Page 51 of Until We Fall

Jesus. What a fucking douchehole. I mean, seriously. Obviously everyone has boundaries, but with every mention of his guy, it feels like he was an unforgivable, selfish a-hole.

Rory deserves better.

“Well, I can’t wait to taste you,” I whisper, dropping kisses across his jaw, then his neck, then the top of his shoulder, licking across his skin, sucking off the sunblock and salt, savoring the beach on his skin and loving the way he grips on my hair. “I can’t wait to suck that perfect dick into my mouth.”

He’s so beyond sexy. I crouch to kiss along his collarbone, then down his sternum, before moving over to suck on his nipple, licking and playing, loving the way he whimpers, his body moving as I kiss back to the middle of his chest, his dick so hard between us.

Yes, I want that. But I’m not gonna rush. This is his first time—it needs to be memorable. So I taste every bit of his pale skin across his chest, spending so much time at his nipples that he’s whimpering and sputtering half-words, before I finally slide down, planting my knees on the ground.

And still, I don’t go straight for his dick.

He gasps as I suck on his navel, his head rolling back, his hips rocking forward, the tip of his dick wetting my throat.

“God, D…” He lets out a noise, not a whimper, but something that sounds close, and I’m seriously about to explode in my shorts. He’s so sexy. He responds to every touch. Like he’s aching for it. And it makes me hurt that no one has ever touched him like this.

He deserves to be touched and kissed and caressed. He deserves to be put first. He deserves to be loved with someone’s whole heart.

My hands shake as I slide them up his thighs.

I could love him like that.

“Ohgod.” His stomach flexes, his fingers tugging harder in my hair. “Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.”

His shorts are still on his thighs, and I tug them down and help him step out, then I return to kiss him, along his thighs, the freckles on his hips, the smattering of dark red hair around the base of his cock. He’s got a few freckles on his shaft too, so damn sexy. I want to lick them.

He moves with me, his fingers never leaving my hair, letting out whimpers and surprised gasps, until I finally draw his dick into my mouth.

He nearly shouts.

Fuck, he tastes like a dream. I groan, sucking him deeper, my eyes rolling as he slides to the back of my tongue, his perfectly sized dick in the middle of my mouth. I can take him to the hilt, bury my nose in his hair. I can roll my tongue around his shaft.

Ohhh fuck, I’m so close to coming.

His fingers dig into my scalp, his breaths becoming sharp. “Yes, D. Oh god.”

He’s about the exact length of my tongue. I use my whole mouth. I push his cock against the soft inside of my cheek with my tongue and massage him, keeping him tapped there.

He arches back, his eyes hooded and dark gray as his thighs flex. My dick isthrobbing.

“D…” His hips shift to get deeper, and I let the head of his cock side against the roof of my mouth. His hair tickles my nose. My thighs are shaking so hard that I can hardly kneel, my own groans coming louder.

My vision is clouding. Pressure builds deep in my pelvis. I can feeleverythingwith his whole cock in my mouth, every twitch and quiver, the swelling of his head with each whimper.

I want to see everything too.

I pull off. “I want to see you.”

He blinks, nodding eagerly, and I’m so glad that he’s not seeming nervous or scared. I gather him against me, before crossing to the bed. I set him down, crawling over the top of him, my board shorts stretching tight as I reach to click on the bedside light.

I look down and freeze.

His eyes are glassy, his pupils wide, that blush across his cheeks seems to be permanent right now, warming down to his chest and stomach. All along his hips and darkening his cock, too.

Holy Jesus. I can’t tear my eyes away.

“I want you,” I say bluntly. I should probably sort out something more eloquent, but that’s what comes out.

He smiles. “I want you, too.”

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