by Ava Grace
Then he kissed me.
And unlike the first kiss, it was anything but chaste.
Cole’s mouth closed around mine with passion and purpose. I groaned with relief and melted into him, opening my mouth wider to kiss him deeper. When he backed me into the bathroom wall, I gave up on modesty and took my arm away from my chest before lifting both and wrapping them around his neck. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and it was game over.
The kiss soon turned frantic. The heat from the shower had filled the bathroom with steam, creating a balmy, erotically charged atmosphere. Cole slid his hands around my back and pulled me to him—the hardness in his swimming shorts pressing against me, making me whimper into the kiss. My pulse sped.
“Yes,” I hissed into his mouth. “I want you, Cole.”
He pulled back from the kiss and I reached for him, bemoaning the loss.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice deep and husky.
I nodded. “I’m ready. More than ready. I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
The tenderness in his expression made me melt. “Me too.”
He looked back at the shower stall then said, “Let’s take a shower together.”
The idea filled me with excitement and my pulse quickened further in anticipation. “Okay.”
Cole checked the temperature of the water then slid his hands into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down his legs before kicking them off. His erection stood tall and proud. I couldn’t resist. I reached out, ghosting my fingers up the length of his shaft. His skin was hot and unbelievably smooth.
Cole hissed, his eyes squeezing shut. “Lydia. God, yes.”
Spurred on by his reaction, I took his cock in my hand and stroked up and down his length.
“Does this feel good?” I asked.
“Like you wouldn’t believe. Come on. Let’s get in before the water goes cold.”
He pulled back the shower curtain then stepped into the tub. I didn’t hesitate to pull the bikini bottoms down my legs and made to get in, but Cole held me back at arm’s length, eyeing my body evident approval.
“Let me look at you,” he said. “Jesus, you’re so beautiful.”
I couldn’t stop the blush that spread across my cheeks. “Thanks. I feel beautiful when I’m with you.”
He took hold of my hand, helped me into the tub then pulled the shower curtain back into place. There was a moment of awkwardness as we stood facing each other, both waiting for the other to make a move. Then Cole smiled slowly and my heart stuttered. He leaned down and kissed me, and I felt it all the way down to my toes.
The water sliced down on our bodies as the kiss grew intense. When Cole pulled me to him, the feel of his slick naked body pressed against mine was better than I ever could have imagined. There was no more awkwardness between us. We explored each other’s bodies with light, languid strokes—each touch turning me on more until I was close to begging him to make love to me.
Cole squeezed some soap into his hand then rubbed his palms together, building up a lather. When he was done, he set to washing my arms and shoulders. My stomach and legs came next and with each stroke of his hands, his fingers got perilously close to my pussy. But he didn’t touch me there. I was panting by the time he’d finished washing me and so close to begging him to touch me. My core was aching, needing relief.
“My turn,” Cole said, getting to his feet.
I groaned and reached for the soap. “You’re a tease.”
He chuckled and lifted his shoulders in a shrug, looking unrepentant.
I washed him just as he’d done to me. I had to admit that it was more fun than I had anticipated and in payback, I teased him every bit as much as he’d teased me.
“Touch me, Lyd,” he groaned when I washed his hips and the area around his cock.
I bit back a grin. “What’s wrong? Don’t like to be teased?”
He growled and reached for me, kissing me hard and deep. Soon all thoughts of teasing one another were over. Cole grabbed a handful of my ass and dragged me against his erection. I gasped.
“Please, Cole,” I begged.
He pulled back from the kiss and studied my face as if searching for signs of uncertainty. He wouldn’t find any because I was a hundred per cent sure about him and where our make-out session was headed.
“I want this,” I assured him. “I want you.”
Cole turned off the water then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my shoulders. “I just needed to be sure. I don’t want you to regret anything that happens between us. You mean too much to me.”
“I could never regret a moment I spent with you. You don’t have to keep asking me how I feel about this, Cole. I promise you. This is what I want.”
He grinned. “Is that your way of telling me to shut up and kiss you?”
A carefree giggle burst from my lips. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”
Fortunately, Cole did shut up and kiss me. At the same time, he dragged his hand down my stomach then cupped my mound, his fingers sliding between my folds. Finally having his hands on me was worth every minute he’d used up teasing me. I gasped into his mouth, so turned on that I could barely stand it. I reached down and took hold of his cock, gripping it firmly in my palm.
“Oh, God,” he groaned. “Let’s take this into the bedroom.”
I was so onboard with that.
We climbed out of the tub and made our way into the other room. I tried to towel dry myself roughly as I walked but it was a difficult thing to accomplish with Cole’s hands touching whatever part of me he could reach.
When his mouth met mine, I dropped the towel and plastered myself to Cole’s body, feeling every hard inch of him against my damp, flushed skin. We fell onto the first bed we reached—mine and then things got really interesting.
As Cole’s tongue slid into my mouth, dueling with my own, I spread my legs wide to accommodate his hard, muscular body. I was desperate to feel him slide inside me, but before I could beg him to fuck me, Cole began kissing his way down my neck and the sensation was too good to ignore.
