Fall With Me (Playing For Keeps Book 4)

Lennon does exactly what I expect her to.

Slowly drags her teeth across that plump lower lip. Bats those dark lashes. And ignores my demand. Fucking infuriating, and I eat it up.

“You suddenly lose your hearing? Or just too distracted by my beauty to pay attention to the words leaving my mouth?”

She grins, stands, and in slow fucking motion, shimmies her panties over her hips, letting them drop at her feet. Then she sits that round ass on the edge of the bed, props her feet up, spreads her legs, and I die inside.

The moonlight slides through the windows, glistening against her soaked pussy, and I nearly fall to my knees. Christ, I wanna fucking taste her. Bury my face between her thighs and never come up for air. I’ve never been a jealous man, but a scorching fire blazes through me at the thought of another man being in my position, having her spread out before me like a feast.

I step toward her, and she presses pretty pink-painted toes against my abdomen.

“Ah-ah, Jaxon. You want this pussy, you need to ask nicely.” Dark eyes hook on the bulge in my boxer briefs. “In fact, I’m not opposed to begging.”

“I don’t beg, Lennon.”

“Mmm. Shame.” She slips off the bed, moving by me and into the bathroom, emerging a moment later with a giant . . . something. “Feel free to see yourself out,” she murmurs.

I grip her wrist, stopping her when she tries to stroll by me.

There she goes, batting those lashes again like she’s some kind of angel. “Something you need, Jaxon?”

Uh, yeah. “What in the fuck is this?”

Eyes as smooth and smoky as whiskey flick to the . . . fuck, I don’t even know what to call this . . . thing in her hand. “It’s a dildo, Jaxon. They’re modeled off cocks. You know, that thing tenting your pants right now?”

“I dunno what kinda cocks you been fuckin’, but mine doesn’t have all these bumps and …” I flick one of the protruding … “Ridges?”

“I should hope not. It’d be alarming if you had a dragon cock.”

“Drag—the fuck? What’re you doing with a dragon cock?”

“You can put it anywhere if you’re creative, but this one’s made itself a nice home in my vagina for the last week.”

Any blood left in my body rushes to my cock, throbbing with the need to show her how much better I can fuck her.

“You’re not using that,” I manage, super croaky as she presses every inch of herself against me, slinging one arm around my neck, dildo flopping against my shoulder, her hand sliding down my torso, cupping me.

Warm lips touch my jaw, working their way up to my ear. “You’re worried you won’t stack up; I get it. You probably won’t. But hey, there’s no shame in trying, right?”

I’m not sure how it happens, but next thing I know, that dildo is soaring through the air and I’ve got her pinned against the wall.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who’s here alone on her honeymoon. You wanna rile me up so you can fuck out all that anger you’re holding on to?” I shove her thighs apart and dip my hand, running two fingers up her soaked slit, right up to her clit. When she gasps and grinds against me, I smile, plunging my fingers inside her. “Or you wanna sit back and let me fuck you the way a bride deserves to be fucked?”

Her fingernails bite into my shoulders as she rides my hand like a good, needy girl. “How do I deserve to be fucked?”

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I toss her to the bed and crawl on top of her, gripping her hips. “If you were my bride, my fingertips would be imprinted in your waist, because I’d never be able to let you go.” My mouth finds hers, forcing it open while I circle her clit, pulling moans from her lips. “If you were my bride, your lips would be swollen because I’d never stop kissing you.”

Climbing to my feet, I drop my pants, smiling when her eyes widen as my cock springs free. I fist it, working my hand over the throbbing, rock-hard length while I push my fingers inside her, press my thumb to her clit. Her back bows, my name tumbling off her tongue when she cries out. When she tries to pull my hand away, I give that beautiful brown pussy a swift slap.

“Holy fuck.” She weeps from behind the hand she clamps over her mouth, hips arching like she wants more.

So I give her another, then yank her hand off her mouth. Those noises are mine. I want them all.

“If you were my bride,” I rasp, pulling her to the edge of the bed, sinking to my knees between her legs, “your pussy would be so sore you’d wonder if you’d ever walk again.”

Hooded eyes lock on me as my mouth presses against the inside of her knee, slowly working itself up her thigh. I stop when I get where I want to be more than anything, breathing in the damp scent of her.

“If you were my bride, you’d be addicted to the taste of me and you, because after I finished fucking you, I’d clean up the mess between your legs before burying my tongue in your mouth.”

Her fingers plow through my hair. “Jaxon.”

