One Final Chance: a friends to lovers, stand-alone novel Page 8

  I should ask about a condom, but her legs tighten around me as she rocks her hips against me. I need to have all of her. Before another thought can cross my mind, she shifts again, connecting our two bodies. Her pussy is sopping wet, so hot and tight as I fight to get as deep in her as I can.

  Once I’m balls deep, I don’t move. I can’t. My orgasm is knocking at my door. This is what I’ve been waiting so long for.

  Then Fallon begs me, “Fuck me with your big cock!”

  And with those words I begin to pump her, fearing my cum will blaze from me at any moment. But nothing is gonna stop me from making her scream my name.

  My mouth is back on hers, our tongues teasing, every stroke matched with my thrusts about makes my balls explode.

  Fallon moans the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard as her pussy is clamping and restricting around me. My thrusts are long and hard, giving her every bit of me. She takes it all.

  Her arms and legs are knotted around me, her body trembling beneath mine. The need to let go is strong. I arch my body up and look down at her beneath me. Her eyes are on mine while we fuck, and I know there is one thing that will make this perfect.

  Leaning back down, I flip us both over, giving her complete control. She giggles, my arms behind her and as she places her two hands on my chest, scooting up and in position before she beings to fuck me.

  Jesus, could she be any hotter?

  Her tits are so sexy, bouncing with every movement. She takes all of my shaft, and I let her have it. She can have anything.

  She pinches both her nipples riding me, and I grip her thighs, pulling her down on me as I rise to meet each of her thrusts with one of my own. My cum is unbelievably close. I fight letting go with everything I have, but then she throws her head back, and her body clamps around mine, tiny ripples squeezing me. Her coming has got to be the sexiest thing in the world. Her noises are loud, and they break my restraint. I hold her to me as I grind up into her. Then my cock swells painfully before my cum shoots inside her.

  She rides me wildly, both of us letting go together, giving me the most intense orgasm of my life.

  And right now, I can’t think of a more perfect moment. If I were to die today, I would not have a single regret. This woman completes me; she is my world.

  Seventeen

  Fallon

  Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I don’t think I’ve ever worn a more beautiful dress. We finally found some time to go shopping earlier today, and Parks picked out the most gorgeous long and light blue number. The color reminds me of his eyes and the color they turn when he’s inside me.

  Sex with him is unreal. The intensity that we share is wild, and his cock . . . oh my God, his fucking cock is huge and the way he works it will surely be the death of me.

  I shake my head, clearing the dirty thoughts. But that’s what he does to me, and I’m so happy for his overdue confession.

  Taking in a deep relaxing breath, I try to get used to the new reality that there is so much more between me and Parks is crazy.

  So I remind myself to let go of my past. Particularly tonight, with Parks being recognized. There will be no thoughts of Leo or losing my job or the baby growing inside me. Instead, I’ll think only about me and Parks, our newfound relationship, and the huge accomplishments he’s achieved. Plus, I want to show him how much he means to me and how extremely appreciative I am for everything he’s done.

  He is truly my rock. Without Parks, I don’t know where I’d be. Thinking about not having him churns my stomach, and I don’t like it. I don’t want to imagine life without him—ever, and now that I know the truth, I have a small amount of hope inside me that I didn’t have before.

  He comes out of the bathroom, and the second my eyes land on him in a sleek black tux, which clings to his every muscle perfectly, my mouth goes dry, and butterflies go crazy in my stomach.

  “You look gorgeous,” he tells me and comes in close, standing right in front of me.

  “You, too,” I stammer, finding myself honing in on his lips, remembering all the wicked things he can do with that mouth. Slowly he licks them and asks, “Could you help me with this?” And hands me his bowtie.

  “Sure.” I tuck it beneath the collar of his shirt and work the small strip of fabric into the knot my father taught me years ago.

  His phone buzzes, and he pulls it out to check the message. “The limo is here.”

