Page 109 of Hard Pass

With my hands on her hips, I guide her to take a seat on the edge of the mattress. I lower myself with her but then drop in front of her, spreading her thighs as I go. I keep my eyes on hers as I kiss the inside of one knee. Then move up her thigh with another. I use both hands to cup her ass and bring her closer.

She’s fucking gorgeous. Pink and glistening and begging for me to taste her.

What man would say no?

I slide my tongue down her slit and she moans, her hands grabbing the edge of the bed, and hips lifting up into my mouth. I take my time licking my way up to her clit, working her in slow, relentless circles before flicking it with my tongue and then pulling it into my mouth to suck on it.

Christ, she tastes fucking incredible. And just as enticing is the way her muscles tighten around me every time I fuck my tongue into her.

Teasing her.

Pleasuring her.

Coaxing her.

“Yes,” she groans, fingers tightening on my hair and dragging my face closer.

I don’t let up. Not when she starts to tremble. Not when she begs. “Please. Yes.” Not when her thighs clamp tight against my shoulders. “Stop. I can’t take anymore.” Not when her fingernails scrape my scalp in desperation. “Cole.” With greed. “Yes.” In urgency. “Now.”

I keep my face buried there, owning her orgasm and her sweet taste. I help her ride it out, wanting every last drop but she pulls me up, grabbing me like she needs something to hold on to.

Kissing me, tasting herself there, and moaning into my mouth.

And it’s the sexiest fucking thing in the world.

Now. I need to be in her right fucking now.

Within seconds we’ve repositioned, me against the headboard, her sitting astride me as our lips meet over and over, and she sinks down onto me.

“Fucking hell.” My voice is a pained groan that grates out of me.

She stills. “Does that hurt?”

“Only in the best fucking way,” I murmur.

She shifts, slow at first. The roll of her hips grinds a sound out of me as desperation consumes me.

I can’t touch enough places of her to get my fill. My palms caress her hips. I drag my teeth against her shoulder. It’s incredible when her nipples graze my chest with every grind of her hips. My cock bottoms out in her, and the slick sound of us moving is proof of what I do to her.

I drop my head back against the headboard and let the tide drag me, drowning in the weight of her as she settles down back on me. The heat of her as she tightens around me. The goddamn feel of her, because I can’t think of any other goddamn place I’d rather be right now than here.

“Yeah,” I breathe out, rough and ragged. “Just like that.”

She continues to ride me, drawing each movement out as she rises up and then slides back down.

It’s addicting to watch her move. The way her lips part and eyelids fall heavy owns me, as does the sweat misting on her skin. How her eyes stay fixed on mine as if every action is a question makes me even harder.

Does that feel good?

Do you want more?

Tell me what else you need?

“You,” I say, answering her unspoken question. Just you.

She begins moving faster now. Harder. Drawing the pleasure out until it borders on the edge of pain. My hands find her hips, pulling her down, each time harder than the last. I chase that edge, needing her closer, needing—

“Cole,” she cries out, her voice wrecked. One hand moves to dig into my biceps as if she’s begging me for more and trying to keep herself from coming apart.