Fall for You: Boys of Alabama

“Ah, ah,” I say, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his fingers “It’s my turn to touch you.” I close the distance between us, reaching for the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing the top two and pressing a kiss to his exposed chest. I run my tongue over the same area while working the rest of the buttons. Sliding his shirt off his shoulders I drop to my knees in front of him reaching for the button on his slacks. Popping it open, I run my hand just under the top of his waistband and around to his ass, digging my nails into him before I shove his pants down.

“Lex, you don’t have to do this,” Ford says, his voice shaking.

He's wearing a pair of black CK boxer briefs and I can see the outline of his thick cock pressing against it. Tugging the waistband of his briefs down, his cock bobs free. Thick and long, a vein running down it that I just want to lick, a drop of pre cum already glistening on its tip. I shove his shorts down with his trousers and give him one long lick from root to tip pausing to lean back on my heels and glance up at him. The way he's looking at me, with hooded eyes and want, makes me feel like a fucking goddess.

“I know I don’t have to. But I want to,” I whisper, fully taking him in my mouth and moving my hands to his ass, digging my nails in.

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking amazing.” He groans out as he leans both arms against the door and thrusts into my mouth. Licking and sucking, I take him as far back into my throat as I can, working him into a frenzy. I repeat the process, scraping my nails down his thighs before taking his length in my hand and squeezing and sucking at the same time. I’m pretty sure he's close to coming when suddenly he's pulling himself out my mouth and hauling me up by my armpits. I let out a squeak as he lifts me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

“But I wasn’t done,” I pout as I wrap my arms around his neck and press my chest against his, loving the way his coarse chest hairs feel against my nipples. I can feel my arousal against his stomach and while I should be embarrassed about how hot and bothered that blowjob made me, I'm not. I want Ford and I won't make any qualms about it.

“Believe me baby, we will revisit oral in the near future, both giving and receiving, but the first time I come in you is sure as fuck not going to be in your mouth.” He takes the stairs quickly, carrying me like I weigh nothing, as I lick and suck on his earlobe, running my teeth across the shell of his ear. Before I know it he’s tossing me onto his bed. I prop myself up on my elbows just in time to see him kick his shoes off and pull his slacks and briefs off the rest of the way. My breath hitches. Crawford James is a fucking god among men, there was no doubt in my mind. He's all hard lines and sharp angles. His eight pack on display and his cock jutting proudly out in front of him.

And that V, my god that V leading down to his happy place is almost enough to make me orgasm on the spot. I bite my lip, taking in my fill of looking at him, finally making eye contact with him. He has a smug look on his face.

“Like what you see?” He smirks before prowling towards me. Covering me with his body, he starts peppering kisses everywhere. And I mean everywhere. He works his way from the tip of my nose all the way down to my ankle and by the time he is done I am a squirming mess of desire, begging him to fuck me.

“Not yet,” he says, laying down on his back and dragging me to my knees. “You already got to taste me and turnabout is fair play. Come sit on my face.” Fuck, he doesn't have to ask me twice. I crawl up his body, bracing my hands on the headboard and lowering my pussy to his mouth. He reaches out, taking the globes of my ass in his hand and yanking me down, so I'm literally sitting on his face. He spreads my pussy open wider with his thumbs, only to run his tongue over my clit and pulse. My core clenches. His tongue is relentless and punishing, lashing me aggressively. I start rocking my center back and forth, desperately trying to gain fricti

on. He thrusts a finger inside of me while sucking on my clit and running the flat of his tongue along my wet folds. I can feel my orgasm building.

One finger turns into two and Ford nips at my clit with his teeth and then flicks the bundle of nerves with his tongue and I shoot off like a firework - legs shaking, screaming out about how fucking amazing he is, and mumbling a string of incoherent words. I come down from my orgasm and he drags me back down his body, flipping positions so he's on top of me.

Leaning over to his nightstand he pulls out a condom and makes quick work of rolling it on. He palms both of my tits with his hands and lines himself up with my center. Reaching up, I pull him down for a kiss, slipping my tongue in between his lips as he pushes inside of me, earning him a throaty moan from me. He starts thrusting in and out of me lazily, like we have all the time in the world. And in reality, we did, but I was starting to realize that all the time in the world with Crawford James would never be enough.

Wrapping my legs around his back, I begin meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” he groans out, shoving his face into my neck and stroking in and out me slowly.

“God, Ford.” I moan. I run my nails up and down his back, trailing my hands down to his ass and digging my fingers into his skin.

He pulls out and flips me over so I’m on my knees and he’s behind me. Slapping my ass, he grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs my head back so my body is arched as he slides back into me.

“God, you’re fucking incredible,: he growls, working his hips faster, in and out, in and out. My scalp tingles from the way he’s yanking my hair and the sensation of him sliding in and out of me is pushing me over the edge. I arch farther, pressing my ass against him and taking as much of his cock as I can, whimpering. He lets go of my hair and snakes his arm around my waist, finding my clit and working it hard.

“Ford, I can’t… I.. I’m coming,” I moan out, pressing my face into the pillow, and he continues pistoning in and out of me until bringing himself to his own orgasm before collapsing on top of me. He rolls off to the side so he doesn't crush me.

“Lex, that was incredible,” he says, still breathing heavily. I hum in agreement, my body boneless and content. Kissing my temple and brushing my hair off my face, he grins at me. “Let me take care of this real quick,” he moves off the bed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, then he makes his way back to the bed and climbs under the covers with me. He tucks me into his side, resting his chin on my head.

“I should get home…” I trail off, stroking his chest with my fingers. He snatches my hand up, kissing my palm.

“Stay.” he utters, and I do.

Ford

My phone rings on the bedside table and it stirs me from sleep. I glance at the clock. 3 o'clock in the morning. Who the fuck is calling me at 3 am? I answer without checking the caller Id.

“This better be good,” I mumble, pulling myself up into a sitting position.

“Ford. Officer Greene here,” the police department? What the fuck.

“Ty, hey brother, what’s up? Everything okay?” I ask, slinging my legs over the side of the bed and standing up. I run my fingers through my tousled hair and glance back at Lex who is still sound asleep.

“Well, not really,” he starts, “I pulled a car over earlier for not maintaining their lane. It had 6 of your starting line-ups in it and they’re all drunk.” Mother fucker. I’m already pulling a shirt over my head and making my way down the stairs two at a time.

“You have got to be shitting me?” I say, snagging my keys off the kitchen counter and slipping my feet into my sneakers.

“Wish I was man. They’re all 18, so I could call their parents. But I wanted to start with you.”