Falling Over (Falling In Series Book 3)

by Andrea Hopkins

  Ben’s lips are tentative at first, relearning mine meticulously, gracefully, as if he’s cherishing the feel, savoring the taste just as mine are doing to his. Our tongues dance and twirl around the other in a slow cadence as my hands seize his t-shirt, crumpling the fabric with my fingertips.

  But then I moan and it’s like a switch is flipped. His mouth turns hungry, ravenous—tongue plunging, mingling with mine deeply as his lips move frantically, stealing my breath and making my heart beat wildly out of my chest. My hands clutch his shirt tightly, undoubtedly stretching the damn thing, but the need to feel him closer is unbearable.

  And then, he moans, and the delicious sound has my body throbbing viciously, loving his touch, basking in his kiss but still needing more. The ache in my core is growing too strong, too fast. As if he could read my mind, Ben’s hands find my ass, cupping the denim-covered cheeks and lifting me up against his body. My legs wrap around his waist, pressing my impatient trollop of a vagina against his midsection, garnering a slight reprieve but not nearly enough to sate what is coursing through me.

  That’s when I start grinding. With each swipe of his tongue inside my mouth, my hips roll—the seam of my jean shorts hitting just the right spot. I moan his name this time, loud and needy while he releases a string of curses as his strong fingers bite into my bare thighs. His lips skim down the slope of my neck, scattering small kisses, licks, and nips on my flushed skin, cultivating a dangerously coiled ticking time bomb of tension deep in my belly.

  My head is spinning in the most beautiful way. I feel hot and reckless and so fucking famished for this man—aching, begging him with my body to finally put us out of our misery. To end the years of torment we’ve inflicted on each other. He licks right under my left ear lobe and I almost come on the spot, moaning so loud I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so focused on my pussy and her greed.

  Ben curses against my skin—the words vulgar, even for me, which is saying a lot. And then much to my dismay, he unglues our mouths, releases his hold on me and takes a step back after I slide down his body.

  I’m immediately cold.

  “Why’d you stop?” I ask, staring up at him in confusion and clocking the pained look on his face. He runs his fingers through his hair, causing the strands to stand straight up in different directions, yet he still looks like he should be on the cover of GQ. Damn him.

  “If we keep going at it like this, I’m going to end up throwing you over the foot of the bed and fucking you senseless from behind.”

  “What’s wrong with that?” I ask, not seeing the problem here. He groans so loud, I know the neighbors definitely heard him.

  “Nothing is wrong with that…if you were any other girl. But you’re not just any other girl, Bug. You’re the girl. And it’s your first time and it’s our first time together. It should be more than a quick fuck. We can do that later. But not now.”

  He licks his lips and his eyes look slightly dazed as his knuckle skims along the exposed skin underneath the bottom of my cropped tank. And then he hooks the fabric with his fingers, pulling it over my head before I can take another breath. He tells me to turn around, and I comply. His hands are light on my skin, barely brushing up my spine, but damn do I feel his touch—it’s imprinting, overwhelming, sealing our fate, if only for tonight. He unhooks my bra and it falls to the floor on top of the pitiful excuse I call a shirt. I turn back around and his eyes widen before growing heavy, his throat working overtime to gulp down his flagrant desire.

  “Fuck, Cady. Now I want to own you, just as much as you own me.”

  He brings his thumb to my lips and I lick the pad, swirling my tongue around the tip before sucking it into my mouth, loving the way his body shudders and sways against me. I lightly drag my teeth down his finger as I slowly release it from my mouth. My own body begins to shiver as he draws his wet thumb along the center of my breasts, over my navel and down to the button on my shorts. His eyes pin mine as he expertly unclasps the denim with one hand and shoves them to the floor. I’m not wearing panties, and a quartet of “fucks” are muttered the moment he realizes I’m going full Joey Tribbiani, aka commando.

  Suddenly, he yanks me back into his arms before carefully laying me down onto my bed. He stands tall in front of me, his eyes roving down the expanse of my buck-ass naked body. I’m trembling, but I’m not sure whether it’s from the anticipation, the nerves, or because Ben is looking at me like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. Like I don’t have a few extra pounds everywhere on my body. Like I’m exactly what he had hoped for and what he’s been missing. Like I’m…beautiful.

