If You Fall (Brimstone 1)

He bent down and kissed me hard and then reached inside the bedside table drawer for a condom, which he removed from the foil wrapper and then unrolled over his very hard and very thick erection. When he was done, he placed my feet on his shoulders and stroked the head of his cock against my clit, sliding it down to the entrance to my body and back again, several times. I groaned, thrusting my hips up to meet his every stroke. Finally, when I was almost blind with desire, he guided his cock inside of my body. When the tip slid inside, it felt so good I shuddered and I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to come again once he began thrusting.

“Fuck me,” I said softly.

He slid his entire length in me and he was so nice and thick and hard, I gasped.

“Oh, that feels so damn good,” he said, his eyes closing. He remained still like that, his cock filling me up completely, and we both panted for a moment.

He bent down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and that made me squeeze around him, clenching around his cock.

He rose up, his hands pulling my hips against him with each thrust. He watched himself fucking me, his eyes moving up over my naked body to my face and then back down to where our bodies joined.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered. Then he stroked his thumb over my clit slowly, deliberately, timing it with each thrust. My orgasm built, and I knew it would only take a few more thrusts like that to make me come.

I met his thrusts and soon my orgasm crashed through my body, from my core out, up my chest and down my legs it was so intense. It seemed to go on and on as Beckett thrust, keeping his thumb on my clit while I shuddered.

Then he finished, thrusting fast and deep, his face red from exertion and his expression strained.

“Oh, God,” he said when his orgasm started. He grunted with each ejaculation, then fell on top of me, breathing hard. “Oh, God, that was so good,” he said, his voice husky. “You are so fucking good…”

I smiled, my eyes closed. “Only good?” I said in a teasing voice.

“You are fucking great,” he said and when I opened my eyes to see his response, he smiled back. He bent down and kissed my throat, then my nipple, tugging at it gently with his teeth. “I want to fuck you again right away.”

I laughed and when he bent down to the other nipple, I ran my hands through his hair.

“You gotta give a girl a rest now and then.”

“No rest for the wicked,” he replied, his breath warm on my nipple. He sucked it once more and my body clenched in response.

I glanced at the clock radio on the bedside table. It was nearly one o’clock. I had to get home.

“I have to get home soon,” I said, feeling sad I couldn’t stay all night. “I have to work and… I don’t know if I want to stay out the entire night. I live with Dan’s parents…”

He leaned back up and kissed me. “Damn,” he said and pouted. “I wanted to do that again and again. I could get addicted to watching you come while I fuck you and eat you.”

That made my body clench in renewed desire. “I’d like that, but maybe some other night. Before you leave?”

“Count on it. We’ll start earlier so we have more time. When are you off tomorrow?”

“All evening,” I said.

He kissed me again and then slid out, removing the condom from his still semi-hard cock. He was deliciously thick and big and I knew I could have many orgasms with him if I let myself.

“Good,” he said after dropping the condom in the trashcan beside the bed. “I’ll pick you up from work, and then I’ll eat you until you come, and then I’ll fuck you until you come, and then we’ll eat supper and then we’ll do it again. How does that sound?”

I smiled. “You have it all planned out?”

“Eating you and fucking you so I can watch you come again and again?” he said with a huge grin. “Absolutely. Yes. Count on it. Promise.”

I smiled when he pulled me up from the bed and kissed me again.

“I’ll hold you to that promise.”

“I am a man of my word.” He winked at me and helped me get dressed, taking care to fasten my bra and help me with my thong, then pulling the dress over my head. He stroked my hair to smooth it and then kissed me once more.

“There you go, beautiful lady,” he said softly. “I wish you could stay for round two, but we’ll do it tomorrow.”

I helped him with his shirt, and when I did, I saw a small tattoo in the middle of his strong back. I ran my fingers lightly over it, tracing the design. A stylized dragon’s head in a circle. It was the same symbol on his ID for Brimstone.