by Delilah Hunt
Look higher.
She couldn’t, could she? She did. His cock jutted out, long and thick, semi hard. She lifted her gaze and saw him watching her, a dark fire blazing in his eyes. Unable to resist, Noelle looked down again, biting her lips to stifle a cry. His cock was completely hard now and swollen, sticking out from a patch of brown hair. The bulbous tip broader than imaginable, was tinged with the most beautiful shade of red she’d ever seen. Beneath the trunk-like shaft, she could see his balls, heavy and drawn up with his arousal.
“Cole…”
His eyes closed for a second then opened as he widened his legs. He was looking at her with anticipation… dear God, even a look of desperation.
“This isn’t right,” she whispered. Noelle moved a step closer to him, stopping short before touching him. His cock was so big, almost too big. She loved it. Loved the way the tip glistened with his fluids. Absolutely divine. Moist heat pooled in her panties as blood rushed into her clitoris.
What she wouldn’t give to feel his penis moving inside her, to lay beneath him and let him know that deep down she didn’t care about their differences. How sweet would it be, to let Cole take from her what she had denied herself for too many years— what shame and self- preservation kept her from experiencing once more.
His wide chest rose. Noelle watched the anger flicker across his features before his hand went to his meaty cock. He did want her to look at him. He looked up at her, eyes questioning and thick brows drawn together.
Cole wanted to know if he pleased her. Fireflies danced in her stomach, heating her lower belly. He cared… Flattening her palm against his barrel chest, she told him, “You please me, Cole. More than I ever thought possible.”
Under the moonlight, she could see his nostrils flared. Holding her hand, he guided it lower to the dark line of hair leading to his groin. Noelle shook her head but made no effort to extricate her hands. His fingers left hers to slide along her thighs. A large hand closed over her sex, cupping it and stroking through the soft jeans. Eyes wide she writhed against the pleasure and thought about pushing him away.
Cole lowered his lids dangerously and shook his head. “Don’t”
At once his fingers found her zipper, peeled it down then placed his hand over her pussy, rubbing his thumb along her slit through the sheer lace fabric of her panties.
Noelle moaned, unsure if his name fell from her lips like a prayer.
Ever so slowly, he pushed a callused finger inside her sex. Noelle squirmed against the invasion, and rolled her hips for more. His forehead knotted in concentration as he withdrew and stared down at himself, his large cock held within his large fist.
Noelle panicked. Was he going to try and fuck her? Her cunt tightened and her mind spun. However, he made no move to climb between her legs.
Thumbing her chin, he held her gaze, his dark eyes searing into hers. Noelle followed his lead as he looked downward at his fingers then back at her and finally his vision landed on his engorged cock. Her lids lowered in understanding. He was comparing the two.
She caressed his hand. “I know you’re big.” Placing her other hand to his chest, she added softly, “It’s so beautiful, Cole. I like it.”
His featured softened and the harsh lines in his face smoothed. Cole covered a hand over hers, cradling her to his chest. He stared at her again and the same knot appeared in his forehead. Whatever it was he had to say, she didn’t want him to move his hands from her body to sign. By the looks of it, neither did he.
He drew her closer and circled an arm around her back. His thumb brushed along her pussy, petting her slickened folds with the possessive touch of a lover. Noelle parted her lips on a breathy sigh and leaned into him. Eyes closed, she allowed him liberties she was probably going to regret in an hour’s time.
All too soon, she opened her eyes, biting her lips to keep the whimper at bay as Cole slowly withdrew his fingers from between her legs. He was giving her that worried look again, except this time he pointed at her pussy then his shaft.
Ohhh.
Noelle blinked. He was worried about being too big for her. She stared at him in silence. Warmth spread through her. His concern stroked something deep and sacred within her.
“You…you wouldn’t hurt me.” She paused realizing her answer might lead him to believe she was acquiescing to sex tonight, or any other time with him. Say something Noelle, anything to make him go away. She couldn’t afford to fall for Cole. Her heart would not be able to handle disappointing another person she cared about.