  Like I’m his.

  “Goddamn it Bug, I don’t know where to start. I want to inhale you. Taste every fucking inch of your skin. Devour and feast on your pussy until you beg me to stop because fuck, baby, I’ve been waiting far too long, and I’m starved.”

  His dirty words make me writhe against the comforter and he smirks knowingly. Cocky sonofabitch.

  “You’re starved, too. I think it’s about time we sate our hunger.”

  He climbs onto the bed, sliding a knee between my thighs and prying them open with his palms. A cross between a moan and growl explodes out of his mouth when his eyes land on a part of me no one else has seen before, aside from me and my gynecologist. He stares. For three seconds, he just stares. I feel vulnerable, exposed, sexy, and so fucking turned on I’m afraid I’m going to come with one single touch, a flick of his finger, and a few dirty words. But then he moves, slowly dragging his index finger through my slit and all the air around me ceases to exist.

  I have officially made it to third base.

  I prop myself up onto my elbows and watch him. I’m barely containing my rising excitement as he places my legs over his broad shoulders and lowers his head to hover just above my pulsating sex. I clench in anticipation.

  The right side of his mouth lifts. His brilliant green eyes bore into mine as he pulls my lady lips apart. I hold in a breath, meeting his gaze dead on. His tongue darts out—flat, warm, and much longer than I ever noticed before—and he gives my inexperienced pussy one long, tantalizing lick, following the same line his finger just traced moments ago, and I’m pretty sure my eyes roll into the back of my head.

  “Fuck, Cadybug,” Ben groans against my spread open pussy, his breath hot and very welcome on my most sensitive part. “You taste so goddamn good.” His voice is strained and sexy as hell. His eyes strap me to the bed for three heady seconds. He smiles that deadly, complete smile, and then shoves his beautiful face into my pussy.

  His tongue is assaulting, wet and demanding. It reaches places I never could with my fingers or the bullet vibrator that is at the bottom of my nightstand. Places I never even knew existed until this very moment with Ben, who is far too skilled for a nineteen-year old (definitely not going to read into that too much, and it’s not like I didn’t know he was a dirty ho in high school, ’cause yeah, I did but I digress because damn). His style shifts then, giving me so many different variations and angles, I’m completely overwhelmed in the best damn way possible. Long laps change into clit flicking with the point of his tongue until I’m just on the brink, and then he switches to swirling in a figure eight motion, and if I’m not mistaken, reciting the fucking Declaration of Independence. And when I reach the point of knowing without a doubt that this couldn’t get any better, the asshole adds a finger. One long, single digit, invading my tightness, going where no man has ever gone before. It feels foreign but also fan-fucking-tastic. He pumps in and out as his tongue continues to pillage and plunder like a professional pussy-pirate. In a matter of minutes, I’m a writhing cursing mess—tugging his hair, lifting my hips to a near bridge position while pushing him further into my pussy, chasing the blissful outcome of what I feel coiling deep inside my belly.

  And then it happens. Suddenly. Explosively. Mind-numbingly wonderful.

  Heaven.

  Motherfucking heavenly.

  I come so hard I see stars. Fucking Orion’s
belt is currently twinkling right above me.

  “Holy shit!” I pant, trying to blink away the post epic-orgasm fog, but it’s a stage-five clinger, clouding my vision and my judgment. “I’m pretty sure my vagina is grinning like the Cheshire cat right now. How the hell did you do that?” My pussy isn’t the only part of me that’s smiling. Through the haze, I can feel the dopey-ass grin on my face, and I’m far too blissed out to give a fuck.

  With one eye barely open, I watch Ben rise from the end of the bed—looking just as drugged out as me, if not more so—and crawl over my body, caging me in with his sculpted arms. He lowers his head, grazing the crook of my neck with the tip of his nose. His next words blow on my skin, causing my entire body to shiver and hum while my lady parts clench tightly, begging for more.

  “If you think that was good, you haven’t seen anything yet, Bug. I hope you’re ready, baby.”

  Yasssss!

  “You’re awfully cocky, you know that?”