I kiss the spot where her thigh meets her pussy, dragging my tongue around her, everywhere but the place she wants me most. Hooking my arms around her thighs, I jerk her as close to my face as I can get her. Her eyes don’t leave mine, and the only thing I can hear in this room is her staggered, desperate breathing as I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit, the smallest tease.

“If you were my bride, I’d fuck you like you were my lifeline. I’d eat your pussy like it was my last meal, and I’d drive myself inside you over and over again, like you were the only place I’d find my salvation.”

Pressing my tongue flat against her, I lick her slowly from bottom to top, and every inch of her trembles as she curls over me. Gripping her jaw, I force her gaze back to mine.

“If you were my bride, Lennon, I’d have spent the week worshiping you. We’ve missed a few days, but that’s okay. I’m gonna worship you now, and I’ll do it until you can’t remember your own name. Do you want that, honey? You wanna be worshiped?”

She nods frantically, a light in her eyes that’s been missing since I first spotted her bathing in the sun three days ago, ass up and topless.

“Ask nicely. Say, ‘Please, Jaxon.’ Tell me you want me.”

Fire sparks in her gaze, and Jesus, all I wanna do is stoke it.

“You wanna tell me to go fuck myself?” I whisper against her thigh. “That you’ll escort my ass out of here before you beg?”

She moans, fisting my hair as I slowly sink a finger inside her, curling it, thumb on her clit. “Y-e-e-esss.”

“But you won’t. Will you, honey? You want this. Need it. So ask nicely, honey, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Please, Jaxon,” she breathes out, eyes tracking my hand as I pull it back, my finger as it disappears inside my mouth. “I want you.”

With a grin, I spread her wider and bury my face between her thighs like I haven’t eaten in days. I swear her soul leaves her body as she yanks at my hair and collapses against the mattress, heels digging into my back.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

Her hips lift, and she grinds herself against my face as I eat her, lap at every inch of her, tug her swollen clit between my teeth. She’s so goddamn wet, my trimmed beard is drenched, sliding effortlessly against her. I don’t pull my face from her pussy until I need to breathe, gasping for air as I plunge three fingers inside her.

She’s tight, squeezing my fingers so snug, it’s no wonder she’s so desperate for this. I’d bet that fiancé of hers never fucked her properly. Probably didn’t know how.

Lennon sits up, chest heaving. Wide eyes go to my beard, and she reaches forward, touching the soaked hair. She pulls her hand back, looking at her glistening fingers like she’s embarrassed. Silly. I’ve never had a better beard conditioner than her, so I force those fingertips into her own mouth, making her taste herself.

“Fuckin’ delicious,” I rumble, flicking my tongue back over her clit.

A pair of perfect bronzed tits beg for attention, so I lean forward, pulling a taut nipple into my mouth.

“Jaxon,” she moans, arching against me. “Oh my . . . I-I-I . . . I can’t.”

“You can, honey.”

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I keep my eyes on her as I drive my fingers deeper. Her head rolls over her shoulders and her thighs squeeze my neck. She’s so damn close, hips lifting, chasing my touch, and when her walls clamp down around my fingers, I pull them out, taking her into my mouth.

She cries out my name, cries out for God, cries out for more and please please please as she comes on my tongue, legs shaking as I lick her clean.

Standing over her, I grip her jaw, tilt her face to mine, and show her what she tastes like on my tongue. She moans, fingernails raking down my arms, desperate for more.

“You like slow, Len?” I ask, my hand on her chest as I force her backward. Finding my pants, I keep my eyes on her as I pull a condom from my wallet, sheath my cock. “That what you want?”

She licks her lips, takes that plump bottom one between her teeth, worries it.

“Answer me, Lennon. You want slow?”

I push her down to the pillows, crawling toward her, her eyes bouncing between mine.

“No,” she whispers. “I’ve had slow. Fuck me like I’m the reason your date left you here.”

A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I settle myself between her legs. “Anything for my beautiful bride.” Pushing her thighs up, I bare her to me. She’s a fucking vision, brown pussy so beautiful and wet, like honey dripped over the forest in late October.

“You gonna fuck it or just keep staring at it, Jaxon?”

My gaze flicks to hers, and I grin as I drop a kiss to her lips, running the head of my cock through her slick pussy. “Don’t get mouthy, honey. I’d hate to have to shut you up on our honeymoon.”

She drags her thumb across my lower lip. “It’s cute you think your cock holds that much power.”