  “Then let's go.”

  He gives me a small kiss before interlocking our fingers as we head outside. The driver is indeed waiting for us.

  “Thank you,” I tell him as he opens the rear door.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  We both get situated in the back of the car, and I’m not really sure what to do. The tension between us is thick. Just like every single second has been since our confession of love. Parks tickles my arm with his skilled fingers reminding me of sex with Parks. He is unreal, everything about being with him is perfect. My only regret is I didn’t confess to him sooner. Even if he really had a girlfriend, I should’ve been honest a long, long time ago, as he should have.

  “Are you okay with everything?” he asks me.

  I nod and tell him, “I am. Finally knowing the truth makes me very happy.”

  “I’m sorry, again.”

  “Don’t be. You have no idea how extremely happy I am.”

  “And so am I, but I’m still so sorry I lied, Fallon.”

  “Don’t be; I get it.”

  He leans in and pecks his lips against mine, all the blood rushing between my legs. My hand instinctively grips onto the back of his head, holding him closely and making the kiss last.

  “I want you,” he whispers. Those three little words turn me on, and he groans, kissing me harder.

  I’m clapping louder than the rest of the people around me—even his mom and dad—as Parks accepts his award, but I don’t care. I don’t think I could be more proud of him. His aptitude for photography is hands down unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The pictures he’s being recognized for, which are also going to be featured in next month’s issue of National Geographic, are from the peak of Mt. Rainer in Washington.

  His mom and dad both have tears in their eyes. Parks comes back over to us with a huge grin on his face, and I can’t help myself from embracing him tightly. He holds me back, and as we pull away, he drops a kiss to my lips before turning to his parents.

  I blush, not sure what to do. I didn’t really expect them to be here, all though I should’ve.

  “Are you sure you don’t want a glass of champagne?” his mom Barbara asks me.

  “Oh, yeah, I’m good. Thanks.”

  “So are you two dating?” Frank asks, and Parks gives him a crooked glance.

  “We are,” I tell them, knowing we both love each other so that really only means one thing.

  Parks slides his hand behind my lower back the same way he’s been holding on to me all night, and I don’t think I could want him more than I do in this moment.

  “How long?” Frank asks, and Barbara scolds him. “Give them some time; I’m sure it’s new.”

  He shrugs, and a photographer comes over, asking, “Can I get a picture?” We all huddle together, and Parks holds his award while we smile as flash after flash bombards us.

  “Thank you,” the man says before walking off.

  “Do your parents know?” Frank asks me.

  “No, not yet.”

  “I can’t wait to tell them we were the first to find out,” Barbara says.

  “Well, it literally just happened.”

  “And it’s about time,” Franks adds, and we all laugh not just because of his outburst but because he is a little drunk, too. “I’m going to the bar,” he grumbles, and Barbara follows after him.

  “I love your dad’s bluntness.”

  “He’s known for years that I love you.”

  “You talked like that about me?” I turn to him and wrap my arms around his waist so I can look up at him.
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br />   “Fallon, I’ve done so many things surrounding you, you’d think something was wrong with me.”

  “Like what?” I ask, inquisitively.

  He leans down and whispers into my ear, “Like the other day when you needed toothpaste, I was jerking off imagining you.”

  “You were?” My insides warm by his confession.

  “Did you do that a lot?”

  He nods, pulling me even closer so I can feel how hard his cock is against his dress pants. “Now, I’m trying to wait ’til later to be with you, but my dick has been hard all night finally being able to touch and kiss you.” I love his openness almost as much as I love the control I have over him.

  “Can I suck you, like I did this morning?” I ask quietly. His forehead creases and he shakes his head before sliding out of my hold and taking a seat at our table.

  “Please don’t.”

  “What?” I slip into my seat next to him and scoot a bit closer.

  “Don’t talk like that.”

  “Why?”

  “Because my control is paper thin.”

