He slows, teases, slides two fingers inside me this time and sucks me gently until the sparks build again. I don’t even realize I’m pleading until I hear myself.
“Cole—please, please?—”
“Please what,” he says, rough, hungry. “Tell me.”
“Let me come,” I gasp, my hands clawing at the counter beneath me.
“Yeah?” He continues to torture me for several more seconds, then picks up speed. He fingers me hard and fast, his tongue and lips still sucking my clit. I see stars. My body is completely at his mercy. My thighs are shaking and I’m making sounds I’ve never heard myself make before.
“Now you can come,” he says, pulling back from my clit and pressing his palm down against my lower belly as his fingers crook inside me. I come harder this time, spine bowing off the counter, thighs clamping around his head right before I feel an intense sensation and then a wet gush that flows down my thighs. He takes it, all of it, tongue relentless until I’m whimpering and pushing at his hair from overstimulation.
Only then does he pull back, wiping his soaked mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and satisfied. He straightens up, crowding between my knees again, hands braced on the counter by my hips.
“Am I forgiven?” he asks, smirking.
I’m wrecked. Skin flushed, breathing ragged, legs trembling around him. “Did I just—did you?”
“You’ve never had a man make you squirt before?” He looks at me like it’s a common occurrence that happens all the time and it makes me laugh, easing the embarrassment.
“I didn’t even know I could!” I cover my face with my hands and laugh again. “Wait.” I sit up. “Is that why you put your shirt under me?”
He nods, a small V forming between his brows. “Yes. Was it okay?” He tilts my chin up, his hand cupping my jaw so I’m looking at him. “How’d it feel?”
“Yeah,” I practically gasp, “it felt—really good.” I grab the back of his neck and yank him down to me, my mouth seeking his. “So good, in fact, I think we should try it again.”
“I guess that means I am forgiven?” he says against my mouth, his tongue finding mine.
“Not yet,” I pant against his lips, tasting myself on him, dizzy from it. “Not even close.”
His mouth crushes back against mine like he’s trying to claim every laugh, every shaky breath I just gave him.
The taste of me is still on his tongue, and that makes the kiss even filthier. My fingers find his hair, tugging hard enough to pull a growl from him. He presses closer, chest to mine, and when I feel how hard he is through his jeans, my body tightens all over again.
“Not even close, huh?” he murmurs against my lips, that smug grin ghosting over them.
I bite it. “You’ve got more to prove, Bristol.”
That does it. His eyes go wild like I’ve just waved a red flag at a bull.
He grabs the back of my neck and kisses me hard enough to make my head spin. His hand slides between us, cupping me possessively, his thumb dragging over the sensitive spot he just wrecked with his tongue. I gasp into his mouth which only makes him kiss me harder.
“Tell me what you want,” he growls.
“You,” I breathe.
He hooks his hands behind my knees and pulls me to the edge of the counter, the rough denim of his jeans dragging against my clit, friction and heat everywhere. He moves one hand to fist the hem of my hoodie, the other lands on my hip, holding me in place like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.
“Does that mean I can fuck you?”
His cock pulses against my clit and my hips instinctively push back against him, my breath stuttering.
“Please, please fuck me,” I pant. I can’t stop the needy sound that leaves my throat, and the second he hears it, his head drops to my shoulder.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You sound so goddamn good.” He pulls back, eyes locked on mine, and I watch as he unbuckles his belt. “I like a woman who isn’t afraid to tell me she wants to be fucked.”
The quiet jingle of metal against leather combined with the way he’s looking at me right now has me throbbing obscenely in my small kitchen. My pulse is pounding so loud I can barely think. He notices. His eyes drop down to where I’m still wet and swollen and his tongue drags across his bottom lip.
“My mouth is watering again just looking at you.”
