“Touch yourself,” he murmurs.
“Cole…”
He winks before he speaks again. “Pretend it’s me, Jessa.”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I trail my fingers down the center of my chest to my stomach, then I spread my knees as I let my fingers skim my center. My eyes never leave his face; I watch as his pale green ones follow the path of my fingers. I swirl my digits around my clit before I slip them inside, and I moan when I find myself wet. I can still feel his cum inside of me from earlier, making my center slick and sticky.
I curl my fingers as I play with myself, my thumb pressing against my clit the way Cole does, and I let out a whimper as my hips roll forward, searching for more. I let my eyes flutter closed as I pump my fingers in and out of myself, feeling my body climb higher, knowing that I’m on the verge of my climax.
“Stop,” Cole grunts. My eyes fly open as my fingers stop moving.
He’s completely naked and moves closer to the edge of the bed. I lick my lips at the sight of his cock. It’s hard, long, and thick. Removing my fingers from my center, I reach out and smear my arousal on the head of his dick. His fingers slip into the side of my hair and around to the back of my head as he tugs me closer to his length, a silent demand for me to take him into my mouth. I do without protest, because I am his.
My eyes lift to his, which are directed down at me as he pumps in and out of my mouth, slipping further down my throat with each stroke. I whimper as my desire grows, my pussy becoming wetter with each thrust of his hips, each soft grunt that escapes his mouth.
“I want to come down your tight, hot throat, Jessa,” he murmurs before he clenches his jaw. “But I want to come in your hot, tight pussy even more.” He quickly pulls out of me and takes a step back before he climbs onto the bed and sits with his back against the headboard. “Come ride me, baby.”
With shaky legs, I crawl up his body, wrapping my hand around his cock and silently guiding him inside of me until I’m fully seated on top of him, his cock stretching me completely full. He leans forward and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking me gently as his hands move to grab onto my ass.
My hips roll, unable to stay still a second longer. Cole’s head falls away from my breast and hits the back of his headboard as his hands squeeze the flesh of my ass with each move of my hips. “You feel so fucking good,” he groans.
Sliding my hand up his chest and around his neck, I hold onto him as I move a little faster, searching for my release, knowing that I need it like I need air to breathe. I slam down on him a few times before my fingers tighten against his neck, and I throw back my head as I cry out with my climax.
Cole’s hands squeeze my ass tighter as he forces my body to move through my release, hard and unyielding until he stills and I feel his cock twitch inside of me.
“Cole,” I whisper. His eyes open lazily as he grins. I’ve never felt like this before. I thought that Trent’s family was where I belonged. I thought that they were where I wanted to be. Not now that I’ve met, Cole. He’s exactly where I want to be, “You’re my home, too,” I admit.
One of his hands leaves my ass to cup my cheek as his thumb slides along my bottom lip. “Yeah, baby, I know. You and me, nobody else,” he murmurs.
We clean up and slip beneath the sheets together, his arm heavy on my waist as his breath fans against the side of my neck with each exhale he breathes. “I can’t break it off until after the first game, Cole.” I whisper the thoughts that have plagued me the past hour or so.
“You know he’s starting?” Cole asks. I roll over into his arms.
My eyes widen and I shake my head. “No, I didn’t know. I just, his parents are going to be here since it’s the first game, and I don’t want to break up with him before that,” I admit as I chew on the inside of my cheek.
“I should make you do it right now,” he grunts. “But I understand. Saturday night, then?” he asks, arching a brow.
“Sunday night, after they leave.”
Cole’s eyes narrow slightly and he grunts. “All weekend without my baby here. Fucking torture, Jessa,” he mutters.
“I think you’ll survive,” I chuckle.
“No sex,” he states gruffly.
I roll my eyes as I move toward him, my lips almost touching his. “Honey, I have no desire to be with anybody but you. So you have nothing to worry about,” I whisper.
“Damn fucking straight,” he growls, pulling my naked body against his and pressing his lips to my mouth, his tongue filling me and stroking until I’m a complete pile of mush in his arms. “Now, sleep, Jessa. You have class tomorrow,” he says before nipping my bottom lip.
