by Maria Xystra
“Best. Choice. Of t-shirt. I’ve ever made,” he declares, and I look down my body to find his white t-shirt clinging wet all around my body, leaving pretty much nothing to the imagination.
“Allow me to argue otherwise, Mr. Theron. I would say the best choice of clothing you’ve ever made is …this one,” I point at his nakedness mischievously.
He grunts with impatience as he grabs me by the arms and pins me against the tiles. He feeds hungrily on my lips and then abruptly turns me around. He pulls my hips close to him and I position myself to grant him easy access. Wasting no time, he fills me at once. I moan over the sweet current of bliss I find when he’s fully engulfed within me. He snakes his hand around my waist as he starts taking me fast and hard. His hand finds the sensitive bud between my thighs and he strokes it in a tempo matching his thrusts. His other hand grabs my hair and pulls it slightly, guiding me closer to his chest. He nibbles my neck as I let myself surrender to him, stimulated by the water running down our bodies, his hand rubbing my clit and his cock pushing deep inside me. Our breathing becomes more rugged by the moment as we both climb higher and higher, closer and closer to our release. I drop my head and place my hands on the tiles, lost and right before the edge. He groans deep in his throat and places one hand over mine. His teeth sink into my neck and his fingers intertwine with mine as he grunts in pleasure and comes hard. I follow him straight away with my orgasm convulsing intensely around him. We both lean against the tiles until we manage to calm ourselves down.
“My God,” he mutters, still towering over me.
I want to agree with him, but I can’t really articulate anything right now. I turn and smile at him. I brush his hair away from his face and pull his head close for a deep, passion-filled kiss.
He pulls the t-shirt off me and we shower together.
When we’re all cleaned up, he turns off the tap and stands to draw his hands over his hair. I take a step back, not able to take my eyes off of him and draw the sight in. Cole stands right in front of the angel mosaic on the wall and it seems as though the wings are emerging from his own body. A tall, muscular naked angel, covered in tattoos, lifts his hazel eyes to me and my breath gets caught in my lungs. A sudden tugging in my chest catches me off guard and with much difficulty I manage to pull my gaze from him. I twist my hair to get rid of the water left while he steps out of the shower and uses a towel to dry himself up.
You’re staring again, Lex. Look away. Or…not, well I’ve already seen him in his full glory so what’s the problem? The problem is that there’s a difference between staring and creeping him out, and you’re kind of leaning towards the latter.
“Um…do you mind if I have one of those, too?” I tease him pointing at his towel.
He wraps it around his waist and reaches for a clean one.
I unfold it and realize it’s a hand towel. I glare at him and he gives me a chuckle. I dry my hands with it mockingly and toss it to him.
“Can I have its mother now?” I ask him, and he laughs. He retrieves another towel and unfolds it. Normal size this time. Reaching behind me, he drapes it over my shoulders and uses it to pull me close to him. I gasp in surprise and he grins. I lift my head to meet his lips in a soft kiss.
His phone starts ringing again – this is becoming a really bad joke. He reluctantly breaks our contact.
“I’ll give you a minute,” he says as he leaves the bathroom. “There’s a comb in the drawer if you need one,” his voice trails behind him.
“Oh, do you keep one for all your ladies?” I mumble bitterly to myself.
“I have long hair, in case you hadn’t noticed,” he shoots back and, even though I’m terrified by the fact that he heard me, I smile as I spot the amusement in his voice.
I take a moment on my own and much to my displeasure, my thoughts travel down unwelcome paths.
What the fuck are you doing, Lex? As if you don’t know any better than this. As if you haven’t already determined the end of this, whatever this is. I try to block the voice of reason out of my head, but it still finds a way to slither into my mind. You’re a fool if you think you can handle this; there’s only one way things can go and that’s the bad way. I draw in a deep breath and let it out raising my gaze to the mirror. You’ve got your five minutes of bliss, now it’s time to flee. My reflection stares back, waiting for a comeback, for a protest, challenging me to burst. Into tears, into screams, into anything. I rub my eyes furiously. Don’t go there. I push my wet hair back and rest my hands at my nape. I’m such an idiot, I admit to myself. This is doomed; I am doomed, after Marcus’s bite. No! I refuse to delve deeper into this swamp of despair. Not now. Not tonight. I determinedly leave the bathroom.
