The Fall Up (The Fall Up #1)(40)

“Yes.”

“Levee, no.” He shoved his hands under my arms and lay down, dragging me with him.

“Stop!” I laughed as I fought against him, but somehow, he’d managed to wedge me between the back of the couch and his body.

Pinning both my hands above my head with only one of his own, he rolled on top of me. “I’ll stop when I’m done eating your *.” He slid a hand between my legs and used the seam of my jeans to rub glorious circles. “But, when I’m done, I promise I’ll give you my cock anywhere you want. Mouth.” He popped the button on my jeans open with one hand. “*.” Releasing my hands, he tugged my pants over my hips as I kicked my shoes off. Pausing, he arched an eyebrow. “Ass.”

I scowled, which caused him to chuckle as he pulled my panties off as well.

“Okay. Okay. So maybe no ass.”

“Good call,” I said, sitting up to remove my shirt. It was still in my hand when his mouth crushed over mine and his hand dove between my legs. “Sam,” I gasped as two fingers suddenly filled me.

“Sit up,” he ordered, kneeling on the couch while continuing to piston his fingers in and out.

I wasn’t going to argue. I was, however, going to take it further.

While Sam used one skilled hand to unsnap my bra, I flipped the button on his jeans and snuck my hand inside.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

A moan escaped my own throat as I closed my hand around his length.

Sam’s dick was incredible—the perfect combination of long and thick women dreamed about. However, it was the memories of the barbell that graced the head that had caused me to kill more than one set of batteries over the last week. I’d never been with anyone who’d been pierced before, but after having felt the metal glide over what I assumed was the elusive G-spot, I knew it was about to become a requirement for all future boyfriends.

Or maybe, somehow, someway, I’d be lucky and get to keep Sam.

Leaning down, he took my mouth in another hasty kiss. I matched the rhythm of his hand until he suddenly stepped out of my reach. He removed his fingers and peeled his shirt over his head. I would have complained about the loss, but his fingers quickly returned, and within seconds, his mouth followed, sealing over my clit.

“Oh God.” I arched off the couch as Sam attempted to settle between my knees. His tall body wouldn’t fit on the couch, so he hooked my legs over his shoulders and turned us so he could kneel on the ground in front of me.

My fingers tangled in his hair as he trailed a hand up to my breast, deliciously rolling my nipple while his mouth worked me from all angles. It wasn’t enough though. He was devouring me, and I could have easily come within minutes, but I wanted more. We were wrong on so many levels, but the way he made me forget about the free fall while he was inside me made it absolutely right.

At least, for me.

After the night we’d had, I didn’t want to come against his mouth. I wanted his weight on top of me, grounding me while reminding me of what we now had. And, better than that, what we could possibly have in the future.

Giving his hair a rough tug, I said, “I want you inside me.”

His tongue continued to flick against my swollen clit, but his eyes lifted to mine.

“You’re driving me mad, but I need you inside me. I need to know I’m driving you mad too.”

“No,” he murmured. Then his tongue darted out.

“Sam, please,” I cried, pulling on his hair.

His hand left my breast and disappeared out of my view. His shoulder moved against my leg as he stroked his dick while he watched his fingers moving inside me. “Rest assured that you’re driving me in-f*cking-sane. But I get one night with you. Then all I’ll have for the next month are those memories. Stop fighting it, and give me one of this sweet cunt coming on my mouth.”

Jesus.

Like I was going to say no to that.

Who was I to deny the man a memory?

I was going to need the memories too.

“Okay. Umm…I guess you should stop talking and get back to work, then.”

A devilish grin grew on his lips.

Then he did just that. Sam licked and teased with a fierce determination. His tongue swirled and his fingertips circled, working me harder and pushing me higher than ever before. I still wanted to feel him inside me, but once I let myself go, I was no longer willing to lose his mouth.

As my muscled tensed, attempting to fight the impending climax, Sam’s hands disappeared. His tongue stayed the course, and even with as lost as I was, I became vaguely aware of his shoulders shifting and the familiar crinkle of a condom wrapper. I lifted my hips, silently asking for more, and Sam more than answered. Two fingers thrust inside me, curling as he sucked hard on my clit. I couldn’t even fight.

I sat up straight and ground against his face as the orgasm tore through me.

I was still pulsing and riding the high when Sam was suddenly gone.

Less than a second later, he was everywhere.

His body covered mine, forcing me down to the couch just as he slammed to the hilt inside me. He cursed loudly, but all coherent thoughts had escaped me. A new orgasm sparked within even before the first had left. My legs shook as he wrapped them around his hips. His hand snaked into my hair, and he roughly drove into me, each thrust deeper than the last.

Sam’s golden eyes filled with feral possession as they rose to meet mine.