off yet.”
“Take them off, Jeb.”
He stands from the bed and lifts my leg. Tugging my wet jeans from the cuffs, he finally frees one leg and has the other pants leg down to my knee. His gaze doesn’t lift from the little pink bow on the front of my underwear as he makes quick work on the other pant leg, practically ripping it from my body.
“The bow,” he murmurs, lowering his mouth to kiss it.
My body heats, electricity ravishing my veins when he tips the top of my thong down with his finger, then kisses the same part of my body with no barriers.
I try not to lose my mind even more than I already have, but I do anyway. Gripping the sheet, I roll my head back to stare at the ceiling, my foot spasming and my toes curling instinctively as Jeb drops kisses where I want them the most.
I let out a whimper when Jeb swipes his tongue over my clit. When the fabric of my thong keeps him from going any farther south, he rips it. My eyes snap open when I hear the fabric tear and Jeb groan. The shred of lace tossed over his shoulder lands on the top of my dresser behind him.
I can only imagine the way my whimpers and moans are turning him on the same way his groans and grunts have me so wet.
I rake my hands through his hair, then prop myself on my elbows to stare at the way this man circles my clit and kisses the crease between my pussy and my thighs. I relax into the mattress while a fire stokes down my legs and up my spine. It doesn’t take long for my whole body to heat while I try to burn the image of the top of Jeb’s head buried between my legs in my mind.
Jeb tilts his head, still licking circles around my clit, as his eyes find mine. Two of his fingers plunge into my cunt, ramming me. His fingers push in, and when they pull out, my hips lift unthinkingly to reach a deeper pound on the next thrust.
“Is this okay?” Jeb asks without lifting his head.
“Jeb. Yes.” I close my eyes and pinch both of my nipples, rolling them between my fingertips.
“You taste so sweet,” he purrs, sucking my clit but also twirling his tongue at the same time. “If there’s anything you want me to d—”
I cut him off. “Jeb, keep going. I’m going to— Holy fucking shit. Jeb. Oh .”
At the next swirl of his tongue, my body fully ignites, seemingly lighting to a thousand degrees. Back sweat isn’t the epitome of sexy, but there’s nothing I can do about that. I bend my knee, and a bead of sweat drops down to my ankle. One last burst of fire spreads through, fireworks shooting behind my eyes while I pinch my nipples as hard as I can. I fall limp on the bed, waiting as the little aftershocks erupt through my body.
“Jeb.” I tug his face to my own. “That was—” I stop to shudder while another little spasm hits. “Fuck.” I bring his mouth to mine, tasting myself.
“You’re so pretty, Fallon.” He swipes his thumb along my cheekbone. “You’re glowing,” he adds with amazement, as if he doesn’t mean to say it out loud.
Jeb’s light and tender kisses gently cool me from my current inferno. Between soft kisses to my chest, stomach, and mouth, he mutters words like beautiful and breathtaking and is this real?
I close my eyes, reveling in the whispers of praise while my breathing returns to normal.
“Stay right here so I can get a towel to clean you up,” he whispers as he rubs my stomach.
If I painted a picture of him right now, he’d have little stars in his copper-brown eyes. Twinkling heat. I’d paint something abstract that makes the viewer feel warmth with a solid foundation. Cozy and secure, both intertwined. Something almost impossible to grasp unless you’ve physically touched it, held it in your own hands. Felt it with your soul.
I reach to grab his wrist, his veiny forearms seducing me all over again as I stroke up and down.
“No, stay,” I plead. “I’m not dirty yet.”
“I’ll literally be right back.” He chuckles.
I’d make sure the stars in his eyes would glimmer like nothing I’d ever seen before.
“No, Jeb. It’s your turn now.” I take the leap of faith to tug his own jeans, wet and plastered to his thighs. If I don’t insist, he’s liable to tell me it’s not about him, that only my pleasure matters to him. “Take your pants off.”
I make a mental note to thank his mother for raising a man who listens the first time when he strips his pants without me asking twice. Okay, maybe I won’t mention this to his mom.
The tent in his briefs sends a little jolt of energy through me. A pip of excitement. A taste of caffeine. I can’t help but shake my ass cheeks and clap a couple of times.
I bite the side of my lip, trying to hold back a grin. When he smiles at me, I beam. Glow. Never have I ever been this excited to see a dick.
I lean forward and tuck my finger under his waistband. He sucks in a fast inhale, his stomach tightening the second I touch his skin. I waste no time tugging his briefs until his cock springs free. Yes, springs.
The sight of a large veiny dick bobbing up from the plaid cotton briefs holding them down is up there with an all-pink sunset or your favorite flower at peak bloom. Something you never want to look away from. Something you’d stare at all day.
