5. Fallon

Fallon

T he hammock sways gently in the breeze, and I snuggle deeper into Peyton's strong arms, wrapping my leg over his hip, "You know we should probably put some clothes on." I say, running my hand over his naked chest.

"What fun would that be? Besides, I like having easy access to all your parts." He rolls one of my nipples through his fingers, making me push my drenched pussy into his thigh.

Will there ever be a time when I'm not soaked around him? It's almost embarrassing how wet I am for him all the time, and I've only known him for three days.

"Why so serious?" His hand skims up my neck onto my jaw, as he tips my head up for a kiss.

I could spend the rest of my life here with him—is what I want to say to him, but instead, I slowly slide my leg over his hips until I'm straddling him with his cock deep inside me, "I thought we could try out the hammock since we've done it everywhere else inside and outside the house."

"Such a horny little thing, aren't you." His hands grab my waist when I begin to roll my hips. "As much as I want to see this through, I don't think either one of us is going to come out of this without some kind of injury, and we both have the Super Bowl to perform at. I can see the headlines now "Famous couple injured in a freak hammock sex accident."

The mention of the Super Bowl breaks the magic spell the hammock created. Needing to forget that this is all a lie, I roll my hips faster.

"Shit, Fallon, You are so fucking hot. You're like a goddess, tempting me with your luscious body. My very own temptress."

The swaying of the hammock speeds up with each roll of my hips, making me almost feel like I'm flying, "Yes, Peyton! I love riding your cock." I moan, letting the waves crashing on the shore carry the sound of my voice away.

I run my hands over my chest, rolling each nipple between my fingers, bouncing harder and faster on Peyton when I feel a tingling in my core. I slide a hand down my body, letting my fingers glide across my clit. A hot, tight pressure takes over my whole body as I come around Peyton's cock, all the while the hammock sways dangerously from side to side.

Peyton's leg shifts under me as he slides his foot to the sand, stabilizing the once out-of-control hammock. His grip on me tightens as he thrusts up into me one last time, shooting his hot cum deep inside of me.

"Fallon!" He shouts my name, and I smile, thankful that I will always have the memory of him calling my name in the moment of pleasure.

I collapse on his chest, our erratic breathing starting to slow down. "That was amazing," I say, making sure to keep his cock inside me. "Now I think I want to take a nap."

"You want to take a nap out here, with my cock still buried inside your tight little pussy?"

"Sure." I shrug. "Haven't you ever heard of cock warming?"

"I haven't, but how do you know about it?" He shifts under me.

"Settle down—you know it's not from experience. I read about it in one of my romance novels."

"Maybe I need to read one of these romance novels sometime."

"Maybe." I sigh and snuggle down deeper into his chest, the shade of the trees and the sway of the hammock lulling me to sleep making me never want to leave this ocean paradise.