He licks his lips and blinks, and the look is gone. "I had something else in mind for tonight," he says, his voice all husky and s.e.xy and not at all needy. Like he knows. "Something I"ve been thinking about since you leaned against my door and wiggled that gorgeous a.s.s of yours at me."
I don"t remember wiggling anything, and I tell him as much.
"Hmm." He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth as he thinks about this, and it"s like an electric current straight to my c.l.i.t. Oh G.o.d. He releases it with a wet pop. "It was something incredibly tempting, anyway." He curves one hand under my body as he"s talking, cupping his hand over my a.s.s, his fingertips teasing at the sensitive tissue in the middle. "Have you ever had anyone here, Hailey?"
I shake my head, my heart pounding a mile a minute.
"Too much?"
Is it obvious on my face? "No," I squeak, because while it"s much more intense, more intimate, than anything I"ve experienced before, I don"t want him to stop.
I never want him to stop.
He hums against my sternum as he moves slowly down my body. "Is it okay if I touch you like this?"
"Yes." Definitely yes. I squirm inside the warm, safe circle of his arms, but yeah, it felt good. Surprisingly good. Like I might kick him if he stopped.
"Don"t think about it. Just feel."
Oh, I"m feeling. And reacting. My p.u.s.s.y clenches, demanding to be filled, or licked, or both. Yes, definitely both.
"This was worth me playing burglar, yes?"
That reminds me. "You"re lucky, you know. Another day or two and you"d have been out of luck."
"Why?" He licks a lazy circle around my belly b.u.t.ton, and my eyes roll back in my head.
This has to be why I share what I say next, because I"m not thinking clearly. He"s worked his way behind all my filters and censors and good girl nonsense, and now I"m going deep in the TMI zone. His finger is circling the inside of my a.s.s cheeks, it"s his own d.a.m.n fault. "My period"s due later this week. You really should schedule your break-ins in advance." He bites my belly and I squeal. "You know," I continue, more breathlessly this time. "To avoid inconveniences."
"I"m pretty sure I"m not so much of a jerk that I"d call that an inconvenience." He clearly thinks the label applies in other ways. Maybe it does.
The sum total of what I know about Cole-really know, truly in my heart-is how right it feels when he"s between my legs. His hands, his head, his c.o.c.k.
Right now, it"s his head, and I"m in heaven.
In the morning? Maybe h.e.l.l. But it"ll be worth it.
With his free hand, he squeezes my inside thigh as he presses it up the bed, holding me wide open for his questing tongue. And fingers.
I whimper as his thumbs stokes over my perineum, sliding into the slippery wetness that proves I like exactly what he"s doing. And then he pulls that moisture back and- "Oh!" This time it"s more of a gasp than a whimper as he uses my own arousal to ease his fingertip into my tight rear hole. Just the tip. Just enough to make it burn. The muscles there clench and relax on their own, blooming in arousal, and I wiggle-okay, now I"m wiggling, d.a.m.n him.
"Yes," he mutters, his gaze hooded and heavy, fixed on the spot where he"s just barely penetrating me. "That"s so f.u.c.king hot. You are unbelievable, Hailey. You"ll take anything I give you, won"t you?"
I nod and push against his finger, not even realizing I"m doing it, but as I press, I open for him, and his finger slides slowly into my body. Where n.o.body has ever been before. I"m going to die, and it"s not from embarra.s.sment, because it feels too good. Intense. Almost painful. Burning, yes. But so d.a.m.n good, I never want him to stop touching me there. I gasp again, that"s all I"m reduced to now, noises and mewling, as my hands grab at the bed beneath me.
He dips his head, dark spiky hair covering my view of his mouth as he begins going down on me, but I can feel it. All of it. The licks. The sucks. The swirls that make my legs tremble. He kisses every bit of my p.u.s.s.y, and with each sizzling contact, my world narrows to the push and pull of impending climax. I rock my hips under his face, and at first I try to hold on to the bed, to contain myself, but then I"m sliding my hands into his hair and it"s so much better.
Restraint is totally the wrong way to go when the man of your dreams is licking your p.u.s.s.y like it"s made of spun sugar.
And finger-f.u.c.king my a.s.s. I can"t forget that. He won"t let me, because as he slowly twists me towards what feels like it"s going to be a heavy, layered o.r.g.a.s.m, he"s still talking. Individual words like "tight" and "wet", "sweet" and "hungry."
