Page 58 of The Upside of Falling
“Rory, you don’t have to—”
Her other hand finds my balls, where she takes them in her palm and gently rolls them with her fingers.
Fucking magic.
Catching my breath, I sit up on my elbows and watch as those perfect red lips slide up and down my cock—every fantasy of her mouth coming true. While she’s intent on what she’s doing, I keep my gaze trained on her, each stroke up and down my cock weakening me, melting me, until I feel like I’m simply a useless body going along for the ride.
Rolling my balls, she then presses her finger to a spot just below them, rubbing and caressing. My eyes shoot open and my dick goes straight into her mouth. My balls tighten so goddamn fast I can feel my orgasm about to rip through me.
“Fu . . . fuck, Rory. What the—” She repeats the caress, tearing the words from my lips as her tongue runs up the length of the underside of my cock, stopping just at the tip to my F-spot. Pausing for a second, she lightly kisses it before flicking her tongue over the sensitive area, her hand gripping my cock, the other rolling my balls and pressing a finger right below them.
“Rory, baby, I’m going to come. I can’t, fuck, I can’t . . . goddamn it,” I moan, my hands gripping the sheets below me as her tongue brings me to orgasm. Her hand tightens around the base, her tongue relentlessly licks the tip, spurt after spurt coming out of me. My vision blacks out, my body rolls with my orgasm as it rips through me, paralyzing every single limb.
I let out a long, heavy breath as Rory walks to the bathroom. I hear the distant sound of the water running and then I feel a warm towel press against my skin, wiping me clean. When she’s done, she comes back to the bed, presses her half-naked body against mine. Her head finds its spot in the crook of my shoulder, her hand moves to my chest, her fingers light, dancing across my skin. Reaching up, she places a gentle kiss against my jaw and whispers, “Happy birthday, handsome.”
It’s the last thing I remember before I fall asleep, sucked into eternal bliss, more content than I’ve felt in a long time. It’s been so long since I’ve known goodness on this day, but this girl—mygirl—has brought something never experienced, especially on my birthday.Peace.
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“Mmm, are you awake?” I ask. Rory’s ass is pressed against my crotch, the lace rubbing against my length. I don’t know when we switched positions, but cuddling her has never felt so damn right, like she was meant to be in my arms.
“I am,” she answers sleepily, turning in my arms so she’s facing me, her eyes lazy, but alert. “How are you doing?”
I can’t contain the smile that spreads across my face. “Fucking awesome.”
She chuckles and lightly splays her fingers over my bare chest. “You passed out pretty quickly.”
“You sucked all the energy from my body.” Wincing from my choice of words. “I’ve never experienced it like that before. You made me black out.”
She wiggles her eyebrows at me. “Then I accomplished my goal.” Bringing her lips to mine, she lightly kisses me, her mouth so soft. “Last night you gave me such an amazing orgasm with only your voice, and I wanted to return the favor.”
I place my hand on her hip, toying with the fabric of her G-string, twisting it with my fingers. “Last night was really fucking sexy.”
“Do you know what was sexy?” Her eyelashes flutter. “The way you spoke to me, so commanding. It was like it triggered something inside me I’ve never experienced before, like I needed the control taken away from me. I came really hard.”
Shit, talk about a way to get my dick hard in two seconds.
Taking a moment, she pauses her fingers over my collarbone and asks, “Did you masturbate when you hung up?”
There is no hiding it. I nod. “In the shower; the image of you coming on repeat in my head.” I run my fingers up her side. “The way your body arched off the bed, the way your mouth parted open in disbelief, the way your hand was buried so damn deep beneath your thong. Fuck, Rory, I’m getting hard now just thinking about it.”
She starts to move her hand south until she reaches the divots in my stomach, playing with my lower abs, just above where my dick is yearning for her touch again. Wanting to tease her just as much, I slip down the strap of her bra so it hangs loosely over her arm and trace light circles above the swell of her breast.
“How hard?” She rubs her legs together and I wonder if she’s wet. If she’s just as turned on as I am from her touch.
“Find out for yourself,” I say, my voice dropping low.
Her skin breaks out in goose bumps, her eyes flutter, and her body moves closer to mine as her hand travels those last few inches to the tip of my cock, the pads passing over the crown.
“God, Colby.” She moves her hand farther down, gripping the base. I suck in a sharp breath and let her stroke me for a few passes, before I stop her and spin her to face away from me.
She goes to protest, when with one hand, I snap her bra open and bring my hand to the front of her where I pull on the center, taking it off completely. I bring her close to my body by her stomach, her ass matched up against my erection, the sway of her breasts grazing my hand.
Moving her hair to the side with my nose, I work my lips up and down the side of her neck.
“Ohhh . . .” she moans, giving me more access, tilting her head to the side, her ass grinding along my cock.
Not wanting anything between us, I move my hand from her ribs to her G-string where I start working it down her legs. She helps me and then backs her ass into my crotch once again.
