Page 75 of Fall Over You

Excitement washes over my whole body as I giggle. “I thought you weren’t going to fuck me.”

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he says as his shoulders settle under my thighs. “My mouth is.” He takes a long inhale with his face right over my center. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this.”

Before I can question whether he’s waited to go down on anyone or to go down on me specifically, his tongue takes a long drag from my core to above my clit. My heels grind into the hood and my thighs buckle as I lift my bottom with a moan.

“Don’t ruin my pretty car,” he says, planting his hands on top of my thighs and bringing them closer to his head. “Dig into my back.”

“I’m too heavy,” I object. “It’ll leave a bruise.”

“Good. I want to feel all of you.”

I whimper like I’m at the top of a rollercoaster and afraid of what comes next. He doesn’t make it easy on me. Tyler blows a cool stream of air from the top to bottom of my slit, eyes floating up to check my reaction about halfway down. My hamstrings burn with the strain of how hard I’m pressing into his back. My eyes squeeze shut until a gentle finger swipes through me, then circles my clit.

“Is something wrong?” I ask.

He chuckles against my center, switching to use his thumb instead. He waits until I look at him to shake his head. “I finally get my turn. I’m going to take my time.”

“Your turn? What, like I’m some toy?”

In fairness, I have been that toy, and Tyler has watched me be that toy before. I’ve enjoyed that role, but with Tyler, I expect more.

I don’t have to demand it, because he gives me more.

“No.” I feel the gust of his incredulous laugh against my wetness. “Becca, you’re the prize.”

His tongue lays into me again and again, and as he requested, I writhe against his face. He sucks my clit so hard I’m afraid I’ll explode on the spot. My instinct is to fight it, to make it last, and Tyler must feel me resisting.

“If you get close, baby, give in. Tell me what you like and take what’s yours. I’ll get you another.”

It’s the first time he’s ever called me baby. He called CJ “sweetheart.” He calls Ellie “shug.”

I’m his only baby.

I gasp and grab his dark blonde locks, feeling his smile as he gives me more of what I need, responding to every roll of my hips, every breath held and moan released.

I’ve had good partners. Great partners. Amazing partners. Partners I loved and partners for the night.

None of them could hold a candle to how Tyler is treating me right now: listening, immersing himself, savoring. I crunch up my abs, release on the horizon when Tyler starts to get loud. His breath is more stilted, his groans turning deeper.

He’s getting too cranked up.

“I’m so close, Tyler, please.” Never knew I’d ever beg Tyler for anything, but here we are. He groans against me and I thread my fingers in his hair, holding his head steady while he sucks and I work my hips. I’m almost there when his tongue licks up just right, but the second I let go he’s standing straight.

“Fuck. Fuck.” He rushes to undo his belt buckle and zipper. “I’m gonna come in my fucking pants.”

I’m dazed, still deep in my orgasm, and he’s frantic to free himself from his pants. “I can see you coming,” he whines. “God, Becca, you’re so pretty.”

“Holy shit,” I squeak as he gets his cock out just in time for his release to spring from his tip and onto the hood of the car. His hands grasp the tops of my thighs as he comes, leaving marks that I just want more of. His gorgeous grunts and groans make me feel like the prettiest girl in the world, the most wanted. It’s deliciously obscene, my arousal on his gaping lips, his eyes flashing over my body, his shoulders hunched as shot after shot pours out of him. Some of it lands on my pussy and shorts, and I crave more, wanting to be completely covered in the evidence of his pleasure. I smile up at him and we share a disbelieving laugh while he slowly pumps the last drops of his release.

His eyes go wide when he looks down at my shorts.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I was trying not to mess up my pants and I messed up yours,” he says, looking around for something to clean up with. “I can’t believe I almost got off in my damn pants.”

My heart races from the thrill of it. “You weren’t even touching yourself.”

“Yeah, well. Sorry. You were hot.”

I sit up as my peak ebbs, grabbing his hand on top of my thigh. “Don’t be sorry. I love it. And this,” I gesture to the wreckage, “is fine. I have an IUD.”