Cole's throat bobs as he swallows roughly and it's as if he's frozen in place. I reach for his hands, lifting them up to my breasts until he's cupping each one. His cock presses against my center with only our clothing separating us. I'm taking a chance. I'm taking all my chips and putting them on Cole Wild. He groans, the sound half strangled as he presses against me, his hands wrapping around my breasts.
“Ella, darlin’,” he breathes, his face contorting. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I nod. “I want this,” I admit, letting out a shallow breath. “I want you.” I pause, his gaze penetrating mine. “Love me, Wild.”
“Fuck,” he groans before his mouth crashes back into mine.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
COLE
In a matter of seconds, I'm on my feet lifting her into my arms before carrying her down the hallway to her bedroom. Her hands are in my hair, her lips trailing down my neck as I find her room and step inside. I kick the door shut behind me and Ella murmurs against my neck.
“Lock the door,” she says breathlessly as she nips at my bounding pulse. “I don't want Chloe to walk in on us.”
Dammit.
The thought of her daughter has me freezing in place. My movements are slow as I turn back to the door and reach for it, but Ella immediately breaks the moment between us. She shimmies from my grip, dropping down to her feet as she half covers her naked chest from me.
“If you don't want to do this, we don't have to,” she offers, her voice dejected and small. “You're a single man without kids. I get it if you don't want to get involved with an emotionally damaged single mom.”
Her words are like a blow to my chest and I instantly feel regret for making her feel like she was anything less than everything. I lock the door behind me, immediately stepping into her space, grabbing her wrists and pulling her arms awayfrom her body. “Let's get two things straight, El,” I start as I back her toward the bed. “Number one, don't ever hide yourself from me.” She stops as the backs of her legs hit the mattress. “Number two, Chloe is the cutest kid I've ever met and you being a single mom changes nothin’ between us. It doesn't make me want you any less. It doesn't make me want this any less.” I pause, my eyes searching hers as I cup the sides of her face once more. “I want you and I want her.”
“What made you pause then?”
“I just wanted to make sure it didn't matter that she’s here.”
Her lips part slightly and she looks momentarily conflicted. “She's asleep. She has a white noise machine so she won't hear anything.”
A chuckle rumbles in my chest. I like the way she's thinking... worrying about anyone hearing her. “Good.” I start to lower her down on the bed, hooking my fingers under the waistband of her pants and panties, swiftly removing them. “When is the last time someone made you feel good, Ella? When was the last time someone other than yourself made you come?”
Blush instantly spreads across her cheeks. “It's been a long time.”
“So you don't mind if I go ahead and make you come then?”
“Be my guest,” she tells me, her voice hoarse as she stares up at me.
I move away from the bed and stand at the edge. Her legs part, her knees falling to the side as my eyes scan every inch of her body. “Goddammit, look at you,” I groan, my cock straining against my pants. “I could stare at you like this for the rest of my life.”
“Take off yours too,” she says, her voice urgent as she tries to reach for me. I chuckle again, undoing my pants and pushing them down with my boxer briefs. Ella's eyes instantly land onmy cock. “Holy shit.” The curse word on her lips makes my dick twitch. “You're big. Like big, big.”
“Don't worry El,” I murmur, lowering myself onto the bed. “I promise we can make it fit.”
She reaches for me, wrapping her hand around my length as she lets out a strangled gasp. Her fingers trail across the barbells on the underside of my dick. “Are these piercings?”
“They are.”
Her eyes flash to mine, shock mixing with curiosity. “You're full of surprises, aren't you?”
“Hmm,” I murmur again, my voice catching in my throat as I move away from her touch, lowering myself down onto my stomach between her legs. Her pussy is right in my face and I groan as I run a finger along her center, feeling how wet she is already. “You're fuckin’ soaked,” I breathe as she writhers beneath my touch. “You're ready for me, aren't you?”
“Yes,” she moans as she lifts her head. There's a touch of anxiety in her eyes and I want to chase every fear away.
“Can I taste you?”
Worry crosses her features. “I don't–it's been a long time since anyone has ever gone down on me.” Her voice drops lower. “What if I don't taste good?”
“Why don't you let me be the judge of that?” I question her, dying to run my tongue against her. “If you want me to stop at any time, tell me.”
