F A L L O N
"I love the taste of you in the morning, keep me warm and nothin' else, nothin' more important. Makes me wanna believe in love."
. . .
After a whole day of watching movies and lounging around, I'm standing in the kitchen and decide to do the dishes since I got nothing else to do.
Nicholas is freshening himself up, and as soon as he left, my phone started ringing. The caller ID says, Dylan.
My fingers hesitate over the screen, and I debate if I should pick up or not. After a few more seconds, I swipe to the right and take the call.
"Hey, babe."
I cringe when I hear his voice through the speaker. It's been before the summer break since I last talked to him.
He probably wants to be more in contact now that we're going back to college.
"Hi, Dylan," I manage to bring out. "It's been a while."
"Yeah, it has been. I was wondering how you were doing."
I got to know Dylan through mutual friends. He's always been laid-back and chill. We started to make out casually last year and spent some time together whenever one of us was feeling bored or lonely.
Or horny.
But we were never exclusive, and I never had sex with him.
"I'm doing really good," I say and smile at the thought of Nicholas. "You?"
"I'm alright," he says and I can picture him smirking and raking a hand through his hair. "I've been bored, though..." he trails off. "And I've missed you."
Those words don't have the same effect as when Nicholas said them to me. All I do is cringe and shake my head.
I turn around with my phone in my hand, ready to tell him off.
But I freeze on the spot when I see Nicholas standing at the kitchen island. He's leaning both his hands on the counter and is watching me with narrowed eyes.
"I was wondering if we could meet up," Dylan continues, oblivious to the man listening in on us and maybe even planning the poor guy's death.
Nicholas slants his head to the side, raising a brow.
He's looking down at me with the most authoritative and dominant look in his eyes. Possessiveness takes its place there, too.
"I can't," I tell Dylan and lick my lips, not able to look away from Nicholas' gaze. I inhale sharply when Nicholas moves, walking around the counter and making his way towards me.
"Why not? We used to have fun all the time."
A muscle moves in Nicholas' jaw as he nears me and softly touches my chin with his fingers, tilting my face up.
He then takes my phone from my hands and disconnects the call.
"You're mine," he whispers.
I part my lips to sputter something back, but he puts a finger on my lips. "Who was that fucker?" he demands.
He swipes his thumb across my lower lip, tugging on it before letting it go so I can speak.
"A friend from college."
"He sounded like a lot more than a friend."
I glare at him. "We used to... make out," I shrug and feel my cheeks catching fire. "But today is the first time I've spoken to him in months."
"I was so close to taking your phone and letting him know who you really belong to," he grits out and clenches his jaw again.
"Please," I scoff and shake my head, "I was about to cut the conversation short, anyway. No need to go all caveman on me."
"He should know you're not for the taking," he says and cups my cheek. "Because I won't be responsible for what I'd do if he keeps on calling you 'babe'."
"You heard that?" I ask.
"Yes, angel. And it made my fucking blood boil."
With a soft smile, I lean up and press a kiss on his cheek. "I'll let him know that I have a possessive caveman at home who I need to tame," I chuckle and bite my lip when he presses his hand on my lower back to push me closer towards him.
"You better," he smirks and ghosts his lips over mine.
"Come on, let's go to bed. I'm tired."
He nods and wraps his fingers around the back of my thighs, lifting me up so I'm clinging on to him.
He carries me upstairs and into my bedroom, where he throws me on the bed with a smile. He let his driver deliver Nicholas some clothes earlier today. I asked him how long he planned on staying.
He replied, "For as long as I fucking want."
We get in bed and immediately, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. I hide my face in the crook of his neck and shiver in the warmth his body is offering.
I love you.
With that thought in my head, I fall asleep with a serene smile on my face.
A soft moan rips me away from the dream.
Blinking my eyes open a few times, I turn my head and see the sun rising, coating the sky into a soft and relaxing orange color.
Nicholas' head is lying on my collarbone, his weight nearly crushing me. He's hugging me to himself as if I'm a stuffed animal.
The stickiness between my legs is the proof of my dream. In which Nicholas was ruthlessly fucking me and wrenching orgasm after orgasm out of me.
The fact that his hard cock is pressed up against me right now, isn't helping either. The throb between my legs worsens and my nipples become hard in an instant, puckering through the shirt I'm wearing.
His shirt.
Fuck taking things slow.
My throat is dry and my body thrums with desire.
Goosebumps erupt on my skin when I suddenly feel a pair of eyelashes kiss the skin of my collarbones.
And then soft lips are pressed on my skin.
"Good morning," he hums and starts roaming his hands up and down my body, going over my curves and gently caressing me.
He means it in a sweet and gentle way, but his touch is only turning me on more and worsening the ache between my legs.
"Good morning," I breathe and shift underneath him. I raise my hand to rake it through his soft and dark hair.
Seeming to hear the desire in my voice, Nicholas lifts his head and his sleepy, hazel eyes meet mine.
He then trails those brown eyes over my body and licks his lips.
"You look so fucking good in my clothes, angel," he rasps out and leans back down, pressing a kiss on the column of my throat.
"How did you sleep?" he asks in a murmur, pressing kisses on the valley between my breasts. The only thing separating his lips from my skin is his shirt, and I'm desperate to take it off and expose myself to him.
"Wonderfully," I croak out and a shiver rips through my body when he skims his lips over my nipple, before pressing other kisses on the swell of my breasts.
But, Nicholas makes no advances to take off my shirt and touch me. He's simply worshipping my body with his lips and hands.
"And you?" I ask, watching him through hooded eyes.