Jeb starts to straddle me when I stop him. “Wait, pull them back up,” I tell him.
“Oh, okay. I’m sorry,” he apologizes, even though I’m the one who pulled them down.
“No, I want you to pull it back up, then take them all the way off. I want to see your dick spring free again,” I grin.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and he does it for me two more times. He smiles as he does it a third time.
“Okay, get over here.” I pull him toward me once he ditches his briefs.
“Just don’t judge me by how this goes today. I’m not going to last long at all.”
“It’s so hard.” I tickle my fingertips along the bottom vein.
“Thanks?” He laughs. “But don’t do that again if you want me to last more than a minute.”
“My legs are too shaky to climb on top, or I would.” I smile into his neck.
“That’s not on the table, baby. I’m fucking you today, not the other way around.”
“Yes, sir.” I smile, and he pinches my nipples.
“I don’t have a condom, and I bet you don’t either.” His eyes shift to my nightstand.
“I’m clean, and I bet you are too,” I retort.
“Are you on the pill?”
“No, but I track my cycle, and I should start my period in two days. I won’t be fertile for like three more weeks.” I slant forward, bypassing his dick to play with his balls, letting them tumble around in my hand.
Jeb shimmies forward to straddle me, nudging his dick over my clit. “I’ll pull out,” he murmurs.
I nod, then align his cock with my entrance and lift my ass to try to reach him.
“Let me be in control, Fal.” The heat in his eyes could burn the world down. “I’m about to fuck you.”
“Nothing between us,” I say as he presses into me, shocking the hell out of me when he ruts all the way in.
“That all right?” he asks, balls deep.
Is it ever. My pussy is wetter than a fucking slip and slide.
“Mhm,” I respond, clutching the bedsheets.
The wooden headboard bangs against the wall, and I find another sort of kink I didn’t know I had.
Jeb pounds in and out of me while pressing one thumb against my clit. I lift my hips to wrap my legs around his waist. He takes the opportunity to slide a pillow under my hips while I’m up in the air.
Jeb’s balls slap my ass every time he pushes in or out. It sounds like sex. It smells like sex.
Jeb buries his face in my neck, then lifts to kiss me. Our tongues knot, and we lick each other wildly. Messy. However we can.
Like a timer might ding suddenly, and we might be pried from each other’s arms, we fuck feverishly and fervently. It doesn’t take long for me to fly over the edge and Jeb to follow, grunting before pulling out and spraying his cum all over my sweat-slicked stomach.
“Holy fuck, Fallon.” He rolls to the side, spooning my flat body, our bodies melded together with sweat. “Give me a minute, then I’ll grab the towel to wipe your stomach.”
“Just leave it on me. It’s so hot to see that, isn’t it?” I stare at the pools of liquid drizzled around my belly button.
“It is,” he agrees. One thing about Jeb and I already being friends is our ability to tell each other exactly what we are thinking. No bullshit with us. “My jizz on your stomach. I feel like a dog who just peed on a hydrant.”
“Shower, then bed?” I ask him.
“Shower, then bed,” he parrots, and I kiss him lazily.
“Speaking of showering, you still haven’t seen the bathroom. I’ve been so excited to show you a few things, but then we got distracted. Come with me.” He grabs my hand, pulling me from the bed. I follow, both of us still naked, to the hall bath.
“Ready for the surprise?” He opens the door after I nod.
Gone is the old bathroom with faded porcelain that had yellowed over time. In its place is a new vanity, toilet, light fixture, mirror, paint color, and wainscotting. Everywhere I look, there’s something else.
“Holy shit, Jeb. Did you do this?” I ask, already knowing the answer. He obviously did it.
“Well, kind of, but not really. Sal and Dreya had the idea, and Corbin and I helped them. I have my own little surprise for you, too. But they were the ones that put the whole bathroom reno together.”
“Sal and Dreya? Rhett’s parents?” I snap my head toward him.
“Unless you know another Sal and Dreya.” He laughs, and I look down at his flaccid dick swinging in the breeze, which is still impressive, by the way.
“You guys met?” I quickly realize the severity of this conversation. Are Sal and Dreya going to hate me for being friends with Jeb? Well, we are more now, but a few days ago, when they were here, we would’ve been just friends.
“Not only did we meet, but we are BFFs now. They want to have us over for dinner and everything,” he says, and I let out the breath I was holding.
“They know about you? That we’re friends?”
“Yeah, I wanted to tell you so badly, but they wanted the bathroom to be a surprise, so I didn’t want to ruin that.”
“Sorry, Sal and Dreya,” I say to the air around me. “But I’ll have to call you and thank you later. I need a shower and a nap.”
“Pretty sure they can’t hear you, anyway, but let’s test out this shower.”