Page 31 of Lessons in Falling
Caden shrugged.Like it was nothing, he slid my panties down my thighs.Taking his sweet time, fingers grazing my skin and becoming even slower when he’d almost had them at my calves.
I was not surprised to hear him say,They’re soaked, sweetheart,before he looked back up at me to finally clear up my confusion.I enjoy your company.
I’ve been rude, and unaccommodating.Honestly, outright mean—
He huffed in amusement as he threw my panties somewhere across the room.Alright.I enjoy your company, even when you’re rude and unaccommodating and outright mean.
But that didn’t make any sense—Now,he muttered, and his focus must’ve drifted off in sync with his gaze, raking up my bare legs, taking me in, basically naked on his bed.Arethere any other concerns we need to address right here, right now?Or can we move on to—
Oh, right.Yes.Move on to finally stilling that pulsing need that had dropped all the way to my core.I reached for the hem of his shirt before he could finish his sentence, and he helped me pull it over his head without a second thought.I meant to reach for his shorts next, but he caught my hands in his.Kissed my knuckles once, and shook his head.So impatient.What I meant to say,he rasped, slowly pushing my arms up and pinning my wrists against the pillow.Can we move on to your first orgasm?
Every semi-rational thought still occupying my mind washed away.Made space for Caden, and the way he kissed down my body.Chest, torso, hips.He nodded at my hands.Keep them over your head.
And I didn’t want to find out what might happen if I didn’t.Good girl,he hummed against me, and I pulsed in reciprocation.In want, and need, and a million other things on the same spectrum.
See.He teased one finger along my core, watched me writhe with anticipation, and still refused to fill me.How nice you are to me when it’s just us, in a dimly lit room in the middle of the night?You’re making up for every mean thing you’ve said to me right now, baby.Just keep being as good as you are.
I didn’t have enough time to grasp what his words were doing to me—why my cheeks were burning with pride, not embarrassment—because he was everywhere, suddenly.The tip of his tongue on my clit, his finger inside of me, both moving in sync with the other.Slowly first—like he was savoringthe taste and feel of me, remembering what it had been like last time—before picking up his pace.
And it took everything in me not to wake the whole house.Eyes closed, lips parted despite my best efforts, I managed not to let more than soft, muted sounds escape them, and even then, they were panted into the pillow.Suppressed enough, hopefully.
It felt like an eternity of bliss and two minutes all at once.I couldn’t say which was reality, in the end, but I had not been prepared to be this quick.To feel release on the horizon when it seemed he’d barely started.But perhaps the entire week leading up to this—the few times I’d already thought about this exact moment—had had its benefit.
Caden had found my sweet spot, and he knew it, too.
That’s it, hm?he muttered, and I couldn’t do anything other than nod, because opening my mouth meant more than just a simplefuck, yeswould escape.Moans, and groans, and please, please, please, repeated over and over again until—
I came.
It couldn’t have been more than five minutes, like he’d remembered exactly which buttons to press.Like he’d challenged himself to see how fast he could get me there.Turned out,very.
Emerging from between my thighs, he trailed a string of kisses up my legs, stomach, chest—not just leaving goose-bumps behind, but making me shudder underneath his touch as I came down from my high.When his face popped into my vision, he wore a satisfied smile.
I’m impressed, Rhodes,he said, voice gravelly.Keeping that quiet, it couldn’t have been easy.For a moment there you really had me worried this wasn’t doing it for you—
I shook my head, breath still heavy.Oh, no.It did it.It definitely did it.I took another deep breath, eyes on the upper bunk above us.He sat between my legs.Sorry.Just with everyone around.I shrugged, like it was explanation enough.Is it less… exciting for you?When I’m not…I hesitated.Expressing myself?
How selfish of me,I thought.But the one thing I’d been thinking more thanwow,oh my God, andhe’s really good at this, was:shut up, Valentina, your friends are spread all over this house, and they cannot hear you like this.Not with him, anyway.
Caden blinked at me, brows furrowing.Sorry?he repeated.You’re sorry?Like he couldn’t quite believe the word had come out of my mouth.His hand had moved to my leg, trailing up and down my skin.By now, I’d gotten used to his touch, and instead of sending aftershocks through my body, it just felt soothing.Seeing you—feelingyou struggling to hold back might’ve been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,he said unapologetically.
My cheeks flushed pink again, and maybe it encouraged him to keep going.You have to stop worrying whether I am or am not enjoying myself.You can assume I am.Always just assume I’m having the time of my life when I’m with you.
Like this, I added.When I’m with you, like this—naked, in bed, giving you orgasms and waiting for mine.Which reminded me of the fact he was still straining against his shorts.
When I reached for his bulge, felt it twitch against my hand, and watched his eyes fall shut from the unexpected touch, I hummed in approval.There was a wet spot, right by his tip, that was hard to ignore.
I am worried, though,I sighed, fiddling with the waist-band of his shorts.My fingers dipped behind it, then trailed back out and up his chest.Quite quickly, he’d been turned into the one trembling underneath my touch.
What about, baby?
It was hard to believe how quickly I’d had him.One touch, and Caden Callahan, six-foot-something, muscles of steel, almost-captain of the HBU soccer team, was willing to do whatever it took.One touch, and he was looking at me like I might be the answer to all his problems.
You.My hand slid over his bulge again, and he sucked in a sharp breath.This.
I sat up.Again, his eyes fell shut when I began fiddling with the waistband of his shorts.Only this time, I followed through.Snapped it against his skin once, then pulled them over his bulge.It twitched against his boxer briefs, and the spot of pre-cum was glaringly obvious against the grey fabric.He leaned back with a low sound when I pulled those down, too.
Need any help with that?I wondered.My eyes batted open, and immediately connected with his.
