Page 57 of The Fallen Man

“Fuck yes, Jackson. Like that. Oh God, like that.”

He was getting closer too and thrust into her harder and faster. Her body began to clench around him and her moans got louder. He took the hand off her breast and put it on her mouth. She sucked his fingers in, going down on them like they werehis cock. Then her eyes closed, her mouth went wide, her lips trembling and then she came with a hard spasm that clenched around his cock and he came too. He slammed his hand into the mirror to keep from pitching them both into the sink and he stared at her wide eyes in the mirror. They were both breathing hard and he allowed himself a moment to nuzzle her neck. They really were going to get caught if they stood here much longer.

“So what time do you get off?” he asked, lifting his head.

“I thought I just did,” she said.

“Work,” he said, smacking her on the ass and she giggled breathlessly.

“I won’t be done here until two,” she said.

“Meet you at your place?” he asked.

“You want to get your coat back again?”

“Yeah,” he said. “And possibly two or three more times after that.”

Caitlin

Caitlin’s Apartment

Caitlin hurried from her train stop to her door. She couldn’t believe that she’d fucked Jackson in the women’s room of an event she was working. She also couldn’t believe how badly she’d wanted to. The second she’d seen him outside the kitchen her entire body had tingled. She spent the better part of the night forgetting drinks while she pictured him fucking her. When she’d seen him in the hallway she decided to take Jessica’s advice for once and do something that made herself feel good. And God, had it felt good.

Their night together had been outstanding. Their twenty minutes in the bathroom had been fucking heaven. But both of those were the kind of moments that didn’t get repeated. Guys like him were supposed to fuck bartender slash models and leave. Not come over for more.

She had hurried through the entire clean-up routine, and she was a few minutes early as she unlocked the door to her place and jogged up the stairs. Caitlin paused at the landing. There was a post-it note on the banister.

Don’t freak out. I’m in your bed.

Jackson

She stared at the note. There were various reasons to freak out about this information, not the least of which was that Jackson didn’t have a key.

She took the note and went into the kitchen. She dropped her bag and jacket on the kitchen table and kicked off her shoes before entering the bedroom. She didn’t turn on the light; she could see Jackson’s outline under the sheets in the light from the kitchen. He was already naked and had clearly been sleeping. Heopened his eyes and yawned at her.

“You’re in my bed,” she said.

“I took the train and I was early and I wasn’t going to pull a Jamal,” he said.

“You don’t have a key.”

“Yeah, sorry. But I do have a set of lock-picks. Also, I’m going to buy you a better lock.”

Caitlin tried to digest that information. “It’s not OK to break into my apartment.”

“I agree,” he said. “That’s why I’m buying you a better lock. It’s not really a safe neighborhood.”

“It was until you started breaking in!”

“I’m not who you have to worry about. Those two fucking gang-banger rapists in the next building are who you need to worry about.”

Caitlin wrinkled her nose. She had also run her address through the pervoid website and had carefully memorized the faces of the two convicted rapists in the next building.

“I do worry about them,” she said. “But I also worry about guys who break into my place. How do I know you’re not going to go crazy stalker if things go south between us. Then I’ve got to move or, you know, get a gun, and shoot your dick off. Which would seem like a waste of a good dick.”

He laughed out loud, shaking the bed. “I promise, I don’t go psycho stalker. But I also don’t loiter like a wet cat on anyone’s doorstep. Come on,” he stretched out his hand for hers, “come to bed. Forget I’m weird. Remember, I’m fun.”

“Why do I also think you’re trouble?” Her fingers seemed to move to his of their own accord.