  He lifts his head from sucking on my earlobe and gives me that illegal-roommate-rule-breaking smile that makes me sigh out loud before I can rein it in. He pushes himself off the bed using those damn sculpted arms that make me want to praise the Lord, leaving me naked and sated but still yearning for more. With his eyes firmly on mine and that smirk that incinerates every set of panties in a ten-mile radius in place on his sexy face, he reaches behind his back and pulls his plain white tee over his head. I eye him, completely absorbed in every miniscule move he makes. My mouth becomes the Sahara Desert as I take in his taut olive skin, literally shining from the light above, showcasing every pronounced ab and that glorious fucking “V” of his hips that I know he works hard for and damn, that hard work is paying off.

  In. Fucking. Spades.

  “I do. And I’m about to show you exactly why.”

  Just as my eyes are beginning to get their fill, he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down to the floor with his boxer briefs. I thought my mouth was dry before. Holy hell.

  I’ve never actually seen a penis in person. Only in the occasional porno and honestly, any time I watched, I was much more turned on by the women. The men seemed…I don’t know, gross and kind of unnecessary. No offense. So, imagine my surprise when I come face to face with Ben’s impressively large, wide, smooth, and neatly trimmed one-eyed snake and find it utterly fucking mouth-watering. Like seriously, I’ve never wanted to demolish my Bob Nob Job card more than in that moment. Yes, mis amigas, that means I am a full-on-too-legit-to-quit-all-hole virgin. Well…was. I was a virgin. Now I’m something else entirely.

  He strokes himself a few times and hot damn, that is without a doubt the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Who knew masturbation voyeurism was my thing? Fuck, I’m so wet. I can feel the moisture coating between my thighs. Every inch of my body is alive, pulsating with exhilarating energy. I’m overwhelmed. Consumed. I feel terrified and yet brave at the same time. The urge to taste him is agonizing—swelling and arresting every damn molecule of my body—and before I can think twice about it, I’m sitting on my ass in front him and taking his cock inside my mouth.

  The sound he makes in that singular moment is nothing short of extraordinary. And motherfucking orgasmic. He’s caught off guard, but in the best way possible. Hungry, so damn hungry, but unsure. He’s fighting a war within himself and his dick, and I love it.

  “Baby, what are you doing? You don’t have to… Fuck, yes, oh shit, right there.” I pop him out of my mouth and starting licking him like a popsicle on a hot Oregon summer day.

  “Stop, Ben. I want this. So shut up and let me suck your dick,” I say between dragging my tongue up and down and swirling around his head. I smile with his tip against my lips as his knees slightly buckle. “I want to make you feel what I felt when you went down on me. It was like…”

  “Magic,” he whispers, and I smile again before sucking him back into my mouth.

  I have no idea what I’m doing here, but whatever I am doing, I’m doing with gusto, and he seems to be enjoying it. My cheeks are hollow as I suck his shaft as far down my throat as possible. I can’t take him all in because if I haven’t mentioned it before, his dick is mammoth. Like seriously, how the hell did he hide this monster from me? I mean, there were rumors in school, but I know firsthand that most rumors are bullshit. Apparently, I was wrong in this instance. I’m quite thankful for that, although I also kind of want to track down every single girl he fucked and personally bitch-slap the shit out of them. Maybe even throw in a hair-pull and a few kicks to their loose vajeens.

  I try to conjure up my inner porn goddess and begin to suck earnestly while using my right hand to move in tandem with my mouth.

  “Holyshitmotherfuckingfucker, Cady! Oh my God, baby!” Ben hisses and gurgles nonsense while his hand hovers over my head like he really wants to grab my hair but is not quite sure if it’s okay. I moan my consent with my mouth full of cock, and he groans so loudly I’m briefly worried a grizzly bear just walked through my door.

  “Fuck it,” he whispers on a groan and then I feel his hands slide down the back of my head. He doesn’t push me but instead strokes my hair like I’m a good little girl and damn, I like it.

  I must like it a little too much though because a couple minutes later, he’s gently pulling me off him. We both groan when his cock leaves my mouth.

  “What are you doing? I didn’t even get to play with your balls yet.” Now I’m pouting about not getting the chance to dip my tongue in the ball pool. Yeah, I know that doesn’t quite work, does it? But you know what I mean.

