The Price of Falling

Chapter 28

I awoke to a pitch black room with a weight settled over my body. Where was I? The events of the night before came flooding into my consciousness. Oh, God. We just totally broke more than one rule, I thought to myself. I tried to wriggle myself out from under Conner's extraordinarily heavy body. He may have looked skinny, but he was definitely all muscle. And muscle weighs infinitely more than fat. It especially did in that moment, with Conner's head lying on my chest, his legs draped over mine, his arm digging into my bladder.

But, when I tried to get loose, he stirred. Conner looked up at me with half-closed, dove grey eyes, and gave me a sleepy smile. Only his face was illuminated in the pale light leaking in from the city outside the hotel window. "Good morning, Griffin."

"I was going to have this very serious speech about how we've just broken at least two rules, but I lost it when you opened your eyes," I groaned and covered his intoxicating stare with my small hand. "Now, can I please get up and pee? My bladder is about to explode under your steel grip, Clark Kent."

Conner laughed at my new nickname for him and rolled onto his side, watching me as I scooted to the edge of the bed as gracefully as I could. I hadn't put any clothes back on, so thank goodness it was mostly dark. I groped for something--anything--to cover my body with, and my fingers closed around the first item of clothing they reached. I circled my thumb over the fabric, and it wasn't mine. It was Conner's yellow Hawaiian shirt. I really had to pee though, so I took what I got and pulled my arms through the designated holes, buttoning a few of the buttons as I skip-danced to the bathroom.

When I was done, I washed my hands, and stood straight to look at my reflection in the mirror. I looked...older...somehow. I felt older. Like I was finally in on a secret that everyone else knew but me. I ran a toothbrush through my mouth, and over my tongue, then fluffed my hair and walked back out into experience personified.

"Everything come out okay, Smithey?" Conner laughed at himself, but I didn't pay attention, because I had tunnel vision. I marched over to where I saw his outline sitting on the bed. I reached out with both hands, finding his face, and jerked him to my mouth.

"Show me more, Price," I said breathlessly as soon as I broke our kiss. I climbed on top of him, straddling his lap.

He peeked up at me in the dark. "It's four thirty in the morning, Griff. What did you do in the bathroom?"

"I saw the change I wanted to see," I responded, then leaned down to lick his neck.

"Okay, Ghandi," Conner said, putting his hands on either side of my arms, and pushing me back just enough to bring my face back up to his eye level. He stared me down.

"I want more. What you did. Earlier. I want to know how to do more. We've already broken two rules. Let's throw 'taking it slow,' down the drain, too," I said, grinding my hips against his lap. Conner grunted and repositioned himself under me.

"What do you mean, Griffin?" He was still confused.

So, I took his face in my hands, pushing his cheeks together. "I want to go all the way tonight, Conner," I said slowly, so he would catch every word. He melted in my hands at that.

"Okay, as much as I would absolutely love that," he explained, "we've still got some things to do before we get there."

"Like what, Conner? I know this bucket list of 'things to do before sex' is self-made. So what's the charge? You want a blowjob?" I asked. I had no idea what I was talking about, I had just talked with Molly about them. Conner gave a salacious grin, and then...laughter.

"And I absolutely love that you have a filthy mouth and no inhibitions. But, I'm saving myself for the right time, Smithey," Conner joked with me. I hit him on his bare chest, and then realized that I had his shirt on. I unbuttoned the topmost button to bare a little of my own chest. I drug my fingers down my body, trailing between my breasts, following Conner's eyes with my own as he raked them down my body. "No matter how incredibly sexy you look in my shirt."

I leaned forward, just barely touching my lips to his ear. "I want to do something for you, Conner. It is called 'friends-with-benefits,' not just 'friend-with-benefit'." I then migrated downward, to his adam's apple, then the hollow of this throat, then his chest. I maneuvered my body to get closer to his stomach, and used my tongue to trace a trail down to his belly button. Conner's eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"Holy shit, Smithey. How the hell do you know how to do that?" He seemed surprised.

"I had a little bit to drink tonight, and figured I'd try it," I trailed kisses back up to his neck. "When you know as much as I know about this stuff, the only direction you can go is up."

I nipped his neck where the vein lay pumping blood to and from his brain, and then blew on the red spot I'd made. I felt Conner's body shiver underneath me. "Are you sure you want to...?" He asked again, but his voice was strained.

"I want to," I said, no tremble evident in my voice. "I'm sure. You just might have to...show me. Like, what exactly to do."

Conner looked around the room for a minute before he seemed to allow himself to go to a certain place in his headspace. "Okay, Griff. But first, we're gonna make out a little. I want to make sure you're there. Ready for it." I nodded and moved back to my position straddling his legs. He reached up to touch my face, and pulled me closer to him. His tongue traced my lower lip, begging entry to my mouth. I parted my lips and let his tongue find mine. His hands were tracing patterns up and down my arms, raising gooseflesh. He bared his teeth and grazed them down my jawline, my chin, and nipped at the base of my throat, blowing on the assault, the same as I had done him. It was a burning ice feeling that went from my neck to my core.

I started my descent, more naturally than before. I retraced my movements, trailing down his torso, coming to a stop where the waistband to his boxers blocked me. I dipped my fingers below the band and Conner moaned, positioning his hands over mine and helping me pull them down. I repositioned so that he could kick them the rest of the way off. I sat back on my heels and looked down. My eyes went wide. How on earth was I going to fit that thing in my mouth? Much less...anywhere else? Conner laughed, "You okay, Griffy?"

"Yeah, I just. How do I...?"

"Here, give me you hand first. I'll show you, like at the lake," he said. I nodded my consent. "You have to say it out loud, Griff, so I know you're okay with it," Conner looked at me sternly.

I knew he wouldn't go any further unless I verbalized my consent. So I said, "Please, Conner. Show me how to do to you what you did to me." I wanted to make him feel the way he had made me feel earlier that night. I wanted to see what it would look like when he lost control.

That was consent enough for him, and he took my right hand, guiding it to his member. He wrapped my fingers around him and started pumping them up and down. A carnal sound came from his throat and I squeezed as a reflex, making him wince. "Not quite that hard, Griffy," he grunted. I loosened my grip and started pumping the silky skin in my palm. As he took his hand away from mine, I continued pumping. I started twisting my hand, and Conner's head rolled back to rest on the headboard. He sucked in air. "I'm going to come if you keep doing it like that, Griff."

I could see his shoulders tensing, the muscles in his stomach clenching. He began to shake, and I was satisfied watching him come unraveled just because of my touch. I got really brave and leaned down, my hair brushing Conner's inner thigh. I wrapped my lips around his tip and sucked my cheeks in. Conner lost it. His hips jerked, his fists grabbed at the comforter like he was trying to keep himself from floating away. And I got a spurt of hot liquid in my mouth. I almost gagged, but kept myself from the embarrassing reflex somehow. I swallowed what I was assuming had been Conner coming. His breaths were short and ragged. I sat back on my heels again, feeling accomplished.

"You didn't have to do that, Griffin," he said, but his heart wasn't in the statement. "But, damn. That's the quickest I've ever come. I wasn't expecting you to...," Conner trailed off and grinned. I could see his million megawatt smile through the darkness of the hotel room.

"So...what do you want to do now?" I asked.

Conner pulled the sheets up around him, covering himself. "We could, uh, rent a movie? Order room service? You hungry?"

"Starving, actually," I laughed.