“I’ll do whatever you need me to do,” I say with a smirk, and his chest rumbles.
“We don’t have time for that tonight, but we have three months to explore whatever this can be.” He teases my pussy, his cock sliding over my clit back and forth, a soft whimper leaving my lips. “Tell me that we can do this until the the three months are up, and I’ll fuck you tonight and every night until you come.” He slides inside of me gently, and I claw at whatever part of him I can reach, gasping for air.
“I—”
“Say it, Snow, and I’ll give you whatever you want.” He trails kisses down my neck and across my chest, while remaining still inside of me.
“Are you going to make me beg?” I hiss, my fingernails leaving marks all over his bare back and chest.
“I thought about it.” His sentence is barely over before he slams into me with no warning, ripping the air out of my lungs, his hand covering my mouth to mute me. “Say it, Jenna,” he says, warning in his tone, and I nod.
“Fine.” I accept his terms for selfish reasons, rocking my hips in time with his thrusts as he pounds into me, moving his hand back to cover my mouth.
It can’t happen again, but it needs to happen now.
I’ll tell him whatever he needs to hear for him to give me what I want.
“As much as I love to hear you scream for me, now is not the place. I promise this can happen whenever and wherever you want it to, but tonight has to be quick.” His breathing is heavy as he whispers against my lips.
I nod desperately against his forehead. “Make me come, Cole.”
He lifts my legs, throwing them over his shoulders, burying himself deeper inside of me, and my entire body tenses with each thrust.
“Fuck,” I pant next to his ear, feeling the goosebumps rise against his skin beneath my hands. “I’m so close.”
He quickly pulls his cock out of me, shimmying down my body, replacing the sudden empty feeling with his tongue against my clit. I rock my pussy against his mouth.
“You’re going to come once on my tongue, and once on my cock, then we’re going to go downstairs and act as if nothing happened. Do you understand me?” He says with command as he pulls away, and I nod while the back of my head rests against the heaven like bed beneath me. “I said, do you understand me?” He sucks my clit into his mouth.
I moan out my ‘yes’.
“Good girl.”
He does what he promised with ease, his tongue flicking, licking and sucking until my clit pulsates. Stars float all around us as my orgasm slams into me. He rises from his knees, pressing his open palms on my inner thighs, pushing my legs wider, and slides himself back inside of me.
Pounding into me, he peppers kisses down my neck, licking and sucking my nipples, his fingers circling my sensitive clit. I’ve never had orgasms so easily until this man accidentally stumbled into my life, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to how life was before.
He pushes himself deeper right as his body quivers and collapses on top of mine, both of us breathing heavily, and I push him off me.
“That was fun,” I say, patting his now marked chest after we’ve both had a minute to catch our breath. “Let’s do it again sometime.” I hurry to the mirror, pulling my dress back up and over my chest, flattening my hair with my hands. I don’t need any obvious signs that scream, ‘I just fucked a guy in my best friend’s spare bedroom’.
I fix my underwear and hurry out the door, toward the dining table where the games night is about to get started.
“There you are,” Cassandra says. Her words are slurred, obviously a little tipsy, which works in my favor. Usually she’d be suspicious of my absence, but she seems clueless about my whereabouts, and my missing colleague. “Games are about to begin.”
She ushers me into the dining room where everyone else waits, and I watch as Cole descends the stairs in the corner of my eye, fixing the collar of his shirt, tugging at his sleeves.
Once everyone is seated around what feels like the largest dining table in history, Lizzie slams the pile of games down onto it. “I vote Never Have I Ever to start with,” she says, wiggling her brows across the table. A few people groan, but the rest of the table seems to agree with her. “Go big or go home, I say.”
“Is it really wise to play a game like that, surrounded by people we consider family?” Olive asks, taking the lid off the box to read the instructions.
“Yes, Lizzie, it is,” Tate says, looking deadpan at Olive. They’re not even identical, and the poor guy is still confused.
“Let’s do this shit,” Harley says, rubbing his hands together after placing four beers onto the table. Cassandra follows close behind him with a tray of six cocktails, placing them in the middle of the table, each of us girls taking a glass for ourselves.
The questions go around the room quickly, and to the surprise of absolutely no one, Cassandra finds everyone’s responses either hilarious or mortifying.
No doubt because she’s had way more to drink than she usually would.
