Falling Under (17 page)

“I can’t—
fuck
—I can’t hold it anymore, Ky.” I growl it, the words grating and rasping in my throat and my teeth. “I’m about to come, Ky.”

Her mouth leaves me, and the selfish part of me wants it back, wants to explode in the warm wetness of her mouth. But I won’t. Not yet, not until she’s ready for that, and I know she’s not. This is more about her exploring, discovering. I feel my spine arch off the mattress, my hands fisted in the sheets at my sides, fighting to keep it back, hold it back. Her soft small warm hands both wrap around my cock and slide up and plunge down, slowly and gently, and I want it faster and harder but she doesn’t give me that—she continues the slow and lazy drifting from root to tip, and it’s driving me wild, making me crazy. Her cheek nestles against my hipbone, and I feel her breath on me, and she’s watching me writhe and struggle, and now she strokes me in a rhythm, down against my up-thrust, both fists around me, faster now. I force my eyes open, and goddamn is she gorgeous, strawberry blonde, almost red hair vivid against my dark skin and the white sheet, and her wildly blue eyes are locked on my cock in her hands, watching for the moment when I explode.
 

“Kylie!” It’s the only sound I can make as I feel the volcanic detonation unleash.
 

Heat in my balls, my cock tightening and her hands gripping me and stroking me and her face against my leg, and her hair and her eyes and I’m gone, gone, everything is a hot wash of lightning bliss, and her hands never stop, hot and soft, and I watch her through hooded heavy eyes as she watches me come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.

I feel the stream of come hit my belly and still she’s touching me, and I’m groaning and sighing, and now another blast of release shoots from me, and a final, smaller gush, and then I’m only able to flutter my hips into her touch, never wanting this moment to end.

She moves back up to lie beside me. Her eyes search mine. “Oh…my…
god
, Oz.” She covers her face with her hands and burrows into the hollow of my neck, giggling. “That was awesome!”

“I can’t—I can’t move, Ky. I can’t feel my toes. Holy fucking shit. You killed me.” I curl my arm around her and hold her close.

“It felt good?” She seems uncertain.

“Good?” I pull her hands down. “Babe, did you see what you did to me? That was…incredible.”

She smiles. “Good. I’m glad. I wanted to make you feel as good you made me feel. And…I liked watching you. I liked knowing I was making you feel that way, like…I was…in charge.” She blushes, embarrassed. “God, that sounds so stupid.”

I laugh. “No, sweetness. It doesn’t. Not at all. You
were
in charge. You had total control over me.”
 

“Really?”

I nod. “Absolutely.”

She’s thinking. “Yeah, I can see that. That’s how I felt, when you were—with your mouth. Down there.”

I grin. “Oh, come on, Ky. You can do better than that. Don’t be shy. Not with me. Not after what we just did together.”

“What?” She’s bashful, playing innocent.

“Say something dirty. Tell me what I was doing to you. Use the dirtiest words you can think of.”

She chews on her lower lip, eyes flicking back and forth on mine. “What is it you want to hear, Oz? You want to hear me say something nasty?”

I nod. “Yeah. It’ll be hot.”

She shakes her head. “You go first, then. I’m embarrassed.”

I snort. “Embarrassed? You just had your hands all over my cock, Kylie. You sucked my cock. You made me come all over myself. I’ve never done that before, you know, just…lost control.”
 

She blushes, but her eyes go to the come on my stomach. “I love your cock, Oz.” She giggles, and then goes serious. “I do, for real. I love the way it feels in my hands. I even like the way it tastes and feels in my mouth. Is that weird?”

I shrug. “Nothing’s weird. It is what it is. Everyone’s different. I like the way you taste, too, babe. I love the way your pussy tastes.”

She blushes even harder and buries her face in my neck. “God, Oz, I’m blushing so hard I’m gonna burst into flames in a second.” She peeks up at me, looking at me through her shielded hands. “You really do?”

I nod. “Yeah, I do. A lot.”

“What’s it taste like?”
 

I frown. “I don’t know how to describe it. Kind of…musky? A little sweet, a little sour. I don’t know. That’s not right.” I slide my finger down to her cleft and swipe through her nether lips, finding her wet again. I drag my finger through her lips again, deeper, letting her essence slick my index finger. Then, with her eyes wide and nervous on mine, I put my finger into my mouth. “Mmmm. Yeah. Tasty. Can’t explain the way it tastes, though.”

“Oh, my god, Oz. You’re so crazy.” She blinks at me, grinning.

