Page 33 of Last Call (Open Tab #5)

Chapter Seven

Every so often, a sparkle of mischief lit up Riley’s eyes—one that told Fallon Riley had a plan. She imagined a shower in their future. How far into the future, Fallon wasn’t sure. Riley silently led her into the bedroom. “Riley?”

A smile danced across Riley’s lips. “What are you afraid of, Fallon?”

“I’m not afraid.”

“No?”

Riley suppressed a chuckle, knowing that while Fallon exuded a bold confidence, beneath it lay a tender heart. Fallon was always considerate of others’ feelings. Her gentle nature was evident in all aspects of her life, including the most intimate moments they shared.

Riley draped her arms around Fallon’s neck, drawing her in for a lingering kiss.

“I love you,” Riley murmured.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what brought this on?”

“I love you,” Riley whispered again. “I want you to make love to me.”

Fallon gently ran a fingertip along the curve of Riley’s cheek. At times, their lovemaking was fueled by intense passion and an urgent desire. Tonight felt different; there was a magnetic pull drawing them closer, a connection that only people in love could comprehend.

Riley tugged Fallon’s hand and led her to the bed. “I’m going to freshen up,” she said, gesturing to the bedside table.

Fallon’s heart leaped into her throat. She was confident that few people would envision Riley taking the lead in the bedroom.

Riley’s assertiveness initially surprised Fallon.

Her boldness signified trust, knowing that she could ask Fallon for anything without fear of judgment or rejection. Fallon nodded dumbly.

A giggle passed through Riley’s lips. She leaned close again and kissed Fallon softly. “If you need help, knock,” she whispered, turning to enter the bathroom.

Fallon took a deep breath, staring at the bathroom door as it closed. “This should be interesting,” she muttered.

Fallon turned to the bedside table and opened the drawer, reaching for the strap-on Riley had purchased. She wanted to please Riley in every way possible, but this was uncharted territory.

Fallon undressed, shimmying out of her jeans and pulling her t-shirt over her head. She examined the tangle of straps and buckles in her hand, trying to figure out how to fasten it to her hips.

“What do they think I’m doing, launching into space?”

Fallon thought the contraption looked better suited for a spacecraft or maybe a race car.

“Maybe we should install a roll bar on the bed.”

She shook off her thoughts with a chuckle and tried to step into the harness, but her foot caught, causing her to stumble forward and send a lamp crashing to the floor just before she landed beside it in a naked heap, the strap-on dropping next to her with a thud.

“Fallon? Are you okay?” Riley called from the bathroom.

“Fine, I’m fine!” Fallon grumbled.

The bathroom door opened, and Riley stepped out wearing only a towel, her damp hair cascading around her shoulders. She took in the sight of Fallon sprawled awkwardly on the floor, the strap-on lying incriminatingly next to her. Riley bit her lip, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Not. A. Word,” Fallon warned, giving Riley a warning glance.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Riley let out a giggle. She walked over and extended a hand to help Fallon up. “Having some trouble?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“You didn’t tell me I needed to be an astronaut to make this thing work,” Fallon quipped.

Riley smiled. “Well, I’m all for a trip out of this world,” she said, picking up the toy. “Here, let me help.”

Riley knelt in front of Fallon, sliding the harness up Fallon’s legs, her fingertips grazing Fallon’s skin. She adjusted the straps snugly around Fallon’s hips and stepped back to admire her handiwork.

“There. Perfect,” Riley declared, letting her towel drop to the floor.

Fallon looked at Riley, her frustration and embarrassment melting away, replaced by a surge of desire. She reached out and pulled Riley close to her.

“I love you,” Fallon murmured against Riley’s lips.

Riley grinned. Her eyes filled with longing as she took Fallon’s hand and guided her to the bed, gently easing her onto the mattress. Fallon’s breath hitched when Riley climbed on top. Riley’s lips brushed against Fallon’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to her collarbone.

Fallon exhaled softly, her hands gliding over the smooth skin of Riley’s back.

They savored the moment, exploring each other slowly, fingertips tracing every contour, while their tongues danced passionately.

Soft sighs blended with eager moans. Neither felt the need to fill the moment with words.

Riley’s mouth traveled lower, her tongue circling a taut nipple, causing Fallon to arch towards her touch.

“Riley. Jesus.”

Riley locked eyes with Fallon, who silently implored her for something more. Nothing excited Riley more than feeling Fallon submit to her touch, feeling Fallon’s inhibitions slip away into the well of desire.

“Let me touch you,” Fallon requested.

