It wasn’t my career I was thinking about at the moment. The clear danger would be to my heart. But none of that mattered. I had Fallon here with me.
“I don’t give a damn. Do you really want me to stop?”
A war raged in his eyes, and heart pounding, I held still, wondering which side would win. Then Fallon’s lips touched mine. “No.”
Chapter Thirteen
Fallon
This couldn’t be happening to me. It couldn’t be my mouth Patrick was kissing with those firm, demanding lips that caused my center of gravity to evaporate into thin air. Was it really his tongue, so warm, soft and sweet, licking and sucking mine until my head spun and I floated in a haze of lust and desire? We ravaged each other’s mouths, and I’d never craved to be dominated by anyone’s kiss the way I did Patrick’s.
His hands settled on my face, holding me steady as he stole my breath, moving across my jaw, his scruff rubbing my cheek. I loved every fucking second of that burn.
“You smell fantastic,” he rasped, and that sexy fucking growl left me melting. “Goddamn, I want to rub myself all over you.” Long, rough fingers roamed my body, leaving my skin burning in their wake. My heart hammered, and I couldn’t stop kissing him, afraid I’d wake up and all this would be a dream and once again it would be me in my lonely bed.
“I want it. Do it, come on.”
Those big, firm hands, steady every Sunday on the football, slid with that same assurance beneath my sweats and cupped my ass. A moan escaped me, deep and loud, when one thick finger slid along my cleft to tease my hole.
“How the fuck are you so perfect? I can’t keep my hands off you.” He bent to kiss the pulse jumping at the base of my throat while I ran my hands across his shoulders, then tugged at the hem of his hoodie.
“Off,” I panted, and he yanked it up and tossed it aside, immediately returning to sliding that damn wicked finger along my ass. His chest hair scraped mine, and I licked and nipped his arm and shoulder. “Tastes so good.”
My dick leaked, dripping on my sweats, and the smell of it swirled in the air between us. Patrick eased my pants past my hips completely, freeing me to his eyes.
“Jesus, Fallon, I need you in my mouth.” His hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, and I almost whimpered from the pure pleasure. “Please?” I nodded and he pushed me onto the bed, hovering over me. “I want this to be good for you.”
I reached up to touch his swollen lips and traced them with my fingertips. “How could it not? You’re good for me.”
His dark head bent between my thighs, and at the first touch of his wet mouth sucking my shaft, I cried out.
“Patrick, please, oh fuck.” It was my fantasy come to life, and I was lost in a world spinning between reality and dreams.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “Tastes like fucking heaven.” He took me fully, that tongue of his lethal to my sanity as it flicked and teased me. I writhed beneath him, and he rose and fell on my aching dick until I exploded into a million pieces, jerking endlessly down his throat. His tongue licked up every last drop, his wicked smile sending my heart tumbling.
“Come here,” I whispered, and those big, muscular arms caged me under him. “Kiss me.”
His mouth covered mine, and I tasted myself, salty-sweet on his tongue. I reached up, traced the thick, heavy bulge of his erection, then undid the button of his jeans. “Take them off.”
His blazing eyes never left mine as he got naked, and my head spun at his heavy cock rising between us. He was beautiful, a sculpted god, and I was ready to worship him.
“Is this what you want? It has to be on your terms. I didn’t come here to get sex from you, Fallon. I hope you know that.”
My climax had left me woozy, and all I wanted was to give him that same pleasure. “My desire is you. In my mouth.” At my words, his cock jumped, shooting out a stream of precome, and I licked my lips in anticipation of all that power and heat. “Lie down.”
I got to my knees and kissed the length of his dick, licking the big vein that ran from top to bottom. I sucked the head, filling my senses with his scent. He lay still, the only sound his gasps in the still air. I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and took him in fully.
“Oh my fucking God,” he groaned, his fingers twitching on the sheets. That large body trembled beneath me. “Fal, I don’t want to hurt you.”
I released Patrick to fist his stiff erection, watching him grow impossibly bigger. He shifted, tense and shaking, and I leaned in close, our noses rubbing. “Fucking wreck me. Don’t hold back.”
At my harsh words, his dick throbbed in my hand, and I dove on him again. He bucked his hips, slowly at first, but I urged him on. My throat ached, and I gagged a few times, but I didn’t care. I felt goddamn alive for the first time in years, and I wanted everything Patrick could give me. This wasn’t boyish Patrick, slightly unsure and hesitant. This Patrick was all muscle and man, and I wanted him with every cell in my body.
My teeth scraped his rock-hard shaft, and he cursed and moved faster. I moaned, frantically swallowing as much of him as I could.
“Fuck, Fallon, I’m there. Oh, God.”
Warm, sticky liquid filled my mouth to overflowing, and when he was finished and lay still, I sat on my heels and wiped my lips and face. Hanks of sweaty hair were plastered to his brow, and his chest rose and fell. It took me a second to catch my breath, still in disbelief he was here. With me. I traced his cheeks and the outline of his lips. He patted the space next to him, and I snuggled close, my head on his shoulder.