"Perfect," he answers, and his lips stretch into a lazy smile.
Needing him to do something, I shift underneath him so his hard cock is rubbing against the side of my legs.
"Fallon," he warns and leans up, supporting himself on his arms that are on either side of me.
"Shh," I whisper and lean up, kissing him before leaning back and taking off the shirt that I'm wearing.
I rid myself of my panties too underneath him, and then I'm naked, spreading my legs and welcoming him between them.
"I need you to fuck me," I whine against his lips, feeling needy and aching all over. At a certain point, it's even starting to hurt down there.
"Don't you want to take things slow?" he asks and slants his head to the side, letting his eyes trail over my body.
"I'm good, right now," I bring out and let out a gasp in contentment when he lowers himself and presses his body against mine.
"Very well, then," he smirks.
He doesn't waste a lot of time, kissing my naked skin and flicking his tongue out every now and then.
"I'm tired of always fucking my fist and having to think about you," he whispers against my skin.
I writhe in his hold when he arrives at my nipples and sucks one of them into his mouth, running his tongue over the hardened nub and then lightly biting down on it.
"Nicholas," I whimper and throw my head back, clawing at the sheets when his other hand starts massaging my other breast.
"Hmm?" he asks and runs his tongue over his other nipple. "I need you," I mewl, "so bad."
"I need you just as much, angel," he breathes and rolls his hips. My legs shift around him when his cock grinds against my wet pussy.
He rests his weight on his hand that's beside my head, looking down at me. And then he positions his cock at my entrance, slowly entering the pierced tip.
Tears of pent-up frustration and the need for a release, spring to my eyes when he thrusts the tip of his cock in and out of my entrance, driving me to the edge every time.
My eyes stare up at Nicholas, who has a sadistic glint in his eyes and a smirk playing around his lips as he grinds his tip against my pussy.
"I need all of you," I grit out through clenched teeth and buck my hips, only to gasp when he complies and enters all the way, letting my walls throb around his length before retreating and pushing all the way in again.
A breathless moan leaves me and I arch my back, pressing my chest against his. My hands leave the sheets and land on his back instead.
I hold tightly on to him when he drives his hips into my thighs over and over again. He buries his head into my neck, putting his lips near my ear and letting me hear the deep moans leaving him.
"Fallon," he brings out a hoarse moan and continues his pace. "You're taking me like a good girl."
All I can do is respond with moans and helpless whimpers, asking and begging him for more.
He isn't harshly fucking me like he always does. He's taking his time, keeping up the pace but also pressing kisses underneath my ear and letting his other hand caress my cheeks, neck, and breasts.
Passionately. In a tempting and tantalizing way.
"I fucking missed coming into your tight pussy, baby," he hums and goes faster, his thrusts are a tad bit harsher but I'm taking all of it and loving it.
"I-I missed it t-too," I stammer, not being able to talk through all the thrusts.
His hand trails down to my ass, grabbing it and squeezing it harshly, giving it a quick slap before digging his fingers into my flesh again.
I raise both of my legs, bringing my knees up and making him go deeper than before. "Jesus, Fallon," he groans and quickens his pace, his balls slapping my ass.
My lips part on loud moans and I dig my nails into his back, leaving scratches and marks.
I buck my hips, moving them in sync with his and sucking his cock inside of me every time he thrust back in.
At one point, Nicholas flips me over, so I'm lying on the mattress on my stomach. He covers my back with his chest and drives into me from behind.
He hides his face in my neck again and starts planting kisses there, sometimes sinking his teeth into my skin before soothing the pain with his tongue.
My cheek is pressed against the mattress, while my hands are grasping something to hold on to.
I clench the pillows between my fingers and muffle my moans with them, too.
Nicholas is holding on tightly to my hips, and I feel his fingers leaving their mark there. But I don't mind. I love it.
He rolls his hips into a certain angle, and his pierced crown of his cock rubs into that spot again. "Right there," I whimper and close my eyes.
A shudder goes through me when he rubs that spot over and over again. All the muscles of my body tense up when the orgasm hits me out of nowhere.
My eyes roll into the back of their sockets as I scream out Nicholas' name, coming all over his cock.
I fall back down on the mattress in bliss, reeling from my orgasm when Nicholas' grip tightens on me and he comes inside of me.
I feel myself getting turned on all over again at the knowledge that he's blowing ropes of his cum inside of me. He's riding out his high, the movements of his hips becoming sloppy until he pulls out of me.
He goes to lay beside me and gathers my body in his arms, pulling me closer to him so I'm resting my head on his chest.
"That was amazing," he whispers and tilts my head up to press a kiss on my cheek. "It was," I agree, satisfied.
Turning my head, I kiss him and melt into him again. I'm so pliable in his hands, he could do anything he wishes with me.
One of his hands snake down to my ass and he grabs it, kneading the skin and massaging it.
"You're going to let me take that ass one day, so every part of you belongs to me," he hums against my lips, licking the seam of them and stirring new sensations between my legs again.
What he says makes me lean back. "Not a chance in hell."
He releases a dark chuckle and wipes a strand of hair away from my face.
"We'll see about that, angel. You'll change your mind."
. . .
I won't write an anal scene between them. I like hinting at it and giving suggestions, but I will NOT (for the life of me) write a scene in which Nicholas puts it in her ass.
No thank you.
Anyway school is giving me lots of anxiety and starting from next week I probably won't be updating as often.
I'm in quarantine right now so I had to stay at home for a week (I'm good, I promise) but starting from Monday I'll be going back to school.
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and thank you for reading.
I love you.