Before I can protest, he’s on top of me again, grabbing both of my hands and pinning them above my head. He’s on his knees next, my hands bound in one of his, his other hand on his cock that he’s feeding past my lips.
“That’s right, just like that.” He guides himself deeper in my mouth, watching me wrap my lips around him and suck. He groans, his hips thrusting forward, and I moan against him. “Ohh, you like getting used?”
I keep my eyes on his and nod slowly. That makes him really lose his mind. He releases my hands after a few more pumps, his control starting to slip. He’s panting loudly with his hands tangled in my hair, his hips thrusting forward every time hepulls my mouth down onto him. I gag every few thrusts, my eyes watering, but he doesn’t stop.
“I know—oh fuck, I know, baby.” He grunts, looking down at me as his movements become more erratic. His eyes are glued to mine, his chest heaving. I reach up, cupping his balls at the same time I hold my breath and take him as deep as I possibly can. And that’s when he blows.
His thighs shake violently as he barks out my name mixed with a slew of curse words and a loud, animalistic moan.
“Swallow.” He holds my head in place while he finishes coming, part of his release already sliding down the back of my throat. I swallow what I can, the excess spilling out of my mouth and down my chin.
He falls back on my bed to catch his breath and I scurry to the bathroom to rinse out my mouth. When I come back into the room, he’s sitting at the end of the bed, waiting for me. His cock is still hard, standing straight out when he stands and encircles my body with his arm, pulling me back to bed.
There’s no conversation between us this time. No teasing. No holding back. He’s on me and inside me in a flash. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he drives me farther up the bed. My headboard slaps against my bedroom wall with the same steady rhythm when he drives into me.
I’m breathless, drunk on desire, and dizzy with need. Our eyes are locked on each other, our fingers intertwined. He kisses me every few pumps, getting me right to the edge, then pulling back.
Everything about him drives me wild. The way he moves over me, the way he knows how to tilt his hips just right to hit my G-spot. He’s the kind of beautiful that makes logic short-circuit. The kind of sexy you’re willing to throw all the rules out the window for.
Cole’s hands slide down my sides, rough palms finding my hips. “You haven’t even come again and you’re still shaking?” he murmurs against my jaw.
“Yes.”
He smirks, dragging his mouth down my neck, teeth grazing the spot that makes me gasp. “You think you can handle more?”
I bite my lip, trying my hardest already not to come. “How much more?”
“Do you want me to make you come like this or can you hold out and wait for me?”
“Oh my God,” I half groan, half laugh because I’m seconds from losing my mind. My body has started to tremble and my vision is already blurring but I want more.
“Okay, baby,” he says, moving his hips in that way again so that now he’s hitting my G-spot with every thrust, “you can come, but just know I’m not stopping after, okay?”
“Okaaaaay.” I try to say the word but it comes out in a long squeal as my body finally surrenders. The orgasms feel like they just keep getting longer and more intense, like if I have one more I might actually split in two.
He didn’t lie. The second he finishes helping me through my orgasm, he flips me onto my hands and knees and impales me back onto himself.
“Oh God,” I squeak, the words barely audible. “It’s so deep—too intense.”
He hooks his hand around my neck and pulls me back against him so he can kiss me. It’s rough. He looks down at me through those dark lashes, eyes glinting with lust. “You want me to stop or are you gonna be a big girl and let me fuck you again?”
My heart stutters. “No.”
“Say it.”
“I don’t want you to stop. Fuck me again.”
His breath hits my lips, a low growl vibrating through his chest. “Then you’d better hold on, because now…” He presses deeper, his voice rough. “Now I’m going to lose my goddamn mind on you for a few minutes.”
The room smells like sex and pine-scented candles. My body feels boneless, melted into the sheets. Cole’s arm is slung heavy over my stomach, his breathing still uneven against my shoulder.
For a few perfect seconds, I let myself believe this means something more than lust and possibly too much wine.
He shifts beside me, pressing a lazy kiss to my temple. I turn toward him, smiling before I can stop myself. “So…” My voice comes out hoarse. “Now you’re forgiven.”
His low laugh vibrates against my skin. “That right?”
“Pretty sure that’s how this works.”
