Page 98 of All My Broken Pieces

Fallon continues her attention on me as I come down. The last of the spasms stop and I carefully lift my leg over her and move off the bed. I watch her closely as I prepare the strap on. Once it’s all lubed up, I push one end inside of my pussy, groaning at the feeling.

Fallon turns her head in my direction, reaching her hand out toward me. “Where are you?” She asks, moving to take off the blindfold.

“No.” My hand snaps out, gripping her wrist. “It stays on.” Fallon shudders at the command, nodding her head wordlessly. “That’s my good girl.” I praise, bending to kiss her, finding the taste of me on her lips only further heightens the need for her.

My hand fumbles beside the bed, searching for the small remote. Fallon gasps as I press the button, no doubt the vibrations now filling her ass an unexpected surprise. I plunge my tongue inside her mouth, my free hand gripping her hair at the nape of her neck.

Wrenching my mouth off hers, I pull her head back, trailing my lips down her neck. My teeth sink into her sensitive flesh, making her cry out. Her hands cling to my arms, nails digging into my skin as I leave love bites peppered along her gorgeous body.

Standing upright, I grip her hips and flip her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so her ass is in the air, chest and face against the bed. She lets out a surprised breath, groaning as the new angle pushes the plug in deeper. “Tan perfecta.” I murmur, moving to kneel behind her. “You ready, baby?” She nods wildly, her fingers clinging to the bedsheet.

Gripping her hips, I line up the other end of the dildo with her entrance and slam forward at the same time I pull her back against me. She cries out, her back arching. Shifting one hand to the small of her back, I keep a firm hold on her as I pull back and thrust forward.

Her body shakes beneath me, the vibrations of the plug in her ass and dildo sliding in and out of her pussy bringing her closer to another release. “Beautiful.” I breathe, sliding my hand between her thighs to circle her clit. The sounds of her heavy breathing and whimpered cries fill the room. Just as her body tenses, her orgasm on the brink, I abruptly pull out.

Fallon cries out at the loss, whirling around to look at me. “What the fuck?” She demands, shifting on the bed to fully face me.

I smirk, pushing her down on her back. “Don’t worry, baby.” I huff a laugh, bending over her body. “I’ll let you come, but not before you tell me what’s really going on.”

Fallon gapes up at me. “You’re…you’re seriously using sex to get what? Information out of me?” She asks incredulously.

I hum, running my tongue along her clavicle, my hand slipping between her legs to circle her clit once more. She arches into my touch, chasing her release once more. I work her up to the edge just to back off again.

A whimper slips from her lips as she collapses back against the bed. “What do you want to know?” She demands, her breathy voice nearly enough to make me say forget it to this whole plan. Nearly.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” I reply, running my nose up her throat and nipping at her jaw.

Her face scrunches up. “What’s wrong? Maybe my girlfriend denying my orgasms for no reason.”

I chuckle, plunging two of my fingers inside her needy cunt, my thumb circling her sensitive bundle of nerves. Curling my fingers, I brush against the spot inside of her that has her toes curling. “Wrong answer.” Pulling my hand away, I move my fingers to her mouth, slowly pushing them inside.

She groans, licking my fingers clean without my needing to tell her to do so. I remove them from her mouth, moving to grip her chin. “Try again.”

“I-I really don’t know what you’re talking about, Arriana. Please. Please just let me come.” Her pleas tug at me, and before I can stop myself, I remove the blindfold, needing to see her. Her watery eyes stare up at mine, begging for an answer.

I search her gaze, stroking my thumb along her jaw. “I asked you earlier today and you gave me a half-answer. Baby…if we’re going to make this work, I need you to be honest with me. I can’t-” My voice breaks and I avert my eyes, gulping down the emotions.

Fallon reaches a hand up, gently brushing my hair back. “You can’t what?” She whispers.

I look back at her, finding the same desperate need for answers I have reflecting back at me. “I can’t come home one day and find you with your bags packed. I can’t go through losing you again. And the only way I can think to avoid that, to never lose each other again, is if we’re honest with one another.”

Her breath hitches, a familiar sorrow filling her expression at the reminder of the pain she caused when she left. I hate myself for bringing it up, but I can’t deny the truth. I can feel her pulling away again and I’ll be damned if I let her go this time without a fight.

“It’s not you.” She finally answers, her eyes closing. After several moments of silence, she opens them once more, a pain shining in the green pools that shatters my heart. “I-I think I might have a problem.” She admits, her voice breaking.

Moving my hand to cup her neck, I stroke my thumb on her pressure point, feeling her erratic heartbeat under my fingertip. “What is it? You can tell me anything.” She shakes her head, worrying her lower lip. I stretch my hand to pull her lip free, pressing my mouth to hers in a soft kiss. “Yes.” I breathe.“Anything. I’m not going anywhere, baby. No matter what it is, I’ll be here. Just-just let me help you.” I can’t hide the broken plea in my voice, and I don’t know if it’s that or the gentle reassurances or the orgasm denial, but whatever it is, she finally opens up.

“I…I think I might be an alcoholic.”

Chapter 48

Fallon

“I…I think I might be an alcoholic.”

I regret the words the second they slip from my lips. Pushing against her, I’m surprised when Arriana moves away with no struggle.

Great, she’s going to leave me now. I’m too much, this is too much. Why would I just blurt it out likethat?

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