  Ben throws his head back and mumbles a variety of choice words. Seriously, what happened to the boy who thought ‘eff’ was a curse word?

  “Baby, you can’t say shit like that. Not right now. Not when I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

  “Who said I wanted a gentleman? I sure as fuck didn’t. I just want you, Ben. All of you. Just as you are.”

  The left side of his mouth kicks up and his soul-shaking green eyes zero in on mine, sending anxious shivers down my spine. He leans down and places his hands on my waist before lifting me like I weigh no more than a bag of feathers. I’m tossed onto the center of the bed with a surprised giggle. But my laughter dies down as I watch him reach for his pants and pull out a condom. There are no words between us. Just the sounds of our labored breath and the crinkle of the foil packet as he rips into it with his teeth. His right hand rolls the rubber over his cock with fluidity and experience. My eyes shadow every movement, growing cartoonish as he crawls onto the bed, almost predatorily, opening my thighs once more and squeezing his Adonis-like body in between them.

  Ben leans into me, the warmth of his naked splendor against mine makes me feel instantly safe, but its more than that—it makes me feel alive. His lips brush over my lips slowly, sensually. Licking the top bow teasingly before he finally responds with words, his voice hoarse and raw with a barely contained need that I feel thrumming through my extremities.

  “Then you have me. You always have, Bug. And you always will.”

  “Show me, Ben. Please…show me what I’ve been missing,” I moan against his lips as he slowly grinds his hardness against my damp pussy.

  “All night long, baby,” he voices quietly as he claims my mouth and slams his cock inside of me without warning.

  Well, holy fucking shit!

  Operation Lose Virginity to Reformed Manwhore/The Man of My Dreams Even Though he’s a Dick-Douche Who I May or May Not Love/Hate is officially on like Mahjong.

  It’s on really fucking good.

  Thirty-two

  Songs to listen to:

  “Open” by Rhye

  “Dive” by Ed Sheeran

  “This Feeling” by Alabama Shakes

  “Chains” Nick Jonas, “Lights On” by H.E.R

  “Love You Again” by Plaza, “Wolves” by Selena Gomez

  “Flesh” by Miguel, “No Ordinary Love” by the Civil Wars

  Ben

  Is this really happening righ
t now?

  If it weren’t for the sweetly tormenting smell of Cady permeating my senses, glistening on my fingers and coating my dick, I wouldn’t believe it. But thank mother-effing effer, it’s true.

  This. Is. Happening.

  I’m not even halfway inside her yet and I’m terrified I’m going to blow my load already. She is that tight. That warm. That wet and that fucking amazing. I don’t even move. I can’t. Not yet. I need to make sure she’s okay and talk my dick down from his quest to be the fastest man in the Northwest to ejaculate.

  Cady’s eyes are wide, glossy, trusting, and fastened to mine. Searching. Waiting for me to do something, anything but freeze with little Big Ben sticking partially out of her pussy. Her pussy. Just thinking about it makes me grow even more inside of her, which elicits a small moan from both of us and yep, there it is, I’m definitely now at full mast and rock solid inside the only place I’ve ever wanted to be. Goddamn it, man, do something! Speak, idiot! Speak and then move!

  “Ben?” Her voice is soft and weary with want and uncertainty. I take a deep breath. In through nose. Out of the mouth. And finally, the damn thing moves. My mouth, not my dick. Yet.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” she replies quietly, underlining the word with a few nods. My mouth kicks up, and because I’ve waited for freaking years to do so, I drop mine to to hers. I kiss her idly but with passion. Steadfast. Thirsty. And making damn sure I taste every last drop she’ll give me. Her velvety lips, smooth and greedy. The robust flavor of her tongue—dry red wine and the slight sweetness of my marinara sauce, binding to my memory as it moves fluidly with mine.

  Her body responds more as the seconds tick by. Her walls pulse against me, dampening and inviting me further inside. Fuck. “I’m going to move now, okay, Bug? I have to fucking move.” I can barely get the words out, gritted between my clenched teeth. She nods again and as I press my forehead to hers. I make the final push, and it’s fucking heaven.