Page 36 of Catch My Fall (Catch)

Standing up from the bed, he stripped his boxers and kicked them away. I sat up and watched as his entire body was revealed to me, and I shivered when I saw how beautiful he was from head to toe. Tristan is perfectly formed, and that includes the beautiful shaft that was pointing at me now. He was big without being scary and the sight of him naked made me wetter.

“What do you call it?”

He laughed a little and shook his head at me. “Do you mean do I have a name for it like ‘Little Stan’?”

Shaking my head I answered, “No, no. I know that it’s a dorky question but I’m wondering whatyoucall it. Dick, schlong, Johnson, penis, cock, junk, pecker, boner, prick, rod, shaft, tool, wang…or some word I don’t even know.”

He laughed so hard I thought he might actually bust a gut. “I swear to God I haven’t had one dull moment since I met you, Mia. You slay me in the best fucking way. Generally, I call it my dick. What would you like to call it, baby?”

I considered it for a minute, rolling each of the words around in my head before I answered. “I think I’m going to go with cock or dick, if that’s okay.”

“Anything you want, Mimi, anything at all. Hell, you can call it licorice if you want,” he said with a deep chuckle.

“Of course you would bring it back to something sweet,” I laughed.

“Oh Mimi… With you everything’s sweet.”

I wanted him so badly I thought I might combust. Patting the bed beside me I told him to lie down. When he complied, I sat on my knees next to him and traced figure eights down his stomach until I reached his shaft. Looking up at him, I smiled shyly. “I’m going to get to know your licorice.”

He made a sound that was half shocked gasp/half growly moan and I took that as the green light to explore. I traced every inch of his length with my fingers as I studied him intently. I drank in his moan when I fisted him and started to move my fist up and down. I let out an excited sound when more pre-cum came out of the tip, using it to lubricate him as I worked my hand faster. I very much wanted to taste him and after debating it in my mind for a few minutes as I stroked him, I leaned forward and licked the tip.

He tensed beneath me and groaned out, “FUCK.”

His reaction encouraged me to continue, knowing that he was enjoying my novice attempt at pleasuring him. Opening my lips, I sheathed my teeth with my lips and took him into my mouth.

I don’t think there’s a college girl alive who didn’t at some point practice how to give a blowjob on a carrot, zucchini or banana as a teenager and I’m no exception. Laugh if you want, but judging by his reaction I think the practice might actually have helped. I don’t think it hurt that Macy and I stole a porno from her parents’ bedroom and watched a few parts of it at least a dozen of times to learn what was expected before she had sex with Steve for the first time. Thinking about that brought a wave of sadness but I pushed the thoughts away and went back to focusing on the task at hand, pleasing Tristan.

His breathing, moans and shifting beneath me were the cues I used to speed up or lick the tip, and I also used my fist on the bottom of his shaft. “Please, fuck, please baby. I’m going to come. Just jerk it… Don’t let me come in your mouth.”

I sat up fast and gripped him harder as I shuttled my hand up and down his shaft, my eyes shuttling back and forth from his face to his shaft as he reached his peak. He cried out my name again and again as he exploded, and I watched in awe as his release splashed onto his stomach. As he came down from the high of his orgasm I left the bed and grabbed his boxers from the floor before returning to the bed and wiping his stomach off. His breath was still coming in bursts as he watched me, and he chuckled when I threw the boxers across the room, making it into his hamper.

Pulling me into his arms as he laughed he said, “Slam fucking dunk, baby.”

“Are we talking about my amazing throwing skills or my licorice handling?”

“You’re killing me, Mimi. Fucking killing me. Can you sit up for a minute?”

I sat up, smiling as he did the same before pulling me in for a gentle kiss. When he was finished he cupped my face and said, “I think slow is out the window, Mimi. I’m falling for you, big time. I never thought I would ever have something like this, never believed that I deserved it at all, but I’ve changed because of you. So, are you ready to make this official and become my girlfriend?”

I smiled a big silly grin that I’m pretty sure gave him his answer even before I dove into his arms as I let out an enthusiastic, “Yes!”