“How can you kiss me like that and expect me to sleep?” I breathe.
He laughs softly as his lips kiss below my ear. “Sleep, Jessa. Before I head to campus, I’ll fuck you one more time,” he promises.
“Okay,” I sigh before rolling over in his arms and pressing my ass against his semi-erect cock.
Cole grunts as his hand slides up my side and across my chest, grabbing onto the soft flesh of one of my breasts and giving it a gentle squeeze. He doesn’t move it again, his soft breathing filling the air while I just let this moment soak in.
I’m doing it. I’m leaving Trent, leaving the family that did so much for me, but doing it for a man who seems to cherish me. I don’t know Cole completely, not like I do Trent, but I know enough to realize that everything is different with Cole. He’s gentle with me when I need him to be; he’s patient and kind. He doesn’t demand things of me, he doesn’t try to force me into anything, and he wants me to live my life, not his, and not anybody else’s.
Plus, everything else aside, being with Cole is exactly as he said—it’s like being home. Or at least what I imagine a home would feel like. I feel safe with him. The way he looks at me, it makes me feel warm inside. I’m comfortable around him, and he makes me feel good, great even. I’ve never felt like this before.
I should be concerned that he’s twenty years my senior, and I should be worried that I’m just something he wants to play with because I’m young and shiny and new, but I’m not. When he looks at me, the world melts away, and there’s just us.
Maybe I’m naïve and stupid, and maybe all of this will bite me in the ass, but I can’t imagine that a man like him would come into my life just to hurt me.
Trent already uses me and wants to do more of that. He wants to break me and doesn’t care how I feel about anything. I just can’t believe that Cole is made of the same cloth as him.
Eventually, I fall asleep, wrapped in Cole’s arms and dreaming of absolutely nothing.
COLE
MY ALARM RINGS and I quickly turn it off, rolling back to my side and tugging Jessa’s warm body against mine again. She lets out a groan, as I’m sure she’s not used to getting up this early after her long night at the restaurant.
It’s eight in the morning, and we’ve only been asleep for about three hours, but I have to get to campus. Our first game is Saturday, and I have some serious work to do to ensure that everything is ready.
“Cole,” she moans as I slip my hand down her soft stomach to her clit.
“I have to get going, baby. You sleep for as long as you need to. Go out the back and don’t worry about locking up,” I whisper against her neck as I continue to slide my fingers through her slit.
“Okay,” she exhales as she reaches behind me.
Jessa wraps her hand around the back of my neck as she turns her head and presses her lips to the underside of my jaw. Closing my eyes, I inhale her scent. She smells like vanilla and sex, so fucking good that I don’t want to leave this bed.
Her pussy is warm and becomes wet almost instantly. I roll her onto her stomach and wrap my hands around her hips to tug her back as I sink inside of her.
She sighs as I slowly take her, then she rears back with a long soft cry. Reaching my hand around her, I press my fingers to her clit and I play her as my thrusts become a little harder.
I can feel my lower back tingle while my climax edges closer.
“I’m so close,” she moans, her voice still husky with sleep.
I pinch her clit and feel her pussy squeeze me tightly as she comes. Only then do I wrap my hands tightly around her hips and fuck her, taking her a little harder, until I come on my own cry.
Slowly, I ease out of her and watch as she lays back down, her body curling into a ball and hugging her pillow. “Sleep, baby,” I murmur as I reluctantly force myself out of bed.
Without looking back, I make my way to the bathroom and close the door behind me before I quickly shower and get ready for the day. Once I’m clean, I hurry to my clothes and dress. Only when I’m completely dressed and ready to walk out the door do I look back at the sleeping body in my bed.
My cock immediately strains against my zipper at the sight of her. She’s rolled onto her stomach, the sheet just covering her ass, leaving her entire bare back exposed. Her long, dirty blonde hair is a spread out mess. It’s one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen in my life.