My head drops, a dark chuckle shaking my shoulders. Pressing my palm against the base of her throat, I tell her lowly, “I’d give you the chance to take that back, one last opportunity for soft and slow, maybe even a little sweet.” I nip her lower lip. “But I’m afraid I’m all out of those.”

I drive myself inside her without warning, and fucking fuck, I’m in goddamn heaven, right there with her as her lips part. The only sound that leaves her throat is something so hungry, so desperate, I swallow it, not wanting to share it with anyone else.

“Fuck, Lennon. Fucking . . . fuck.” I toss her legs over my shoulders, one hand on her throat, the other clutching the mattress beside her head as I bury my cock so damn deep inside her, over and over.

She’s breathless, speechless, shaking her head, fingernails tearing at my arms as I pound into her. She squeezes around me, and the filthiest smile I’ve ever smiled splits my cheeks.

“Already, honey? It’s not even been a minute.”

Her eyes roll to the ceiling. “I . . . fucking . . . hate . . . you.”

“Take it back, baby. You love this cock. You wanna come all over it.”

Her body quivers, and she chokes out her weak comeback. “It’ll do.”

I angle my hips, driving myself deeper, my pelvis slapping against her clit as I run my tongue up her neck, pressing my whispered words to her ear. “Ask me. Beg me to let you come on my cock. Make it pretty, honey. Say please.”

“Fuuuck. Jaxon. P-p . . . please.”

“Keep going.” My fingertips dig into her trembling thighs. “You’re running out of time.”

“Please, Jaxon,” she begs. “P-p-please. I want to come on your cock.”

I roll my hips hard, grinding against her clit, and she shatters around me, eyes closed, back bowed, hands fisted in the sheets as she drenches my cock. Christ, what a spectacular fucking sight.

Pulling out of her, I slap her pussy, sending another round of tremors through her before I yank her onto her hands and knees, ass in the air. I run my tongue up her delicious cunt before turning her head, plunging my tongue into her mouth and my cock back inside her.

I hold her hips as I bury myself balls deep and just stay there for a moment, basking in the euphoria of the magnificent way her pussy molds to me, like she’s been waiting for my cock to fill her up.

“Jaxon,” she whimpers, wriggling her ass. “Fuck me, please.” She sinks down to the mattress, gripping two fistfuls of sheets. “I can’t take it.”

I clap a hand to one plush ass cheek, something inside me pulling taut as I watch the tips of my fingers disappear. “You’ll take what I give you,” I growl, fingertips digging into her hips as I drag my cock out of her before slamming back inside, harder, fast, deeper.

My gaze roams her, desperate to see all of her at once. To watch the way she stretches around my cock every time I sink inside her, the curl of her fingers as they tangle in the bedding, the way her curls bounce with each thrust and fall around her shoulders, frame the deep flush of her cheeks when her head flops to one side like she can’t take it anymore.

Moonlight dances through the windows, glinting off the delicate metal wrapped around her left wrist. I run the pad of my thumb over the etched words that tell me Lennon has a tree nut and peanut allergy, and then I slide my palm over the back of her hand, linking my fingers with hers.

She looks up at me, her gaze slowly tracking mine like it’s been drenched in molasses. There’s something there, something so open and raw, and when she tells me, “Nothing’s ever felt so good,” something inside me snaps.

I pull out of her, tug her onto my lap, and yank her down on my cock, her curls tight in my fist as I hold her head taut and fuck her. Her breath kisses my lips, her tits bouncing against my chest, and my brow furrows as we watch each other. I don’t want to stop looking at her, and the feeling throws me. I want her eyes on me at all times. I want to drink her in while she bounces on my cock, while I sink inside her, make her come undone while she chants my name. I want to erase the memories of a week spent alone and replace them with memories of being so full she can’t remember what it was like before she had my cock.

I want her to think about me every time she fucks anyone else. I want her to remember how good it was, how perfectly we moved together, and I want her to wish it was me inside her instead of whatever dipshit is having the luckiest night of his life.

Her brows tug together, so slightly I barely notice the crease in her forehead, but then she closes her eyes and presses her lips to mine, devouring my mouth. She breaks away with a gasp, clinging to me as she rides me, her face in my neck.

“Look at me,” I demand, but she shakes her head. “Lennon.”

“You’re gonna fall in love with me.”

I snort a laugh, my grip on her hips tightening. “Okay.”

“It’s true. I saw it in your eyes. You’re an open book.”

