Page 33 of Make Me Fall (Water, Air, Earth, Fire 2)

Lying down on his back, his sated cock against his thigh, he grabs a throw pillow and adjusts it under his head. “What’s the point of throw pillows if they’re the same color as the couch? You can’t even find one when you want it.”

He goes quiet and swallows when I straddle his hips. He’s trying to watch every part of me at once—my eyes, my hands, my dick. It isn’t until he tries to move his arms that he realizes I’m kneeling on them and he sucks in a breath, stirs his hips under me.

I bend and kiss his shoulder, his neck, licking slowly down his chest until he’s squirming and gasping my name. I could listen to that forever.

Sitting up, I take his face in my hands. “This won’t be easy.”

He smirks. “Good.”

“Relax for me,” I murmur, and push my thumb gently into his mouth. His eyes light up and he sucks immediately, wrapping his tongue around it, then tips up his chin to pull it even deeper. He’s so fucking perfect; he has no idea.

Eyes fixed on his, I pry his teeth apart and force three fingers back along his tongue. I’ve done this in my dreams, but I could never have imagined the color rising in his cheeks, his faint moans and the obscene sucking sounds. He doesn’t know what to do with something this big, drooling and twisting under me as I search for his limit, the point where he gags hard with tears welling in his eyes. “Good boy.” I do it again and he whines through his nose. Just when I’m wondering if it’s too much, I feel his cock going hard against my leg.

I wipe my slick fingers on his shivering chest and jerk myself slowly as I climb up to brush the tip of my cock against his lips. “Don’t bite me,” I breathe, and push my head in. It’s thick, I know it is, and he struggles for a moment when he realizes he can’t breathe. But when I start to pull out, he whimpers in protest and laps at my slit so desperately that I almost lose it. He’s fully hard now, rolling his hips to seek friction in the empty air. “You want it all?” I stroke his wet cheek and he groans as I thrust in deeper, just short of where he gagged on my fingers. “Take care of that for me, okay?”

I let him play with it, licking the bottom, trying to work his tongue around the head, as I jerk off the rest, my knuckles against his chin. “Maybe I should pull out,” I murmur when I’m right on the edge, running my free hand through his hair. “Since it’s your first time.” Of course it was a joke, just to see him fight for it, but he pulls his arm free, grabs my balls, andsurgesup my cock until I’m completely inside his hot mouth. Instead of easing off to help him swallow, I jolt all the way to the back of his throat and fill it with cum as my body is reduced to nothing but sensation and most of all him, always him, like a bonfire in the dark. He jerks under me and I’m vaguely aware of something warm and wet splattering across my ass. He fucking came again, the little animal, in the middle of swallowing my load.

He coughs hard and chokes, rolling onto his side with his hand clamped over his mouth. “Hey.” I grab his shoulder and squeeze. “It’s alright; spit it out. The cushions are washable.”

After a long moment, he angles his head at me, such a smug smile on his face, and sticks out his tongue to show me his empty mouth. “Rule one,” he croaks, sitting up weakly. “Never challenge me to do anything unless you mean it.”

When he sees my expression, he grins like hell and butts our foreheads together, his fingers twining easily, unconsciously through mine. “I did it right, didn’t I? That was fun. Would you rent me to sit under your desk and suck your cock while you take calls?”

God help me.

Jonah

I didn’t realize I was staring at his mouth, thinking about kissing him. I didn’t realize I was holding his hand, either. Then Gray pulls away and stands up quickly, looking at everything but me, and I want to fucking die of embarrassment.

I feel like I should offer to leave, or at least get up and give him some space, but I’m too tired. I spent three nights on a bench in the back of a gym locker room thinking about how my life’s going down in flames, and after coming twice in a row I can barely move.

Gray grabs the comforter I folded up neatly this morning because my mother taught me how to be a good houseguest. “Get some more rest,” he says, pulling it over my naked body. He brushes his hand through my hair again, like he can’t help it, but he won’t look at me. “I heard you up in the night.”

Look at us, listening to each other not sleep like a couple of stalkers.

“Do you want to…” I’m already mostly asleep, but I flap the comforter at him, because I’m cold and he looks cold and together we’d be warm. “I promise I won’t be weird.” It’s all sinking in now, the last few days, and I know I’m about to have bad dreams. Seconds from unconsciousness, I watch him shake his head and turn to go. “Gray?” I mumble. I probably sound drunk. “Gray, did anyone tell you yet that I’m fucking stupid? I can’t do anything right. I’m sorry.”

“Go to sleep, Jonah,” he says. “I have an idea. I’ll tell you when you wake up.”

I drift off, wondering if he enjoys having everything in his living room be the same color or if someone else chose that for him.

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