Page 86 of Free Fall

I can’t say anything at all. I’m so close to coming and yet so far, and my dick is in serious need of friction so I can get off. As usual, though, he concentrates on his favorite part of me, and I can’t complain about the pleasure radiating from my hole. I shiver and shake, my legs twitching on the bed as he keeps finger-fucking me. Harder and harder, and I groan as he speeds up.

“Fuck,” I shout as my body tightens, and every bit of my consciousness seems to center around my hole and pelvis, and then I break into convulsions of lust and bliss that I can’t seem to control. My hole spasms again and again around his fingers, my body shakes and my nipples hurt blissfully, and then my cock suddenly grows so hard I feel faint.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream. That’s when I shoot gobs of cum all over myself.

“Yes,” he whispers as he avidly watches white streaks paint my stomach and chest while he rubs inside of me so hard I see stars. “Yes, give it to me.”

I reach down to stop his hand, the sensation too much. I twitch and convulse through so many aftershocks that I lose the ability to do anything more than moan and cling to Dan, who doesn’t let me go.

Later, after he’s cleaned me up, given me water, and settled in beside me, he pushes my legs back and looks at my hole again. “My jizz is up there,” he says, so matter-of-factly that I laugh. He meets my eyes. “I’m gonna lick it out.”

“What?” I gasp, and start to protest, but when he leans down and his tongue touches me, I just give up and let it happen. Because, fuck, it feels so good.

I card my trembling fingers through his hair and quake as he urgently cleans me up down there. I feel tears prick in my eyes, and they slide out. I haven’t cried while being fucked in a few encounters, and I’d thought I was past that. But this is different. These tears are something more.

When he leans back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he seems to know these tears are special too. He seems to grow worried. “Was that all right? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

I shake my head and pull him down beside me.

He doesn’t settle, though, concern etching his features. “What’s wrong? Tell me.” He nuzzles my cheek again. “Sejin, talk to me.”

“I think I love you,” I say. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t want to hear that. But I think I do.”

“Well,” he says slowly, his lips flattening into a bit of a frown and then relaxing again. “It’s not that big of a problem.”

“It’s not?”

“Nah. Because I think I love you too.” He kisses me, and his mouth tastes of his cum and my ass, but I don’t care. Another tear slips out and trails down my cheek.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he says. “I just can’t get enough of you. I won’t eat it out of you again if you don’t like it.”

“I like it,” I whisper. “I’m not crying about that.”

“Then what are you crying about?”

I laugh. “I just told you.”

“You’re crying because you think you might love me?” he asks, looking baffled.

“Yeah, and I don’t quite know what to do about it.”

He frowns. “You don’t do anything about it. It changes nothing.”

I swallow even harder. “I know. I guess that’s part of it. It changes nothing.”

Dan touches my chin, then my cheeks, and he says, “I mean, I guess it changes what you might do after Peggy Jo comes back…”

“Let’s not talk about that yet,” I say. “I’m still stuck on what we just did and what we just said. Let’s let that sink in first.”

“Sink in.” Dan smirks. “I can’t wait to sink into you again. Give me two hours. Then we’re gonna flip-fuck the opposite way, and you can come in me this time.”

“Alright,” I agree, exhaustion sucking me under.

He tucks a warm blanket around me before grabbing a book from the shelves behind his head. “Go to sleep,” he says, like it’s an order, and cracks open the book.

The rain hammers the top of the van, and I watch his eyes move over the pages for a few minutes before the heavy pull of sexual satisfaction, emotional upheaval, and the lull of the rain tugs me into sleep.

I dream of climbing a tall, white wall of polished granite. It’s dark and I can only see a few feet above and below me. I’m scared to look down, and I know that Dan’s somewhere up ahead, free soloing. He’s left me behind as he forges on. He’s climbing so fast that I know I can’t reach him.