F A L L O N

"You're exciting, boy, come find me. Your eyes told me 'Girl, come ride me'. Fuck that feeling both us fighting. Could he try me? Hmm, most likely."

. . .

I can't believe what happened. I'm still reeling after what happened.

When I got home, I went to bed and took a long nap.

I noticed how sore I was when I woke up. Even though I had the feeling Nicholas was going soft on me, it still hurts in my legs.

Looking at my phone, I see it's almost six in the evening. A sudden FaceTime call from Donia makes me wake up a bit more.

Her face greets me when I pick up, and I send her a sleepy smile. "Hey you," I chuckle.

"You look like you just woke up from a coma."

Might as well.

"I was napping," I explain.

"Hmm, I see. I went to your house today, but you weren't there. Your dad opened the door," she tells me.

"Oh, yeah... I was uhm... out." Fucking my best friend's fiancé.

"That's okay, your dad was really nice. I wish my dad was as friendly to my friends. And to me."

She murmurs the last part, and I instantly feel bad for her. "Don't worry, you can call me daddy," I wink, earning myself the finger and an eye roll.

"Fuck you," she says with a sardonic smile. "Any time," I wink and decide to confide in her with what happened today.

But I'm not going to tell her over the phone. I need to talk to someone about this, need to let out my feelings.

"You should come over one of these days," I tell her. "I think so too, I have a lot to tell you."

"Perfect, as long as you don't crush on my dad when he's nice to you," I tease. She flips me off again.

"I'm not that type of person, Fallon," she retorts, "and I have Jackson to call daddy."

"I see," I smirk. "He's keeping you pretty satisfied, huh?"

"He is," she sighs dreamily.

"Well, you should come over tomorrow," I say. "I agree, I'll see you then," she smiles. We talk a bit longer and then she hangs up, saying that she's got to go.

Standing up, I exit my room and go towards the kitchen, where dad is making himself a cup of coffee.

"Hey there," I grin and he sends me a smile when he spots me. "Hey, little one," he chuckles.

"Dad! You're three inches taller than me!" I exclaim. "Still three inches," he retorts and gives me a hug.

"And mentally still a child, so I'm not in the wrong."

"You're mean," I fire back and take a seat on the kitchen counter, swinging my legs. "Only for you," he winks and takes a sip of his coffee.

I wince. "Can't you just... take a normal sip without making that slurping sound?"

"Oh, for fucks sake," he sighs and rolls his eyes, "I'm drinking normally."

"Sure, Dad," I mutter sarcastically. "Anyway, Donia told me she stopped by."

"Right! I called you multiple times to let you know she was here but you didn't pick up. Where were you?"

Getting my brains fucked out by Nicholas.

"Out," I reply curtly and try to shrug nonchalantly. "Going to get a cup of tea and taking a walk."

"You never do that. You're too asocial and introverted for it."

"Well, I was feeling spontaneous," I say and stick my chin out, trying to prove my point. He snorts.

"Whatever you say, Fallon."

He leaves the kitchen with his cup, and then I'm left alone. Standing up, I walk back towards my room and fall on top of my bed, remembering everything that happened.

My body grows hot at the memory of Nicholas pounding into me. It felt so good.

His grip felt possessive and that turned me on. His groans and grunts went straight to my pulsing sex.

I was so horny, the discomfort didn't last long of his cock inside of me. Though I was a bit scared when I saw him leading it towards my entrance.

I can't believe it happened. I can't believe we did it. That the attraction was mutual. Fuck.

Needing my mind to get out of the gutter, I get up and head for the bathroom, turning the shower on and ridding myself of my clothes.

When I take a glance in the mirror, I just see some vague fingerprints on my hips and ass, but nothing too much and noticeable.

Tying my hair up into a bun, I enter the shower stall and step underneath the warm water, letting it fall onto my body and massage my muscles.

Releasing a sigh, I close my eyes and smile, not quite believing what actually took place.

My hands go over my body, over places he's touched as well. Where his fingers have been...

Shaking my head, I wash away all the suds and wash my face, turning the shower off and turning around.

But a shriek leaves me when I see Nicholas leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, his eyes on me.

"Nicholas!" I gasp and reach for the nearest towel, wrapping it around my body. Closing my mouth, I swallow and step out of the stall, feeling the fluffy mat underneath my feet.

"I did knock," is his defense. "You've been home for a while," I notice when I trail my eyes over him. He's wearing a simple shirt and sweatpants.

It's always those sweatpants that make me feel weak in the knees.

"I got home and took a shower," he tells me and uncrosses his arms, walking into the bathroom.

"So, what are you doing here then?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. I try not to let my facial expression falter when he comes to stand in front of me.

"Coming to see you," he replies, his calculating gaze on me. "But you knew that already."

Swallowing is suddenly a hard job.

Lifting his hand, he softly caresses my cheek. "Are you sore?"

I try to act a bit casual and shrug. "A bit."

"I can be a bit hard sometimes," he admits. Not wanting to show that he intimidates me, I square my shoulders up a bit.

"I didn't notice."

He raises a brow. "Oh?"

He's so fucking cocky.

"Yeah, you were... good," I admit.

No, he was amazing. Mind-blowing. Your legs were trembling. You came.

But I don't want to stroke his ego and make it bigger. I refuse to.

"It can get bad sometimes," he whispers, and his voice holds a promise. It makes my pussy clench together.

"Sure," I reply, inhaling sharply when his fingers grip my jaw.

