“Anything… anything you want.”
Cole looked me over, and his green eyes were like foxfire. He was too much.
Too perfect.
“You… what I really, really want… is to feel you.” I wasn’t sure if Icould,and maybe he could see it in my eyes, because he shook his head softly. “Don’t worry… I can take care of us both. Just… Can I?”
I didn’t realize what he meant until he drifted his fingers through the mess I’d made on my stomach and then trailed them along my ass to press against my entrance.
I nearly came again from the thought—my cock twitched, my body eager.
“Anything,” I said again, and gods… I meant it. I couldn’t think of anything better than the thought of him inside me. The thought of feeling Cole possessing me.
I wanted to belong to him.
I wanted him to know that he was all I could see.
“Trust me,” he murmured as he sat back. “I need you to relax. I want…” He swiped his fingers through the mess on my stomach again, then lowered his head and let a string of spit join the mix. “I want this to feel good for you.”
I could have told him anything he did would feel good. My eyes drifted to his cock, still glistening with my saliva and dripping precum. “You can just…”
“No,” he said, and stroked one slick finger across my entrance. “No, let me do this right.”
Was there a right way to break me apart? I didn’t know, but my head fell back on the sheets when he circled his finger around my rim again and pressed in a gentle tease. My body was already so loose from my orgasm, and the warmth of cum and spit on his fingers felt so good playing at my entrance that I barely groaned when he worked the tip of one digit inside. My hips moved almost reflexively, and when he pressed into me again, I took him in to the knuckle.
“Fuck, you’re eager for it…” He sounded almost awed as he trailed his eyes across my body, over the length of my abs, the tattoos scattered across my pale skin. Cole’s gaze connected with my own hazy expression for just a second before he dropped down and pressed his mouth to mine.
It was the kiss that pulled me through the sensation of his finger diving all the way inside me, the kiss that drank down my groan when another joined it and he started working them in and out of my hole in a pantomime of what I realized I really, really wanted him to do to me.
I needed it.
I neededhim.
He worked me for a few more minutes until my cock was jerking, hard between our bodies pressed together, the slick slide of his precum and the mess I’d already made soaking us both.
When he pulled back from my mouth, he shifted me up and dropped his hand beneath my chin.
“Spit.” It came out hot, a filthy demand that tore straight through me.
My eyes widened, but I did as he said and watched in fascination as he slicked his cock, swiping his fingers over my torso to gather up the last of the mess I’d made before he shifted down and drew my legs up.
“Mmfh.” I’d meant to say his name, to saysomething. To tell him he was perfect, that he was good—to ask him how he’d ever questioned that when his body fit against mine like we’d been made to connect, to make a whole… but I lost the ability to speak when he pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance and slowly started to push inside.
There was just him then—the connection between us. There was the red thread that was burning so brightly I wondered if it was lighting up the room. There wasCole, and how gorgeous he looked as he pressed inside me and his jaw went slack. His lashes drifted shut, and he moaned as he thrust until he’d bottomed out.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered against my ear, and I nodded. I wasn’t sure I had words. Just my hands sliding across his shoulders, his chest, urging him on.
He started to move, and my world narrowed down to that—to the feel of his cock sliding inside me, driving into me slow and steady at first, and then faster when the grunts I made started to turn into low moans.
“Fuck, you feel so good. I’ve never… never felt anything so… perfect.” He gasped and rocked back, hitching my legs higher so he could hit a different angle. The sensation in me changed, dropping to something hotter, something that burned across my senses and made my vision burst into stars.
If he’d been worried that I couldn’t give more, he was wrong—I felt like I was going to fly apart again already. He thrust into me slow and steady, and then hard and fast—his body rocked until he was slicked with sweat and I was shaking beneath him from overstimulation and the need to comeagain.
I wanted it again.
I was going to break into a thousand pieces and turn into stars, caught in the gravity of his desire. I wanted it. I wanted to be his universe, his heaven. I wanted to live in his orbit and never come down.
“Cole,” I groaned, and he dropped forward—his lips found mine and his hips started to buck in earnest. There wasn’t a rhythm anymore, nothing but the punched-out sound of his breath and the thundering of his heart echoing between us as he kissed me.
