“Oh, fuck,” I cry when he nips me, sending a bolt of lust shooting straight to my pussy.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I had in mind.”
“B-but…your food,” I stutter as he pulls me from the wall and carries me past the island where it’s waiting for him.
“Don’t worry, I’m about to eat.”
My cheeks blaze.
We might have been intimate a few times now, but I can’t help it. I’m pretty sure he does it on purpose, too.
“Been thinking about you since the moment I left this morning,” he murmurs as he stalks toward the bed. But instead of lowering me to it like I’m expecting, he spins us before he drops onto it.
I shriek as we fall, leaving me sitting astride Cole’s lap wearing a denim skirt, panties, and my bra, although that isn’t exactly effective right now.
His eyes hold mine for a beat before they drop to my chest.
His throat ripples with a thick swallow, his pupils dilating as he takes me in. It’s the exact kind of confidence boost I need.
“Can’t get enough of you, baby,” he groans, his eyes dropping to my parted thighs. “Take your bra off.”
Arching my back, I do as I’m told, and the moment it’s undone, I throw it to his bedroom floor.
“Beautiful.” He sits forward, taking my breasts in his hands, his lips coming down on one nipple as he pinches the other, making me cry out.
I grind down on his erection as he teases me relentlessly. My body burns red hot, and my need for release becomes almost unbearable.
“Fucking hell, you look incredible right now,” Cole mutters, removing all his touch the second I’m about to fall over the edge.
He pulls his tee from his body before resting back on his elbows, letting his stomach muscles tense and ripple beneath me.
“Get up here,” he demands, jerking his chin to clarify what he means.
Heat surges to my cheeks as what he’s asking hits me upside the head.
He’s been down there before. A couple of mind-blowing times, actually. But I’ve never …
“Freya,” he growls when I don’t move fast enough. “Get up here and sit on my face.”
A potent mix of nerves and desire collide within me, but before I can think any more about it, Cole’s hands wrap around my waist and he hauls me up his body.
I stare down at him as I hover just beneath his mouth.
“You’ve got nothing to be nervous about. I fucking love this pussy.” Tucking two fingers beneath the damp lace of my panties, he exposes me. Cool air washes over me, and I shudder with need. “Who owns this pussy, Freya?”
“Y-you do,” I stutter, barely able to find the words.
“Fucking right I do.” Pride fills his eyes a beat before he drops them from my face in favor of my pussy.
He studies me as if I’m a piece of precious art.
“Look at how wet you are for me. Is my girl a little needy? Does she want to come all over my face like a good girl?”
My core clenches, my lost release surging forward from his dirty words alone.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