Then his thumb takes over, sliding deep into my p.u.s.s.y before lazily rolling up and around my c.l.i.t, a slow slide of thick flesh on lubricated skin. And that frees up his mouth for full-on sentences again, and I die and go to heaven, coming all over his hand as he presses his rough cheek against my thigh and tells me I"m beautiful. "You come so sweet, Hailey. Jesus, I need you."
"Take me," I pant, flopping my hands wide on the bed. I"m boneless, my brain cells scrambled but good, and he could f.u.c.k me like a speed demon right now and I wouldn"t care.
That"s not Cole"s style, though. He grins at me, all feral animal, and ever so slowly slides his hands under my hips and flips me over.
Like I"m a f.u.c.king pancake. Except...yup. I pretty much am.
This works too. Not sure it"s my best angle, but he likes my b.u.t.t.
"I told you," he whispers in my ear as he looms beside me, his erection pulsing heavy against my hip. "I need you, and not for a quick f.u.c.k. I don"t want to just take you. I need you writhing beneath me. I need you digging your heels in my a.s.s, f.u.c.king back at me as I sink b.a.l.l.s deep into your hot, wet, delicious p.u.s.s.y."
"Okay," I breathe, not entirely sure how that"s going to happen because boneless.
"We"ve got all night," he says, laughing under his breath at me.
I smile despite myself. "You don"t need to sleep?"
"An hour or two, maybe. If I get my fill of you." He kisses my shoulder, then sinks his teeth gently into the fleshy part of my back as he trails his hand down my spine, his fingertips the only point of barely-touching contact on my skin. Smoothing his palm over my a.s.s, he lifts his torso up as if by magic-or impressive abs, because he has those in an eight-pack-and keeps stroking down my legs, raising a trail of gooseb.u.mps in his wake. My p.u.s.s.y clenches at the promise of more. "I love how soft you are here," he says, curving his fingers to the extra-fleshy part at the top of my generally heavy thighs. "Spread."
One word, and I instantly comply. But instead of thrusting his fingers inside me, or teasing my sensitive, still nerve-twitchy flesh, he just cups my p.u.s.s.y in his big hand and lifts my pelvis into the air. I scramble onto my knees, keeping my cheek pressed against the bed.
He settles behind me, those hands spread across my b.u.t.t. I wish I had some lube. I wish I was the type of girl to look over my shoulder and say, "Hey, I"ve got lube in the top drawer of my dresser. Feel free to f.u.c.k me in the a.s.s."
But I"m not that girl. I"m not a prude, not anymore, but I don"t have lube on demand and my s.e.x talk is going to need a few practice rounds before I"m tossing out the backdoor invite with ease. So instead, I wiggle my b.u.t.t.
And Cole laughs.
This I can do.
"That was fun," I whisper, loud enough that he can hear me, but quiet enough that my voice doesn"t waver and crack.
He sucks in a breath. "You have no idea how much I want to do more to you, Hailey."
"Tell me." I close my eyes and arch my bottom into his touch.
Instead of detailing all the depraved acts on his mind, he drags the head of his erection through my wetness, my swollen l.a.b.i.a parting for him as he presses into me, just an inch. Just enough to stretch me around his girth and make me want more. "This, for one thing." He strokes in and out, shallow thrusts that have me arching for more. "And this." Deeper now. Harder. "I want to tie you up. Cuff your hands behind your back so I can hold on to them as I f.u.c.k you like this."
"What else?" I pant the question, eager for more.
"Everything. I want you to ride my lap as I pull your hair and suck on those pretty pink nipples."
I groan at that image, and Cole pulls me up onto my hands, then higher, so I"m unsteadily on my knees, but he"s got me, one of his forearms banded around my torso beneath my aching b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He drives his c.o.c.k up and into me, this angle sharper and more intense than before. And his other hand is twisting in my hair.
Pulling.
I whimper, and he nips at my earlobe. "Sweet Hailey likes to be f.u.c.ked hard, doesn"t she?"
I nod. I do. "By you. Only you."
"Because you"re mine."
My breath hitches in my throat. "Yes."
"I like to play games with you. It"s unbelievably s.e.xy because you are s.e.xy. But don"t use games to put distance between us, beautiful."
"No...." He"s literally inside me. The distancing will come later. By him. Not me. I"m just trying to hang on to my hat.
He grunts in my ear. "Too late. Time for the good girl to get her punishment."
Oh. I try-fail-to suppress a grin, because that sounds awesome.
"It"s hardly punishment if you enjoy it," he growls, pinching my nipple at the same time.