I slide my finger into her again, and this time I bring it to her lips. “Taste it. Taste yourself.”

She locks her eyes on me, and then, with only a slight hesitation, opens her mouth and closes her lips around my finger. Jesus, I feel my cock twitch and tighten at the way she slides her mouth off my finger, erotic, teasing, tempting. Her eyes widen as she tastes herself, and then a smile curves her lips. She puts two fingers to my belly, smearing through the pool of my come, and before I can react, she tastes me on her fingers.
 

“Mmm. You taste good, too.” She licks her lips, and then glances down at my cock. “How long until you can come again?”

I shrug. “Not too long. Sooner, if you touch me.”

She laughs. “In that case…”

“Wait a second, though. Let me clean up.” I grab a dirty shirt off the floor, but Kylie takes it from me.

“Let me do it.” She smiles at me, gentle, hesitant, and sweet.
 

She wipes at my stomach, folds the fabric and wipes again, once more, and then I’m clean and the shirt is across the room in a ball. And she’s touching me, thumb and two fingers holding my still-flaccid cock. But at her touch, I feel myself respond, feel the tightening deep inside. I watch her touch me, and my hands are on her skin, moving over her shoulders, brushing her hair away and sliding down her arm. I cup one of her boobs, touch the nipple and feel it go hard under the pad of my thumb. She grins at me, and strokes my hardening member. We’re silent, touching each other, feeling no hurry. I just want to memorize the feel of her skin, her soft pale skin. I want to touch and kiss every inch of her. She looks at me, and I lean in and our lips meet, and now we’re truly lost, the kiss flying us up and away. Her hand tightens on my cock, which is nearly fully erect, and my hands are palming her ribs and her tits and cupping her hip, tilting her toward me to finally get a handful of her ass. And oh, god, her ass is so perfect. Firm, full, supple, a wonderland I could never get enough of.

She breaks the kiss and nuzzles my chest. “God, Oz. I seriously love the way you touch me.”

I should be afraid of how easily we’re both tossing around the word “love,” but I’m not. Why, I don’t dare examine. But I’m not.
 

“Kylie, have I mentioned yet how much I love your ass?” I pull her toward me, move out of the way so she rolls to her stomach. I kiss her spine and take a long time to look at her gloriously round ass. I palm it in both hands, knead, grip, caress. “Like, for real.”

She sighs. “Really? It’s not too big?”

I can’t help but laugh. “God, no. Just like your tits. Big and round and perfect, and so fucking gloriously gorgeous I can’t even stand it. Every single time we hang out together, it’s an ongoing effort to not stare at your ass.”

She hides in the crook of her arm. “You aren’t very successful at not staring, Oz, I hate to tell you.” She glances at me through a tangle of hair. “I’ve caught you staring so many times, and you know what? I don’t mind it. I like it. I like knowing you can’t stop looking at me.”

“And now that I’ve seen you naked, seen every perfect inch of you, I’ll never be able to stop looking. Or touching.”

“You don’t have to.” She shifts to her side, her hair a messy curtain across her face. “You can touch me whenever you want. You can do what you want. I trust you, Oz.”

I brush the hair from her eyes. “Are you sure that’s wise?”

She frowns. “Of course. You’d never hurt me.”

“Not on purpose.”

She puts her hand on my back and pulls me toward her, down to her. “No, not on purpose. And here’s the thing, Oz: I know you’ll hurt me someday, somehow. That doesn’t scare me. Everyone gets hurt. But I’m strong, Oz. I can take it. As long as you’re honest and real and you don’t flake out on me, or run from me without telling me, nothing can keep me away. Just…just don’t ever lie to me. And don’t leave me. If you have to go, if for some reason you decide you’ve had enough of us, or of me, just tell me. Promise me that? It’s the only promise I’ll ever ask you to make me.”

This is serious suddenly. Can I promise her that?
 

Fuck yeah.

“I promise. No lies. I won’t run. I swear.”

Her eyes go soft and deep and tender, and full of something that could be the seeds of love. “Does this make us officially a couple?”

“Do you want us to be?”

She nods. “Yes. Do you?”

I have to consider that. Eventually, I nod. “Yeah, I do. And you should know, Kylie. I’ve never had a girlfriend before. Not anything real, or serious.”

This makes her inordinately happy. “I’m your first real girlfriend?”

“First real friend. First real girlfriend. You’re my first real anything, sweetness.” I sweep the back of my knuckles across her cheekbone. “You’re the only real thing in my whole life.”

