When he manages to free himself of the offending item, he gives us a scathing look, releases an audible huff, and trots off to the master bedroom. It’s the lighthearted moment we both desperately need, and we take a few seconds to grin at each other before Cole’s expression turns predatory.
He drags the tip of his finger over the swell of my breast, pulling down the cups of my lace bra, and blows out an awed breath. His pupils darken, and he licks his lips like he’s starving for a taste before dipping his head to close his mouth around a hardened nipple. He takes his time switching back and forth, nibbling and sucking with long, insistent pulls that send a series of flutters through my throbbing clit. Groaning his appreciation, he peers up at me through thick lashes, and I tangle my fingers in his unruly hair to hold him close.
“Fuck, Charlie. I knew you were hiding a spectacular pair of tits under all those form-fitting shirts, but I gotta tell you. The reality is so much better.”
“I’m glad my boobs live up to your expectations,” I say on a breathless laugh, throwing my head back when he doubles his efforts. I’ve never come from nipple play before, but I’m already so close to the edge, the slightest bit of pressure to my needy clit and I’d be sure to go off like the Fourth of July.
The way my body reacts to his ministrations is surprising, because I’m not someone who climaxes easily. It takes serious effort to get me there, and even back when Jason still cared about my pleasure, he didn’t always succeed. Cole trails open-mouthed kisses over my collarbone and up the side of my throat before sucking my lobe into the heat of his mouth. I give a pathetic whimper, andhe squeezes my hips, stopping the undulating motion on his dick before he leans back to look at me.
“I’d love to draw this out for hours, but I’m not going to last. Hard and fast now, slow and easy later?” he asks with an apologetic expression I find so endearing, I can’t help but smile. Sliding off his lap, I don’t waste time ridding myself of my clothes before I stand back, watching with rapt attention as Cole does the same. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing that sculpted torso that looks unreal in the dim lighting. He makes quick work of his button and zipper before he flexes his hips and pulls his jeans down his powerful thighs, taking his boxer briefs with them.
“Ungh,” I say, almost swallowing my tongue as I take in the sheer size of him.That is going to hurt.
He must see my doubtful expression, for he calmly produces a condom from his wallet and gives me a sympathetic look.
“Don’t worry. We’ll make it fit.” With his sinister promise hanging between us, he tears into the foil packet with his teeth and sheathes himself in record time. He sits back, wraps a loose fist around his impressive length, and begins stroking himself in a way that has me salivating, before he dips his chin in invitation. Despite my apprehension, I don’t need to be asked twice, and I almost fall over my own feet in my haste to sit on what’s quite possibly the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. He holds himself by the base,and I brace my hands on his shoulders before I slowly lower myself onto him. We groan in unison, and Cole’s eyes roll into the back of his head as the first couple of inches disappear from view.
He’s so big, it takes me several tries to take him fully, despite being embarrassingly wet. By the time my butt meets his thighs, I’m a trembling mess.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Shit, don’t move,” he bites out when my hips begin a slow roll. “Just give me a minute.” I do as I’m told and keep myself still, leaning in to steal another unhurried kiss while I wait for him to get control of himself.
“Alright, fuck. This isn’t going to get any better. I’d like to apologize in advance for making this the least memorable sexual experience of your life, but it is what it is. I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”
I’m about to tell him that this is already more than memorable, but release a startled squeal instead when he lifts his hips, almost bucking me off, and twists me in what can only be described as some type of MMA move. His dick is still firmly inside me when my back hits the couch cushions. I’m sure the stunned surprise on my face must look quite comical as he stares down at me, knees on the floor and hips perfectly aligned with my opening. “Better hold on tight, baby. This is gonna be a bumpy ride.”
And then he makes good on his promise, almost pulling all the way out before he thrusts forward so hard, my teeth clack together. He doesn’t give me time to recover as he sets a punishing rhythm that has me crying out in pleasure. I dig my nails into his strong forearms as he pounds into my tight channel again and again, staring down at me with such unrestrained hunger it makes my cheeks heat. His pupils are blown, mouth parted with harsh breaths as the slapping sound of skin meeting skin echoes through the otherwise silent room. He looks wild. Feral. Wholly unhinged, and I love that I’m the one making this stoic man lose control.
“You feel so damn good,” he grunts through gritted teeth, screwing his eyes shut as if in pain. His nostrils flare a second before his movements turn sloppy and his eyes pop open. He ducks his head, and his intense gaze zeros in on the little nub between the apex of my thighs. “I hope you’re close, because this is about to be over any second.”
He presses a thumb to my bee-stung lips, and I give him what he wants, swirling my tongue around it with a wanton moan that has his eyes flashing with desire. “Come for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel,” he growls before he presses the slippery digit to my clit and begins circling it, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me see stars.
“Oh my God, Cole,” I wail, heat ripping through me as my core tightens and my back arches so hard, I almost dislodge him from my body. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I chant as he keeps up the maddening strokes around my most sensitive part. My pussy squeezes his dick like a vice, and I vaguely make out his harsh curse. Then his hips stutter and his cock twitches on a deep, guttural groan as he shoves himself forward and holds himself there for several long, heart-stopping moments. Finally, he lets out a sighing breath and drops his forehead to my chest.
I give him a moment to come back down to earth while I run a trembling hand through his dark hair. He’s eerily still for so long that it sparks concern that he might already be regretting this magical moment that felt entirely earth-shattering to me. My heart drops into my stomach when his big shoulders begin to shake. I’m panicking, unsure how to handle a grown ass man having an emotional breakdown while his giant dick is still nudging my cervix. When he lifts his head and his eyes sparkle with amusement, all the air leaves my body at once. He’s laughing, head swinging side to side in disbelief as he stares down at my lax form.
“Jesus Christ, Charlie. I don’t think I ever came this hard in my life. For a second there, I thought my heart might give out.”
“Well, that would’ve been hard to explain to your buddies at the FBI,” I say, relieved a crisis seems to have been averted for the timebeing before we end up grinning at each other like fools. Cole leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips, nuzzling his nose against mine in a surprisingly sweet gesture that makes me feel all gooey inside.
“You’re one special lady, Charlie. I hope you know that?” he murmurs, his whiskey-colored eyes boring into mine. “And so damn beautiful.”
He’s still inside me as he says this, looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters to him in that moment, and my heart gives a single hard thump in my chest. Then, he slips out of me, pulls a couple of Kleenex from the box I keep on my side table, and makes quick work getting rid of the condom before handing me a couple to clean myself up.
“I’ll just use your bathroom real quick. If that offer for that homemade stew still stands, I’d like to take you up on it. Seems I’ve worked up a bit of an appetite.”
I drag myself off the couch and reach for my discarded clothes, which is quite the feat given that my whole body feels boneless.
“I’ll heat you up a bowl.”
“Thanks,” he says, running his hungry gaze over the length of me before I have a chance to cover myself. “I’ll have a bottle of water, as well. Gotta rehydrate for round two.” With a cocky wink that lights up my system like a Christmas tree, he strolls across the room and down the hall in all his naked glory. I take a minute toadmire his sculpted backside before I release a dreamy sigh and go to work on his food.
A man’s gotta eat, and with any luck, my stew won’t be the only thing he’ll devour tonight.
eighteen
Cole
Anoise startles me awake, and I immediately reach for the handgun sitting on my bedside table. Switching the safety off, I tap the screen on my phone and check the time before sliding out from beneath the covers, barely making a sound; 4:37 a.m. Whoever is in my goddamn cabin better be a fucking raccoon or prepare to die tonight, because I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger.
