Page 41 of Falling

“Then I have a question,” he says.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“How dirty do you want it?”

My mouth goes dry. Suddenly I’m not as tired as I thought I was.

“As dirty as you want to give it to me, Winsloe.” My chin juts toward him in challenge, and his eyes narrow. I think this is about to be a wild ride.

“Okay,” he says. “Wait here a moment.”

The bed dips as he climbs off me. He disappears down the hall, where I saw our luggage sitting briefly.

My mind whirls imagining what he has in mind. Should I go to the bathroom just to make sure I can last? How many orgasms is he going to insist on? I’ve had men that can do multiples. This is far from my first rodeo. What does Peter have that the rest haven’t? Other than my heart.

“Stop overthinking it,” he calls from the other room. I snort and flap my arms on the bed. He chuckles as he reappears. Even though his hands are full of stuff, I focus on what’s missing. He’s removed every stitch of clothing from his body. His cock stands proud as he stalks toward me.

“Condoms,” he says, tossing a handful on the nightstand. I quirk an eyebrow at him. That’s a lot of condoms. “You said you wanted it dirty, not reckless,” he says in answer. “Now, get on your knees.”

“By the way,” I say, flipping over and pushing up to my knees. “Condoms are optional. I’m on birth control, and I know we’re both clean.”

“How do you know I am?” He straps a collar around my neck.

“Because I know you haven’t had sex in at least six months.”

“I could have been sneaking around,” he points out. A spreader bar is hooked to my ankles.

“You’re horrible at keeping secrets. You haven’t been with anyone since you took home that blond from the year-end banquet.” He pulls me to my knees and places my hands on the headboard. I feel his body press against mine as he leans his mouth next to my ear.

“I only fucked someone when you announced a new boyfriend. It never helped though. All I wanted was this tight cunt.” He slaps me on my mound, wringing a gasp from between my lips. “Let’s see what I’ve been missing.”

He pulls the collar tight against my throat. Fresh heat surges through my body. His fingers slide through my folds against the sensitive bud. As hard as I struggle, my legs are held open. A tingling sensation begins everywhere his fingers find.

“What is that?” I ask.

“You’ll find out,” he answers. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like. I’ll stop immediately.” Of course, he will. This isn’t some random hook-up I’ve brought back to my room. This is Peter, my best friend. I relax and rock against his fingers. He’ll never do anything to hurt me. “Ready?”

I brace myself for what’s about to happen. A blindfold slides over my eyes. Have I ever told him how much I love to be blindfolded? I rarely trust anyone to do it, however.

I shiver as his lips gently suck on my neck. Teeth replace lips; a slick cock replaces fingers. I rock my hips back, begging for more. My ass is met with a stinging slap.

“So hungry,” he mumbles. The tingling turns into a raw need as the tip of his cock slips inside me. I don’t know what he used on me, but it’s turned me into an insatiable animal. I want him to fuck me right now. Hard and deep.

“Peter,” I demand. I try to grind my hips against him, but he moves with me. He’s keeping me from impaling myself on him. “More.”

“Behave, Geneva,” he hisses with a slap to my ass. “I’ll let you have a little more when you act like a good girl.”

“Asshole,” I sneer.

He laughs. His cockhead jumps inside me. I take a deep breath and relax. He rewards me by rocking his hips. Delicious pain pushes pleasure through me. He’s large, and I haven’t done this in a while. He was right to make me wait. Slowly, he begins to thrust. He gets deeper with every one until he’s buried inside me.

With every rock of his hips, I feel my body buzz with my impending orgasm. Then I hear a vibration. His hand snakes around my body. The vibration rests against my clit, and I explode. Colors swirl as my body screams out. Or is that me screaming?

He doesn’t let up. My orgasm is barely through my system before another follows in its wake. I can’t breathe, even though the collar has been removed from my neck. If I could just close my legs, I could control what he’s doing to me.

“Bad girl,” he says with another strike to my ass. “Almost made me come before I was ready.”

My ankles are freed from the shackles holding them in place. I feel him pull my hands away from the headboard. He has to pry my fingers off one by one. I’m eased back onto the bed, cradled in his arms. My blindfold is removed. I blink in the dim light.

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