Fallon (Henchmen MC Next Generation 3)

"Oh, wow. It looks a lot less disgusting," I declared, getting a small smile out of a very tired-looking Brooks.

"Shower. Bed," Fallon demanded, pushing me toward the back of the bar, so we could go down into the basement.

We stripped in silence then climbed in my minuscule shower.

"I'm too beat to fuck you," Fallon said, resting his cheek against the top of my head. "But once we get some sleep..."

"Yeah," I agreed, barely having enough energy to soap myself up properly and rinse off.

"Let me," Fallon said when I let out a whimper when I raised my arms to attempt to wash my hair.

And then this man, this surprising, interesting, frustrating, sexy, rough, yet gentle man washed my hair.

I'd had absolutely no interest in sex when we'd climbed in the shower. My body barely wanted to hold my weight anymore, let alone get another workout. But as Fallon's fingertips started lightly scrubbing at my scalp, yeah, I learned something new about life.

It was unexpectedly erotic to have a man play with your hair.

"Quit it," Fallon grumbled, lips touching my temple as a low groan moved through me.

"I can't. That feels good," I told him, angling my head to the side to give him better access.

"Danny..." he said, voice a warning. Even as I heard it, I felt his hardened cock pressing into my ass cheek.

"I might have a little bit of energy left," I admitted as Fallon's sudsy hands sank into my hips, turning me so that my front pressed to his, allowing the water to wash the shampoo out of my hair.

But I could barely focus on that, what with my breasts crushed to his chest, with his cock pressing into my belly.

His fingers glided down my back, sinking into my ass, massaging.

"What?" I asked when a sigh moved through him.

"Condom."

"Nightstand," I said, my hand moving down his chest, grabbing his cock, stroking it, making it impossible for him to get any idea in his head that didn't end with him inside of me.

At that, a sexy smirk pulled at his lips as he reached behind me, cutting off the water, then sinking his hands into my ass again, but this time, yanking me up by it, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his hips, and my arms around his neck as he stepped out of the shower, stopping to dry his feet, then walking us through to the bed, dropping me down onto it with a bounce as he turned to the nightstand.

He slipped on a condom then reached for me, grabbing my knee, and rolling me onto my stomach. He urged me up onto my knees before grabbing my wrist, yanking it backward, and pinning it to my lower back as his other hand pressed the back of my neck into the mattress before he surged inside me.

"Quiet," he snapped as he fucked me, the hand at the back of my neck digging in, forcing my face into the mattress, silencing me as he drove me up toward that edge, then pushed me over.

When I cried out, loud, unfiltered, the mattress absorbed the sound, keeping our secrets.

"More," he growled, fucking me faster still, and I was thankful for my memory foam mattress and sturdy frame, or everyone upstairs would know what we were doing one floor below them..

I gave him one more.

But it wasn't enough.

Fallon's hands released me as he slowed down slightly.

It wasn't until he slowly withdrew from me, and I heard the nightstand drawer slide open again that I knew what was on his mind.

His cock slid out and up, pressing, but waiting.

"Yes," I whimpered, wiggling my ass against him as I heard the lube cap click open before the cold liquid was gliding over me and him.

Fallon reached downward, grabbing my shoulder, pulling me back until my chest hit his.

One of his hands slid between my thighs, his thumb circling my clit as two fingers pressed into my pussy as his cock pressed, pressed, pressed, then finally slid inside me. Slow, gentle, giving my body time to acclimate before he settled deep.

His face rested against my head as he let out a groan, barely holding it together.

"Move," I whimpered, hips rocking in a circle, needing the building pressure inside me to grow, to reach a peak, to release.

And just like that, he did.

Slow, careful at first, then building in speed, in intensity.

"Sh, baby, sh," he demanded as my sighs became moans.

"I can't," I whined, the pressure inside something like I'd never felt before. "I'm gonna..." I choked out a second before his hand slapped over my mouth, hard.

His finger swiped my clit.

His fingers fucked my pussy.

And his cock moved in my ass.

The orgasm slammed through me so hard that I swore the world went white as a white-hot surge of pleasure overtook me completely, pulled me down into its depths for so long I felt like I might never surface.