Falling Hard

by Shelly Bell

  “Hey.” Her face lit up and I was anxious to touch her. I’d been semi-hard since last night, and even pleasuring myself hadn’t taken the edge off my desire for her.

  I leaned in and captured that smile into a yearning kiss. When I released her, she looked around as though she'd been caught doing something naughty. “What are you doing here?” She eyed me with a questioning stare.

  I sat on the sofa next to her and rested my arm behind her. “When you texted me back that you were coming here, I thought I would surprise you.”

  “Surprise or stalk?” She bit her lower lip in the way I desperately wanted to.

  “The meaner you are, the harder you make me,” I whispered close to her ear.

  She must have blushed five different shades of red. I placed my hand on her thigh and she leaned into me on the couch, resting her side against mine. We were becoming very comfortable with each other. We had spent so much time studying together, and after last night, there was finally an ease between us.

  “I have class and then my shift at the library until our tutoring session,” she said.

  “I have an idea.”

  “That can’t be good.” She giggled.

  I squeezed her thigh and whispered, “And you’re making me even harder.”

  Again, her face flushed, but I saw her glace at my lap. Yeah, see how hard you make me? “So, anyway, why don’t you come over to my place for tonight’s tutoring session? I’ll kick out my roommates and cook dinner.”

  “You cook?”

  “Of course I can cook.” She raised her brow in question. “Okay, my housekeeper makes the best lasagna,” I admitted.

  She snickered and lightly elbowed me. “Okay.” She glanced at the time on her Fitbit, and it was the first time I noticed that the silver bracelet she always wore had a heart on it.

  “Whose heart do you always wear?” I pointed at her wrist right before she tugged down her coat sleeve to hide it.

  She stumbled over her words. “It was, ah, from my mom. Anyway. I have to go, see you tonight.”

  “Okay. I’ll pick you up from the library at 6:00.”

  “That’s not necessary, I can walk.” She stood, zipped up her coat, and slung her bag across her body.

  “Just because you can doesn’t mean I’m going to let you.” I pulled her down toward me for another kiss. She softly groaned when I pulled away.

  “See you tonight,” she whispered and I watched as she reluctantly walked to the door just as Chase Manchester walked in. He said something to her and she shot back a comeback, but I couldn’t hear anything that was said between them. Whatever it was, she didn’t like it. I could tell by her body language, but before I could go say something to him, she was gone.

  “Three more days, asshole.” Chase sat in the green chair across from me.

  “Didn’t I tell you to mind your own business, Manchester?”

  “I was just reminding you of your deadline, is all.”

  “What did you say to her when she walked out?”

  “I was just saying hello.”

  “Leave her the fuck alone.”

  “Oh, shit, could Blake Holland actually have a thing for the sexy librarian?”

  “You heard me, leave her alone.” I grabbed my backpack and let the door slam behind me.

  I hated my father for making me have roommates when my brother didn’t. It was his way of punishing me. Even though they were good guys, an empty condo would have been nice. I knew Mitch from a few classes when he moved in last year. When the two seniors that had been living there last year moved out, my parents made me post an ad in the school paper for two more roommates. That’s when Hutch approached me. He needed extra accommodations because of his leg, which he lost in a car bombing when he was in the military. Grayson, on the other hand, we don’t know shit about him, but he paid his rent on time and kept to himself.

  Getting the guys to clear out of the condo was harder than I thought. Mitch was acting like a little bitch. He was in his room, sitting in the dark and acting like a fucking pussy. I tried to talk to him, but he was crying over some fucking girl. I didn’t know where the fuck Grayson was, but I texted his ass not to come home. Hutch, however, seemed to be in the mood to cock block. The asshole sat propped on the couch with his arms folded over his chest, flashing me that golden-boy smile. “No, I think I’ll stay in and do some laundry.”

  “Don’t be a dick, G.I. Joe.”

  “It’s going to cost you, Ritchie Rich.”