Chapter Eighteen

I woke up to Tristan bringing me breakfast in bed, and I burst out laughing when I saw that he had put four pieces of licorice on the makeshift tray he carried breakfast in on. I didn’t know how to tell him that I didn’t start my day with sugary coffee and Cap’n Crunch, so I ate everything with a smile on my face and not one word of complaint, even though I made a mental note to bring some Cheerios or Shredded Wheat over for future breakfasts. We didn’t have much time to kiss and cuddle and it was hard to leave Tristan him when Darby came to pick me up for our day of beauty. I felt so much closer to him now that we’d been naked together…not to mention the fact that I wanted a repeat performance. As soon as I got into my car I told Darby that Tristan and I were official and then laughed while she clapped and cheered.

We went to the nail salon and I pumped Darby for details of what had happened with Brandon. She told me she wanted to wait until we were alone to tell me everything. When we got back to our dorm she spent the next hour explaining what had happened the night before to me, and I was stunned about everything she said. It turns out that Brandon is gay, which explains why he never pushed for kissing or sex. He’s not ready for his family to know and he isn’t ‘out’, but he knows that he’s gay. Apparently he had been feeling badly about stringing Darby along, but luckily she didn’t have a problem with it. She really cares about him and he seems to care about her, too. His advice to her was to gradually start talking to Trace again instead of running back in and letting him off the hook, and while I didn’t get it at first, now I do. Darby needs to know whether Trace’s feelings are deep enough to build a real relationship, and she doesn’t think that going into something when Trace is clearly having an emotional reaction is a good idea. She says that she’s taking her cue from my relationship with Tristan because it obviously worked. Tonight she’s coming with me to Tristan’s so she can talk to Trace. She’ll drop me off and use my car to get home, and Tristan will take me to our first class of the day in the morning.

I can’t lie—I can already tell that I’m going to want to sleep with him all the time. Waking up this morning spooned in his arms is something that I’ll never, ever forget. I was embarrassed when I realized that I was still naked, but he was already up and when I said I wanted to put on a shirt, he told me I was beautiful. With Tristan, I feel as if I am.

When Darby and I got to the house she walked right into the living room, took the clicker off the table and turned ESPN off before telling Trace to follow her. Without another word she turned and walked through the kitchen and out the back door. Before she was all the way out she turned to look at me over her shoulder and said, “This is going to be a while… I’ll see you tomorrow in the cafeteria after your first class. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

After Tristan took a seat in his giant lounger, I kicked off my flip-flops and climbed into his lap to get myself a hello kiss. I was dressed in shorts and a shirt and he used the ability to touch my exposed legs to full advantage, drinking in my little gasps as he raised my heart rate. Bending my leg so he could see my bright pink pedicure, he nodded approvingly. “You’re beautiful right down to your toes, Mimi. Did you have a good day?”

“I did. Darby’s a mess about Trace but we had a good talk and I think we’re going to see an improvement. I’ve been really worried about them both.”

Nodding thoughtfully he dropped his head back and blew out a breath. “She’s his Achilles heel; always has been and always will be. I didn’t want to be too specific with you because she’s your roommate and I didn’t want things to get weird, but the truth is, if he loses Darby, he’ll self-destruct. I never really understood what was between them and why he feels so deeply until I met you. I used to think he made too big a deal out of his feelings for her, but now I think he didn’t explain it well enough. He loves her like fucking crazy but he’s never felt good enough for her. I understood that part perfectly, but until now, I never wanted to try for something better than what I saw as my lot in life. Before you, I really never envisioned myself as a meet-the-parents kind of guy. Now, I can’t wait to get to know your family. You always look so happy when your mom and stepfather call or text, and you clearly can’t wait for them to have their baby, but you never talk about anyone else. Are your parents divorced or is your mom a widower? Do you have a big family or a small one?”

I know that I need to talk to him about this, I’ve just been waiting for the right time… all the while secretly hoping that the right time will be never. If my dad would just fade all the way out of my life and Brady moved to Alaska or somewhere else remote, it would be like they never existed…but I’m not lucky enough for that to happen. I’m scared to death that when I tell Tristan he’ll doubt me in some way. Every single ‘friend’ I had back home, aside from Macy, turned on me like a rabid dog once that Facebook group got out. It was horrible, absolutely the lowest point of my life, and it changed me forever, but if Tristan turns on me… I’m scared I won’t recover.

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