Page 7 of Downfall

Grabbing my wrists, not letting go of my nipple, he pulls my arms above my head and wraps my hands around the bars of my headboard.

“Don’t let go or I stop,” he says against the silky skin of my breast with a smug smile, knowing he holds all the power in this moment.

I nod frantically, needing him to get on with it. “Fuck, just make me come. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t make promises that you don’t intend to keep.” But I mean every word. This man will be my downfall, and I’m not sure I could stop it if I tried.

He moves down my body, planting open-mouthed kisses across my stomach and my hip bones before finally stopping above my clit. Flicking his tongue, he brushes the ball of my piercing, making me jerk. I tighten my grip on the headboard rails, willing myself to hold tight so he doesn’t stop touching me. I need everything he has to give.

Moving aggravatingly slowly, Kolson flattens his tongue and licks from my opening to my clit in one unhurried motion before sucking my clit with a vigorous hunger. I pant and whimper as he works me up, taking me to the brink of orgasm over and over, only to gentle his pursuit each time I’m about to fall.

I’m so on edge, I’m writhing. Thrashing about as I moan and gasp his name. And he finally has pity on me.

Thrusting three fingers into my drenched pussy, he sucks my clit between his teeth and scrapes his teeth against the silky skin surrounding the bar of my piercing, throwing me over the cliff to the deep well of pleasure awaiting me below.

Kolson continues his movements, gently working me through my orgasm, until I’ve come back from my freefall, shaky and sated.

When he removes his fingers, I whimper, the immediate emptiness making me pout, but that petulance turns back to lust as he brings his fingers to his lips, slowly cleaning each one of my taste. I can only stare through hooded eyes until he’s finished, returning my gaze with equal intensity.

Bending over me, he grasps my fingers, prying them away from the headboard, where I had forgotten I was holding on for dear life. He links our fingers, resting on his elbows above me, his lips a breath away from mine. We stay like that for a moment, suspended in our hazy bliss, until he presses his mouth against mine in a languid kiss.

Alarm bells blare in my head as I grant his tongue the access it seeks. This night wasn’t supposed to be like this; I wasn’t supposed to feel so much. It’s more than the orgasms; it’s like his soul has penetrated my own, causing me to reassess everything I’ve ever known about love.Love.No.It’s just sex. Just orgasms. Keep that shit locked down, Abby.

Breaking away from our kiss, Kolson rolls me onto my side, settling in behind me and pressing his erection against my ass.

“Do you have any condoms, siren?” Kolson murmurs. “I only had one with me, and I’ll have to keep my hands to myself for the rest of the night if I can’t be inside you again.”

“In the drawer behind you,” I tell him. As much as I want to tell him that I’m on the pill and am clean, I’ve only known him for a few hours. And if I feel his velvety shaft bare inside me, I’m not sure I’ll be able to let him go.

The sheets rustle as he rolls back, pulling open the drawer of my bedside table and rummaging through the contents. I know he must have found what he was looking for when I hear the drawer close and the telltale sound of the wrapper ripping open.

Within moments, he’s lifting my thigh, plunging his length into me. He groans as I throw my head back onto his shoulder. My mouth seeks his, and he kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth in time with his thrusts.

He feels amazing, taking me like this, but it also feels almost… intimate. It’s the middle of the night, and we’re both exhausted, our eyes closed as we rock together, finding comfort and pleasure in each other’s arms.

I arch my back, changing the angle just enough that he’s hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over, his thrusts becoming erratic as he gets closer to his release.

Sliding his hand down my thigh, he hooks my knee in his elbow and uses his now free hand to reach down and pinch my clit, tugging gently on my piercing, and I detonate. Once again, I’m falling, clenching my walls as I go, forcing Kolson to shatter with me.

He releases my leg, and we lay together, wrapped up in a sweaty mess of limbs, and I can’t help but think how right it feels. His arm around my waist, his face nuzzled into my hair, planting small kisses along the column of my neck. I let myself be swept up in his embrace, so comfortable and solid, and fall into a deep sleep.

Chapter 7

Kolson

Abbyisasleepinmy arms, completely relaxed and sated. I hate to leave her side, but I need to get cleaned up before I fall asleep half-hard inside of her warmth.

Pulling out of her slowly and inching deliberately toward the edge of the bed, I push to my feet and walk toward the bathroom, pulling the used condom off as I go. I throw it in the small bathroom trash can and grab another washcloth, using it to wipe myself clean, resolving to get Abby back into the shower in the morning.

Looking in the mirror above the bathroom sink, I can just make out her sleeping form where I left her. She looks adorable and content bundled up in her huge white comforter in the middle of the bed, like she’s not used to sharing her queen-sized bed with anyone else, and that thought thrills me. Though, I know it shouldn’t.

I shouldn’t care if this woman who I just officially met tonight shares her bed with others, but I do. I’ve only shown her a small sliver of the pleasure I can bring her, but I want to give her all of me. After only a few short hours, I’m infatuated, and I know she’ll haunt me until I make her mine.

But she’s too perfect. Too good. She deserves a man who isn’t a fucking drug dealer. Someone who is devoted to her and can provide her with the fairytale ending. That’s not me, but maybe someday…I can be that man.

Pulling my boxer briefs into place before climbing back into the bed behind her, I hope she didn’t see my scars. The self-inflicted wounds of my not-so-distant past that mar my skin and serve as constant reminders. Closing my eyes, I press my body up against Abby’s, reveling in the smoothness of her skin.

My headphones are tight on my ears and it’s really starting to bug the shit out of me. I’m locked in, ignoring everyone and everything around me, focusing on my only task: finish coding this program and get my teacher off my back. This code has given me a run for my money, but today is the day I work out the bugs, finally complete my bootcamp and get out into the real world again. I am so ready.

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