She opened her mouth, preparing for the fallout from whatever she would say to him. She couldn’t. Cole was gazing at her with those penetrating black eyes, searing into her soul. She wanted Cole, but was too weak to go after him. Too afraid of what her family would say and terrified of how he would look at her if he knew of her past.
Noelle placed her hand on his flat stomach, tracing circles over the rippling muscles. She trailed her fingers lower and caressed the back of her fingers along his remarkable length. She didn’t have to look up to know he watching her. Every nerve, cell in her body tingled.
She moved her hand over the base, exploring this wonderful man. Velvet over steel. Everything about him was magnificent. Her eyes held the tip, wet with his arousal, the faint scent of his arousal heightening her desire. Noelle fought desperately against the need to fall to her knees and know once and for all what that strapping, bear of a man tasted like.
“I wonder what it would be like…having sex with you,” she mused, unable to stop the words that fell from her lips.
He remained still, giving no hint to the effect her words had on him except for the single twitch she felt from his cock beneath her fingers.
She pressed her face to his, lost in the fantasy. “I love it that you’re so huge, every part of you.” Noelle cupped the back of his head and swept her lips across his jaw. “It’s almost like I can feel you inside me.” Her pussy throbbed with want. Through lowered lids, she gazed up at him. “Would you like to touch me again?” Her desire blossomed.
Cole shook his head and stroked her cheek. Noelle looked at him in confusion before shifting her gaze to his cock. Heaven help her, it was even more enticing in her need. So, why did he shake his head?
His solid chest rose and fell. Noelle watched as he grasped his penis and held it out toward her center, barely touching her. Slowly, she looked up at him. His smoldering eyes met hers and with a jerk of his head, she knew what he wanted to say. Ask me for it.
“Please, Cole. Can you touch me again?”
Noelle lay on the ground and raised her hips as Cole knelt between her legs. He pulled the jeans below her ankles. Rising on her elbows, she pleaded, “Just touch me. I need you to make me feel good. Let me pretend I can feel you so deep inside me.”
Chapter Six
Cole thought about leaving her right then and there. He knew her pussy was aching… and so was his cock. Hard and straining, with so much pre-cum spilling from the swollen tip, he would give anything to sink into her until there was no distance between them, but she didn’t want that. She didn’t care.
The only thing that kept him from abandoning her was his need to be close to her, to soothe the pain in Noelle’s voice. She was hurting and right now he was the only one who could alleviate her ache. Cole pushed away his own hurt that she wasn’t about to welcome him inside her beautiful cunt.
He pushed both hands in the opposite direction motioning for her to widen her legs. She did, without the slightest bit of hesitation. His cock swelled and hardened at the sight that greeted him. She was almost bare down there except for the faintest trace of ebony curls that he was already imagining wet with his sperm. Although it was dark, he was happy for the light of the moon shining directly over Noelle’s clit. The bundle of nerves looked full and juicy, so damn ripe. Her folds were puffy and swollen, damp with wetness for him.
She nibbled at her full lips and looked up at him. Cole felt his chest tighten. No matter what Noell
e might say, he knew without a doubt she was his woman. He took a deep breath and focused on the sheen between her labia. There was not a fucking drop of ice in her blood, just tantalizing warmth he was about to get a taste of.
He held his penis and pressed it against her pussy, holding it there and watching as her eyelids closed. Her back arched and her legs, brown and long, spread even wider to accommodate his large frame.
“More,” she whispered.
God help him, Noelle had no idea what she was asking of him. To touch her so intimately and not expect him to thrust inside her exquisite cunt and fuck until they were both breathless and spent? She was killing him. But Cole knew he would do whatever she wanted. Anything to please her and show her how much he wanted her, deserved a chance with her more than anyone else. He held her hand and brought it to his face. Her lips parted on a luxuriant sigh and ended on a sensuous smile as she touched her hand to his face in a gentle caress.