  “What do you want?”

  “Well, I have all this laundry to do, and since you have sweet old Martha cleaning your room and washing your tightie whities, why not have her do my laundry? On your dime, of course, and I will clear out . . .” He glanced at this watch. “By six.”

  “Deal, now go check on Mitch. I think he’s having a 40 Year Old Virgin crisis.”

  “Who are you bringing over? You never have Martha cook for girls.”

  “Cat Vega.”

  “I like her, don’t fuck it up.”

  I didn’t comment because, in the back of my mind, I was sure I would fuck it up somehow.

  Chapter 19

  Cat

  I freaked out once I was actually getting ready to go inside Blake’s condo. I stood by the Jeep, second-guessing my decision. Was I ready? Could tonight be the night when the sweet-talking panty-dropper dropped my panties? My virgin panties. I think any girl in her right mind would be freaking out. What did a guy like him want with a dorky girl like me? He squeezed my hand, and when I found his eyes on me, all my worries vanished. I’m ready.

  As I followed him into the condo, it was nothing like I pictured a college guy’s place would look like. But then again, this was one of the Hollands’ properties. He took my coat, and I stared in awe at the high vaulted ceilings in the front entrance and throughout the living room. The antique furniture was warm, in shades of reds and browns. I swear it felt like I’d stepped into a “Traditional Homes” magazine.

  “Wow, this place is gorgeous.”

  “Not my doing, Mom re-decorated when I moved in.”

  “She did a great job.” I ventured deeper into the living room toward the massive fireplace. The cherry oak mantel was covered with all kinds of medals and trophies.

  “Those all belong to the ghosts of Hollands past.” He snickered behind me. His strong arms encircled my waist and I leaned against his hard body. His hand playfully teased my abdomen and my stomach did that flip-floppy thing it always did around him.

  “These belong to your family?”

  “Yup, every Holland since the school started giving out trophies and shit.”

  “These are beautiful keepsakes.”

  “Keepsakes? Yeah, maybe, if they weren’t used as a reminder to all Holland males of their responsibilities to the school and to the family name.”

  “I think you’re overreacting.”

  He released his hold on me and I was suddenly cold. “Overreacting? Look at the front row of those trophies. They belong to my dad and brother. Behind them, my grandfather, and then his father, and it goes on and on. They leave this mantel because it serves as a reminder of what is expected of a Holland male.”

  “So what will happen if you don’t get one of these trophies?”

  “One? Are you kidding me? I got MVP last year, but it wasn’t enough. My father just looked down at it and reminded me that my brother was MVP in basketball and baseball.”

  “That’s mean.”

  He placed both of his hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes. “Don’t you get it? Why he made me get a tutor and has me on probation? Anything less than perfect is a failure.”

  “Well, I think you’re perfect just the way you are.” I hugged his muscular waist and stood on my tippy toes to kiss his noise. His tension and fury faded away as his easy-going laugh radiated through the living room.

  “You have a way to make everything better. Do you know that?”

  “Yeah, that’s what classmate
s are for.” I used my fingernails to tease his washboard abs through his fitted thermal.

  He took a step closer to me, leaving little space between our lips. “Girlfriend.”

  “Classmate,” I breathed.

  “Classmates that kiss.” His eyes burned into mine.

  “Oh, yeah,” I whispered just as he kissed me softly. Gently, his warm lips teased mine in soft and passionate kisses. Tasting me. Teasing me. I moaned against him.

  “What else do classmates do?”

  “They study,” I whispered while attempting to conceal my laugh.

  “I thought you were going to give me a pass on studying tonight?”

  “No way, mister.” I maneuvered around him and went to grab my bag.

  “Fine. At least let me build us a fire.”

  “Okay, but no funny business until after we review your accounting assignment.”

  “Are you saying funny business is okay after we review my assignment?” His lighthearted laugh echoed behind me. My face scorched hot.

  “Maybe,” I said.