I lean into his hand, making him cup my entire breast, as much as he can hold. Inside me, he"s still moving, slow drags in and out of my slick p.u.s.s.y that make it hard to think. "I don"t think there"s anything you could do that I wouldn"t like," I sigh, rolling my head back against his shoulder. His grip tightens on me and he flexes his c.o.c.k deep inside me, reminding me just how full he makes me.
How empty I am when we"re not doing this. So there is a way he can hurt me.
"Don"t leave me again for weeks," I whisper, and I try to turn my face to look at him, but he jerks me forward, tumbling us both onto the bed. He slips out of me as we fall, his c.o.c.k slapping the inside of my thigh with a wet, taunting whack. I growl at him, and he wraps his hand around my jaw, his thumb playing at my bottom lip.
"I"m no good for you," he mutters. "I don"t want you to know how I deal with murderers and perverts."
"I can guess." I shove up onto all fours, presenting myself to him. Demanding he keep f.u.c.king me.
"Don"t." He lazily slaps my a.s.s as he finds my entrance again and thrusts deeply. Leaning over me he grabs my hair again. "Stay innocent of all that, Hailey. I"ll give you as much of this-" He slams his hips into mine. "As much of this as you want. As often as I can. But out there? Pretend you don"t know me. Go to work and be a good girl, for real. I love that about you."
Oh my G.o.d. He"s moving over me, into me, faster now, and the thick crown of his c.o.c.k is. .h.i.tting a spot inside me that is obliterating all higher function, but Cole Parker just used the L-word in the same breath as saying he doesn"t want anything to do with me in daylight hours, and I"m mad and happy and turned on and it"s not fair.
Nothing about this is fair.
Including how fast I"m rocketing toward an o.r.g.a.s.m.
Cole"s hand slides down my sweat-slicked back to grab my hip, his other hand drifting up and down my neck, between my jaw and my collarbone, before he settles it heavily where my neck meets my shoulder.
And then the talking is over. Cole"s pounding into me, holding me in place as he pistons his hips at an unbelievable pace that drives me into the stratosphere. My hands slip on the sheet as he drives me up the bed toward the headboard, the only sounds in the room now grunts and slaps and moans.
Feelings take over as I fragment into parts. Inside, he"s stretching and filling me, rubbing exactly the right spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head and the most unholy noises rip from my mouth-oh yes, right there, I think, or maybe I say it, I can"t be sure. I"m definitely saying things, babbling and moaning for more because I"m aching and it"s right there. So close.
I hear myself, from a distance, as that narrowing sensation returns and I"m just nerve endings and sound.
Holy s.h.i.+t, I"m loud, I think abstractly as Cole launches me into a spectacular, blinding o.r.g.a.s.m.
Above me, he"s swearing as he jerks hard against me, filling me up with his come.
Oh, that"s going to be so messy.
He pulls out and rolls me onto my side, and I slide one hand between my legs-to hold it in. To just hold it, the tiny bit of Cole that I get.
He disappears for a second and comes back with a washcloth from my bathroom and cleans me up, finis.h.i.+ng with an open mouthed kiss to my p.u.s.s.y that makes me want to climb on top of him and do it all over again, but it"s so late, and he"s climbing into bed next to me.
Sleep sounds just as good as s.e.x right now. And if he"s still here when I wake up, that"ll be even better.
-ten-.
Cole.
My phone chirps at five thirty in the morning. It"s still dark outside, but Hailey"s not in bed.
How the h.e.l.l did she get up without me realizing?
I leap out of bed before I hear her clinking dishes quietly in the kitchen. Since I"m up, I make the best of it and go find her.
She squeaks as I wrap my arms around her from behind.
"Good morning." Her voice is warm, her body soft and relaxed as I kiss her neck, but something is off.
I bring my lips to her ear. "It"s the middle of the night."
"I figured that was your morning and decided to make coffee."
"Why are you up?"
She shakes her head and doesn"t look at me. "Just couldn"t sleep."
"You conked out quickly last night."
"You mean three hours ago, after you ravished me?"
I laugh against her. "Ravish? I think I f.u.c.ked your brains out."
"Yeah. That. It was good."
I brush my lips against that spot behind her ear. "Better than good."
She nods. "Much better."
"So?"
A shrug. I don"t like shrugs. "So nothing. Here. Coffee."
She hands me a cup over her shoulder, full of my favorite black liquid, and I sip it. "Nice. Come back to bed."