Page 15 of Sometimes You Fall

“Fuck, Scottie. Keep doing that and I’m going to come down your throat.”

She releases me long enough to say, “Please,” and takes me back in her mouth, using her hands in combination with her lips, cupping my balls as she works me over, pulling my orgasm from me.

Facing the ceiling, I brace for the white-hot pleasure that’s about to shoot out of me, but I drop my head back down just in time to watch Scottie’s eyes flutter shut as the first spurt of cum hits her tongue.

“Fuck…yes…” Groaning, I keep fucking her mouth, watching her take every last drop until she releases me and smiles up at me, proudly. I lift her up and pull her to my chest, cupping the side of her face before planting my lips on her. “I think it’s safe to say our friendship is effectively ruined.”

She shakes her head. “I think we just unlocked a new level of friendship.”

I reach down to pull my pants up, then toss her jeans at her. “Come on. Let’s go to my house. It’s warmer and there’s a bed.”

She pulls her pants up, fluffs her hair, and says, “Lead the way.”

When I worked here as a teenager, Mr. Rogers lived in the apartment above the garage, which was fine for a single man without a family. But I wanted an actual home, so I built a house on the back half of the property—and I spared no expense.

We trek across the field that separates the garage from my house, treading lightly through the grass so she doesn’t fall. But before we reach the front porch, Scottie deviates toward the huge oak tree in front of my house, staring up at it as I put a few feet of distance between us so I can watch her.

“Wow. Now that’s a tree.”

“Is that the alcohol talking, or are you seriously mesmerized by it?”

She smirks at me over her shoulder. “Am I not allowed to appreciate a good tree, Grady?”

I walk over to her, wrapping my arm around her waist and slowly backing her up until her back hits the trunk. “I think you should appreciate anything that makes you happy, Scottie.”

Her eyes crinkle at the corners. “Do you remember the last time we were under a tree?”

“You mean the night you did a keg stand at Derek’s party?”

She laughs. “Yeah. Swinging in that tire wasn’t a good idea.”

“I tried to tell you that, but you were always more concerned with me throwing up than yourself.”

Her smile falls and then she reaches up and pushes my hair back. “If I hadn’t thrown up, would you have kissed me that night, Grady?” Her voice is a whisper, but those words travel right down my spine.

That night lived rent free in my head for years. I would think back to my missed opportunity, but then remembered that kissing her wouldn’t have mattered. I still would have left, and so would she.

“I wanted to, Scottie. Fuck, I did.” I lean my forehead on hers. “But we were both leaving and…”

“Would you kiss me now? Under this tree?”

Our eyes are locked on each other’s. All I can hear is the sound of crickets chirping in the distance and the beat of my heart in my ears. I just had my mouth between this woman’s legs, but for some reason, this feels more intimate.

“I’d love nothing more than to kiss you, Scottie. And I plan on doing it all night long until we pass out.”

Wasting no time, I dip my mouth to hers and savor the taste of her once more, but without feeling rushed, without feeling like she might evaporate from my arms. Our tongues meet in a slow swirl, blood rushes right down between my legs again, and I reach down to grab Scottie’s leg, curling it around my hip while I press her against the tree.

I bury one hand in her hair and pull her closer to me with the other as I angle her head to the side and deepen our kiss.

Scottie pulls away, breathing heavily, and says, “Fuck me, Grady.”

And my body jolts back to life with desperation, pulling her toward the house.

The second we’re inside, I spin her around, push her against the door, and dive my tongue into her mouth again. Both of us just came but I know my dick is eager for more.

“Take everything off, Scottie. Now.”

“So bossy.” She giggles as clothes go flying. And when her bra falls to the floor, my mouth waters at the sight of her breasts.

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