“Do you—Do you get overstimulated often?” he asks, genuine curiosity in his tone.
I debate how much I actually want to open up to… Well, I’m not sure if I can actually call him my nemesis anymore. I close my eyes and lean my head back against the cool tile. He’s already seen me naked, physically. Might as well strip down emotionally too.
“I was diagnosed with autism in college. I—Well, I’m not sure if it’s a surprise to anyone. I’ve always been ‘quirky.’” I add air quotes for emphasis. “Always been a ‘bitch.’ But I wasn’t doing it on purpose, not that anyone believes me when I say that.”
“I believe you.”
So simple. Just immediate belief, no need for me to convince him. No additional questions. He says he believes me and I want to believehim.
“Hey, Ben?”
“Yeah, Cole?”
“Come do the hair thing.”
“Come do the hair thing.” Cole rolls her head across the tile, dark eyes finally meeting mine after her confession.
She was nervous telling me about her diagnosis, but it changes nothing about the way I see her. The only thing it’ll change is the research I’m about to do on supporting a partner with autism. Not that she’s my partner.
Yet.
But sheisasking me to do the hair thing. Moving from my perch on the counter, I sit on the edge of the tub next to Cole, spending a delicious moment staring down at her naked body.She curves in all of the right places, and the hot water is turning her skin my favorite color: red.
My eyes skim from her cherry-red toenails, up her lightly freckled calves, all the way to her pert tits and rosy nipples that will have me hard for days after this. When I meet her eyes, there’s uncertainty there. Like she’s waiting for my final assessment of her body.
“Perfect,” I murmur, leaning in to untrap the hair that she’s currently using to cushion her head against the tile. Her mouth parts as I wrap her ponytail around my fist, tugging slightly. Testing. Teasing.
A groan falls from those open lips, her eyes falling closed in pleasure. “Take your pants off,” she rasps.
I freeze. “You said no sex tonight,” I remind her, fully planning on sticking to that promise.
She contemplates a moment. “No penetrative sex,” she clarifies. Her mouth tips up in a wicked grin. “I didn’t say anything about oral, though.”
For fuck’s sake, this woman.
“Excuse me for being under the impression that ‘no sex’ meant no sex of any kind, Colette.” I give an extra tug on her hair to emphasize my point.
“Well.” She bites her lip. “What a happy surprise for you.”
A happy surprise indeed. As long as I don’t come in two seconds like I did last time.
Cole taps the leg nearest her where I’m sitting on the edge of the tub, urging me to stand. When I do, she follows, rising onto her knees, the water sloshing a bit over the edge of the tub. Eager hands find the waistband of my jeans, unbuttoning the row of buttons with fervor. Her melodic laugh echoes through the bathroom when she realizes I’m not wearing anything underneath.
“Really, Ben? Going commando now?” She smirks, eyes meeting mine, and damn this view is…unforgettable.
“I…” I’ve temporarily forgotten how to communicate. Staring down at Colette Russell, on her knees forme. It feels wrong. I should be the one on my knees worshipping her like the goddess she is. “I was just running down to the shop. Wasn’t expecting to have anyone else taking my pants off,” I explain lamely, my mouth still dry from simply looking at her.
My dick springs out from between the buttons as soon as she’s undone all of them. Then, this vixenlicks her lipsat the sight. Her hand wraps around my cock, the same way my fist is wrapped around her hair. She doesn’t even bother pulling the jeans all the way down before her tongue darts out to catch the precum already dripping out.
I use that hand in her hair to guide her toward me. My hips are eager to meet her lips, pulsing forward on their own volition. Cole looks at me and sticks her tongue out, flat and ready. Pulling slightly, I angle her head, positioning my dick with the other hand.
In the back of my mind, I know she’s avoiding deep conversation with me. She opened up and now she’s closing herself off to me mentally by opening those pretty, plump lips. I care, I do. And at the same time, I’m a pathetic man who will take any crumb this woman offers me.
So I thrust, eliciting a deep moan that vibrates through my very soul as Cole wraps around me. She’s needy, squeezing my thighs in encouragement as she bobs enthusiastically. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, running down her flushed cheeks. The sound of splashing water is what I concentrate on as I try not to come down Cole’s throat. Yet.
Yet—the word that is sustaining me right now.
She whimpers, and I watch, enraptured, as her hand slides down her own body. She pinches one of her nipples beforeallowing her hand to disappear between her thighs. It moves rapidly, dragging her own pleasure out even while she still has me wrapped in the wet heat of her mouth. She’s so fucking good at anything she does, always has been.