Riley pushed herself up, brushing her breasts against Fallon’s as her lips.

Fallon’s tongue swirled across Riley’s nipples, eliciting a gasp from them both. She sucked and licked, never breaking their gaze.

“Fallon,” Riley gasped. An irresistible tension coiled within her, pulling her closer to the brink.

She ached, longing for Fallon to fill the void inside her.

She reached between them, positioning the toy at her entrance.

Slowly, she lowered herself, a low moan vibrating through her chest as she was filled completely.

“God, Fallon,” Riley breathed, lifting herself slightly.

Fallon’s hands firmly held Riley’s hips, gently directing her as they found a gentle rhythm together.

Her heart raced, captivated by the graceful sway of Riley’s breasts.

Fallon watched, mesmerized by Riley’s sensual dance.

Riley’s lips slightly parted before her teeth softly caught her bottom lip, a tender gesture to tame the rising tide of passion between them.

“You’re so beautiful, Riley,” Fallon whispered.

“Do you like this?” Riley asked, hopefulness and a hint of apprehension mingling with seduction.

Like it? Fallon would laugh if she weren’t so turned on.

She loved touching Riley, feeling Riley in her arms, the way Riley moved, and the sounds of desperation that fell from her lips when she neared release.

Most of all, Fallon loved to hear Riley’s voice quiver with desire, to listen to Riley’s gentle praise and fervent demands when she was in the throes of passion.

“I love watching you. Feeling you. Hearing you," Fallon said, lifting a hand to cup Riley’s breast, thumbing her nipple lightly.

“Fuck,” Riley groaned.

Fallon thrust her hips slightly to meet Riley’s efforts.

“Fallon.”

“Tell me,” Fallon said. “Tell me what you need, Riley. Tell me what you want.”

“I don’t want this to end,” Riley admitted. “This feeling—you inside me—looking at me the way you are right now.”

“I could watch you all night—touch you all night.”

Riley’s eyes closed.

“I want you to feel me,” Fallon said.

“I do,” Riley promised, kissing Fallon softly.

Riley felt a surge of emotions she couldn’t quite put into words.

A powerful mix of sensations greeted her senses.

The softness of Fallon’s skin intertwined with a deep ache in her belly, longing for release.

Through the open window, she heard the crickets chirping.

A gentle breeze rustling through the trees carried the faint scent of lavender, reminding her of the first time they made love.

As clichéd as it might sound, Fallon’s eyes were a doorway to her soul.

Amid a familiar divine longing, they sparkled with an almost childlike curiosity and hope.

Riley felt Fallon coursing through every nerve ending, every cell in her body coming to life.

No matter how many times they came together, it always felt new.

Tonight surpassed any moment they had shared.

It wasn’t just the way they made love; it was a quiet revelation Riley experienced when Fallon emerged from Andi’s kitchen earlier that evening.

She knew instantly that Fallon was ready for everything they hoped to share.

The past was no longer a cloud looming overhead, threatening to rain down into their lives, spilling into the open spaces of lingering heartbreak or grief.

She understood the difference between living with memories and being haunted by ghosts.

Everyone walked a fine line in life, one that hovered between questions about the past and hope for the future. Riley patiently waited for months as Fallon teetered, hoping for Fallon to find solid ground again. That moment had finally arrived.

“Riley?” Fallon called out.

“I feel you,” Riley promised. She clasped Fallon’s shoulders, sinking once more, and moved against Fallon with a slow, deliberate passion. “Everywhere. I feel you everywhere,” she whispered, her forehead gently falling against Fallon’s.

Fallon’s fingertips pressed into Riley’s hips, gently encouraging Riley as her movements became more urgent.

“Fallon,” Riley repeated, her breath coming faster. “I can’t hold back—I…”

“Don’t. Let go, Riley.”

Riley tightened her grip on Fallon’s shoulders as she chased her climax. She remained locked in Fallon’s gaze, torn between the desire to hold on, to make this moment last as long as possible, and letting herself fall.

“Let go, Riley,” Fallon said.

Riley’s descent came suddenly. Her muscles tensed almost painfully and then quickly released, her body quaking, momentarily blinding her with ecstasy. Gradually, her body relaxed, and she collapsed onto Fallon, breathless.

“Are you okay?” Fallon asked.

Riley lifted her head and placed a gentle kiss on Fallon’s lips. “Perfect,” she said, her head falling back onto Fallon’s chest.

“Do you want me to…”

“Just stay like this for a minute,” Riley said. “I’m not ready to let you go. Not yet.”