Holly
Sitting out here, listening to the water fall in Cole’s bathroom, knowing he was naked in the shower, those little droplets of water tracking down his body…it was the sweetest kind of torture.
I almost walked in and pretended I got lost on my way to the kitchen, or whatever, which would have been funny with the dining room being connected to the kitchen.
Now, he’s standing in front of me, wrapped in a towel like a present I would very much like to open.
There’s still this sea of history between us, of barbed comments and hurts, of missteps, of one or the other of us running, but it doesn’t seem to matter very much. Because I want to gorge myself on him like a person coming off a diet wants chocolate.
In fact…
He swears as I stroke my hands down his bare chest and then reach into the waistline of his towel and tug it off.
“Jesus.”
“Actually, my name’s Holly,” I say, lifting my eyebrows. “It’s about time you learned it.”
There’s something empowering about being completely dressed while he’s naked and vulnerable to me. Or at least that was the idea. Now that he’s completely bare, his chest and arms muscular, his cock long and thick andhard, his dark, deep eyes beating into me…it feels like I’ve unleashed a panther in an apartment. There’s an excitement fizzing through me, settling between my legs. There’s a sense ofat last, at last.
Maybe this will be a one-time thing or a two-times thing, or more. It certainly won’t last. But this constantly building pressure between us, so combustible, will finally be allowed to crack.
I look up and meet his eyes as I lower onto my knees. “You should know someone’s name before you let her suck your cock.”
Heat flashes in his gaze, but he tries to tug me up. “You might think I’m a selfish man, but I’m not selfish when it comes to pleasure. If we’re doing this, you’re going to come first.”
I anchor my hands on his muscle-bound hips, refusing to get up. “Nuh-uh, sorry. You’re not in control here.”
Not yet, anyway. I wouldn’t mind letting him toss me onto a bed. But first I’m going to get him to lose himself to me. I think maybe I need it.
“But if you want to pull my hair, feel free,” I say, winking up at him.
He swears a little more, but there’s a brightness in his eyes, like maybe he enjoys that I'm giving him shit, even now. That I’m teasing him the same way I always do. I turn my attention to what’s in front of me.
Of coursehe has a nice cock.
Not that I’m complaining, obviously. For my current purposes, I’m very pleased that it’s nice. It’s one physical blessing too many, is what I’m saying. I run my hand over it, loving the way the muscles in his chest flex when I touch him, like his whole body is bending to my will. Loving the small sound that escapes him as well. Loving that I can affect him like this, even though I also know how to slip under his skin like a sliver.
I stroke my tongue around the head of his cock as a tease before I take him inside my mouth, and then he really does spear a hand through my hair, and if my mouth weren’tveryfull, I’d be grinning at the victory. Moving my hand around, I squeeze his muscular butt as I suck him in and out, not quite taking all of him in, becausedamn.
“Oh, fuck,” he says. “That feels amazing.” His hand tightens in my hair, the slight prickles of pain exciting. “Look at me, Holly. Look at me while you suck my cock.”
It feels like I’m giving him something I’m not sure I want to give, but I still do it. I look up at him, and he thrusts into my mouth, just a little, like he’s trying to control himself but isn’t totally up for the job, and the feeling of victory, of power over this man who’s always, whether he’s realized it or not, had some sort of power over me, is seductive. Still watching him, I reach down between my legs and rub myself through my soaked underwear as I continue to suck him.
“No,” he says, his eyes fierce, and suddenly he’s pulling away and lifting me to my feet. “That’s my job.”
“You’re bossy,” I complain without any heat. Because I’m not going to lie, I’d really, really like for it to be his job.
His answer is to claim my mouth. Maybe he’s just trying to shut me up, but if so, he’s welcome to do it any time he pleases, because he kisses like he’s consuming—like I’m a feast set out before him—and now I really want him to pleasure me with his mouth.
Then he pulls away and lifts my dress over my head. It’s November and chilly as hell, but I came here with seduction on my mind, and the only thing I have on underneath is an implausibly cute red bra and thong set that makes him hiss. I’m not the kind of girl to go around wearing a thong, being that I enjoy being comfortable and feel no need to impress myself, but I’m all about special occasions.
“You didn’t just come here to set up the computer,” he says.
I can’t tell whether that’s an accusation. I decide to answer him honestly, because given the hard-on he has, I doubt he’ll have the willpower to deny me, whatever he thinks of my craftiness.
“I did want to set up the computer,” I say. Then I lower my hand into my panties again, touching myself just to screw with him. “But I also came here to fuck you. I figured we might as well get it over with.”
Something flashes in his eyes, and he moves my hand. “I told you that was my job. And when I fuck you, it won’t be about getting anything over with, Holly. It’ll be something neither of us will ever forget.”
