Free Fall
Part Three
by SarAdora


"Come to me," she husked when he freed his erection. His phallus was thick and leaking and she wanted to taste his eagerness for her. "You are magnificently hard," she sighed, reaching for him as he lowered himself between her thighs.

Craig smiled, teasing her with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down between her folds, his hips slowly moving forward, retreating, teasing her again.

"Now!" she hissed, unable to wait much longer. "Now, Mr. A.D. or I'll..."

"You'll what, Pipster?" he grinned, leaning on his elbows and cupping her breasts together, his lips roaming freely between them. "You going to let that queer bird take a shot at me?"

Pip's laughter joined his as they both tried to conjure the scene and before Craig realized what she was doing, her hand slipped between them and she pulled him into her body.

"Naughty," he groaned, thrusting deeply and filling her. "Very naughty," he said again. "Gonna make you suffer for that." He tried to keep his thrusts slow and shallow, keep her wanting and on the edge, but he couldn't. She was hot and wet and her thighs were squeezing his hips and the scent of their arousal all combined to overwhelm him. He gave up slow and easy and thrust deeply and harder, losing himself in her lush body.

Pip tightened her inner walls around him. She couldn't remember ever feeling so full. Craig was well endowed, more than she imagined. He stretched her and it felt so good, she wasn't sure she'd ever be satisfied again. Her hand slid between them, reaching for her clit, but before she could touch herself, he stopped her.

"Uh-uh, Pipster. That's mine, tonight."

"Please," she whimpered.

"No," he said firmly and changed the angle of his thrusts to stimulate her with the side of his cock as he pushed into her. He knew he was close and slowed down, rotating his hips, teasing her G-spot until she tightened around him again and moaned softly. At last, he gave her what she wanted, pinching her clit with his fingers as his thrusting increased in speed and depth. The macaw screeched "Ooo-rah!" when Craig roared his release.

"My bird wants to fuck you," she said quietly when she could speak.

"Can't," Craig choked on his laughter. "Got my hands full right here, right now, with you." He held onto her when he rolled on his back, the head of his exhausted organ still inside her. "Gonna fuck you again, Pipster," he promised. "Have to... need more... you're delicious... hot... so soft... so sweet," he murmured, his palms cupping her ass and kneading the flesh. "Anyone ever tell you you're built like a brick shithouse?" he asked matter-of-factly as if that was the most romantic thing he could think of to say after satisfactory sex.

"Mamzer!" she muttered under her breath. "Fagele mamzer!"

He chuckled. "What dirty word did you just call me?"

"Bastard," she replied, lifting her head to kiss him.

He grabbed her - one hand on the back of her head, the other on her back and kissed her - hard - then pushed her on her back. Before her next breath, his mouth was pulling and plucking at her nipples, making them tingle, pleasure so deep, it was almost on the edge of pain. She wanted more.

"I *am* a bastard," he admitted, the rumble of his chest vibrating against her as he chuckled. "However, my parents were married at the time of my birth."

"It was a characteristic you cultivated?" Pip asked, arching her back as he suckled her nipples.


She felt his lips smile against her breasts and massaged his scalp and neck. "How long did it take you to master the art of bastardom?"

"Not long at all," he said softly, moving down her body to lick perspiration off her skin. "Not nearly as long as it took me to get into your pants."

"What?" she yelled, trying to push him off her.

Craig laughed. Pip could no more push his body off her than she could put her fist through a brick wall. "You miserable bastard!" she spat.

He rose up and covered her body, holding it down with his weight, her arms locked between them, and kissed her until she couldn't breathe. When he let her up for air, he smiled at her, a sweet and tender smile and kissed her again, this time gently.

"You're very easy to tease, Pipster. I'm becoming addicted to teasing you. I'm becoming addicted to fucking you, too. Kiss me," he ordered.

She did.

"What was the other word you called me?" he asked out of the blue.

"Fagele," she repeated.

"What does it mean?"

"Not telling you," she wisely decided.

"Tell me."


"I'll torment you," he warned.

"How?" she asked, surprisingly calm at this declaration.

His laughter was soft as he rolled onto his side and stroked her, his hands moving leisurely over her shoulders, drifting down her back and over her butt. When he got to her upper thighs, he pulled one over his hip and held it there while his other arm slipped under her, his fingers exploring her sex.

Pip gasped when his fingers pushed inside her from behind. She was wet and juicy from their coupling but the feel of his palm on the lower part of her bottom and his thick fingers inside her sent her body reeling into space. She arched back into his hand, making him chuckle.

"Mamzer," she said again. "Fagele mamzer."

"You want more?" he asked, pulling his fingers out of her dripping core, a feral grin spreading across his face.

"I'm going to..." she sputtered.

"No, you're not," Craig laughed. "I am."

He teased her, one hand cupping her butt, his fingers pushing in and out of her while his other hand worried her clit. His mouth suckled one breast, then the other, going back and forth until her nipples tingled with the pleasure of his tongue. He brought her to the edge again and again and retreated when it looked like she was going to have an orgasm.

