How did she always do this to me?
I straightened out my legs, flattening my body against hers, and moved my hands off her wrists and to the ground. I was about ready to do fucking cartwheels when she didn’t hit me but instead took my face in her hands to deepen the kiss.
Her hot, slick mouth connected with mine, and I kept my lips open over hers to play with her tongue. Every time the tongue ring brushed over a part of my mouth, my dick jerked with the rush of blood.
“Goddamn, Fallon. Your fucking tongue,” I gasped before diving in for more. The ball in her mouth turned me on to the point where I’d probably be okay just kissing her for the rest of the damn night.
But . . . hearing that she’d only ever been with me made me feel a ton of different things I couldn’t analyze right now.
All I knew was that I wanted to be her first with everything now. I wasn’t worrying about her comparing me to other guys. I was only worried about living up to her fantasies.
Which, strangely, was a taller order. I wanted to give her everything.
Moving to lie on the ground at her side, I didn’t break the kiss as I ran my hand down her body and slipped it inside her jeans.
“Jesus.” I pulled back, opening my eyes and looking down at her.
She wasn’t wearing underwear. Just her jeans.
My hand reached lower, finding what I wanted between her legs, and a smile tugged at my lips. My fingers found her center, and I could already feel the wetness at her opening. She arched her head back and panted.
“Do you know how much you turn me on?” My question sounded more like an accusation. “So wet and perfect.”
Mine.
Sliding two fingers inside of her, I nearly fucking lost it. The heat. The wetness around my fingers. “I want inside this,” I told her, pumping my fingers faster.
“Madoc, please,” she pleaded, and I dipped down to trail my tongue along the ridge of her ear. She shuddered and leaned her head into me.
“Not yet. I want to give you another first.”
Pushing myself up on one knee to hover over her again, I took my hand out of her jeans and reached up, pushing the hem of her shirt up below her breasts. Taking the skin of her stomach in my mouth, I teased it with little kisses, trailing a line down to the top of her jeans.
“Madoc, you can’t.” She took my head in her hands, lifting her head up. “Someone will see us.”
“I don’t give a damn.”
I unbuttoned and unzipped her low-rise jeans and had barely yanked them down to her knees before I dove down to taste her.
It was the beginning of October and already cold as hell, but I was burning up.
Her body was so hot, and I looked up at her as my tongue swirled her clit. I breathed out a laugh, seeing her peek out of her hands.
She was embarrassed, and I was fucking ecstatic. I might be the only one that’d been inside of her, but that didn’t mean that no one else hadn’t done this to her. Now I knew no one else had.
My dick, my mouth, my tongue. She was mine.
I pressed my tongue down on her swollen nub and moved in circles, and soon her hands were off her flushed face and grabbing at my hair.
Her legs started shifting, the left and then the right, and I realized that she was trying to kick her jeans all of the way off.
That a girl.
I shot up and grabbed the hem at her ankles and yanked on the jeans, tossing them I-didn’t-know-where.
“Son of a bitch,” I groaned under my breath, looking down at her, T-shirt pulled up and naked all the rest of the way down.
I dropped back down between her legs, and she fisted my hair as I licked her length long and gentle and then swirled my tongue around her clit.
“Madoc,” she panted, grinding herself into my tongue. “That’s so good. Make me come. Please.”
My whole damn body was tense, and I was on fire from the waist down. My dick rubbed against my jeans, and I could feel the sweat trail down the middle of my back under my T-shirt.
I couldn’t take much more of this.
Not the wanting her, but the needing her. It was like a fire in my belly having her again, and I pushed the notion away that she didn’t need me, too. She could admit it or hide it, but it rolled off of her like lightning.
Putting my whole mouth on her, I ate her out, causing her to moan more. I sucked and nibbled her, licked and plunged inside of her.
“Oh, God, Madoc.” She threw her head back, her fast breaths going a mile a minute as her body shook. I gripped her hips, and she damn-near pulled out my hair as she came.
And I didn’t nurse her back down to Earth as she shuddered.
Leaning back and sitting on my heels, I dug a condom out of my wallet. Before she’d even opened her eyes, I’d torn open the package, rolled on the rubber, and crowned her entrance. I wanted inside of her before her orgasm finished. Leaning over her and panting just as hard as she was, I reached behind my head and grabbed my black T-shirt, pulling it off and flinging it to the side. I supported myself with one hand on the ground and one hand on my cock, hard and ready for her. She pushed off the ground, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me hard.
I rubbed the tip of my cock over her clit, and she quivered against my lips.
“Lie back,” I gritted through my teeth. “I need you now.”
As soon she fell back to the ground, she spread her legs wider, and I worked the tip inside of her. Grabbing her hip to steady her, I plunged inside completely.
“Ah!” she moaned, and I closed my eyes, letting out a low grunt.
I wrapped my arm under her knee and grabbed her thigh with my hand, pulling her down on me as far as she could go.
“Madoc.” Her whisper was wanton. She was lost, craving more and more. She grabbed my ass inside the back of my jeans, and I winced as her nails dug in. I loved that.
“That’s it,” I breathed, moving in and out of her in a quick rhythm. “Touch me, Fallon.”
Her fingers grappled with my ass and then trailed up my back and brought my head down to meet her lips. She was wild. Her tongue licked my neck, sucked on my ear, and dove into my mouth with full force.
“Go faster, Madoc,” she whispered in my ear. “Come hard.”
Pulling back, I continued to support myself with one hand on the ground and one hand on her tit, pounding into her as she squeezed my hips tight with each thrust.
Her hair fanned out across the cold grass, and I watched, mesmerized, as her body pushed back and forth on the ground as I entered her each time.
I was consumed with Fallon, and while I knew I’d survive without her, I didn’t want to. I wanted her in my bed, in my lap, at my dinner table, and on my arm every goddamn day from now on.
This was my girl, and I finally understood why Jared needed Tate so much. Why he hurt her when he thought he couldn’t love her.
He just wanted her.
Fallon looked up at me, folding her bottom lip between her teeth, and I saw her eyes tense. She tightened around my cock, and I knew she was about to come.
“Stay with me,” I urged, keeping my eyes on her.
With every thrust, a whimpered breath came out of her, her emerald eyes pleading with me. I bit down, steeling my jaw.
She finally squeezed her eyes shut and cried out, and I let it go, too. Her muscles clenched around me, spasming, and I slammed into her twice more before spilling and collapsing.