Cole is sprawled on the bed with his arm over his eyes. I lie next to him and mimic his posture. A minute later I feel him shifting and he gently traces a finger over my forearm. He lifts it up to uncover my face and I turn to find him right next to me, resting his body on his elbow.
“Whatever it is you’re thinking about, don’t,” he whispers sincerely, his voice laced with concern.
And I comply to do just that. I push away every thought and let myself submit to my feelings for once. I can sense a grin forming on my lips as I trace Cole’s cheek. He leans into my touch and gives me a full dimple smile in return. I get lost for a moment in his beautiful, warm, hazel eyes and the feeling of safety emanating from him. His face is framed by the few strands that have escaped his knot. As if I’m looking at him for the last time, I pull him close and kiss him like there’s no tomorrow.
With a sudden move, I straddle him. I use my lips to trail over his jaw, and my hands to cover every inch of him. I trace my teeth softly over his earlobe as I reach for the middle of his body. He responds to my touch and the realization of my intentions with a low moan. I cup his cock over the towel and he pushes himself towards my palm. I gently slide over his length, aware of his fully erected shaft. I tease him while I lick my way down the side of his neck, reaching the hollow of his collarbone. He gets ready to turn me over, but I resist his lead and slightly push him back. I meet his gaze through my lashes and shake my head. He obeys my silent command and relaxes back.
Too eager to get as much of him as possible, I remove his towel. Kissing and nibbling I make my way downwards; over his chest, to caress his nipples and over his torso, to form wet paths across his abs. Over his lower muscles, planting kisses along his V. I take his cock in my hand and slowly start stroking him. I position myself between his thighs and continue kissing the smooth skin around his erection.
My eyes travel to his face and I catch him looking at me with a hunger that tugs right between my thighs. I wordlessly convey my plans to him and when I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue, his eyes widen, and a glint settles in them. Leaning over him, I lick over his enlarged shaft and take its tip into my mouth. I pull back slowly, testing him, teasing him.
His grip tightens over the sheets and I can tell he’s struggling not to push himself into me. When I lower my head on him again, I take an inch more. I use the tip of my tongue to trace the rim of the head, while my hand reaches for his scrotum; one inch more while I play with his balls. I get into a steady rhythm and his breathing becomes slightly unsteady. When I draw back and hollow my cheeks to suck him hard, he lets go of a tortured growl and reaches for me.
He tosses me forcefully on my back and pins me on the mattress with his weight. He wastes no time and descends right over my sex. He places two kisses over my slit and before I get the chance to get embarrassed his tongue licks deep between my folds. My eyes roll upwards in an uncontrollable want. He spreads me open with his hand as he pushes his tongue inside me. His penetration reaches deep inside, waking every nerve of my body. He licks and pushes my clit with the tip of his tongue while I feel a finger slipping into my slickness. He alternates between kisses and suckles and it’s my turn to grab the sheets. He fills me with a second finger, and when he lifts his head to look at me, his thumb rubs my stimulated bud
in circular movements. I bite my lip hard to suppress my screams and our gazes lock. He keeps his eyes on my face as he pushes his fingers deep inside me. I arch my back and a moan escapes me. He picks up the pace and slowly lowers himself again. The moment his tongue lands on my sex I feel the first tightening in my core and when he pushes it flat against my clit I give in. My orgasm is hard and intense. Cole still devours me while I shake violently beneath his lips.