"Craig, please," she whimpered between gasps, desperate for release.

"What does fagele mean?" he asked, pinching her clit gently, not yet giving her what she wanted.

"Little bird," Pip answered, giving him the literal translation.

"Little bird bastard?" he asked, sitting up and looking at her. "Little bird bastard? What the hell does that mean?"

"That's what the words actually mean," Pip pronounced, moving back to lean against the headboard.

The look of innocence on her face did not go unnoticed. Craig grinned and yanked her legs up to his shoulders so she was lying back on the bed. "Little bird bastard," he chuckled. "Okay, if that's all you want to tell me." His mouth covered her sex and he started out slow - lapping her juices, sucking the fullness of her labia and teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. His hands remained on her butt, kneading the flesh and teasing the cleft. His mouth led her over the edge and she skyrocketed into space, blinded by white light... soft rosy light and then the peaceful bliss that comes from satisfied coitus.

"Good?" he questioned, reaching up to cup her breasts and suckle them again.

"Mmmm," was all she could manage, her body floating, her mouth unable to form coherent speech.

"I'll take that as a yes," he grinned. "If it was that good, I think you should experience it again," and with that declaration, he buried his face between her luscious thighs and lapped her juices. When his tongue snaked over her clit, she jerked back, sensitive from her previous orgasm and not able to endure more loving until she was calm.

He pulled her back, holding her down and licked her soft folds. Her clit was engorged, her labia slightly swollen and the mouth of her sex, glistening. He felt the shivers course through her, the quivering of her hips and thighs delighted him. She was on fire, vacillating between trying to push him away and burning with need and desire, squeezing his neck with her thighs, and anxious for release.

"Enough, Pip?" His voice gentle, he lifted his head for a moment and caught his breath. She was sprawled before him, her arms outstretched, her hands fisted in the covers and her body coated with a film of moisture. Her curls were soaked and her thighs were slick from their combined juices. She was beautiful in her heat - erotically beautiful. "Not enough," he murmured, spreading her folds once again and suckled her clit, the tip of his tongue teasing it until she soared. And when she did, he entered her again and found his own release.

"It means you're sweet... gay... not a manly gay, more of a not-so-manly gay," she whispered when she could speak.

He chuckled, the rumble of his laughter filling her ears as it vibrated against her chest. "A bottom, so to speak?"

"Mmmm," she agreed.

"Do you still think I'm a fagele?" he smiled, cupping her cheek and kissing her.

"Not at the moment, but you're definitely a mamzer."

"I can live with that," he grinned. "And you're a cock teaser," he told her without rancor. "A beautiful cock teaser. My cock is going to want you again, soon."

"I have to work tomorrow. I stand when I sign," she informed him. "If you keep fucking me, I'm not going to be able to stand very long."

"You better call in sick," he grinned. "The night's young and you're too delicious for me to ignore. I've just begun to love you, baby. I'm going to love you with my mouth," he growled low, "then my cock is going to fill you. Then we're going to start over. I'll make sure you really need that sick day. You won't be standing any time soon. And if you continue to make me crazy with your words, I'm going to blister your ass and you won't be sitting any time soon, either."

"Do you make a habit of beating the women you fuck?"

"No, but I'll be happy to start with you if you don't do something about your mouth."

"What the fuck is the matter with my mouth?"

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than she was face down over his lap and his hand was connecting harshly with her bottom. "No cursing! No more foul words! Not in English or in any other language including sign language. Is that clear?" He yelled, each word accompanied by a hard and heavy slap.

"You son of a bitch!" She yelled back between gasps and howls as his hand blazed fire on her posterior. "You fucking son of a bitch!"

"Try again," he chuckled, the humor of her words tickling his funny bone. "I can keep this up all night," he added as he elevated the heat on her bottom to a three-alarm fire.

"That's probably the only thing you can keep up all night, you mamzer!" And then she collapsed from the pain.

He turned her, cupping her hot bottom with one hand, his other tilting her chin up and pressed his lips against hers. "You're delicious, Pipster. You're beautiful, too," he murmured between kisses. "I want to make love to you again... and again... and if I have to blister your bottom until your mouth is as sweet as your body, I will."

"FUCK HER!" the macaw screamed from the other room.

"I'm going to kill that bird," Pip groaned.

"I bet he's a big hit at parties," Craig chuckled and they both laughed at the absurdity of the moment.

"No more of that spank slap stuff." She groaned at the heat on her bottom as she reached a hand behind her to rub the soreness there.

Craig grabbed her hand and held it between their bodies. "Mine, Pipster. Tonight, you're mine. Every inch of you is mine."

She arched a brow.

Rubbing his face against hers, his tongue caught the few tears she had shed. "Going to give me an argument?"


"I'm disappointed in you, Pipster," he told her as he eased her back across his lap. "You're a slow learner. Is that the real reason you left the FBI's training program?"

Before she could form a reply, his hand immediately re-ignited the fire on her bottom and in-between howls of indignation, the macaw screamed echoes of the curses she hurled in Craig's direction.

~ End Part Three ~

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