Page 5 of Fall onto me

There’s something about the swirls on his skin that turn me on. At first, it was a bad boy thing. My first boyfriend, the motorcycle racer, who defies all logic my parents expected of me.

But those tattoos … I love them because they are a part of him.

“You know …” He slides his hand over my panties, eliciting a gasp from my lips. “Sometimes I miss your preppy skirts. They gave me such better access to you.”

“Maybe I’ll start wearing them again,” I moan into his mouth; he captures it with his tongue.

A feral, low laugh escapes him. “Then I’ll have to kill anyone who looks at you.”

He isn’t particularly controlling by any means; this is more of a playful role-play. He knows I like it rough, a little dangerous to be honest. His hand gently wraps around my throat, and I dig my fingernails into his back. “Take me,” I tell him, and he picks me up and puts me on the tailgate of the truck.

I slide back, to hide us. It may be a rust bucket, but at least the polished wood underneath me stood the test of time; it’s soft and cool.

Foster scrambles to take off his pants, and then he climbs between my legs. “I love these.” He swipes his finger underneath the lacey underwear, and the way his knuckles brush against my clit makes me clench. “Blue looks fucking incredible on you.”

I bite my lip as he tucks his head down and kisses my thigh slowly, with a torturing pace until finally his tongue swipes my inner thigh, trailing until he’s at my slit.

His teeth graze me as he takes my panties between them. He pulls them down this way, looking me in the eyes as he lifts my ass up and works them down. He looks like a wild animal, his hair a mess and eyes wild as he tosses them from his mouth and onto the ground.

Power tools cover my moans as he returns and begins tasting me. His tongue is warm, my body cool from the wood underneath. I missed his touch, his tongue, his hands and the way they wrap around the backs of my thighs so he can get a better grip to grind deeper against me.

He continues tasting me, licking and gently sucking on my clit until I come undone, whirling in pleasure as I tug on his hair.

His gaze sweeps over my body, hungry and indecent. “My turn.”

He slides up between my legs and grips his cock, I open further for him, wanting nothing more than to be filled. I love the way it feels, after he makes me soar from an orgasm, when my clit throbs from the pleasure of release until he’s inside of me and I can do it all over again.

My favorite part is watching him stroke himself, and the way he does it.

He grips himself in his inked hand and places the head of his cock at my slit, and then he pumps it, up and down, torturing me by not entering just yet. “You want me, Shadow?”

“Yes, Ghost,” I moan as he rubs it against my clit. “I need you now.”

He growls, plunging inside of me. The earthy moan that escapes him makes me clench; I slide my nails down his sides.

“Fuck me,” I breathe, and he obeys.

Swirls of pleasure allow us to escape for a moment, not just pretend. We transcend into something else entirely. A moment in our day where we can climb up a mountain together as one, with no one to break us apart.

“I want to fill you,” he moans into my ear.

I know it’s irresponsible, and we should be wearing a condom. Definitely he shouldn’t finish inside of me, but I find myself wrapping my legs tighter around him instead of saying no.

We reach the top of the mountain, not caring about the consequences as we dive headfirst off the cliff, not caring if there’s woodland or water below.

We only want that instant, exciting moment of falling, nothing more.

But at the last moment, he pulls out and unloads on my stomach.

Tangled in each other in the bed of the truck, I sigh. “I’m going out tonight.”

“With who?” he asks, sitting up to find his clothes. They’re all over the ground, and he piles them up on the tailgate.

“Brett and Kate.”

He looks a little annoyed that we won’t be together tonight, but finally, he smiles and kisses my forehead. “Have fun, baby girl.”

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