Her words set me off like a firework. My sight blurs, and all-consuming pleasure takes over my body as my cock jerks, spurting cum inside her like she wanted. I cum so much that it drips out of her cunt, leaking onto the bed sheets as I thrust a few more times, giving into the last few moments of hazy pleasure.
Completely wrung out, I slowly pull my cock from her weeping pussy, watching our combined releases dripping from her. “Fuck,” I groan, watching it slowly drip onto the mattress. Watching her drip with my cum is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, especially when she clenches, giving me even more of a show.
I drop onto the bed beside her, pulling her into me. We’re both breathing heavily, but I’m kissing her everywhere, touching her, stroking her soft skin and giving her all of my attention. Fallon pulls the blanket up around us, and I know we can’t go back to sleep, but god, it sounds so good right now. To fall asleep holding her, after what we did? A dream.
“How do you feel?” I ask her. I need to know that was as good for her as it was for me. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you another orgasm.”
She chuckles, the sound reverberating through me. I open my eyes to see her own glassy green eyes looking at me with mirth. “I did come again, but you were too lost in yourown orgasm,” she admits. “But Jason, that was incredible. I feel so good, so… loved.”
“That was my goal,” I tell her, squeezing her into me. “I know we talked about it briefly at the winery, and you said you had an implant, but I wanted you to know, I haven’t been with anyone in five years. I haven’t wanted to. Not until you.”
Fallon shifts in my arms so she can see my face clearly. “Really?”
“Really.” I shrug. “I was focused on being present for my family, and for Lennie, but now, I think I was waiting for you.”
“I think I was waiting for you, too.”
I kiss the tip of her nose, and glance behind her at the clock on the nightstand. “Shit, it’s almost nine-thirty. I need to get going.” I reach around, grabbing my discarded boxers and pulling them up my legs. I toss Fallon her shirt, and she throws it on over her naked skin. The sound of the front door opening and heavy footsteps running down the hall makes me look at Fallon with wide eyes.
“What do I do?Why do we keep getting interrupted?” I whisper with panic.
“Shit,” she murmurs. “I don’t care that you’re here, but Pres really shouldn’t see us in bed together again. I don’t need more questions. Not yet.”
The footsteps grow closer and louder, and Fallon throws the blanket up over my head. Her hands press on my shoulders and she shoves me off the bed. I roll and land on the floor between the bed and the wall with a loud thud. I groan, but shut up immediately when the door opens.
“Mommy!” Presley yells, and I hear the telltale sounds of her jumping into bed. Fallon is still naked from the waistdown, and I really hope she didn’t shove all the blankets down with me for her sake.
“Hi, my sweet girl,” Fallon croons to her daughter. She asks how her sleepover was with her grandma, and Presley talks a mile a minute about everything they did in the short amount of time and about the breakfast she helped make.
A small spear of guilt hits me as I realize I haven’t even bothered to text Megan or Isaac with an update, but I know they’d call with any issues.
There’s another set of footsteps approaching, Fallon’s mother. Shit. Presley might not notice the man sized lump on the opposite side of the bed, but her mom probably will.
I hold as still as possible as she enters. “Oh, hi, Mom,” Fallon says, greeting her mother. “Let me get dressed and I’ll meet you in the living room.” Fallon shifts, and the blankets make a rustling sound as she covers herself more.
“Come on Presley, let's give your mom a minute,” Elaine says. The door shuts behind them, and Presley’s excited chattering begins.
“Oh my god,” Fallon breathes. I pop my head up the side of the bed, watching as she flops back down onto the pillows. “That was close. My momtotallyknows you’re here, by the way. She kept flicking her eyes to the ground where you were laying.”
“Crap,” I grumble, standing from the floor. “Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. She knows I’m an adult.”
“How the hell am I going to get out of here?”
“Shit,” she mutters. “I didn’t think of that. Um, you could climb out the window?” I give her a glare that saysabsolutely not, earning me an adorable giggle from her. “Yeah, I figured not. Honestly, I have no idea. I can text you when my mom leaves and you can sneak out?”
“That works. I’ll hang in here.”
“Great.” Fallon finishes throwing on a pair of pajama pants and a sweatshirt, and throwing up her hair in a pony. “I’ll see you soon?” she asks, coming back to where I’m standing at the end of her bed, putting my own clothes on. She rests her hands on my chest, looking up at me with round eyes. It’s the perfect equivalent to puppy dog eyes, and I know that if I have two,make that three,including Presley, girls in my life giving me these eyes, I’m done for.
I lean down, kissing her pouty lips. “I’ll see you soon. Do you and Pres want to go to Sunday Brunch tomorrow?” Fallon bites her lower lip, and I kiss her to make her stop. “You don’t have to, it was just a suggestion,” I offer.
“No, I want to. It’s a big deal, that’s all.”
I shrug. “You already know everyone.”
“I know, but… still. Won’t they want to know what we’re doing? Why I’m there?”