  Under the table, I slide my hand up his thigh and cup his shaft through his pants. I swear I can feel his sharp intake of breath in my core.

  “Are you trying to kill me?”

  I shake my head, and he looks down at me through his hooded lids and then grumbles. “Do you want to get fucked right here on this table for everyone to see?”

  I swallow, not entirely opposed to the idea. The thought of others seeing us turns me on, but then I’m reminded his parents are here, so I let go of his shaft.

  “Don’t touch me for the rest of the night,” he says, and I giggle.

  Eighteen

  Fallon

  My fingers deftly work the buttons on his shirt, and he reaches behind me for the zipper of my dress, yanking it free. The second it’s unzipped, my dress falls down my body, and I stand with only a pair of panties on. Parks gives me that look, which is loving and has grown to be my everything, and then swoops me off my feet and carries me to the bed. Gently, laying me down before aggressively yanking my panties off.

  A tiny groan leaves his throat once I am completely naked and like usual, we can’t seem to move fast enough. Our hands are all over each other’s bodies. I fumble with his pants, his scent intoxicating me. I just want to get to his cock.

  He cups my breasts in both hands as I work to get his pants undone. He kicks them off and then leans down and teases one of my nipples with his skilled tongue. I push my breast into his face and reach into his boxer briefs to grab his shaft. He grunts from the friction and sits up, pulling his briefs all the way off. My eyes are on his dick. I need it, but before I can coax him toward my mouth, he slides down, dragging his tongue along my slit, tasting me.

  My body tingles, and I whine, almost forgetting what we were doing. Then, as he spreads me open with his fingertips and kneels beside me, I clench his shaft as he flicks his tongue over my clit. Fuck, I want his dick in my mouth. Pulling him toward me, he scoots on top of me. We are now in the sixty-nine position as he tenses the second that my warm mouth forms around the tip.

  “Oh fuck,” he grumbles against the skin of my thigh, and I bob aggressively. His cock is straining, bent back a little, but Jesus he tastes so good in my mouth. He spreads my pussy open again, and this time he sinks a finger inside me. I hum in approval, rocking my hips, urging him. Then he adds a second finger, and I have to stop sucking him. I’m pinned beneath him, helpless as he fingers me, my orgasm could happen at any moment. So, I keep stroking his shaft, but it must be too much for him because he suddenly stops.

  He sits up, studying my body. I try to calm my breathing, but that familiar orgasm feeling is so close that it’s almost impossible. I let out a moan as he settles in the cradle of my thighs and rocks into me without giving me what I want. His big shaft slides through my folds as he prepares to enter my wet pussy. Fuck he is hard, and the intensity of his teasing forces my body to arch upward as I relish in every inch of him that slips inside of me.

  “Is this for real?” I ask, and he nods, his messy hair and sweaty body are so fucking hot. I moan, gripping onto his ass as he pushes deep and then pulls almost all the way out. Parks licks and nips along my shoulder and neck as he plunges in again, grinding against my clit.

  My nails dig into his skin, demanding more, and he grunts loudly, slamming me so roughly that I shudder. “God, yes, Parks,” spews from my lips as I beg him for more, and I’m sure we are in for a long night.

  He keeps riding me, pumping in and out of me so perfectly, I quiver, closing my eyes. He has my orgasm teetering on the edge, and I don’t want to let go because I don’t want to stop, but again . . . I’m helpless.

  He pushed me out of this world, my pleasure so powerful my entire body burns the second I come. His groans are rough and by far the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard, and in this instance, I know my life will never be the same. I’ve never felt anything more powerful or seen a more sexy sight than the one I’ve been so gracious to witness when being with Parks.

  “Fallon?” Parks nudges me awake and then hands me my cell phone, which is ringing rather loudly.

  It’s my mom, but it’s too early, so I hit the ignore button. Parks climbs back into bed, and I roll over, meeting him face to face.

