Page 14 of Sometimes You Fall

My pulse hammers as our breaths grow shallow, but neither of us moves.

“Are you ready to prove that coming here wasn’t a mistake?” she asks breathlessly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. My self-control snaps, and I quickly close the distance between us, burying my hand in her hair.

I pull her head back slightly, grip her hip possessively, and say, “Nothing between us could ever be a mistake, Scottie,” before crashing my mouth to hers.

With one taste I know that this woman just might ruin me.

Scottie’s lips mirror my own, licking, seeking, and when our tongues meet, a groan travels up my throat and vibrates against her mouth.

“Fuck,” I mumble against her lips.

“Don’t stop, Grady.”

Lifting her up by her hips, I place her on the hood of the Nova and press her against the cool metal surface. God, I want to devour her right here, but she deserves better than this. Better than a rush to get each other naked, better than fumbling sex on the hood of my car. Our mouths move over each other, my hands trace her body, memorizing her curves, how soft her skin feels as I run my palms up her arm, how fucking incredible she tastes and sounds, dragging me even further under her spell.

But before I can suggest we go to my house, she pushes me backward, hops down from the hood, and strips off her jacket, tossing it to the ground. Then she unbuttons her jeans, kicking off her wedges before peeling them down her legs, leaving her standing there in her red top and black G-string.

I drag a hand down my face, trying to pick my jaw up off the floor. “Jesus Christ, Scottie.”

“Touch me, Grady,” she whispers, and I fight every ounce of my control not to pounce on her immediately.

I lift her back on the hood of my car, spread her legs open, and lower my face to her pussy, dragging my nose through her slit and inhaling her scent through the thin strip of silk before biting the inside of her thigh, trying to pace myself. She moans, lifting her head up to watch me as I apply pressure to her clit through the fabric with my fingers.

“You’re sure you want this, Scottie?”

She nods hurriedly. “Hell yes.”

Without any more hesitation, I grab the strings at her hips, rip the thong from her body and drag my tongue through her slit, watching her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Oh God, yes…”

I lick her slowly, drawing a moan from her as her fingers dig into my hair.

Jesus Christ. Even her pussy tastes like heaven—pure, unfiltered heaven.

My cock weeps behind my jeans, begging for his turn, but not yet. This woman is going to come on my mouth and then I’ll sink into her tight heat, bring us both to the edge, and fuck her over and over until we both can’t keep our eyes open any longer.

I need it. I need to feelher. And by the way she’s riding my face right now, I have a feeling she needs this too.

I circle her clit with my tongue and suck, feeling her grow wetter against my mouth. Lapping up her arousal, I make sure to explore every inch of her before coating two of my fingers in her wetness and sinking them inside her.

“God damn,” I grate out, watching my fingers disappear in and out of her before bringing my tongue back to her clit, teasing her with soft strokes and circles. “I could eat your pussy all night.”

Her body slides down the hood of the car, but I fall to my knees so I can still reach her, not wanting to stop for anything. Her thighs shake, her hands tighten in my hair, and just when I feel her constrict around my fingers, she screams through her orgasm, her pleasure echoing in the empty garage. I peer up just in time to watch the ecstasy paint her features, her eyes squeezing shut as moans escape her lips.

And right then and there, I commit the sight to memory because nothing is more perfect than Scottland Daniels climaxing on the hood of my car.

“Holy shit,” she breathes as I pull my fingers out of her and lick them clean, locking eyes with her as I do.

“We’re not even close to being done, Scottie,” I say, rising from my knees.

“Good. Because now it’s my turn to taste you.” She slides off the car and drops to her knees, reaching for my belt buckle.

“Fuck, woman.” I push her curls from her face so I can see her eyes. “This is really fucking happening, isn’t it?”

“Don’t ruin the moment, Reynolds,” she teases as she pulls my zipper down, pushes my pants down, and pulls my cock dripping with pre-cum from my briefs. “God, yes,” she says as she admires my dick, licking the slit before circling the head with her tongue.

“That’s it, baby. Suck me.”

She pulls me in halfway, flicking her tongue on the underside of my shaft before pulling me all the way out. And then she takes me deep, so deep that I hit the back of her throat, making her gag, but she handles it flawlessly, easing me out just enough to find a rhythm that brings me to the breaking point quicker than I wanted.

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