Falling For You by Ana Fuentes (whitelam books txt) 📖

eyebrows arch higher, “You forgot, or did you get distracted by something?”
I bite my lip, and look down.
Dylan suddenly sucks in a breath, causing me to look up slightly. “Don’t tell me you actually did it, did you Z, did you actually masturbate?” he asks me with an edge of worry in his voice.
My head snaps to face him, “What?!” I practically yell.
I make a disgusted face at him, “Eww, come on Dylan I wasn’t even horny” I begin, “Did you actually think Mr.Homens will turn me on?”
His face relaxes a little bit, and he lets out a sigh.
“Good, cause that would have been nasty” he says.
Now it’s my turn to let out a sigh, “Yep, it would have been” I agree.
An awkward silence fills the jeep.
Then he suddenly turns to face me again, “Then…what happened?” he asks quietly, breaking the silence.
I open my mouth slightly, and feel lost for words, “I…I um-” I begin then stop.
Should I tell him about Michael, and how HE was the one to distract me. That I got lost in my thoughts when I saw him.
I decide not to.
“I fell asleep again” I explain finding no other way than to lie.
A smile breaks into his face, and he pat’s me in the head, “I swear Z, you spend about 75 percent of the day sleeping” he jokes.
I feel myself smile in return of his mocking, “What can I say, I need my beauty sleep” I reply, signaling to my face.
He grins at me and gives me a wink, “At least its working” is all he says. He then pulls out of the parking lot and gives his full attention to the road.
My heart flutters at those words he just said.
He called me beautiful.
Unless he was kidding.
My smile falls at that thought.
I shake my head, and decide to forget about it. I lean back against the seat and take out my IPod once again. I turn it on, and stick the earphones in my ears.
I search up a Green Day song, and soon enough “Minority” comes on. I listen to it in silence for a while, but then decide to sing it under my breath.
“I pledge allegiance to the underworld.
One nation under dark There of which I stand alone
A face in the crowd Unsung, against the mold
Without a doubt Singled out The only way I know
'Cause I want to be the minority I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority
Stepped out of the line Like a sheep runs from the herd
Marching out of time
To my own beat now The only way I know
One light, one mind Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
"For crying out loud", she screamed unto me
A free for all Fuck 'em all You are your own sight
'Cause I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority
One light, one mind Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
"For crying out loud", she screamed unto me
A free for all Fuck 'em all You are your own sight
'Cause I want to be the minority I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority, I want to be the minority, I want to be the minority, I want to be the minority, I want to be the minority.”
I sigh taking out one earphone, “Man, I love that song” I announce when the song ends.
Dylan turns to look at me, “Green Day, isn’t it?” he asks.
I nod my head and grin at him.
“Now there’s an old man, that turns me on” I say facing forward and biting my lower lip.
The Jeep suddenly gives an abrupt stop, and I turn to look at Dylan.
“What was that?” I ask fearing he might have run over something.
“THAT guy turns you on?” he asks me ignoring my question, and staring straight ahead.
“Wait what?” I ask him, not quite understanding what he means.
He turns to look at me, his mouth set in a thin line, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Are you saying the singer of Green Day turns you on?” he asks, his eyes boring into me. I notice a strange glint in them.
Is that jealousy?
Is he jealous.
Wait a second go back, Why is he jealous?
Is it because of what I said. About the singer of Green Day being hot.
I mean it’s not a big deal, I just said someone was hot.
I notice his hands have a death grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles white from the pressure.
Did I cause that effect on him?
I open my mouth to ask him if everything is okay, but I decide to close it at the last second.
As if sensing he’s put me in an awkward situation, his hands relax and he lets out a deep breath. He runs his hand through his short dirty blond hair, and his eyes soften.
“I- I just think you should go for someone younger, you know, Z, s-someone your own age” he speaks up, ending our awkward silence.
I swallow, and open my mouth, “Like who” I reply, in barley a whisper, not thinking he would hear me.
Dylan suddenly blushes, a rosy red filling his cheeks. He looks away fast, and faces out the window.
“Um…see you tomorrow Zoin” he answers, unlocking the doors.
I turn to see out the window and realize I’m at my house. The two story house, suddenly looks sad, with its bark blue paint, and black outline.
I turn back to face Dylan, but he’s still looking away from me.
I look at him for a while, unsure about what to say. Hoping he will turn and smile at me one last time.
But he never does.
I swallow the lump forming in my throat, and open the Jeep’s passenger door.
“Yeah, sure see you tomorrow Dylan…um…thanks for the ride, I guess” I say. I hope off, and grab my backpack. I slam the door shut and look at Dylan one more time.