He stroked the cockhead along her entrance and over her clitoris, plump with wanton need. A tiny moan escaped her before he moved his hand and pushed her backward in the soft grass. Holding his gaze, she began removing the buttons to her shirt, pushing it open to expose her round, pert little tits in the lacy bra.
He placed a hand over a dusky nipple and covered the entire breast. Perfection. Cole squeezed and fondled the mound, delighted in the shape and size. He was happy her breasts weren’t overly large like both women he had slept with before, but big enough to bounce under the firm thrusts he wanted so badly to give her pussy.
The idea of Noelle beneath him, tits bouncing and yielding to his desire sent him reeling. Cole guided his cock faster along her glistening slit. He could feel the drops of pre-cum flowing liberally from his cock, wetting her pussy with every stroke. Underneath him, her body quivered and he didn’t miss the way she sank her teeth into her lips.
“I didn’t know it would feel like this.” She tilted her hips, seeking more from him. He pulled back and surged forward, until the broad head went fully inside her.
Her eyes widened as she tried to sit up. Cole shook his head and pushed her backward on the grass.
“D-d- don’t,” she begged, as she splayed her thighs wider and a small moan escaped her lips.
He closed his eyes and pumped slowly. God, he wished he could talk. Then he’d be able to tell her she had nothing to worry about from him. That he wouldn’t fuck her if she didn’t want him to. And if she did want to let him fuck, he would rather cut off his arm than cause her unnecessary pain because of his size.
She doesn’t want you to fuck her, a voice inside his head mocked.
Gritting his teeth, he forced the truth away and stroked the curve of her hips with his knuckles. He felt the tension in her wan at the same time her cunt tightened over his cockhead, gripping him like a vise.
He pushed aside the bra and rolled a nipple between his fingers. Noelle shivered and raised her hips. “Feels so good.”
So, she liked what he was doing. Cole strengthened his grip on the swollen base to prevent from sinking to the hilt within her. Let me in, beauty. Let me give you more.
She gripped his shoulder and whimpered. “I’ve thought about you so much, Cole. All the time, I kept thinking how it would be between us. How it would it would feel to have you…” She paused, parted her lips on a sigh and scratched her fingernails against his shoulder. “You’re so big.” She ran her fingers along the muscles on his back. “I don’t know if we’ll fit, but I think I’d want nothing more than to lie beneath you and feel you on top of me, your cock moving inside me so damn hard.”
He held himself still, deep within her entrance. He hadn’t expected such an explicit confession from her tonight. Not only did her words cause his chest to swell with pride, but it made the pressure in his balls tenfold, demanding release. Cole laced his arm around her waist, held her tight and flexed his hips, fucking her with the tip in firm, shallow strokes.
Her chest rose and fell with each thrust and once again her hand touched his face, gently stroking. “Cole,” she whispered on a breathy moan. “If I let you, how would you fuck me?” Her eyelids lowered then closed as she continued. “Would you fuck me deep, give all of it to me?”
Would he? Cole ran his hand over her belly. He’d fuck her so deep and give her his entire length she’d have no choice but to feel it all the way up to her little belly.
She cried out after realizing his meaning. “Would you...” He pumped again and her words died on a sigh. “Would you come inside me too?”
He nodded and pushed his hand into her hair. Cole bent his head to nuzzle the side of her face. Noelle. I’d come so hard inside your cunt; you wouldn’t have any doubt who you belonged to.
He smiled to himself as her pussy clenched around him. His hand went up to her lips tracing his fingers across them. Her mouth opened to capture his forefinger. She curled her tongue around it.
God in Heaven. To see those lips closing over his cock. He shut his eyes and pounded at her entrance. If only she would let him in deeper. But he wouldn’t take consent away from her. Never. Noelle knew what he wanted. He just needed her to give it to him, let him fill her until there was no space between them. She suckled hard on the finger and Cole felt her body become taut. He pushed another finger between her lips, his gut tightening at the sweet tugging sensation. She was about to climax. He’d seen that look in a woman’s eyes before.