His hands trail under my towel and find my breasts. He brushes his fingers over my sensitive nipples while he slowly climbs higher onto my body. He helps me come down from my orgasm, devoting his attention to my torso. I touch his bicep and when he leans over my breast and takes my nipple in his mouth I push my hand in his hair and pull hard. He giggles, and it vibrates through my body. His warm breathing over my wet nipple sends an electric wave from head to toe. He undoes my towel in a swift movement, probably to have a full view of my naked body. I get my evidence from his piercing stare. Supporting himself on his palms, he prompts back and keeps scanning me. He raises his eyes to me and I see that newly familiar glint. So, I guess the drooling is mutual.
“Stop looking at me like that,” my words of complain come out muffled by the palms I brought up to cover my face.
“Like what?” he grins and tries to remove my hands off my face.
“You know, like that!” he succeeds in removing one hand, but I keep the other palm still in front of me.
“Like what?” he repeats removing the second hand just as I bring the other one back on my face.
“Like a predator locking target on his prey!” I manage to say while we keep playing peek-a-boo with my hands.
“Lock,” he pushes my arm up “and load!” he pushes the other one and pins them together over my head. I stop my writhing as he traces his lips over mine. I try hard to concentrate on my breathing ’cause it seems like an impossible task right now.
“Right now…” he whispers over my lips, “this very moment…” he plants brief kisses on my chin, “us together…” he lets it drift and I cling to his words as if my whole being depends on what he’s about to say. “It makes sense,” he declares as he takes a good look at me. “We make sense.”
My heart tightens in my chest, like someone’s fist has reached inside me and clawed around it. That familiar feeling of running away starts creeping its way within me. Not because I’m scared of what he’s saying, but because I feel exactly the same way. And it’s dangerous territory for me to walk through.
As if he senses my unease, he pushes my tangled wrists further into the mattress, bringing me back to him, back to the moment, our moment. He traps my lower lip in his teeth and bites lightly through a brief, mischievous smile. His kiss surprises me but it doesn’t take me long to get lost in it.
“God, Lex, I need to have you again…” he murmurs not breaking our kiss.
“And I need to have you,” I whisper back. “Inside me.”
He tenses at my audacity. I push my pelvis against his hardness.
“Can you see how hard you’re making me?” he whispers as he rubs his cock over my slit.
“Arhh!” I exhale sharply at the friction of our bodies. “I’d rather feel it…feel you.”
He moves back and forth splitting my folds with his penis. I arch my back at the sensation as it threatens to take over me. He releases my wrists and casts his attention on my breasts. His face lingers close to mine to whisper sweet nothings. He massages my breasts in methodic moves, using his thumb to stimulate my nipples while he continues pushing his hardness against my sex. I’m so close to the edge, I swear if he keeps doing that I’ll come right away.
I reach for him between our bodies and wrap my hand around his shaft.
“This is how hard you make me,” he breathes against my skin.
“I love the way you fill me,” I blurt out and he groans, getting ready to enter me. I grab his perfectly shaped ass to draw his attention. “But first, I want you here,” I draw my fingers between my breasts. He quickly gets the point and comes closer to my chest.
He takes both my breasts in his hands and rubs them in circles. He positions himself between them and I put my hands over his to keep them close together. He slowly starts moving and as he gradually gains pace I see the pleasure it gives him written all over his features. After a few strokes, and from what I can tell, his control starts slipping; he starts breathing heavily and moves abruptly away. Not far away; just downwards. He takes his cock in his fist and carefully guides it inside my hotness. We share an intense moan and just as the head of his penis is covered in my sex, he pulls back. He repeats the motion a few times, torturing me, tantalizing me, playing with me. His holding back is impressive, and it makes me crave for him even more.