  “Well. What are we waiting for? Let’s get this show on the road.”

  Chapter 20

  Blake

  I could barely concentrate on the discussion about my paper. I didn’t care if I passed or failed the assignment at that point. My eyes kept trailing to her lips and the cleavage that peeked through her fitted V-neck shirt. She sat Indian-style, facing me. Her shirt had slid up on both sides, showing off the naturally tan skin underneath. My cock was rock hard and I kept my hands balled in to fists until we were finally done with the Godforsaken tutoring session. I could tell she was having trouble focusing too. She lost her train of thought a couple of times, and would blush fifty shades of red when she glanced at me from below her lashes.

  “I think we’re done for tonight.” She bit her lower lip. I noticed she did that a lot when she was nervous and she had no idea how much it turned me on. The action, combined with her black-framed glasses and ponytail, were enough to drive me crazy. I never noticed how much I had a thing for sexy librarians. I took the stapled papers from her hand and tossed them behind my back. Her eyes did that deer in the headlights thing and she bit her bottom lip again. This time I pulled her toward me with force. I removed her glasses and placed them on the couch above us. Her dark brown eyes were filled with anticipation and desire.

  “Kiss me,” I whispered.

  Her breathing hitched right before she grabbed my face with both hands and placed her lips gently on mine. Her kisses were light and sweet and teased the hell out of me. Heat raged through me. I rolled her onto her back and deepened the kiss. Her legs entwined with mine as my hands roamed her firm body. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her mouth, the sweet salt of her skin, or the feel of her body beneath mine. But I needed more. More of her. I proceeded to take off her T-shirt and her hands covered mine.

  “Your roommates,” she breathed.

  “They won’t come home now.” My lips travel down her stomach as I attempted to unbutton her jeans.

  “Blake.”

  “Okay. I’ll stop,” I said, defeated. Damn it. I pulled away and discreetly adjusted my erection. She backed further away from me and stood with those desire-filled eyes staring down at me as she reached out her hand.

  “Take me to your room.”

  Chapter 21

  Cat

  I wanted to get lost in his marvelous touch, but I feared anyone could walk in on us. I was already nervous about showing all of myself to Blake, I didn’t need anyone else seeing my bare ass. His face lit up like it was Christmas morning when I reached out my hand to him and asked him to take me to his room.

  “Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you.”

  I kissed him with all the lust that burned in my body. Every part of me seared and ached for his touch. Within moments, he was on his feet, and in one smooth motion, my feet were off the ground and his strong arms were cupping my ass. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me up the stairs.

  His lips never left mine until he set me on the bed and stood over me. I didn’t know what he expected, but I knew what I wanted. I pulled my shirt over my head and discarded it on the ground. He kept studying me with hunger in his eyes. Not knowing what to do next, I unsnapped my black lace bra and dropped it next to my shirt.

  He pulled off his own shirt with that one-handed, over-the-head motion guys did, and I watched with admiration as his biceps flexed. He would give Superman a run for his money. His stomach was chiseled to where I could literally grab a mouthwatering ab. His shoulders were wide, his arms muscular, and that glorious V of his lower abdomen made me kegel. I knew his body was hard and muscular underneath his fitted thermals, but I had never imagined the Thor-like mythical god in front of me.

  He came toward me like a predator. His movements were slow and reassuring and his eyes were completely focused on my face. My body trembled with anticipation. He removed my boots and socks, and I thanked God that Isabella had convinced me to polish my toes the past weekend. I unbuttoned my jeans and helped him pull them over the curve of my hips. I was anxious to touch him again and this was leaving me too exposed for my comfort level. I wasn’t disappointed. His hard body was soon over mine, kissing me and caressing my most intimate parts. It crossed my mind that I should tell him that I was a virgin, but he did that rolling thing with his tongue over my panties, and all coherent thought vanished from my mind. I gripped the sheets as he slid my panties off and licked my core. The unexpected wet and warm sensation of his tongue between my legs caused me to tremble. I was pretty sure my eyes rolled back in my head as my body quivered from the touch.

