Page 58 of Lessons in Falling
Val.Baby,I breathed, hoping to get her attention off my lips long enough to finish my sentence.But the words only seemed to encourage her.Her hand grazed across the outline of my hard dick, cupped it and continued teasing up and down my length.
Torturous, I thought.Fucking perfect, I corrected.
I twitched against my boxer briefs, and Valentina moaned against my lips; half a mind on what she was doing with her hands, the other on kissing me so wholly, I forgot my concerns for a weak second.
I need you,she confessed, brought some distance between us to look at me.Her hand was still busy teasing the shit out of me.Now.Here.Please,she pleaded again, just like she had last night.Only that last night, we’d been on a deserted beach, out of earshot of the house, and the people inside it.
Your friends,I tried to reason again, but it was getting significantly harder, the more turned on I was.Which, we’d established already, was: very.
Valentina shook her head, round eyes blinking innocently at me.Those were her puppy-eyes; that look Iris had warnedme about.The one that would get her anything she’d wanted, including me, apparently.I’ll be quiet.I promise.And the desperation in her voice was so hot, I almost fell for it.
I raised my brows.Can you?I asked, lips twitching.That would be news to me.
My eyes flitted through the room, trying to find a solution to our problem before I threw her reasons to hell, and she’d regret it the second I pulled out of her.The window-sill I’d been wanting to bend her over looked inviting, but wouldn’t do much to muffle her—or, honestly,our—sounds.Same with the small desk, or the dresser beside the door to the bathroom.
I blinked one, two, three times, my eyes glued to it.Fucking Eureka,I muttered, looking at the solution to our problem.
Valentina followed my gaze, twisted and turned on my lap until she was looking at the bathroom, too.I tried not to let her wiggling against my hard cock affect me, and failed when I groaned lowly, hands flexing on her waist.
The look in her eyes spoke volumes, and I knew she’d come to the same realization when she’d said,Shower.Now.
I’d never gotten up faster.
Secured in my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist, I carried Valentina into the bathroom, and we barely managed to close and lock the door behind us before we were at it again.Her body pressed against the door, one hand curling around my neck, the other busy with the waistband of my boxers again.
We’re so stupid,she whispered against my lips, out of breath.We could’ve been doing this the entire time, and we never once thought about showering together.
Wrong,I interjected.I thought about it a number of times.Every time I was in here by myself, probably.Pumping my cock to the thought of her, trying to relieve some of that sexual frustration we’d been working up for weeks.
The bathroom wasn’t big.Sink to the left, toilet beside it, and the walk-in shower stretching across the short wall opposite the door.Blue tiles inside, gold accents all around.Pretty, honestly, but not what I was focused on right now.The girl pinned against the door made me not even dare a glance around.
Really?she asked, but she didn’t seem surprised.And you kept the idea all to yourself.How selfish of you, Caden.
My name out of her mouth was like music to my ears.Made the last bit of restraint I was holding onto snap.My hands roamed her body, stripped the oversized shirt over her head, and she stood in front of me with nothing but her panties on.The lacy ones from a few months ago—I’d recognize the way they hugged her curves anywhere.For months, I’d seen it every time I’d closed my eyes.
Valentina,I breathed, and I didn’t mean to.My fingertips trailed along her collarbones, watching her squirm under my touch, blush under my gaze.I was discerning every single one of her reactions, every subtle twitch of her eyes when she wanted to let them fall shut, every time her lips parted in a soundless moan.My fingers trailed down her skin, across her breasts, to the dip of her waist and the curve of her hips, until they played with the fabric of her panties.
I was straining against my own underwear, so hard it was almost painful—in the good way.In the way that made me know that whatever happened next would be spectacular.Mylips followed the path my fingers had carved.Kissed her collarbones, sucked on her nipple, then trailed down her waist and hips until I kneeled in front of her.Until my teeth hooked under the fabric, and I slowly slid them down her body.
From above me, I heard a whimper, and I wasn’t even touching her yet.Her panties fell the rest of the way to the floor, and my eyes batted open to look at her.A mess, arched off the door behind her, hand in my short hair, teeth digging into her bottom lip.You said you’d be able to keep quiet,I reminded her with a knowing smile.The water’s not even running yet.
Valentina tried to glare at me, but the second I placed a gentle kiss against her core, let my tongue roll against her clit just once, she was done for.Her head fell back with a thud against the wood, and the hand not in my hair tried to grasp for purchase, landing on the door handle.
Seeing her this way, sprawled against a wall, completely naked and ready for me, my cock was about to burst through my briefs.And as much as I’d love for her to take me out of them, I couldn’t wait.I made quick work of it, shrugged off my underwear and threw it somewhere behind me.With my dick sprung against my stomach, twitching, tip glistening, I got off my knees.I was so turned on, for a second I worried I couldn’t even stand straight.
Five seconds later, after her gaze slowly wandered up my legs, lingered on my cock, and then snapped to my eyes, I turned us, walked her backward until she hit the shower glass.Anticipation hummed in the air between us once the water pattered against the floor.I gave it ten seconds to warm up, then walked us under the stream.
And there was something magical about Valentina Rhodes, naked and wet, soaked hair streaking her face, round eyes expectantly looking up at me with a million unspoken words on her lips.So turned on, her hand had disappeared between her own thighs.So needy, the other had wrapped around my cock.
Have I told you how beautiful you are?I asked, kissing along her shoulders, nibbling and sucking her skin long and hard enough to coerce quiet sounds out of her.She was still playing with herself, and I kind of liked seeing her take initiative like that.After all, no matter how good she thought I was—an eleven out of ten, apparently—she could still do it better herself.
I turned her, back against my stomach, lips continuing to trail along her wet skin, shoulders, spine.Hm?Have I?I pushed, when all I’d gotten in response was her head thrown back against my chest.
Maybe,she moaned.I don’t know.Are you—?She cut herself off, and I wasn’t sure if it was a shred of embarrassment or the fact my fingers started playing with her nipples that cut her off.Maybe a combination of both.
Am I what?
She hesitated, threw a glance at me across her shoulder.She must’ve seen the same desperation, the same kind of visceral need, in my eyes, and it made her go on.You’re clean, right?You get tested regularly?
