Falcon (Trinity Academy 1)

Layla’s arms wrap around me, and using her nails, she drags them down to my ass.

Fuck.

It takes a lot of effort to not just slam into her until I find my release. I lift my head and locking eyes, I warn her, “If you do that again, I won’t be able to go slow.”

“Promise?” she teases, and brings her hands back up to my shoulders, and dragging them down slower and harder than before, which drives me wild with desire for her.

Bracing myself on my right arm, I drive into her with every bit of strength I have. Layla tilts her head back, her lips parting on a moan. Lowering my head, I latch onto her neck, and I suck as hard as I’m fucking her, wanting… needing to leave my mark.

This woman.

She’s the only one who has the power to make me lose total control.

Needing to feel all of her, I press my chest to her breasts and moving both my hands down the side of her body, I push them under her and grab hold of her ass. I bury my face in her neck, and my hips move faster, hitting the sweet spot within her. Creating a perfect rhythm, my body shudders from how good it feels.

Layla presses her mouth to my shoulder, muffling her moans, as her body begins to convulse under mine. The sound, along with the feel of her orgasming, makes me tighten my hold on her ass so I can move faster.

“Oh, God… Falcon,” she cries, her body arching into mine.

Breathless and high on ecstasy, I groan, “Fuck.”

I’m addicted to her. To the feel of her wetness coating my cock, her inner walls gripping me tightly.

I pound into her, and when the moans of her ecstasy fill my ears, pleasure sizzles down my spine, and my body begins to shudder as I empty myself in her. I keep moving, needing to spill every drop inside of her.

The satisfaction is so intense, spasms of pleasure keep rippling through me, making me slowly rock into her until I let out a breathless groan as my body stills.

After the pleasure fades away, I can’t bring myself to move off of her. I turn my face to hers and press kisses along her jaw while she catches her breath.

“Making love to you is like having an out of body experience,” I whisper by her ear.

“Definitely,” she agrees, sliding her hands up the length of my back. “Can we sleep like this?”LaylaJoining Kingsley in the kitchen for coffee, I try to be as casual as possible when I ask her, “Did you sleep well.”

“I was out cold,” she says. “I thought I’d have to do fifty position changes and a sacrifice to the gods to fall asleep in the strange bed, but the second my head hit the pillow, it was lights out for me.”

“Oh yeah,” Mason says as he walks into the kitchen. “What would you sacrifice?”

Kingsley’s eyes flick to him. “You really want me to answer that?”

“Coffee can wait,” Lake says as he turns around in the doorway and heads back out.

I let out a burst of laughter and call after him, “I’ll make you some and bring it to the living room.”

Mason opens one of the cabinets and a critter scattering out of it’s hiding place, scares the hell out of him.

When he screams, hitting a high note I didn’t even think was possible for him, I crack up laughing.

“Fu-uck. Fu-uck. Fu-uck. What the fuck was that?” He freaks out while recoiling away from the cabinet.

Kingsley bursts out laughing, instantly sinking to the floor as she points at Mason.

“There’s a sacrifice for you, Hunt.” Mason tries to regain his composure but when he glances at the open cabinet, I almost wet myself.

“Fucking sharing the cabin from hell with the wildlife,” he mumbles as he stalks out of the kitchen.

When Kingsley and I finally manage to stop laughing, I go back to preparing the coffee, including a cup for Falcon as well.

Arms come around me, and Falcon rests his chin on my shoulder. “Are one of those for me?”

“Yes.” I turn my face to him, a happy smile playing around my lips.

He gives me a quick kiss, then whispers, “Why don’t we stay here while the others go ski? I can think of a couple of things we can do.”

“As much as I like that idea, I don’t think they’ll let us stay behind.”

“True.” He reaches for a mug and presses a kiss to my cheek. “Thanks for the coffee.”

After coffee, I say, “We all look awake,” I glance at Lake who’s stretched out on the couch. “Well… almost all of us. Lake, are you sleeping?”

“I’m awake,” he mumbles.

“Let’s get going then.” Slapping my hands together with excitement, I mention, “I’ve never been skiing so today should be interesting.”