“Gimme your fuckin’ eyes,” I growl, and when she does, the light is back in them. They dance with amusement, and she grins, a fucking brilliant sight, pink tongue dragging across lips I want to spend my night feasting on. “I don’t fall in love.”

“Of course not,” she barely manages as I pull her harder down on my cock. “You fuck. Love is for losers.”

I don’t know about that, but it’s definitely not for me.

“I love lots of things. Like pussy. I love pussy.”

She smiles wider. “You’ve made it quite obvious it’s your favorite meal.”

“I was talking about my cat.”

The amusement slides off her face, and she glares at me. I chuckle, and she shivers, squeezing around my cock, the sensation tingling in my balls. My palms scrape up her sides, but hers land on my chest, shoving me down to my back.

Lennon leans over me, hands braced on my chest, curls curtaining her face as she pulls herself off my cock and then slams herself back down.

“Fuuuck. That’s it, honey. Take what you want.”

“I want you to come,” she breathes out. “I want to watch you fall apart, just for me.” She sinks all the way down, hands in her hair, eyes closed as she rolls her hips slowly, making herself feel good, making me feel like a fucking god.

“Jesus, Lennon.” My balls tighten, cock throbbing at the sight of her as she moves, like no one knows her body better than she does. Like she’s perfectly happy with loving herself. She doesn’t need anyone else to do it for her. “This is how I wanna go. Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen riding my cock. Take care of my cat for me, honey.”

She giggles, lifting herself off me, sinking slowly. “You wanna come?”

“Fuck, I wanna explode.”

“Ask nicely, Jaxon. ‘Can I come, Lennon? Can I come in your beautiful, perfect pussy?’ But oh, wait.” She frowns, cocking her head as her hips roll to a stop. “You don’t beg. Right. I forgot.” Her lower lip slides between her teeth, one brow quirking. “That’s okay. You can finish yourself off when I’m done.”

Her hand drops to the cleft of her thighs, right where we’re connected, and she starts stroking her clit, moaning as she brings herself closer to her own release, squeezing around me. I grin, because fuck me, I like her; I’ll play whatever game she wants to play.

I cup her tits in my hands, brushing my thumbs over her dark nipples, tweaking them as her mouth falls open. Her fingers slow as I rock into her, one hand dropping back to my chest to steady herself. “I wanna come, Lennon. Can I come in your beautiful, perfect pussy? It’s so wet for me, so soaked, hugging my cock so good.” I knock her hands out of the way, grip her hips, hold her in place, and drill up into her. “You feel that, honey? Feel how hard I am for you?”

She nods, over and over, whimpers spilling from her throat, pussy squeezing me so tightly I know I can make her give it all up. But if she only gets one thing this week, I want it to be this.

So I bring her lips to mine and whisper the plea she wants against them. “I can’t take it, Lennon. Let me come. Please.”

“Yes,” she cries out. “Yes, you can come!”

My head drops back, and I drive myself inside her once, twice, three more times before I hold her against me. My balls tighten, and I rub her clit with my thumb, waiting for her to fall apart around me before I explode inside her, sealing her mouth to mine as we ride out our release together.

Lennon collapses, breathless and boneless, on top of me. “A-plus for effort,” she wheezes, and I bark a laugh.

I shove her off me, turn onto my side, and gather her back against my chest, my face nestling into her curls. They smell like coconut. “Your hair’s in my way.”

“Then get out of its way.”

“You’re more annoying than Breanne.”

“Brielle.”

I chuckle against her shoulder, and when my hand slides over her stomach, her body softens to fit against mine.

“Jaxon?”

“Mmm.”

“What will you call me tomorrow when you forget my name?”

I crack my lids, sifting through the dark room. It smells like sex in here, which is exactly the way every honeymoon suite should smell. “Wife.”

“You wish, fuckboy.”

I close a hand around her throat. “Shhh. Go to sleep. I’m waking you up in fifteen minutes with your dragon cock.”

And I do. I watch her come apart around it before she comes apart around me. I fuck her on every inch of her honeymoon suite all night long, fifteen minutes of rest in between each round. I don’t pass out until sometime after five, and when I wake up at eight and reach for her, she’s not there.

I sit up, squinting against the sun, and search for Lennon.

There’s no sign of her. Her hideous Crocs are gone. Her luggage is gone. She’s gone.

I flop back down to the pillows, and something crunches under my head. Finding the piece of paper, I read the scrawled note she left for me.

I hate you, but I love your cock. Thanks for letting me ride it. Bye, Jason.