Falling Under (Falling 3)

He groans. “Goddamn, Ky. That’s mean. Cruel and unusual punishment.”

I laugh and flick his tip with my tongue. “But effective, right?”

He shudders and his hips piston, trying to get closer to my mouth, seeking relief. I don’t give it to him. “Fuck, baby. I’m not…not telling. It’s a surprise. A good surprise. You want it to be a surprise. Just try to trust me on this, will you?” He growls. “I’m going crazy here, baby.”

“Just a hint?” I beg.

He hisses as I pump my fingers up and down his length. “Fuck…fuck. If I give you a hint, you’ll make me come?”

“So hard, baby. I swear.”

He laughs, and then lets his head thump back against the wall. I slow my hands on him, drawing it out. He can’t help moving into my touch, and I know I’ve got him.

But then he moves like a striking snake. There’s no warning, no chance of resisting. One second I’m in control, on my knees in front of him with his thick c**k in my hands and my lips descending to finish him off, and then the next second I’m on my hands and knees, and he’s behind me.

I open my mouth to protest, but all that comes out is a gasping shriek. He’s in me, sliding deep, fast, hard, and I can only whimper.

“Oz…Jesus, Oz. Oh, god.” All my demands and plans are ruined. He’s in control now, hands gripping my hips, pulling me against him, drawing moans from me.

He leans over me, bites my earlobe. “You want a hint, baby? I’ll give you a hint. It’s a surprise. A really, really, big” —he emphasizes this with a hard thrust that has me rocking forward— “surprise.”

I can’t help but move back into him, needing what he’s giving me now. “Why won’t you tell me?”

“Because you have to wait till tomorrow.” He breathes into my ear, his breath hot. “Don’t you trust me, baby?”

“Yeah, I trust you,” I gasp.

“Then let it be a surprise.”

I’m on the edge now, a few strokes away from coming hard. “Okay, Oz. Okay. Okay. I trust you.”

He pulls out, and I whimper in shock. “NO! Fuck, Oz, put it back in, please, I need it, I was right there!”

He chuckles, and I feel the tip slide in, but it’s nowhere near enough. “You trust me, baby?”

I nod and try to rock to get the fullness back. “Yeah, Oz, I trust you.”

He flutters his hips, giving me tiny, shallow, insufficient, teasing thrusts. “You wouldn’t want to ruin my surprise, would you?”

“No…no.” I seek relief, unashamedly begging. “Please…please…”

He’s groaning, growling. “You were sneaky, Kylie. That was a very sneaky and devious thing you did.”

“I’m sorry…I’m just…I’m dying of curiosity.”

He pulls out, and I whimper, but then he rolls me to my back, lifts my heels over his shoulders and drives in, sudden, hard, and perfect. “You’re afraid, is what you are.”

“Yeah, you’ve never kept any secrets from me.”

“I know. But this is a good secret.”

“A good secret?”

He slides out and back in, and I’m whimpering abjectly. “Yeah, sweetness. A very good one. That’s all the hints you’ll get.”

“It almost worked, though, didn’t it?” I ask, watching him through the “V” of my legs.

He nods, eyes fluttering and shuttering closed. “Very…very nearly. Why do you think we’re doing this on the floor? A few more seconds, and I would’ve told you.”

I groan, partly in frustration and partly in delighted pleasure as he starts to rock into me hard and fast. “Fuck, Oz. I almost had you?”

He groans. “Yeah, baby. That sweet mouth of yours…oh, shit. I’m right there…”

“You’d better not stop, Oz. You’d better not f**king stop…”

“Hell no…”

And then we explode together, my heels wrapped around his neck, and then he’s leaning over me and my legs are clenched like vises around his back and we’re gasping and trembling and rocking together, breathing together.

A few moments of his weight resting on me, and then Oz stands up, lifts me in his arms, and carries me to his bed. “I can’t believe you tried that.”

I laugh and curl into his arms. “What, tried to suck the truth out of you?”

“Yeah. Is it that hard to just trust me?”

I feather my fingers over his cock, needing more already. “Yeah. You’ve been acting really weird, babe.”

He huffs a laugh, then moans as he starts to harden in my hand. “God, Kylie. Insatiable, aren’t you?”

“Would you have it any other way?”

“Fuck no! I’m the luckiest guy on earth, sweetness, and well I know it. But do you really think I’d ever do anything to hurt you?”

“No,” I say, throwing my leg over his hip and straddling him. “I just…I guess I still can’t believe how much I love you, how happy you make me, and I don’t—I don’t want anything to change that.”

“Nothing can, Kylie. Nothing in the whole world.”

This time, it’s slow and tender and gentle, and his eyes never leave mine, and as we implode together, his lips meet mine and our breathing merges and time stops and the heaven itself shatters through us, weaving our souls together.

* * *

Sunday, the day of the concert. Pre-show jitters have us all a little on edge. This is the biggest show any of us have ever done, even Mom and Dad.

The Harris Mountain Boys go on first, Mom and Dad second, and Oz and I third. At the end of our regular set, Mom and Dad come out, and the four us play a few songs together, and then Amy, Gareth, and Buddy come out, and we all jam for almost half an hour, and the crowd is going crazy.

Finally, the show is over. We’re all saying thank you, bowing, basking in the wild energy of the crowd.

The lights go down, and we all make our way off-stage.

And then the lights go on, and Oz and Daddy are back on the stage, plugging their guitars back in.

“Ya’ll don’t mind one more little song, do you?” Daddy asks into the mic.

“NO!” comes the enthusiastic response.

Mom and I glance at each other. This wasn’t part of the planned set; this is the surprise.

“Good, ’cause Oz and I here have a little surprise.” He claps Oz on the shoulder.