Page 26 of Dare To Fall

I wrap a hand around her throat, forcing her head back. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Good.” The word leaves her on a sigh.

“Better than me?” If she says yes, I might just kill Kellan.

She shakes her head. “Different.”

I stand up and press my dick to her lips. “Do as he said. Clean my dick.”

Her tongue slides over me, licking me like I’m her favorite flavored lollipop. And I slowly stiffen again in her mouth until I’m thrusting deep into her throat. Her hand lifts to clutch at my thigh as she writhes on the bed.

Kellan’s fingers are on her clit as he drives in and out. I lean forward, bracing myself on one arm, while I fuck her mouth in fast and hard thrusts. Her whimpers vibrate along the length of my dick, and then she’s coming again, crying and sobbing. Kellan doesn’t let up, slamming into her, driving my dick further down her throat with every thrust he makes.

Her nails rake down my thigh, and I grit my teeth against the sting, lowering my head to bite her hip in retaliation and feel her body shudder.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Kellan collapses on top of us both, shoves up and rolls away.

I’m back in position almost immediately, deep inside her, before I register the fact I’m fucking her bare. When I try to pull out, she hooks her legs around my hips.

“No!” She drags me deeper.

“No condom. I need to—”

“No. Fuck me.” She tangles a hand into my hair and pulls my head down to hers. “Fill me up. Fuck me, Eli.”

And my name on her lips is all I need to send me hurtling over the edge for a second time. I bury my face into her throat, snarling and snapping with the force of my orgasm.

Her rapid breaths, the beat of my heart, Kellan moving around …

Sound slowly comes back to me as I float down to the ground. Arabella’s fingers are in my hair. I think she might have left a nail or three embedded in my ass, but I can’t bring myself to care … or to move.

I could stay wrapped up in her body forever, cocooned in the dark where the world can’t intrude.

“You might want to move before you crush her.” Kellan’s amused words come from my left.

I roll my head sideways, pressing a kiss to her throat. “Can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I live here now.”

He laughs, and I can hear him moving around. Light fills the room briefly when he opens the bathroom door, then closes it again behind him, only to return a few minutes later.

“Come on. Move your ass and stop being a heathen. That pretty little kitty is going to be sore from the workout she just got. Aftercare is essential.” He hands me a warm, wet washcloth. “Your mess, so you can clean it up.”

I sigh, press a string of kisses along Arabella’s shoulder, then roll off her. She doesn’t move, other than to give me a sleepy smile. One I take and store, because I’m pretty sure she won’t be smiling at me like that tomorrow when the events of tonight sink in.

I slide down the bed, kissing her hip, her thighs, her stomach as I use the washcloth to clean her up. She’s almost asleep by the time I’m done, so between myself and Kellan, we get her settled into the bed, then I strip out of my clothes and stretch out beside her. She curls into my side, face buried against my shoulder. Kellan is behind her, his fingers running up and down her side in gentle strokes.

“A much better ending than the last party, don’t you think?” he says softly.

Our eyes meet above Arabella’s head.

“It’s not over yet,” I reply.

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I wake up, heart racing, the rapid beat loud in my ears.

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