“Yes,” I hissed, tilted my head to the side to allow him better access.
He kissed lower, capturing one of my nipples between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. I arched my back off the bed, a needy groan slipping from my lips. Cole took my other nipple between his fingers and rolled it gently until I writhed and groaned and begged him for more, both with words and my body.
“Please, Cole.” I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but he seemed to understand.
He gave my nipple one last lick then he kissed his way down my stomach and lower still until he hovered above my clit. He blew a puff of cool air onto it before covering it with his lips and sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh, God, yes!” I cried out, bucking off the bed.
I’d waited so long for this and I could tell that Cole was delighted by my reaction as he encouraged me with little sounds of approval. My clit had only ever been stimulated by my own fingers and having Cole lick and suck it was more intense than I could have imagined. I let out a little cry as his fingers joined in on the fun. He dipped them between my folds, sliding them through my wetness before pushing one inside. That time I wasn’t sure who groaned the loudest.
“So tight,” he breathed, massaging my insides gently. “Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
Excitement and apprehension warred within me. I wanted him so much, but I was nervous, having never done anything like this before. But I didn’t let my fear dominate. This was Cole, he’d never hurt me in his life and I knew he never would, not if he could help it. I trusted him implicitly. Just as the thought came to me, Cole sucked harder on my clit and then I was right there, balancing on a tight rope of pleasure and about to fall off.
“Cole!” I shouted and that was all the warning I could give him before I came violently on his tongue. I shook and shuddered through one of the strongest orgasms I’d experienced.
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p; “That’s it, Lyd,” Cole encouraged. “Take what you need from me.”
When the tremors finally subsided, I fell back against the sheets, sated and gloriously happy.
“That was so hot,” Cole said as he loomed over me.
He leaned down and kissed me and I tasted myself on his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and Cole gave me his weight. A feeling of warmth and safety enveloped me. There was nowhere on earth I’d rather have been in that moment.
I rolled us so that I was lying on top then I broke the kiss and grinned down at Cole. “Your turn,” I said with a wink.
Following his earlier lead, I kissed my way down his body, stopping to pay special attention to his nipples. I nibbled and sucked and bit down on them and it was that which seemed to send Cole into a frenzy. He pressed his hand to the back of my head, encouraging me to bite down harder. He hissed and shouted and bucked and I delighted in how much I was able to turn him on.
I move down his body until I was face to face with his cock. It sat stiffly, long and proud against his flat stomach. I ran my finger down the length first, tracing the blue vein. Then I followed on with my tongue. An animalistic growl slipped from his throat.
“Jesus, so good, Lyd. So damn good.”
I pressed my tongue flat against the little slit on the head of his cock, tasting the tangy, salty flavor of him. I wanted more. Grabbing hold of his thick girth, I fed his cock into my mouth. It was bigger than I’d anticipated and stretched my mouth wide. I moved up and down on it, getting it nice and wet.
I started out slow, feeling slightly awkward and unsure if I was doing it right or if Cole was enjoying it as much as he should have been. But any doubt I had disappeared when I heard his words of encouragement.
“That’s perfect, Lyd. Feels so good. Don’t stop, please.”
He stopped talking after that only to start moaning and mumbling instead. Encouraged, I took him deeper and sucked him harder. It wasn’t long before we’d built up a steady rhythm, moving together in sync. When Cole started thrusting into my mouth with more force, his hips jerking erratically, I suspected he was close. I pulled off his cock abruptly.
“Don’t come like this,” I warned him. “I want you to come inside me.”
Cole’s eyes went wide. He grabbed me under my armpits and dragged me up his body.
“Say that again?”
I fought to control the blush that was beginning to spread across my cheeks.
“I said, I want you to come inside me.”
Cole stared at me, his brow creased. “You want me to fuck you?” he asked. “Now?”
I shot him a half amused, half questioning glance. “Isn’t that where this is heading?”
He shook his head. “I hadn’t thought, I mean, I don’t…”
I took his face between my hands. “I want to do everything with you, Cole. Now and ten years from now. I want you to make love to me.”
He kissed me hard, groaning into my mouth. “If that’s what you want,” he said after a moment. “That’s what we’ll do.”
This time it was Cole who rolled me so that I was beneath him. I opened my legs wider then looked down between our bodies at his burgeoning erection, hovering above my pussy.
“Do it,” I instructed. I want you to.”
An agonized expression washed over his face. “I don’t have any condoms.”
I ran my hands down his sides, slowly until they reached his hips. “I just want you with nothing between us. Please, Cole. I need this.”
Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, he closed his eyes then leaned his forehead against mine.
“You want my cock, Lyd?” he asked. “Just like this, nothing between us.”
Reaching between us, I grabbed his shaft and guided it inside me. Cole kissed me and a long, drawn-out groan slid into my mouth as his cock slid into my pussy.
I held my breath, preparing myself for pain or discomfort but before I felt anything of the sort, Cole was buried as deep as he could go inside me.
“You feel so much better than I imagined,” he said, his voice thick with need. “So wet and tight—so hot.”
