“Sweetheart, Cupcake, Darling, Suga’, Shortcake, or Red will do just fine,” I murmured tugging at his head. Darn it, this was not a get-to-know you session. I just wanted the man’s cock. Didn’t he get that?
He chuckled and gripped me before stepping back from the door and slamming it closed. He dropped us both on one of the oversized lounge chairs on the balcony while the wind whipped around us harder. My ribs protested, but his lips found mine quickly enough, making me feel a heck of a lot better. “The playing grounds not even. You know my name, so I want yours,” his voice rumbled against my neck and his hands slowly tugged my strapless top down baring my breast to his gaze and he groaned, “Pretty.”
His mouth descended on my beaded nipple and I cried out as heat licked through my veins. Searing. Consuming.Perfect.
He tugged with his teeth and I felt each sensation sizzling down between my thighs. I withered beneath him and he spoke around my nipple, “So responsive, too.” He sucked hard and I arched, grabbing his head to keep him close. He suckled greedily while his other hand slid up my leg, slowly moving to my sensitive inner thigh. His fingers skimmed my thigh-high socks. I spread my legs wider as he reached my core and his mouth made apoppingnoise as he sucked in a harsh breath and let go of my nipple, feeling how wet I already was. “Holy hell, sweetheart. Your name. I want it.”
I shook my head and tugged his head up to mine. I tried to kiss him, and below he teased my clit, but he wouldn’t allow our lips to touch. I groaned in displeasure. He grinned at me before nipping my bottom lip. I pressed harder against his teasing hand, but he pulled that away, too. I scowled up at him and he stated deeply, “Name, please. Or no cock.”
He was being freaking playful and demanding all at once. A girl can’t handle that. “Ember, all right? Now,Cole, can we commence?”
His grin grew and the coldness seeped from his features for a second. My breath caught. He was startling handsome. “Ember. It suits you.” His mouth landed on mine in a heated flurry and he parted me below, using my wetness to coax his finger inside my tight channel. He came up panting and moaned, “Ah, sweetheart. You really are tiny. I may hurt you.”
“Why don’t we just wait and see. ‘K?” I loosened his tie and ground against his finger. Forgotten sensations flooded me. My eyes rolled back in my head, liquid fire pounding through my veins. He chuckled deeply as my fingers faltered. He began reaching up with his free hand to help me, but I swatted it away. “No, darn it. I’ve got this.”
He cocked one eyebrow and deliberately flicked my clit with his thumb. I yelled and arched while he continued to circle mynub and torment me. Okay. Got it. He was an alpha type and demanded being in charge. I somehow managed to blink my eyes open. He had lifted my skirt up around my waist and was watching with hungry eyes as he slowly slid another finger in. He mumbled, “Your pussy is fucking gorgeous.” He grinned and murmured absently, “And you’re a natural redhead.”
I rolled my eyes at his caveman talk and managed to get his tie undone and tossed it aside. I undid his suit coat next. He grabbed my hand, eyes now wary. I sighed. “Cole, I know you’re packin’ and I don’t give a rat’s patootie. Now stop messin’ with me.” He stared at me long and hard and I rolled my eyes again, pushing his hands away, and finished unbuttoning it. I was sure I wouldn’t have been able to do it without his acceptance, but I didn’t care by this point. I wanted to touch his skin. Now.
The button on his shirt where itty bitty and annoying the beegezus out of me. He had two fingers in now, slowly thrusting in and out. It was darn hard to focus, so I yanked his shirt out of his pants and promptly ripped it open. He faltered and stared at me. I smiled in triumph. “There. Skin.”
He choked on a laugh, even as button bounced on the concrete beneath the lounge and rolled over the balconies ledge. I laid my hands on his smooth, heated skin, curling my fingers in his black chest hair and felt each and every muscle bulging and quivering beneath my fingertips. He was built to perfection.
He sucked in a breath as my finger trailed down his hill and valley six pack to his pants. I ran a finger slowing across his waistband. He jerked. I wouldn’t mock him, but he was definitely ticklish. Hard to imagine C&D busting a gut from being tickled to death.
“Where’s the condom?” he groaned when I palmed his cock through his suit pants. He ground against my hand in an instant caress.
I rubbed for a moment before going for his belt and murmuring, “My purse. Inside pocket.”
Regretfully, he removed his hand from between my legs and practically dove for my purse. I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as I undid his belt and pants. I hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. He dug through my huge bag, grumbling about its “damn size”. His cock sprung free into my palm and I marveled at his own size and pushed his pants down farther with a trembling hand. Brent was big, but Cole was pushing too-darn-big. He may have been right. It might hurt a little at first.
I stroked him and he jerked again, but not because it tickled. “Ember, if you want me to fuck you, please stop until I can find the damn condom in your godforsaken, black whole of a purse.”
He looked entirely put out and I laughed, making him scowl harder. It was kind of cute.
I sighed, relenting, and let go of him, grabbing my bag from his hands. Within moments I had said condom in my hand and he appeared utterly mystified.
“I will never understand women and their purses.” He shook his head and snatched the condom from me. I dropped my purse to the ground next to us and went back to stroking him. His velvety smooth skin was heated and pulsing beneath my hand. He groaned and thrust in time with my movements.
He bit the side of the wrapper within thirty seconds, mumbling, “I have to get inside you, woman.”
I nodded in agreement and he sighed while putting the condom on. “It’s a size too small, dammit.” He grunted and I watched in fascination as he rolled it on anyway. “It’ll do.”
I raised my eyebrows at him and the look he gave me stole my breath as he lowered himself on top of me. He hooked an arm under one of my knees, bringing my leg up and opening me wider. His larger body fit snuggly between my legs and I reacheddown and positioned him at my entrance, spreading myself as he slid his head in.
His eyes shut and he gently thrust in. He opened them moments later with a fierceness that captured me. He jaw was clenched tight and I gasped as he thrust in deeper. He cock stretched my inner walls to their limit and it was uncomfortable at first.
“You okay?” he moaned, stopping. I brought his mouth down and kissed him with abandon. He took that as a “yes” and thrust further and we both panted. “Christ. It really has been five years, hasn’t it?”
I nodded fervently. Did he really expect me to talk right now? So not happening.
“Just a little more,” he murmured against my lips and swiveled his hips before thrusting home, balls deep.
We both cried out.
“Cripes, Cole. You’re friggin’ huge,” I panted.
Breathless, his lips tilted up, and he slowly rocked. “Cripes? Cute.” Then he pulled out and pushed in harder. “Let’s see if I can get something a little better than “cripes” out of those perfect lips, ‘eh?”
