Fallon grinned. “You did great from what I saw! I love you in bow ties. You look like a sexy porno doctor when you wear them.” He slipped in front of the door to the bedroom and took me by surprise.
“You like these?” I asked, adjusting my tie. I wasn’t sure which color I was wearing today. I’d forgotten what I’d put on before the interview.
Fallon nodded and tweaked my tie, then sweetly kissed me on the lips. I melted under his mouth and slid my hands up until I cupped the back of his neck, opening to allow him to sweep his tongue against mine.
“You’re such a good kisser,” I murmured.
Fallon rubbed his nose against my cheek and smirked. “When I was on the phone with Cillian—” Mischief burned in his eyes, and a happy thrill streaked through me. “—he told me to be rough with you.” His eyebrows danced upward.
“Oh?” I laughed, then squirmed against his hard body, heat streaking to my dick. I loved it when he looked like he was up to no good the way he did right now. I plumped in my briefs as he stared at my mouth.
“Mm-hmm.” He kissed me again, swirling the tip of his tongue around mine. It was a treat when I had any of my guys alone because I wanted to be a good partner to each of them, and they were all different. Fallon set me on fire in ways that I’d decided had a great deal to do with his charming enthusiasm. He never seemed to have any agenda, except pleasing me, and it was intoxicating. I loved it when he wrapped his arms around me and dragged me closer.
“What do you think?” he asked, then leaned away and picked me up before carrying me into the bedroom in a tight bear hug. We were about the same height, so he had to bend slightly backward to hold me off my feet.
Laughing, I shook my head at him. “This isn’t rough, I’m afraid.”
He gave me a mock pout—or maybe it was a real one—and dropped me onto the bed. When I was sprawled on the gray comforter on my back, he crawled on top of me and snagged my hands. “Caught you.”
Moaning, I tugged against his grip and sweet tension swirled in my groin, coiling into a breathtaking knot. “Oh, maybe this is a little rough?”
He smiled brightly and kissed my cheek. “I think so.”
“But maybe you should try harder. For Cillian.”
His bottom lip jutted, and then his expression cleared. He sat back on his knees in one lithe, powerful motion. I wasn’t sure what was happening as he nudged my hip. “Roll over.”
“Okay,” I said, then snickered.
“Do it.”
Nodding, I complied quickly. Once I was on my belly, he flopped on top of me, all his weight anchoring me to the bed as he laced his fingers with mine.
“Is this better?” His breath was a warm caress in my ear that shivered electric need along my hardening shaft and made my asshole clench.
“Yes, oh yes. Fuck me this way. I want you to,” I said with a happy sigh, rocking my ass back to grind against his semi. “Fallon, you know how I like it.”
He sort of went boneless on top of me—except for the most important one—and for a few minutes, we did a horizontal dance together that left his dick a hard lump straining against my ass. He shuddered when we slowed down to a more sensual rhythm.
“Should I do what you want if I’m being rough?” Fallon asked, and he sounded a bit lost, but I loved the way he picked up the pace, rocking firmly against me. His musk hit my nose and it smelled so good and distracted me for a few moments. Maybe he was being a teensy bit forceful, but that was only by virtue of the fact that he was all muscle, and nothing like what Aspen and Cillian did purposefully.
“Definitely yes. You should always fuck me when I ask you to.” I wasn’t stupid. I didn’t want to give him any bad ideas.
Fallon snorted and peppered kisses along the back of my neck.
With an explosion of motion, he sat back and tugged on my pants, and I helped him by unbuckling my belt, popping the button, and unzipping—he did the rest. There was an unfortunate snagging sound, and I thought maybe something on my pants hadn’t survived his assault. It took almost no time at all for him to rip off my shoes and untangle all the fabric. In less than a minute, I was naked from the waist down with my dick trying to dig a hole in the soft bedding. Fallon’s suit jacket went flying across the room, and I laughed when his belt went next, landing with a clatter. He hopped up for a second and tossed his shoes across the bed next to the other clothing. Pants sailed past. Boxers followed. When I glanced back, he had his insulin pump hooked in the collar of his shirt and his tie was loosened.
“Fallon, now.” When I twisted and held out a hand for him, he covered my back again and captured my mouth in an awkward kiss that curled my toes and made me jab my hips against the bed. “But, just so you know, this isn’t rough,” I teased.
“I think you’re right,” he said, but he didn’t sound very upset about it.
With a happy hum, I popped up on my knees, jutting my ass in the air and forcing him to move with me. His hard-on brushed between my asscheeks, and I moaned. “This might let you be a little rough.”
“It’s perfect,” he murmured, and I could tell from his tone that he was worked up enough that soon he would be forcing his dick into my hole.
He sat back and grasped both of my asscheeks in his hands, and the hair on the back of my arms stood on end as he squeezed. “You have the best peachy ass. I know you run, but it’s literally the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen in my life. Not too muscled. Just enough squishiness.”
My body heated all over as I laughed. “Thank you.”
