The Broken Falls Series

Chapter 4

Boone

She's spread out on her bed, looking like a f*****g snack, and I'm a starving man. “I need you to tell me if there's anything that's a hard limit for you."

Her brown eyes are bright and full of trust as she looks up at me. “I've never found a hard limit." She runs her tongue over her lips. “But if I'm honest, I've never done anything crazier than a little bit of public display of affection. Most guys my age? All they want is to get off. They don't care about making things different and exciting."

Nodding, I reach behind my neck and fist my shirt. I toss it to the side after pulling it up and over my head.

She smiles up at me, her tongue poking through her lips to leave a glistening sheen against the flesh. “Like, I've never seen someone take a shirt off like that in real life. It's only something I saw on TV or read about in a romance novel. But f**k, that's hot."

A chuckle works its way through my lips. “If you could see the way you look lying against those covers, even fully clothed, you'd know what's hot."

My fingers go confidently to the button at my jeans and pop it, but I don't push them down. With a little bit of breathing room, I'm able to concentrate on her. After lowering my body over Lexi's, I crawl so that my mouth is even with hers.

“I don't think I have enough experience to be with you, Boone," she whispers.

It's the vulnerability for me—the way she's willing to put herself in a situation she wants but that might make her uncomfortable. She's braver than she knows, and that's as big a turn-on as anything else. “Trust me, you have enough, and if it gets to be too much, you just have to tell me to stop. No questions asked, Lex."

She nods before lifting her head and taking my lips in a kiss I wasn't expecting. I grab hold of her face with one hand, keeping her right where I want her. Her arms snake around my neck, her nails digging into my bare back as she easily shifts control of the kiss over to me. It's the type of power exchange that I welcome, but no other woman has made it so easy.

Grasping her around the waist, I roll us over. Allowing her to straddle me, I drop my hands to the bottom of her tank and push it up. Our lips break apart as she lets me lift it up and over her head. I toss it to the side and watch it land on top of mine.

“You're gorgeous," I whisper as I get a good look at the green bra. The scalloped edges cupping her t**s let just enough of the smooth skin be visible.

“You're not so bad yourself." She rakes her fingernails down my chest, along the ab muscles I got from hard work. I don't do CrossFit or see the inside of a gym. My strength comes from the physical demands of a job, not because I want to look hot with my shirt off.

After flipping us back over, I brace one arm along the side of her, holding myself over her body. I trail my other hand from her cheek to her neck then past her chest, down to where the lace of her bra holds back t**s that I want to get a closer look at. Her eyes meet mine as I inch my fingertips to the edge. I pull it down so that I can see the bare skin underneath. Her n****e tightens, and she gasps as I dip my head to take the peak into my mouth.

“They're sensitive," she moans as I roll my tongue over it, savoring it like a piece of hard candy.

When I capture it between my teeth and suck harder, her fingers shove into my hair, drawing me closer. Her back arches, pushing it farther into my mouth. She's quivering when I finally let her go. Her chest is flushed, her bottom lip between her teeth.

“You ever tried n****e clamps? As sensitive as you are, you'd enjoy them."

With a shake of her head, she says, “No. Maybe we can try it sometime."

“Maybe we can."

I don't want to break her heart, but I can't remember the last time I had a second night with a woman. I'm more of a one-and-done kind of guy. Maybe there's someone out there who can change that, but I haven't met her yet.

Her legs wrap around my waist, holding on as I move my mouth back down to her chest before nosing up to her neck. I press my open mouth to her bare skin, before taking a nip. She tilts her head back, giving me more room to work. My hands press against the mattress, giving my c**k a little breathing room.

“I need to get out of these jeans," I mumble against the beating of her pulse.

“Me too." She licks her strawberry-red lips.

I lever myself off her, stand up, and push the denim down my legs until I have to kick off my shoes. She's doing the same, and as soon as we're both bare, I hook my arm around her waist. With me tugging her closer, we go down to a seated position, my back against the headboard. I yank her legs up so she can straddle my waist then grab her neck and pull her down into another kiss.

The heat of her p***y is directly over my c**k, which aches, sticking up as the two of us undulate against one another. My free hand goes around her body and down to her ass. I palm the flesh before slapping it. The echo is loud in the room, but her groan is enough to let me know she likes it.

“God, I'm so hot." With her arms behind her back, she unhooks the bra. She throws it onto the floor then begins riding me through our underwear, her t**s bouncing up and down is like my own private porno.

Snaking my fingers up under her ass, I push away the gusset of her panties and test the wet heat. “Lex, you're so fuckin' wet. You need me? You want me?"

“Yes, yes to all of it."

“Can I get inside you?" I take my c**k out of my black boxer briefs and rub the bare head against her clit.

“Please," she begs. “Please get inside me."

I reach over to my jeans and go for the back pocket. With my teeth, I rip open the wrapper and roll it down my d**k. Even the feel of this is torture. She balances her hands on my shoulders before lowering herself onto me. We both moan.

“You're so hard." She leans down and kisses my neck close to the same way I kissed her earlier.

“You're so tight. Grip my c**k, Lex. Bounce on me. Let those t**s sway."

She digs her fingernails into my hair, raking them against my scalp. Using my hair as leverage to hold onto, she lifts up and then slams down. The sound of our bodies slapping together is loud in the room as we writhe against one another.

The base of my back tingles, and I know this is about to be over if I don't do something. “Are you close?" I ask.

“Not yet." She shakes her head. “I'm sorry."

“Hey." I grip her chin. “Don't be sorry if I'm not giving you what you need."

I slap her ass. When she jumps, I manage to lay her back on the bed, shoving her thighs over my shoulders. Before she can react to what I'm doing, I cover her p***y with my mouth, flicking my tongue against her clit.

She explodes against me. “Oh my God. No one has ever done that before."

Given the things I've heard about the younger generation today, I have a feeling she's not lying. Shoving my knees against the sheets, I pull her body to mine and sink my d**k into her spasming heat. It's all I need to push myself over the edge.

As we try to catch our breath, I only know one thing for sure: I am totally f****d. I'll be back, and no matter what I said previously, I will f**k her again.