It takes everything inside of me to turn and walk away from her, but I do. I leave her alone, in my bed, in my house, and fast asleep, knowing that it won’t be the last time that this will happen. Jessa is mine now.
I grab a cup of coffee at the on-campus café and wink at the girl behind the counter when she hands me my hot cup of black coffee. It’s a short walk to my office, and I can’t help but feel that extra bounce in my step as I slide my key into my door and flip my lights on.
“You’re awfully chipper,” John states as he follows me inside.
“Way to sneak up on a guy,” I chuckle. I make my way toward my desk and sit down in my chair before powering on my computer.
“Keller is a fucking mess. How did you let this shit happen?” he groans as he runs his hand over his face.
Shaking my head, I lean back in my chair as I sip on my hot liquid, trying to wake myself up. “I didn’t let shit happen. Patrick forced my hand,” I shrug.
“Well, Pat is going to get some kid hurt. You know he practiced him until ten last night? He’s got him in the gym right now, and he’s going to practice him more tonight. The game is tomorrow. The kid’s gonna be completely worn out by kickoff,” John announces.
“Then that’s on Pat’s shoulders, not mine. I told him Keller wasn’t ready, and he fought me.”
“Fuck, Saturday is going to be a goddamn clusterfuck,” John moans.
I chuckle. “You are thinking far too much into this. I know our asses are on the line every year, but if Pat fucks up, then that’s on Pat. I’ll make damn sure the board knows that I was against using Keller to begin with. No freshman needs to play first string in college, he should be red shirted without a doubt.”
“Let’s go over stats for Fresno State,” he grunts.
I pull up the document on my computer, deleting last year’s seniors, and we spend the next few hours talking about the players, their stats, and their possible plays for the game tomorrow. All the while, visions of Jessa asleep and naked in my bed play on a loop in my head.
I can’t wait until after this weekend, when she officially leaves Trent and is without a doubt mine. I feel like a kid at Christmas, wanting to open my presents early—though, didn’t I already do that? I smirk to myself, thinking about how I’ve been inside of Jessa on multiple occasions, and how I can’t wait to be right back there again.
JESSA
HURRYING INTO MY dorm room, trying to stay unseen, isn’t easy—especially in mid-morning. Although, I’m not sure who would care or even know where I was coming from, or why. Once I’m inside of my room, I look around and breathe out a sigh of relief that Ines isn’t around to ask any questions.
I already showered at Cole’s, so I hurry to change into jeans and a t-shirt for my class that starts in twenty minutes. Racing around my room, I grab my books and shove them into my bag just as there’s a knock on my door. I suck in a deep breath and try to calm myself down as I reach for the handle and open the door.
“Ready?” Trent asks as he shoves his hands in his pockets. I nod, stepping out of my room and tugging the door closed to assure that it’s locked behind me. “My parents will be in town tonight at eight. I told them we’d go to Bison Witches, since you’ll be working. You can take a break with us,” he states as we walk toward our class.
I don’t speak, knowing that this will be the end of us. This last weekend is all that we’ll have. Though I want Cole and I don’t want to be with Trent anymore, there’s a part of me that’s a bit sad to see my life change, too.
I’ve been with Trent for over four years. I’ve lived with him and his family for three, and they’ve been intertwined in my life for almost as long as I can remember.
“You took Saturday off, didn’t you?” he barks harshly.
“I did,” I murmur. “I thought that we’d look online for something to do with your parents for the day.”
Trent snorts. “I’m playing a game and then I’m going to party and fuck. No way in hell am I going to entertain my parents at all on Saturday, or Sunday. You can get up and deal with them while I sleep,” he grumbles.
“If I’m with them, then who were you planning on fucking Saturday night?” I snap.
I don’t think about how my tone comes across, or my words, or the fact that I just fucked someone else. I just speak. Trent turns to me, his eyes cold and mean as he sneers before he replies.
“Not you,” he hisses. “I’ll fuck who I want, Jessa, and Saturday night I’ll be fucking Rachel. You want to join, then by all means, you can join—but you’ve made it clear you’re nothing but a prude. Ice fucking cold and frigid.”