"You're testing me," he notices, his eyes going over my face, "acting like a brat."

"I'm not," I deny, licking my lips. "You want to test me, Angel?" he asks, tilting my head back.

"No," I grit out. "Enough," he growls and yanks at my towel, exposing my naked body.

"On your knees."

I just stare at him – dumbly. Not knowing what to do.

"I don't like repeating myself, Fallon."

Licking my lips, I slowly lower myself to the ground, feeling the mat underneath my knees. I feel my heart starting to beat faster when he hooks his fingers around his sweatpants, dragging it down his body.

I see the outline of his cock through his boxers, resting heavily against the fabric. For a second, I think he might take them off too, but he doesn't.

With a frown, I look up at him. I thought he wanted me to suck him off? I would've done so with great pleasure. I enjoyed it a bit too much last time.

I look down at his leg that he shuffles forward. "Ride my foot."

It's an order. One that has my cheeks flush a bright red. He can't be serious. He just can't be.

"Nicholas..." I trail off, looking up and meeting his eyes. His fingers gently lift my chin. "Just say the word."

I know I can stop all of this. By just pronouncing a simple color. But it's not that simple. And I don't find myself wanting to say it.

I inhale a sharp breath when he shoves his foot forward, making my dripping pussy meet with the top of his foot.

A moan leaves me at the sensation, and involuntary, my hips shift and grind against his skin.

His fingers tangle themselves in the strands of my hair, holding me in place as I go against my humiliation and get myself off.

It's embarrassing, but the pleasure I'm receiving makes me forget about what I'm doing. The friction against my clit feels too good.

Leaning my head against his thigh, I let out puffs of breath and moans as I ride his foot, my hips gaining speed.

Nicholas shifts his foot against me, meeting my hips while he holds a tight grip on my hair.

With every breath I exhale, I can feel his cock grow. It's straining against his boxers, begging to be released.

And as if I couldn't get any hornier, I see his hand disappear into his boxers and grip his hard length.

A moan leaves me when I see his hand go up and down, lazily stroking himself.

"You like it?" he hums, tilting his foot towards me. I throw my head back a bit and move my hips back and forth.

"Yes," I whimper and push myself up on my knees, almost reaching his shin as I'm masturbating.

Fuck, it feels so good.

"You like being treated like a slut?" he asks, caressing my scalp with his fingers. I bite my lip and moan.

A harsh tug on my hair makes me flinch and glance up. "Words, whore," he demands. His tone is calm, and the look in his eyes is collected.

"Yes," I bring out.

He holds my head in place, taking out his hard cock. His fingers are gripping it harshly as he strokes himself, squeezing it and running his thumb over the crown.

It sends a delicious zing through my body and throbbing sex.

My lips part when he taps the crown on my lips, and he slides the tip into my warm mouth, but not any further.

He shivers when I suck on it and run my tongue over it. He looks up and clenches his jaw, letting only the tip rest in my mouth.

I suck on it while I grind my clit against him, muffling my moans.

A loud gasp leaves me when he yanks my head backward and forces me back on my feet. He pushes me against the sink, pressing me against it while he cages me in with his body. And I feel his hard cock press against my stomach.

He ghosts his lips over mine before he sinks his hand between my legs and feels between my folds, feeling how wet and swollen my pussy-lips are.

"You surrendered your body to me as soon as you let me fuck you," he whispers against my lips. His voice is calm, but he doesn't need to shout or growl for me to perfectly understand him.

"So, you agree for me to do to your body whatever I please, right?" he asks, running his fingers up and down my slit.

My legs quiver when he touches my sensitive clit. "Yes," I answer.

"Hmm, good girl," he whispers, his voice ghosting over my skin and making goosebumps erupt.

"Good. I'll use your body for whatever I want. Whenever I want. I'll sink my cock into you, bury myself there over and over again, and let you squeeze the cum right out of me. How about that, baby?"

Letting my head fall back, I gyrate my hips against his fingers. One of them has found its way inside of me, stroking my walls.

"Yes," I breathe and bite my lip.

"Perfect, Angel."

And with that, he lets me come all over his hand. I gasp and moan out his name, fisting the edge of the counter tightly.

Opening my eyes, I meet his and lick my lips.

I can't tell how hard of a ride this going to be with him. And that terrifies me.

But yet, I'm so eager to find out, and fall into the deep yet alluring pit of promising pleasure.

. . .

It's going to get smutty from here on out.

I know there are going to be comments saying "I don't like it when there's only smut, it's boring."

Well, you came here for the mature content and you're getting it.

Another thing I'd like to say.

Apparently, there was a comment that said "it's not so hard to publish a chapter."

My friend told me about this and reported the comment, so I haven't seen it myself. But it didn't infuriate me any less.

School has started Wednesday for me. And I'm in my last year. Meaning that I'll be getting a lot of fucking assignments and I'm going to be tested to see if I'm good enough.

I'm going to have to go on an internship, for fucks sake. I have a year project, and this shit is serious.

School is a priority for me right now. It sucks to hear and I'm well aware of that, but I'm not going to risk my future over this.

If I see or hear about any comments like that, and I get to find out who did, that means you hold no respect towards me and my life. I will mute you. I will take longer to update since it's something really off-putting and only demotivates me.

Sorry for my harsh rant, but it annoyed the fuck out of me.

For the rest that is still reading and liked the chapter, please know that I love you and I'm eternally grateful for your patience.

I appreciate you more than you know.

I love you.