"This is soft," he said. And I could hear the unspoken words: For you.
I couldn't even be mad, though. It was soft for me.
His fingers slid upward, rubbing across the center of the cup, getting my nipple to harden under the material before slipping upward, and sliding into the cup, his palm grabbing me, making a shot of desire start at the contact and move straight down between my thighs.
Impatient, my arms went behind my back, working the clasps free, then removing the bra completely, sighing a bit as the air hit my bare skin. My nipples hardened into peaks. His fingers circled, rolled, pinched, twisted until my hips were writhing restlessly against him.
His cock hardened beneath me, filling me with the promise of fulfillment.
I ground against him for a long moment, driving myself slowly upward before reaching downward, grabbing the neck of Fallon's shirt with restless fingers and pulling until it ripped unevenly down the center.
"Not sure how I'm going to explain that," Fallon murmured with a smirk as I leaned forward to run my hands down the indents of muscles in his torso.
"Who cares?" I said, watching his muscles twitch under my fingertips as they traced the lines of his muscles downward until they met the line of his jeans.
My gaze slid up to his as I undid his button, then the zipper, enjoying the heat I saw there, the anticipation. I felt the twin flame of it sparking and spreading through my body.
My hand slipped into his pants, curling around his thick cock, and stroking him, watching as his breathing got faster and more ragged.
His frustrated hand went to my pants, making short work of the button and zipper, then yanking impatiently.
"Take these off," he demanded, voice rough, frustrated. The sound of his need made my sex clench hard as I released his cock, then pushed myself up to stand over him as I drew my pants and panties down.
His greedy graze slid from my breasts and down my belly to gaze hungrily between my thighs for a moment before reaching in his pocket for his wallet, fishing out a condom, and rolling it on as he snuck glances at me.
"Ride me," he demanded, reaching out to grab my calf, yanking until I followed his directions, lowering myself down to straddle him again.
Lifting my hips, I waited for him to grab his cock, stroking it between my lips, circling my clit until I was moaning and writhing above him. Only then did he slide his cock back down my cleft to press against the entrance to my body.
I wasted no time sinking down onto him, taking him inside, my walls tightening around him as he settled deep.
"Fuck," he hissed as I took him to the hilt, then paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Ride me," he demanded again, thrusting his hips upward into me. Deep. So deep that I felt a twinge of pain.
There was no hesitation then.
I rode him.
Fucked him.
Hard and fast.
His fingers moved over me, squeezing my ass, my breasts, tracing over my scars, then slipping between my thighs to tease my clit even as I leaned backward, bracing my hand on his knees, feeling his cock pressing against my G-spot as I rode him.
Harder, faster.
My whimpers and moans mixed with his groans and curses as I drove us both upward, then toward the edge.
"Come, Danny," he demanded, voice as rough as my nerves felt.
He started thrusting up into me as I circled my hips, as his finger worked my clit.
And then I was crashing down into an orgasm that made me cry out, a loud, almost pained sound that echoed through the woods.
My body trembled as he thrust up into me, finding his own release, my name a curse on his lips.
"Hey, babe?" he called what felt like a lifetime later, long enough for the sweat to mix with the chilly early fall air, making goosebumps prickle over my skin.
"What?"
"Can you let go of my knee now?" he asked, giving me a teasing smirk, but there was pain in his eyes.
Pain.
Right.
"Shit," I said, releasing his knees. "Sorry."
"I'll live," he told me, shrugging.
Taking a breath, I rose up off of him, fetching my panties and pants, getting back into them, then my bra, my tee. Before dropping down on my ass beside him. He'd tucked himself away, but hadn't moved yet.
"Christ," I said, reaching up to brush my hair to one shoulder. "If someone had told me that tonight would end with a bike accident, homicide, grave digging, and fucking the enemy twenty feet away from a corpse, I would have had a good laugh about it."
Fallon's head turned to look at me, a brow raised. "Am I really the enemy still, babe?" he asked. "Or is it just easier for you to think of me as that?"