With a strong shove, he’s buried deep inside me. He lowers his upper body over mine and I get to wrap my arms around him, while my legs lock him in place. I cross my ankles and lift my pelvis to take him in even deeper. His strokes hit right on that spot within me and my cleft is in constant contact with his flesh. My nipples meet his body and rub in sync with our rhythm. His heavy breathing meets mine and our eyes lock as he pushes hard inside me. I can’t tear my gaze from him, and I sure as hell don’t want to. I bite down on my lip as he groans and thrusts for the final time. We both come hard with a long moan. We let that blissful frenzy take us away. He puts his fingertips over my sex and pushes my clit against his flesh, prolonging my orgasm. I get lost in a trance as he gently lets his body collapse over mine.
“Breathe, Lex,” he smiles planting a soft kiss on my neck.
I let go of the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I giggle at the thought. That was seriously insane. I had no idea sex could be that damn good. The way my body was handled by him…all the…things he evoked in me.
“You’re so…” I start, not really sure how to finish my sentence.
“Yeah, you too.”
He lies next to me and pulls the sheet over us.
I try to think of the right way to express myself, to communicate my feelings, remembering what he keeps telling me; that I never let him know how I feel. Despite my efforts though, exhaustion takes the best of me and before I realize it, I’m dreaming of us being together. And with that, somewhere at the back of my mind, I become aware that I must be sleeping.
CHAPTER 34
I burry my face in my hands as I read Cole’s name on the screen of my phone. And for the last couple of days, this has been my most common response.
I cling to the last drop of self-control I have left just so I don’t swipe all the stuff off my desk in a single move. Hans has been on alert since yesterday, when he saw me biting back snarky comments and changing as many moods as the colors of the rainbow.
Inhaling sharply, I decide to take it. He’s been calling me for two days now; since Sunday morning, when he woke up to find me gone.
At the sound of his voice my knees turn into jell-o. Thank God, I’m already sitting down; otherwise I would be hugging the floor by now.
“Lex?” he sounds surprised that I actually answered this time.
“Hey,” my voice comes out hoarse.
“Are- are you OK?”
“Yeah…” I can’t even fool myself, but sure let’s go with that. “You?” I add hesitantly, dreading his reply.
“…Listen,” he goes straight to the point, “I just wanted to let you know that the situation with Digit has been taken care of. I had a chat with him and he explained himself. Everything is fine, so you can consider the issue resolved.”
“Oh…um, OK.”
A moment of silence drags between us.
“Erm, Lex…” he starts, and I stiffen. “It would really put my mind at ease if you’d stay clear of Alex.”
My brows are drawn together at his choice of words. Not commanding, just suggesting it. OK, imposingly suggesting it but still…
“Erm…sure,” I manage to answer just as Hans walks into my office. I try to think of an excuse to terminate the call
before it leads to a more delicate subject of discussion: the events of the other night.
“Is that Cole? Hand him over!” Hans shows me his palm and I place the device there without a second thought. “Hey, Mr. Boss. Look, my b-day is on Friday and I want the best spot at Sleepless! ’Cause that’s what’s happenin! We’re all staying up until late!” he motions to include me in his remark, already ticking my name on the list of his guests. “Yeah, the VIP would be awesome! And I expect to see your handsome-ness around! …Yeah, OK, marvelous! So, we’re pretty busy here, we’ll see you at the party of the year! See you on Fri! B-bye!” he hangs up and turns to me feigning ignorance. “Oh, sorry, were you not finished?”
He hands back my phone and I breathe out in relief. “Thanks for that.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he answers sincerely and winks at me.
My savior walks out and leaves me alone in the cage I call an office.
With great amounts of effort, I drag my feet towards the window.
I lean against it and rest my forehead on the cold glass.
I stare at the street before me, without actually registering anything.
For the hundredth time during these past two days, I think about calling him back.
I close my eyes and let my thoughts drown me once more.
What would I say? Where would I start? …I don’t even know what to say to him. How do I explain myself? Is there really a reason to? I mean, it’s not like I’d tell him I’m a vampire and he’d pop open a bottle of champagne… in what universe do I get to have a happy ending? And what right do I have to deprive him of this, from the real chance of a normal happily ever after?