  “She’s just gonna keep calling,” he tells me, and I ignore him, too. I’m much more interested in running my hands over his body beneath the covers. He’s still naked—as am I—and I grasp his cock. My phone rings again, ceasing any and all movements.

  “She’s called like five times; it woke me up.”

  Reluctantly, I answer my phone, not wanting to stop what Parks and I are doing, especially to deal with my mom, but she can be relentless when she wants something.

  “Hello?”

  “Oh, thank God. How are you? Did he hurt you?”

  “What? What are you talking about, Mom?” I push up, so I’m sitting and glance at Parks, who’s looking at me with questions in his eyes.

  “Leo! It’s all over the news. I’m so sorry, Fallon, I had no idea.”

  “Mom, I’m fine, no one hurt me.” Parks sits up next to me, and I whisper, “Will you turn on the news?”

  “Where are you? I went to your house,” my mom says.

  “Calm down, Mom, I’m fine. I promise. I’m not with Leo anymore. We broke up a while ago.”

  “What? Where have you been staying then?”

  “With Parks.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “It’s a long story, but really, I’m fine. I promise. I just woke up, give me about ten minutes, and I’ll come explain everything.”

  “Okay, baby. I love you. I’m so glad you’re all right.”

  I hang up just as the news flashes a mug shot of Leo and then the news anchor says, “Marlika, what’s the latest on this devastating situation?”

  The footage cuts to a female who is standing outside Leo’s house. “This is tragic. The victim, who has asked to remain anonymous, is being treated at a local hospital after suffering a blunt force trauma to the head. Neighbors say they heard the two arguing in the early morning hours, and then her screams for help followed shortly thereafter. From what we can tell, Mr. Valderami is accused of pushing her down a flight of stairs.”

  The reporter stops talking, and Parks mutes the television. “Holy fuck,” I blurt out. “He pushed her down the stairs?”

  Leo has always had a temper. The smallest of things would set him off, but other than the one time he put his hands on me, he was never violent. Though, shoving me into a wall isn’t exactly peaceful. The memory of him getting physical with me still makes my skin crawl. After that one night, I always let him do what he wanted when he wanted. Even after he cheated on me the first time, I didn’t put a ball and chain on him like I wanted to. I gave him freedom . . . sadly, it was for all the wrong reasons. I’m still sickened that I was brainwashed by him for as long as I was.

  Parks looks so concerne
d that I’m afraid he might pass out, so I curl my whole body against his, needing comfort as much as I want to give it.

  “Why would he do that?” Parks asks.

  “Because Leo doesn’t like to be controlled, and I bet that is what she was trying to do to him.”

  “It still sickens me that you were with him. I should’ve beat the shit out of him a long time ago and taught him a lesson.”

  “Guys like Leo can’t learn lessons.” I reach out and touch his face, so grateful that we are together and that part of my life is over. The sheets fall from my breasts as my hand touches him, and he groans, looking down at them.

  “Have I told you how perfect your body is?”

  “Like a dozen times.”

  He smirks and leans in to kiss my neck and then moves his way down my chest. I rest my hand on the back of his head to stop him.

  “What should I tell my parents?”

  “Shhh,” he says and pushes me onto my back. His large body is lying on top of mine, and as much as I just want to stay right here, I know how my mother is, and now that she knows where I am, if I don’t show up, she’ll be here before I know it.

  “Parks?”

  “Just give me . . . two minutes?” he asks, kissing down my ribs. When he nips at my hipbone, I squirm, not wanting him to stop but knowing he needs to.

  “What should I tell my parents?”

  “That was like ten seconds,” he complains. And when he sees the look of seriousness written across my face, he looses a deep breath and moves to lie next to me again. “I assume you are referring to the baby?”

  “Yeah, they hate Leo, and after what we just saw on the news I fear they won’t want to be a part of the baby’s life.”

  “Maybe we ease things on them and start just by telling them what Leo did and about us.”

  “Oh, God. What about my work?”