Page 82 of Fall Wherever They May

He teases my lips. “Did I absolve your curiosities?”

I moan in response as he takes a nipple into his wet mouth. He moves to my other breast, biting down just enough to cause a sting before soothing it with his tongue. “Did my little adrenaline junky receive her fix?”

“Cal,” I moan, in desperation.

I never thought I would experience what the hype was all about, the thrill of being chased, of not knowing when he was going to pop up out of nowhere . . . of being caught, but my boyfriend seems to understand the assignment.

“On your knees. Take me out.”

I do exactly as he says. I go to my knees, unbutton his pants, then take him out.

“I want these red lips wrapped around my cock. I want to feel you gag and choke until the tears are running down your gorgeous face,” he demands, pulling down my bottom lip with his thumb.

“Lick,” he commands.

I lick the tip of his cock; a bead of precum hits my taste buds, and I revel in the taste of him. Cal tilts his head back and closes his eyes as I take him into my mouth. “Fuck, Angel. Your mouth is sinful.”

He grabs the back of my head and forces himself deeper. My eyes close tight as I try to open my throat, but still I gag from the obstruction. “You can do it . . . yeah, just like that . . . you’re taking my cock so well . . . don’t stop.” I pull back, relaxing the back of my throat, then swirl the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock before taking him deeper. His eyes lock with mine when I look up at him relishing in the pleasure shown on his face. “This goddamn mouth was made for me to fuck.” His hand slaps the wall, and he begins to pump into my mouth unforgivingly. I sputter and try to pull back, but he grabs the back of my head again and holds me in place. Saliva is pouring down my chin, and tears run down my cheeks.

“Touch yourself. Slip your fingers in your wet pussy and let me watch you play.”

Never having someone watch me before makes me hesitant, a bit insecure, and embarrassed. I ignore his demand and brace my hand on his thigh.

“Nuh-uh. I told you to play with yourself, Angel, and that’s exactly what you’re going to do. Now, stick your hand between your legs and rub your clit. Make yourself cum for me, and you better do it quickly because I’m close.”

I push my insecurities aside and do as I’m told. Knowing that I’m pleasing him—making him lose his mind—is such a turn-on; it doesn’t take me long before I’m on the brink of tumbling over the cliff. “You’re going to swallow every last drop. Now, cum for me, Angel,” he growls.

His voice tilts me over the edge. The room dims and my eyes close. Blood rushes to my head, leaving me to feel like I’m floating, as he releases into my mouth. The taste isn’t what I expect—not bad, just foreign. I do as he says and swallow, then pull back as he wipes my mouth.

“You’re a fucking goddess on your knees for me.” Cal strokes my hair. “This mouth is mine.” His thumb brushes against my bottom lip. “And these tears are mine. The only way I ever intend to make you cry is out of pleasure or happiness. No one else is allowed to have these tears, understand?” He wipes my tears away and he lifts me up.

Cal puts himself back in his pants and strolls to the cabinet containing the hockey equipment. He reaches up and grabs a plastic tube from on top of the shelf before walking back to me. He opens the clear tube and dumps a new puck with our logo into his hand. “I’m going to fuck you against this wall, but since your cleaning service will be here in . . .” He looks at his watch. “Well, any time now, you have to be quiet.” He places a kiss on my swollen lips. “Now, open your pretty mouth.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Cal

My woman never ceases to amaze me. Every fantasy, every fucking desire I’ve ever had, she fulfills them so willingly with no questions asked. With her, anything goes. Prime example: her standing here with a doe-eyed expression, waiting for direction like a good girl, while I hold a hockey puck to her lips.

“Now, open your pretty mouth.”

She opens her mouth, and I place the puck between her lips. Damn, I love how submissive and compliant she is, always ready to please me. What she doesn’t understand is that pleasing her pleases me. It’s why I did what I did tonight: played a game of cat and mouse and stalked her through the facility in a goalie mask. I didn’t take it too far; I only wanted to give her a sample to see if fear play and mask play were something she would truly like. Honestly, it would have freaked most women out, but Aspen isn’t like most women. After witnessing her consistently reading books with two pages of trigger warnings, I’m finding that my girl is a little darker than most.

When she was lying on the couch with her feet propped on my legs, reading Navessa Allen’sLight’s Out, biting thatdeliciously plump bottom lip and rubbing her feet together as if she were trying to relieve an ache between her legs, I knew she was reading a spicy scene. A few days later, I added her novel to my collection of stolen ones from her bookshelf and devoured the pages within a couple of days. I want to know her carnal urges and peculiarities. I don’t ever want Aspen to feel as if she needs to hide herself from me. Her fantasies are mine to fulfill; her kinks are mine to unlock. I want to make every single one of them a reality and watch her unfurl like a fucking flower.

With her mouth gagged, I spin her around to face the wall. Both hands slap against the black-painted surface to brace herself.

“This is going to be rough and fast. You’re going to take it, and you’re not going to make a fucking peep. Those sounds you make, they’re mine—just like you’re mine.”

The chances of her being quiet are slim, but if she knows what’s good for her, she’ll do as I say. If her cleaning crew has made it in, the last thing I want is for them to hear her or stumble upon us fucking. My girl seems to be a bit of an exhibitionist. I know she’s fantasized about being fucked in a public place, but her pussy belongs to me. No one gets to see what’s mine. That’s why I waited until everyone left. It’s a win-win scenario.

I take myself out of my pants, then bend her over, and tease her wet slit with the head of my cock. Slowly I slide inside her, giving her time to adjust. She moans loudly around the puck as I fill her.

“Shh,” I warn her, reaching around and pinching her nipple.

I slide my hand up to grip her throat as I deliver on my promise. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes throughout the room. She looks back at me—her teeth clenched tight around the puck, whimpering around it. Sweat streamsdown my abs, and I work her body hard, fucking her roughly. Knowing she’s close, my fingers squeeze her throat. She loves when I restrict her airways; it makes her erupt and pool like a fucking volcano within seconds every single time. Puck still in place, she screams a muffled explosion of pleasure as she cums.

From behind the door, I hear a squeak coming from one of the cleaning carts.

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