“Trent,” I gasp as I take a step back from his angry gaze.
He snorts before he laughs harshly. “You can’t think that I wouldn’t get what I wanted, can you? I mean, really, Jessa. You’re my girlfriend, and you’ll stay that way, but I’m going to get what I want too, whether you give it to me or not.”
“I can’t talk about this right now. We’re going to be late for class,” I state as I start to walk toward our classroom.
“We’re not talking about it ever, babe. It’s the way it is,” he barks.
I don’t say anything else as I open the door and hurry to my seat. Trent slowly makes his way inside and sits down right next to me as if nothing is wrong. As if he hasn’t just told me that he has every right to sleep with whomever he wants and I have to just get over it.
I’m pissed off, and acting as if I haven’t been doing the same damn thing and that I’m not a hypocrite. Although, I’m not rubbing it in his face, and I’m not expecting him to accept it.
Trent leaves right after class is dismissed, informing me that he has practice and won’t be around until his parents arrive later tonight. I’m happy to let him leave, my mind jumbled up and a freaking mess. I have to get my shit together before his parents arrive this evening.
It’s becoming clearer and clearer that I can’t stay with him; but then I think on the flip-side. Are we really that different? He’s telling me he’s going to have sex with someone else and inviting me along. I’m actually having sex with Cole behind Trent’s back, and falling in love with him at the same time.
I busy myself for the rest of the afternoon with classwork until it’s time for my job at the restaurant. My phone vibrates just as I’m walking through my door, and I look down to see that it’s a text from Cole.
Cole: Miss your body under mine.
My cheeks heat instantly, and I touch one, feeling the heat rising from his words. Nobody can see them, nobody knows what he’s said as I walk toward Bison Witches, but I do. I miss his body hovering above mine, as well.
I miss all of you.
I shamefully type as I reach for the handle of the door. I shove my phone into my apron pocket as I look around at the busy restaurant. A few of the other waitresses warned me that game weekends would make this place crazy busy, but I didn’t realize what that meant.
I thought that I understood what busy meant—I had no freaking clue.
“Better hurry. Its fucking crazy,” Keith states.
I jerk slightly and look up to him. He gives me a wink but the creepy vibes I had from him just the night before have completely disappeared.
“I was a dick yesterday,” he states.
I wait for more from him, but he just turns back to the hostess station and acts as though it’s all forgotten. I don’t have time to contemplate his complete attitude change, so I choose to ignore it and run to stow my purse away so that I can get started.
The evening goes by in a blur, and then it’s as if the air suddenly turns stifling. I can’t breathe, and I turn to the front door to see Trent and his parents standing there. Trent is talking to Keith, and I press my lips together, biting the inside of my cheek so hard that I taste blood.
Keith knows too much. Though he doesn’t really know anything, he suspects, and I don’t want Trent to hear any rumors from him. I want to be the one to tell him, and I want to do it after his parents are gone.
Trent’s eyes lift and he looks at me, a grin on his lips and a scheme forming behind his eyes. I know him. I know all of his expressions, and this one is by far the scariest. With Trent, you never know what is working behind his eyes, and he doesn’t always say it, he’ll just do it—like with Rachel and Russ.
I’m frozen in my spot as he walks toward me. Then he bends slightly and wraps his arm around my waist, tugging me against his chest before his lips press against mine in a hard, almost painful kiss. “Be a good girl, Jessa. My parents are watching,” he murmurs.
“Okay,” I lamely reply.
He chuckles as he lifts his head, and then his hand cups my cheek. “Keith wants to fuck you. Did you know he’s got a hard-on for you?” he asks as his thumb presses roughly against my lower lip. I shake my head, trying to keep from crying.
This is a man that I don’t know. This is not the boy I grew up with, and I don’t understand how he could have become a completely different person in just a few week’s time. “We need to talk about all of this. I don’t understand where all of this is coming from,” I whisper.
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