I finally allowed myself to drag in a breath. “Feel’s good, Cole. So full.”
After a few moments, when I was sure I’d adjusted to his thick cock stretching me, I lifted my hips in a bid to encourage him to move.
He did, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back inside. We both groaned at the incredible sensation. Neither of us knew what we were doing, but that didn’t matter because all too soon we moved together with ease, as if we’d been making love to one another for years. Cole started thrusting his hips harder, moving inside me deeper, stretching the walls of my pussy to their limits.
The bed banged against the wall with each thrust. I was so wet by this point that his cock made loud squelching sounds as he slid in and out. I would have expected that to be embarrassing, but it only turned me on more. As he continued to fuck me, Cole reached a hand between us and started rubbing on my sweet spot. It felt amazing.
“Are you sure you want me to come inside you?” he asked. “Cause, I don’t know if I’ll be able to pull out. You feel too good and I want to come in you so badly.”
His words excited me. Soon I was thrusting my hips wildly, fucking him with just as much passion as he was giving me.
“Come in me, Cole,” I begged. “Please.”
He sped up the movement of his fingers against my clit and I rose my hips to meet them, chasing another release. I didn’t have long to wait. It started in the base of my spine then went straight to my core.
“Cole!” I shouted. “Yes. I’m gonna come.”
“Do it, Lyd,” he said. “Come for me so that I can come in your tight little pussy. You want that, don’t you, baby girl?”
With a loud shout, I threw back my head and came hard, my pussy clenching and clamping down on Cole’s cock. He grunted into my mouth and followed me over the edge, shooting his seed inside me. Burst after burst of wet heat filled my insides and it felt so good—so right. I never wanted it to end. Cole pressed his hips tight against mine through the last vestiges of his orgasm. When we were both spent, we collapsed together in a heap.
“That was insane,” I said, panting as Cole’s warm breath whispered against my neck. “I never knew it could be that good.”
“It’s always going to be that good,” Cole said. “Because you and I were made for each other. I always knew it, Lyd. You’re mine.”
I held him tight against my chest as his cock softened inside me. “And you’re mine,” I said. “Now and always.”
The End
One Little Mistake
Ava Grace
Chapter One
Yawning loudly, I threw back the bed sheets then climbed out of bed, crossing the room on autopilot. I rolled my neck from side to side and stretched out my five-foot five-inch frame as I padded to the bathroom barefoot. Despite feeling exhausted, I was happy and looking forward to the future. That was mostly owing to the fact that the day before, I’d taken my final SAT test and I was fairly confident I’d aced it. Apart from my graduation ceremony, high school was officially over. In a couple of months, I’d be leaving for college and that day couldn’t come quick enough.
Don’t get me wrong, I had a great home life. I loved my dad and stepmom and stepbrother, Seth who was currently away at college. However, the thought of heading out into the world and being more independent filled me with excitement. I couldn’t wait.
Throwing open the bathroom door, the smile on my face slipped and I yelped when I nearly collided with my annoying if not devastatingly handsome, stepbrother, Seth—my very naked, stepbrother, Seth. Shock froze me in place even as embarrassment heated my cheeks.
I meant to turn away, I really did, or at least to squeeze my eyes shut to give him some privacy, but instead, my traitorous gaze roamed down the length of his tattooed chest and stomach until it reached... Dear God, he was pierced. Down there. I gasped and my
gaze shot up to his face only to be confronted with an extremely cocky grin. It was an expression I’d come to know well and each time I saw it, it did funny things to my stomach.
Seth’s military buzz cut made him look more like a thug than like someone who’d enlisted, but the hairstyle suited him and added to his bad-boy appeal. I thought he looked like a young Wentworth Miller, but I don’t think he would have appreciated me saying so. Comparison aside, Seth was hot. And he knew it.
“See anything you like?” he taunted, making no move to cover himself.
“I...”
His full, fleshy lips were twisted up in one corner as waited for my reply. This time I really meant to look away, but I found myself sneaking another peek at his genitals and my mouth fell open in surprise as I caught another glimpse of the shiny metal piercing on the end of his cock—which was starting to get erect the more I stared at it. When my mouth opened even wider, Seth let out a throaty chuckle and this time, finally, I spun around.
“What the hell, Seth!” I folded my arms. “Why didn’t you lock the door?” God, I really hated the Jack and Jill bathroom that my stepbrother and I had shared for three years before he’d left for college.
Movement in the mirror over the sink caught my attention and I imagined him shrugging his wide shoulders.
“Why?” he questioned. “You’re the only one likely to walk in on me.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Didn’t he care if his stepsister saw him naked? I mentally slapped myself upside the head. What was I thinking? Of course he didn’t care. Seth was the most insufferable, arrogant person I’d ever met and seeing as he had the body of a world class athlete, why would he care if anyone saw it in all its glory. Did I mention that he was arrogant?
“When did you get home?”
“Last night. I tried to say hi, but you were dead to the world. Snoring and everything.”
“I don’t snore,” I snapped.
Another chuckle. “Sure you do. And you drool.”