She lines herself up over me and tilts her hips up so my cock is about two inches away from entering her. Fallon presses a sweet kiss to my lips as she joins our bodies. I thrust inside her, letting her bottom open for me until I'm fully-seated.
Being deep inside Fallon is heaven and no one can convince me otherwise.
I pull her close as we rock together. Our lovemaking is slower now, sweeter, but somehow even more intense. My lips are hungry for her, so I kiss the column of her neck. Fallon's tits are pressed against my chest, our bodies fused together as we bring each other to the brink once again.
“I want to fill you up,” I tell her. “I want you to squeeze my dick so tight that you milk me fucking dry.”
My dirty mouth is just what Fallon needs. Her orgasm overtakes her and when I feel her inner walls tighten around my cock, I can’t hold back anymore.
My release goes on and on. It’s like my body doesn’t want to let go of Fallon. Neither does my heart, if I’m being honest. It’s way too early for words like that, even if we are wearing matching bands on our left hands.
When we’re so sated we can barely move, I find just enough energy to grab a washcloth and clean us both up. I should probably take a shower, but I have a few hours before I need to head to the Wolf’s Den to prepare for tonight’s game, so I crawl back under the covers with Fallon.
“So, how about this,” Fallon begins, “every time you have to see your dad, we have to follow that visit up with two glorious rounds of sex. I’m no scientist, but you are in a much better mood now than you were when we left the diner.”
I press a kiss to her forehead. “That’s brilliant. Maybe we should add an amendment, though? Like, what happens if he texts me?”
“Hmmm…” she murmurs, looking serious. “One round of sex. Unless he spams you. Then it’s the same as a visit.”
“Good plan,” I say, smiling.
“Are you really hoping to work for him after graduation?”
“That’s always been my goal,” I say, honestly, although she probably thinks I’m crazy. “Maybe I’ll start a rivalry firm right here in Bainbridge. I’ll scoop up all the bayside properties before he can even fly out here to get a look at them. Wouldn’t that drive him crazy? What about you, though? I know you have two years left, but what’s the plan after that?” Fallon’s quiet for a minute, but when she turns to face me, it’s with the most brilliant smile.
“I want to travel. I want to see all the corners of the world. That’s one thing that’s so great about my future profession. It’s pretty mobile. My grandparents think I’m crazy. They think it’s dangerous for me to travel alone. They want me to join a travel group from their church, and it’s a sweet idea, but I don’t want to follow someone else’s itinerary and visit major tourist attractions in Europe. I want to do my own thing, go where my sense of adventure takes me.”
I know my smile matches hers. Just hearing Fallon talk about all the adventures she wants to have makes me excited, too. “You know what the good news is, don’t you?” I ask.
“That we’re really sexually compatible?”
“Yeah,” I agree. “And also that I’m your husband. You have a built-in travel companion now. I’ll go wherever you want, and I’m good at carrying luggage.”
Fallon laughs. “I’m sure my grandparents will love to hear that. You know we have to accept their dinner invitation, right? We can’t dodge them forever, and I’m pretty sure Gran has a sixth sense that will tell her I’ve just met your parents. She won’t stay patient for long.”
“Let’s do it, then. Call your grandmother and make a plan. I say we bring on the adventure. And think of it thisway, if they trash talk me as much as my dad does, we can come back here and have a sex fest.”
“Or…they could adore you and we’ll come back here and have a sex fest.”
“I like that plan even better,” I tell her, because the truth is, for a guy who thrives on spontaneity, I’m beginning to like making plans.
As long as they’re with Fallon.
27
Ollie
“Ifucked up,” I say, sliding into the empty seat across from Aven. It’s been a few days since my parents’ visit, and things between Fallon and me just keep getting better. Well, they had been, until I pulled a boneheaded move earlier today.
“You’re gonna need to be more specific, Oliver,” he says, toying with the little wooden stick in his coffee cup. “You fuck up a lot. And I say this as a man who’s been fully involved in your fuckery—both literally and figuratively. Have you been unwittingly skipping a class for the last three weeks? Did you accidentally sleep with your Coach’s niece and get her pregnant?”
I flip him the bird. I haven’t done either of those things, but Mickey and JT have, and Aven damn well knows it.
He smirks because he’s not done needling me yet. “Uh-oh. Is there trouble in paradise?” he asks. He’s known Fallon almost as long as I have, and they’ve always gotten along well. “Marital strife? Is your hot-as-sin wife upset? Does she need to be consoled? Because I love you like abrother, and I’d do anything for you. If she needs a shoulder to cry on, you just let me know.”
“I’m taking care of all of Fallon’s needs. But right now, I need practical advice because yes, my wife is mad at me and yes, I’m an idiot, and no, I don’t know how to fix it.”
Aven laughs. “You do realize I’m the last man you should be coming to for marital advice. I’m pretty sure I was voted ‘Most Likely to Be a Male Escort’ in my high school yearbook, so take that under advisement.”
