Page 46 of Free Fall

“Luca…” I sighed, my heart squeezing at his words. He hadn’t had an unkind one to say about the baby yet. Granted, we hadn’t talked logistics. But that he still wanted me? Craved my body? It settled my soul just a little. We could deal with everything else later.

“Sit up straighter. I want to drain you dry.”

I did as he asked, climbing up onto my knees and holding my tits in his face. He groaned, burying himself between them, laving and sucking and nuzzling. “Fuck, they smell so good.”

My hips writhed against his body, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him down there. It hurt, the attention he was giving my chest. They were sensitive, engorged in a way I hadn’t experienced before, but the sensitivity made each slow rasp of his tongue intense, every suck from his lips overwhelming.

“Shit, I’ll never get enough of this,” he said, lapping up another dribble of milk. “Going to keep you full of my spunk, breed you until you can’t walk anymore just to have a permanent supply of this stuff. Holy fuck.”

I’d never seen him so desperate, so, well, horny.

“Ride me, puppet,” he demanded. And without a pause, I lifted myself up, positioned his hard cock at my entrance, sinking down with a shudder. He stretched me out, his cockhead thudding against my cervix. It was a whisper away from pain, but I found that’s how we worked best. I fucked him while he continued sucking my tits, pulling my nipples away from my body to milk me, dragging every stray drop he could. There wasn’t much yet, but I knew it could flow more when stimulated, so if he kept this up I’d be flooding him with waterfalls before the week was out.

He helped me move on him, cupping my ass, his head sideways on my chest, lifting me up and down. We moved together, lost in the sensations of it all, ignoring the weight of responsibility coming for us. It was about to be tough. Toxic. Life ruining and changing. But I didn’t care. He shifted inside me and made me forget everything.

“Ah, I’m about to come, lie back.” Luca pushed me, his cock falling from my body as I bounced onto the mattress. He followed, looming over, climbing up my body, pumping his shaft with one hand, squeezing a tit with the other.

I watched his face as he came, the way his brow furrowed and his mouth fell open with a groan. He was so gorgeous, so big and full of life, so wholly himself I couldn’t imagine anyone else above me like this. He’d taken me, wrung me out and made me his.

His come spurted over my tits in white ropes, splashing across my cleavage, my nipples, dripping down toward my armpits. So much of it, so much of Luca. I lifted my hand to sweep my fingers through the fluid, wanting a taste, but he stopped me. “Squeeze your tits first. Get some of that deliciousness out.”

His gaze was rapt as I worked my nipples, tugging and squeezing until a few pale yellow drops seeped out. He groaned, throwing his head back like he just couldn’t take it, before refocusing his eyes back on me. “More.” I kept going, even though it hurt. I kneaded and milked myself until there was a thin stream running to my ribcage. “So fucking sexy,” he breathed, muttering to himself.

I laid there as he swirled our fluid together, playing with the milk and cum mixture, rubbing it into my skin, scooping it up and letting it dribble back over my nipples. Then he fell down, his mouth there, sucking and licking it all up.

“Now,” he said, voice a little muffled. “Shall I shove all this inside your pussy?” He pressed a finger into my spent hole. “Or shall I feed it to you?” He used the same finger, shoving it into my mouth, letting me taste myself, my milk and his cum all mixed together. I groaned, lapped at his fingers. He grinned so wicked as he went to work, gathering everything onto his tongue.

“Open,” he said, moving up and holding my chin. I spread my lips apart, stuck my tongue out for him. Slowly, he spat a long line into my mouth, filling me with the salty taste. I knew better now than to swallow, and as soon as he was done, his mouth was smashing to mine. We kissed, seeking tongues and groaning, tasting each other, our sex, our bodies, everything we could do to each other. I tugged him as close to me as I could, needing the pressure of his body to suffocate me, every inch of our sweaty skin slick and sticking together. His warm cock resting on my thigh, my tender tits squeezed against his chest, our legs tangled, our breathing falling into rhythm.

We kissed until we couldn’t taste the mixture of fluids anymore, then it turned to meandering nips and pecks as we let our minds and bodies drag back to earth in long, stretched minutes. Thank god my roommate was away for a few nights again, or I’d be scrambling to race up and wash. As it was, I was content to lie there with Luca, half on the bed, a sticky mess, letting reality seep in.

It did when he touched my lower stomach, when he cupped the non-existent bump and sighed.

“You have to tell me what you’re thinking,” I murmured. “We can’t fuck our way out of this.”

“We sure fucked our way into it,” Luca snorted. I smacked him gently on his head, laughing, too. It felt good. He was always so serious, so stony, watching his mouth turn up on a joke made me all glowy and warm. Maybe we’d cope. Find a way through. Hope bubbled in my chest.

“I don’t think I can move,” I sighed. “I’m going to fall asleep and wake up stuck to the bed. Or you.”

“Doze a little while, I’ll wake you up soon.” He kissed me, nuzzled me, and my world sank into a comfy blackness. “We’ll talk then.”

It mustn’t have been more than a few minutes before the knock on the door had me jolting awake, unaware I’d drifted off. “Pizza,” I murmured, half asleep. Must be the pizza I forgot I ordered.

“Shh,” Luca said, kissing my cheek. “I’ll get it.” He climbed off the bed and searched for his pants. I watched him flounder through my hooded eyes, unwilling to help or move. “Fuck, where are they?”

The person at the door hammered again. “Alright! Give me a fucking second!” Luca shouted.

It was like the air squeezed. Like all the pressure from the atmosphere pressed down on us. We both sensed it. Something was coming.

The hammering on the door grew crazed, massive slams that sounded as if someone was kicking the wood with full force. I heard crunches as it splintered, as it gave way.

This was it. I knew it. Felt it.

“Henry,” Luca said as the door swung open.

Twenty Five

Luca

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