She worked her way down his chest, tongue swirling, teeth nipping at his abs, until she reached his cock, thick and throbbing. Her lips wrapped around the head, tongue flicking, before she took him deeper, warm and wet and relentless. Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach, and her moans hummed around him, driving him out of his mind.
Cole grabbed fistfuls of her hair, his hips rising to meet her. His whole body tightened, pressure building fast, but not yet. Not before he was inside her.
He pulled her up and flipped her onto her back. She was already spread for him, eyes glazed, as she rolled the condom over him, and hepositioned himself and leaned down to her ear.
“You are so fucking hot.”
He slid into her slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried completely. Her walls clenched around him and whatever was left of his control dissolved. He drove into her hard and deep, her nails scoring his back, her heels pulling him closer, her moans growing louder and more desperate with every thrust.
Her breathing fractured into something urgent, her body gripping him tight, and he lost it. Whatever restraint he’d managed until now burned away completely. When she cried out his name, ragged and desperate, he came with a groan that felt torn out of him.
They crashed down together, chests heaving, skin flushed and damp. He hauled her against him, still buried inside her, not ready to give that up, and kissed her hard and deep, like he was trying to say something he didn’t have words for yet.
The shower did little to cool them down. They stumbled back into bed, wrung out and loose-limbed, the sheets cool against overheated skin. Cole was already half gone when Ollie landed on the mattress with a thud, turned three times, and claimed his spot like he’d been waiting patiently through the whole ordeal. Maybe he had.
****
Aftyn stood in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to brew when Cole walked in, and just the sight of him sent heat rushing to her cheeks.
“Morning,” he said, dragging a hand across the stubble on his jaw.
“Good morning. Did you bring your razor?”
“Yeah, just didn’t feel like dealing with it yet. I need coffee first.” He crossed to the machine, then turned and leaned against the counter with his arms folded, watching her. When the color rose in her face again, he smiled slow.
“Blushing? Really?”
She elbowed him hard enough to make him grunt. “Behave.”
“Darlin’, after last night, how exactly do you expect me to manage that?”
“Stop,” she said, laughing despite herself.
“I will. For now.”
She handed him her cup. “Here. You look like you need this more than I do.”
“Someone kept me up late.”
“Someone would love to keep you up late again.”
His eyes dropped to her mouth for just a second. “I think we can come to some kind of agreement on that.” He took the cup but shook his head. “I can make my own.”
“It only takes a minute. Drink it.” She turned back to the machine. “After this I’ll get dressed and we can go. I’m anxious to get started. It’s been years since I’ve had a newer car.”
“No kidding. I’ve seen what you drive.” He shook his head with a look that said everything.
“I used to love that car. But I think I want an SUV this time.”
“Okay. We’ll head out in a bit.” He paused. “You have your license?”
“Yes. I went to the DMV for a replacement and printed copies of my insurance card.”
“Good. You’ll need those.” A grin tugged at his mouth. “At least it’s a nice day. For a while anyway.”
“Okay, let’s go. We’ll stop by my place to let Ollieout. Poor guy’s been cooped up all morning.”
“Alright.”