  “Tastes so good,” he murmured and drove me closer to the edge of desire. I squeezed my eyes closed and let the sensation of his mouth take me. Waves of heat raked my body. He was relentless, lapping my clitoris over and over until I could no longer hold on. I let go with a moaning gasp and his name on my lips.

  Soon he was over me again. He had removed the rest of his clothing, and his erection was against my thigh. I wanted to tell him that I was a virgin before we moved further, but before the words were out of my mouth, I heard the tussling of a wrapper. I was hypnotized by the sight of him rolling a condom down his length. His cock was only the second one I had seen in person, but it was by far the largest. That’s gonna hurt. He smirked at me when he noticed I was looking. He must have recognized the sheer terror in my reaction.

  His kissed me softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow. You’re tight as hell.”

  I laid back and his body covered mine. Sheer fear apprehended me. He took his time kissing me and his fingers slid between my legs. I relaxed at his touch, heat swelled in my core, and I began to float towards ecstasy. The awareness of his cock between my legs made me gasp. He was inside me, stretching me. Slowly invading my body. I held my breath and tightened my hold on him.

  He stilled. “Are you okay?”

  I nodded my head, unable to speak. His eyes burned into mine. “Are you a virgin?”

  “Yeah,” I whispered in a voice very different from my own.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” Hurt covered his face.

  “I was going too, but . . .”

  “No buts, Cat, you should have told me.” Anger was laced in his tone. He pulled out and coldness seized my heart.

  “Please don’t stop. I want this. I want you . . . to be my first.” My voice trembled.

  “Cat . . . you should have told me,” he repeated.

  “I was afraid of your reaction. I didn’t want you to stop.” I held his face in my hands. “I don’t want you to stop now.”

  His eyes burned into mine as he considered my words. I didn’t give him a chance to think anymore. I brought his lips to mine, kissing him with all the passion I had inside of me, convincing him to continue. I persuaded him that I wanted this with everything inside of me . . . I wanted him. He slowly started to enter me again. Again, my body stretched to allow him. His l
ips muffled my cry as he slowly pushed his erection deeper inside of me.

  I struggled to breathe at first and he stilled. “Are you okay?” he whispered again.

  “Yes.”

  He moved ever so slowly, rocking to the sound of our heartbeats. Soon, my body adjusted to his invasion and a growing ache flourished inside of me. His eyes never left my face, as he slowly moved within me. He was so gentle and attentive. And damn it, I felt myself falling hard for him.

  Chapter 22

  Blake

  I couldn’t believe Cat hadn’t told me she was a virgin. I should have known, or at least seen the signs. Fuck, but she was so beautiful this way. Her lips were parted and her eyes struggled to stay open as I moved in and out of her. I did my best to control the growing hunger inside of me. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, but I would hurt her if I moved any faster. She wasn’t my first virgin, but damn, I hadn’t been prepared. I would have gone a different direction with her had I known. I would have jacked off before I saw her or at least had her give me a blowjob so I wouldn’t be so fucking horny.

  I slid my hand between us and caressed her clit. She shook and her tight pussy clenched around my cock. Fuck, she felt so fucking good. In a slow and steady pace, I caressed her clit and attempted not to move so much inside of her. Her pussy had become really slick and her body had adjusted to take all of me. I started to move again, faster this time. She clung on to me and it was getting easier to move inside of her. I could feel my own release coming, but I wasn’t coming alone. I increased the pressure on her clit and she cried out my name. I took hold of her lips in an open-mouth kiss. She trembled against me. She was moving with me, which only made me move faster. Her pussy clenched around my cock again and with a collective moan, we came together.

  Afterwards, we laid there in silence, holding on to each other for some time before either of us spoke. “I’m sorry for not telling you,” she whispered.