He was going to make her come and he was the one responsible for the tiny tremors wracking her gorgeous frame. His cock twitched and his balls felt like it weighed a ton of lead. Didn’t say I could come inside her. Quickly, he pulled out and pressed his aching cock against her flat belly. Cole tilted back his head, making sure to keep that horrible sound at bay as his cum spewed out onto her stomach in milky ropes.
He lifted his head and saw the stunned expression on her face. She stared at him then cast her gaze to the satiny skin above her bellybutton, wet and shiny with semen.
Cole rose from between her legs, unable to look away from her stomach. I should have released in her, he thought, fully aware of the anger and hurt working its way in his heart, clouding his reasoning. He should have kept his cock between her labia, at least then she’d still have a part of him inside her and the look of regret sweeping across her features would be warranted.
He waited for her to say something to let him it was all right between them. That something had changed for the better. He was met with nothing but a blank stare before her gaze darted toward the now starry sky. He shook his head. Noelle was Noelle. A lost cause as he’d suspected.
He shoved into his clothes. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw her carefully pull her jeans over those lace panties and above her lush hips. She had her back to him as if he didn’t know every inch of her body.
Cole turned, openly watching her. She smoothed back the hair falling across her face. Her shoulders lifted a notch before she spun to face him full on. So he waited again. The silence stretched between them. Unable to bear it for a second longer, Cole knew he had to leave.
She held out her hand and tapped his arm as he brushed past her. “You won’t repeat what we…” A deep breath. “You won’t repeat what happened here to anyone, will you?”
That’s all she has to say to me? He stared at her and kept his expression schooled. It seemed he would have been better off accepting the previous offer from tonight. At least then he wouldn’t have to live with the memory of how good it felt to be so close to her.
He kept on walking. Let the bitch worry if he’d spread it all over the Somerset Ranch, how desperate she was for someone to touch her, how much she appreciated the attention of a big cock at her convenience.
****
You won’t repeat what happened here to anyone, will you?
Noelle replayed the words in her mind. How callous she must have sounded. She had wanted to say something else to him, but once again she’d turn coward as soon as Cole turned his back to her. He hadn’t seemed too thri
lled about what they’d done, or so she thought, until he left in anger.
Being with Cole, having his body pressed against hers had felt like her own slice of heaven. She had wanted nothing more than to feel him all the way inside her, but she wasn’t going to risk it. Not so much the fear of pregnancy. If she welcomed him all the way inside her, it would open the floodgates to her heart and she couldn’t afford to do that.
Her parents still held her under a watchful eye, despite being an adult and most days she felt as if she was on a probation period to see when she’d be worthy of being called their daughter or having their love. If they knew she was fooling around with their neighbor’s employee, it would be like her teen years all over again. Noelle sleeping with men her parents deemed an embarrassment to their name. All the feelings she had suppressed during the years, her childhood, of not being the type of person they hoped she would be, able to please like her sister Aleah, would come knocking at her front door.
She didn’t want to deal with it again. Didn’t ever want to stick another heroin-filled needle in her arm. That wasn’t an option. It was a harrowing experience she’d rather die than repeat.
And really what did it matter? Even if Cole returned her feelings, he was such a nice guy that he deserved someone better than her, someone stronger who wouldn’t be afraid to let the world know her feelings for him. Maybe a farm girl who knew as much about ranching as he and didn’t leave a stench of disappointment to everyone around. Heck, even someone like her sister, who, at the moment, was bending over a bed of flowers.
“So are you up for it?”
Noelle gave her a blank stare.
“You weren’t listening were you?”
“What did you ask?”
Aleah snorted and shook her head. “Jason, my husband, wanted to know if you’d be interested in going out for coffee with one of his co-workers.”
Noelle bit her tongue. She hated the way her sister always made a point of emphasizing that she was married. “Why would I want to do that?”