He tugs my panties down my ankles with a wink before letting it fall to the floor, leaving me exposed and aching for him. His gaze locks on my glistening cunt, eyes dark and dripping with barely controlled lust. When I spread my legs a little wider, he groans like I’ve just shot him.
“I’m the luckiest fucking bastard in the world,” Cole says softly. My heart glows with a leap—if he’s acting, it’s a damn good performance.
I reach out my hand to guide him down but he jumps up, shaking out his bad leg for only a moment before turning back to me. Hooking his arms under my legs and back, he lifts me into the air with the ease of someone lifting a newborn puppy.
Cole meets my gaze, seemingly in no hurry to move, content to hold me forever.
“You should put me down. I could be worsening your injuries,” I say softly.
Cole scoffs, looking almost offended at my words. “I bench more than twice your weight multiple times a week. You weigh nothing to me.”
“But still more than your other girls,” I say, and immediately wish I hadn’t. My insecurities aren’t his problem, and I really don’t want him to be thinking about those girls right now. I want this to be about us, just for one night.
“You’re the only one who matters, Noelle,” Cole says, and kisses me to prove it. “If you feel too self-conscious to enjoy this, we can stop. But don’t for a second think your body is a turn-off for me.”
Something about the way he says it gives me pause, like he really means it. “Promise?”
His face softens. “I promise, from the bottom of my heart. I’m bursting at the seams to taste you, to feel you. But I won’t do it if you think this is anything other than a dream come true for me.Youare a dream come true.”
I run my hand through his hair before bringing it down to touch his cheek. “Prove it.”
“Gladly,” Cole smiles.
He lays me down on the couch and drops to his knees at my feet. He must be in excruciating pain—I’ve seen the x-rays—and yet there’s not a single wince, no groan or even a labored breath. He is too preoccupied with me to remember he’s physically falling apart.
I’m about to tell him to put a pillow under his knees when he swirls his tongue around my clit, stealing the words from my lips. My back arches in a ripple of pleasure and his eyes fall closed as he gets lost in the movements, his hand splayedout over the lowest part of my belly to keep me in place while he teases his fingers into me. Like I’d willingly stop him from touching me, now that I finally have him where I want him.
I rake my fingers through his hair, grabbing him as my release builds. When those bright blue eyes meet mine, I plummet over the edge of heaven. I’m vaguely aware I scream his name, but I can’t bring myself to care.
Not when it’s him.
I’m barely regaining my bearings when I feel Cole align himself with me, his dick teasing my folds until it’s coated and dripping with my slick.
“No,”
I say, breathless, and jerk my chin towards the wall of windows overlooking the town. “There.”
Cole blinks. “Are you sure? People could see you.”
“Let them,” I smile. “I want you to take me the way you’ve been fantasizing about.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. He lifts me up again, though it’s hard to ignore his wince this time—I knew kneeling was a bad idea—and gently sets me down on the pillow covered bench against the window.
Stepping back, he starts humming a stripper tune and starts to dance accordingly, making a show of taking off his underwear. I’m not sure where he got a condom, but he got in on it in a flash without missing a beat of his dance. The whole thing is so ridiculous it makes me laugh hard enough for tears to crowd my eyes.
A self-satisfied smirk crosses his face when Cole takes me in, like it was his mission to make me laugh as hard as possible. I wouldn’t put it past him—he knows my entire body tenses when I feel nervous, and if I’m going to take him, I need to be as relaxed as possible. A warm feeling overtakes me at the thought. Leave it to Cole to be the guy you only read about in fiction.
I beckon him closer and he is all too happy to comply, crashing his lips into mine with such passion I think I might bruise. Pulling him closer, I open my legs so he fits, his rock-hard erection pressed into the soft of my belly. The feeling of it makes my mouth go dry.
Cole’s still kissing me when he teases the tip of his cock over my throbbing clit, again covering it in my slick before sliding in slowly, using slow, long thrusts to make my body adjust to him until he’s buried to the hilt.
He continues his lazy thrusts, making sure I’m comfortable, but it doesn’t take long for me to start begging him to go faster.
He pulls out completely. With a kiss he flips me over, a moan leaving my lips when my nipples connect with the cold glass and he slides in again. His hands rest on my hips, holding me steady on the bench while he uses my cunt.
“Look how well you’re taking me,” Cole grunts. “You’re giving the people quite a show.”
I’m barely coherent when I say, “I bet you like that.”