He still doesn’t even glance in my direction. He just starts his car again, and drives away.
I stand there, feeling like an Idiot.
One thought clear on my mind.
What was that all about?
I bite my lower lip, turn around and walk towards my front door.
Once inside, I climb up to my room, and lay in my bed, massaging my temples.
Ahh, I swear I don’t understand Dylan. One minute he’s happy, and the next he’s all pissed.
I close my eyes and let my body relax.
I then feel myself slipping into a dream.
***** I stretch my neck backward, and a moan escapes my lips.
I become aware of the fact that I’m against a wall, and my legs are wrapped around someone’s torso.
That someone kisses my neck again, another moan escapes my lips.
I squeeze my legs tighter around the person, my arms go around his neck, and lose themselves in his hair.
Long-soft hair.
Michael.
He licks my neck, and closes his mouth on one spot in particular. He then starts sucking on that spot.
I feel something stir between my legs, and I find myself humping him.
“Michael…Ohh…Michael…Ohhh…fuck…feels…good” I moan, still humping his stomach.
He suddenly stops sucking my neck, and trails kisses up to my mouth. He kisses me fiercely, and I kiss him back, with just as much passion.
“Ohhh, Michael” I moan.
He pulls away and looks into my eyes.
His dark brown eyes boring into my own dark brown eyes.
I notice his eyes are filled with passion and lust.
He licks his lips seductively, and presses me harder against the wall.
“Say my name again” he grunts out of breath.
I bite my lower lip, and close my eyes, enjoying the sensation he gives me.
The stirring in my legs still there, almost feeling in bearable.
I grab ahold of Michael’s hair and pull him toward me.
I crash my lips against his, and force my tongue inside.
Not that he stops me.
“Mmmmmm” he moans.
I smile and slip my hands inside his shirt. I run them over his flat stomach, and back.
His hands roam my body at the same time.
He stops at my left breast, and suddenly he squeezes it.
I open my eyes and gasp.
Suddenly I’m no longer kissing Michael, but Dylan.
I pull away, and blink, thinking I’m imagining things.
But no, Dylan is still here.
“Dylan” I gasp.
I become aware of the fact that now my legs are wrapped around HIS torso, and HE has me against a wall.
“Kiss me Zoin” he whispers, out of breath.
“I-I um…don’t know-” I start to say, but Dylan crashes his lips against mine again.
“Dylan” I moan.
He takes the opportunity of my lips being open and sticks his tongue inside.
“Ohhh” I moan inside his mouth, tightening my legs around his hips.
He moves his mouth, and trails kisses down my jaw to my neck. He stops in the same spot that Michael had stopped at.
And he starts to suck also.
“Ohhh...Dylan…Ohh…God…like it…right…there” I moan.
I pull him closer to me, and find myself humping him too.
I grab his head with both of my hands, and bring his lips to mine.
“I want you Zoin” he groans, out of breath.
“Then take me Dylan” I whisper, licking my lips.
I grab his head and press my forehead to his.
“Take me Dylan” I repeat.
He nods his head, and kisses me passionately again.
I feel my back leave the wall, and suddenly we’re moving.
Well more like Dylan moving, and carrying me.
Suddenly he stops walking, and I’m thrown on a soft thing.
A bed.
Dylan takes his shirt off, and unbuttons his pants. He slides them down, and soon he’s standing half naked in front of me.
Just his boxers and nothing more.
“Oh, my fucking god” I mutter, feeling my face go red.
He grins at me, and gets on the bed.
He positions himself on top of me, and runs his finger over my face.
“I love you Zoin” he says.
I lick my lips, wanting more of him, soon.
“I love you too, Dylan” I reply back.
He smiles and I smile back.
He leans down, and kisses me.
I snake my arms over his back, and press him to me.
I feel one of his hands, go under my shirt, and start exploring.
He runs them over my flat stomach, and starts playing with my bra strap.
Suddenly I hear a click, and I feel his warm hand take a hold of my right breast.
I gasp.
He breaks the kiss, and pulls himself up. Each leg on either side of my legs.
Both his hands go to the hem of my shirt, and he slowly starts to pull it up.
I sit up, my heart beating like crazy.
He starts by exposing my stomach, and slowly lifts it higher.
He stops right below my breasts, and looks up at me. As if asking for permission.
I nod my head, and feel my body start to tremble with excitement.
He lifts it all the way up, and over my head. I’m forced to lift my arms up, to make things easier for him.
And then I have nothing more than an unclipped bra, revealing my right breast.
I see