Falls Boys (Hellbent 1)

“This is all there is,” I gasp, tears filling my eyes. “You’re all there is, and I can’t stop no matter how much my brain is telling me to.”

He squeezes me, pressing our bodies together so close and our lips hovering over each other. I inhale his scent, wanting to keep it on something I own—anything—and never wash it off.

Let us live, since we must die.

I wrap my arms around his neck and gaze up into his eyes. “We’re kicking and screaming when we come into the world and kicking and screaming when we leave it,” I tell him. “Death is never peaceful or painless. In most cases, we know it’s happening. We’re frightened and suffering and hopeless, because all we can feel is the agony, and we won’t be able to think beyond it, because we’re so scared. We don’t want to go.”

He kisses me, and I kiss him back, memorizing everything I feel.

“We won’t be able to remember everything that was wonderful,” I whisper. “We won’t think of this. It’s what’s between that’s the good part. Between birth and death. Every breath. Every heartbeat. And all the ones that were for you.” I bite his bottom lip softly. “I want your arms around me, because I don’t know if they ever will be again. I don’t know if tomorrow will come or if you’ll think of me when it does, so I want it now. Hold me. Hold me as tightly as you can. I fucking love you.”

He grips my hair at my scalp. “And I’m never going to let you stop.”

He covers my mouth again, his friends outside forgotten as he slips his tongue inside and the feeling reaches down to my goddamn toes.

I groan, pulling off his shirt as he unbuttons my jeans. I push them down my legs, shimmying out of them as he takes my face and kisses me harder.

“Hawke…” I flick his top lip with my tongue. “I want to feel you for the next five fucking days. Fuck me hard.”

He growls, pulls me to the table in the center of the room, and comes down on my back, forcing me over. I hit it, moaning and so damn wet I’m practically melting.

He yanks down my underwear, and then I hear him unwrap a condom. I bring my knee up, laying it on the table at my side.

“Aro…” He fists my hair with one hand, crowning my entrance with his dick in the other, and then says in my ear. “Let me know if this doesn’t feel good, okay?”

He slides inside of me, groans, and in less than two seconds, he’s pounding away.

I tip my head back, close my eyes, and smile, just hanging on as he hits deep. He squeezes my hips, and I prop myself up on my elbows, gripping the other side of the table, feeling him enter me again and again.

“Aro, God,” he groans, but it almost sounds like he’s in pain.

“Don’t stop.” I moan with every thrust. “Go harder and faster. Please.”

I want to feel him when I wake up. I want him to see it on my face. I will never forget him.

“Weston can’t have you back,” he tells me. “You’re mine.”

He leans over me, planting his hand on the table, and pumps harder. I cry out, his groans fill the cabin, and his cock slides so deep I feel it in my stomach. I can fucking taste him. We’re unstoppable.

“It’s too loud,” I pant. “They’re going to find us.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

I smile again and feel the orgasm cresting. “Hawke, Hawke…I’m coming.”

He pumps again and again, and I hold my breath as it bursts open. Spreading through my tummy, and making my entire body freeze, he fucks me, and I ride it out, letting it course under my skin.

My body bounces as he rides me. God, I love him.

But then we hear someone’s voice. “Oh, shit!”

I pop my head up, Hawke stops, and I see Stoli standing in the doorway.

But only for a split-second. Hawke comes down on me, covering my body and face, and then I hear Stoli shout, “Sorry, Hawke!”

And he slams the door.

“They’re busy!” We hear Stoli yell to someone. “Super busy!”

“Seriously?” Dirk says outside the door. And then a shout, “Way to go, Hawke!”

I try not to, but I snort. His friends are so supportive.

But Hawke isn’t laughing. “I’m going to kill them.”

I rise up, propping myself up on my hands and looking over my shoulder. “Tomorrow,” I tell him, backing up into his dick. “I want to take a bath in the lake and then come back in here and ride you until you sweat.”

He growls and wraps his hand around the front of my neck, making my back arch and my ass press into his cock. “Look up, baby.”

I do, seeing the skylight and the stars. He moves inside me, the ghost of my orgasm still there as he chases his.