“God, Oz.” She seems on the verge of crying, but she doesn’t. Instead, she pulls me down for a kiss, pulls me over her so I’m kneeling between her legs. “I want to…be with you. I want to have sex with you. Make love with you. I don’t know what to call it, but that’s what I want. Right now.”

A bolt of reality hits me. “Shit, Kylie. I don’t—I don’t have any condoms. And you’re not on birth control, are you?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

I rest my head between her breasts. “We have to wait, then. I can’t—I
won’t
take any chances with that.” And maybe this will be a bit of salvation, holding off on at least full-on sex with her until she’s eighteen.

She touches my cheek. “That’s okay, Oz. I’m glad you thought of it, because I didn’t. All I was thinking of was how good you make me feel.”

“After school tomorrow. We’ll buy some. And…if you’re for real about being with me, you might want to think about getting on birth control. I hate to sound like I’m telling you what to do, and I know it’s, like, killing the mood or whatever but—I just want to be careful.” I fall to my back beside Kylie.

She takes a moment to collect herself, then rolls to her side. “No, you’re right. Will you go with me? To get me on birth control?”

I nod. “Yeah. Of course.”
 

She touches my chest, her hand roaming across my pecs and down to my stomach. “We can do other things, though, right?” She touches one finger to the tip of my rigid cock.

I grin at her. “Yeah, sweetness. We can do anything you want.”

“Anything?” she asks. I nod. “Then will you…god, I’m gonna die. Will you do that thing? With your mouth?”

“Say it, and I will.”

She bites her lip. “Lick my pussy, Oz. Please?”

I growl, turned on to epic proportions by her erotic words. “Fuck me, Kylie. That’s hot. Say it again.”

She takes my face in her hands and pushes me downward, sighing as I settle between her thighs. “I want you to make me come with your mouth. I want you to lick my pussy until I explode.”

“Then what?” I swipe her opening with my tongue.

“Then?” she gasps as I flick her clit. “Then I’m gonna suck your cock, and I’m going to make you come in my mouth. And I’m going to swallow every drop.”

“Holy shit…” I have to remember to breathe. “God, Kylie. You talking like that makes me crazy.”

There’s no room for words then, no breath, no time. I’m eating her out, driving her wild with my mouth, slipping a finger inside her and feeling her writhe. Her pussy is hot and damp and ready for me, her motions jagged and desperate as I bring her to the brink of orgasm, slow to back her away, and then push her over the edge with two fingers inside her and my tongue circling her clit. She comes around me, her thighs clenching my head and her juices flowing thick and slick and wet. Barely a moment after she’s come, Kylie has me on my back and she’s got my cock in her mouth and she’s working me with her hands, and I’m lost to her control, in thrall to her touch. I give in completely, don’t hold back. She takes her time, stroking and licking and sucking and I’m crazy, wild, arching and groaning, and she’s loving every second of it, glancing up at me every now and then, joy and pride and excitement on her face as she watches my helpless reactions.
 

I gasp a warning as I feel my release approaching, and she takes my thick, aching cock in both hands and wraps her lips around my head and sucks with vacuum force, and I explode violently. She’s surprised, but she takes it all, her fists plunging on me, her mouth and throat working.
 

She fumbles for the blanket, tugs it over us, nestles into my shoulder, and murmurs something inaudible. We’re floating, drifting. Sleepy, sated, happy.

This moment, here with Kylie Calloway, it’s the single best moment of my life.

EIGHT: Lost Chances and Hard Choices
 

Colt

It’s well past midnight, and Kylie isn’t home. The open mic night ended hours ago, and I’m fighting the urge to worry, to get angry. She doesn’t have a set curfew, since there’s never been a need. She’s a responsible kid usually. My brain is whirling, worrying me with possible scenarios. They got in an accident. They’re off doing drugs. They’re having sex. Not knowing what she’s doing is making me crazy, and not knowing what I’m supposed to do when she gets back is making me crazier. Should I just trust her? Should I interrogate her? Demand the truth? Ground her? Forbid her from seeing him?
 

 
I know none of those will work. She’s about to turn eighteen. We’ve always tried to give Kylie as much freedom as we could, and she’s always been responsible. She’s never had a serious boyfriend, and she’s only been on a few dates. And now this Oz character shows up out of the blue, and she’s suddenly with him all the time. And he’s everything a father worries about for his daughter. He’s me, in so many ways, and I wouldn’t have wanted to be the father of the girls I dated as a young man. I was reckless, wild, irresponsible. I lived alone, answered to no one, followed no rules. It wasn’t until Nell and I got together that I started giving a fuck about anything.