by Paige North
Once I have his dick nice and lubed up I stretch my mouth wide and cover his cock with it. I slowly lower my head, moaning as I go. I love the feel of his hand on the back of my head, giving me guidance and encouragement as I take more of his giant cock down my throat, dragging my tongue over him as I slowly come up again. Giving head is work, but it’s worth it to hear his breathing, and feel his whole manhood in my mouth, soaking him up, taking him in.
He gathers my hair in his fist and I can tell he’s trying not to push down too hard on my head, but it also lets me know how much he’s loving it, and he’s trying to keep himself from coming. Knowing how excited I make him makes me work harder, stretching my jaw wider, taking more of him in, picking up the pace a little faster. His dick is so huge I could never fit it all in, but hell if I don’t try. My head is bobbing over his dick and I swear he’s going to come when suddenly he’s taken away from me. Before I know what’s happening, Cole’s hand is behind my waist and he’s got me down on the floor, my bare back on a plush white rug.
He leans over me, his forearms on either side of me, the muscles straining and flexing under his own weight. He reaches down for his dick and places it right at my entrance. I’m so ready for him I could scream. He rubs his head up and down my slit, barely nudging my entrance. His eyes watch me carefully as that big head of his finds my clit and teases it. I cry out my pleasure.
Cole sits back on his heels, on his knees before me. He spreads my legs and I know I shouldn’t feel intimidated—after all we’ve done—but I do, I feel so exposed before him, constantly hoping he likes what he sees. I certainly like what I see. His abs are rippling before me, and I wish my arms were longer so I could trail my fingers over them.
He lifts my legs and hooks my knees over his shoulders. He rests his cock against my entrance, and before I can think straight he pumps into me, hard, nailing me deep inside. He slides out as if he’s going to take his time and then slams into me again, his dick buried so deep in me I worry that he’s going to hit my cervix. He fucks me again and again, picking up his pace each time. When he reaches between my legs, flattens his palm on my stomach and puts his thumb to my clit, I’m about done. He circles and strokes it as his dick pumps me hard, and in no time that’s it, we’re both done. Cole slams into me more slowly as my walls clench around him. I squeeze my eyes and see white stars, and as I come I just don’t understand how every time with him can be so damn good.
Cole
Everything about Jessa is so good, so freaking hot.
Once we peel ourselves off the floor, I take her upstairs and properly lay into the bed. She might think we’re going to sleep but there’s no way I can get in bed with her naked and not give her more.
The sheets feel cool and the bed just the right firmness. I didn’t realize how much I missed my own bed since staying at the hotel in Morningside Valley.
“How do you feel?” I ask her.
She’s laid out on her back, her hair spread around her head like a crown, her arm tossed above her. Her breasts spread out delicately across her chest, and the dip in her waist is beyond beautiful.
“I feel like…” she begins, “I’m in a dream.”
Her lips curl up in a smile. I lie next to her and run my hand across her stomach. I cover her neck with kisses. As her body wiggles more into me, I up the intensity—licking her, biting her softly…and then a little harder. Soon that little smile of hers is gone and her mouth has fallen open into deep, needy breaths.
“Do you want some more?” I ask her. My cock is already at full attention again. I swear, when it comes to Jessa, it practically wants to stay hard every moment she’s around.
“Yes, I want more,” she says. “Do you have the energy?”
“For you, baby? Always,” I say. I move on top of her and run my hands down her sides and back up to gather her breast in my hand. I suck on her nipple—it’s such a delicate little nipple, so pink and firm. A good flicking of my tongue over it gets her going right up again. I make sure to give her other tit its attention, holding the other in my hand as I suck her on the other side.
I kiss her in the soft spot between her breast then slowly move down her body. My hands drift down her sides as my mouth captures every possible part of her body, across her stomach and belly button and over the edges of her hips. I skip past the part I want the most—I can smell how ripe and ready she is—and kiss the tops of her thighs. She moves her legs apart for me—I don’t even have to tell her—and I kiss the insides of her succulent thighs. Then I move back up to her.
Her little pink pussy is such a fucking beautiful sight. I take it in for a moment, gearing myself up to taste her, feel her on my mouth. I love it when she grinds her hips down on my face, soaking me all around my lips and chin.
I give her clit a nice, hard flick to start things off. She sucks in a breath. I lick her up the length of her cunt, past her hole and back to that hard, swollen clit, sucking on it just slightly. When I lick her again I give extra attention to cunt, fucking her with my tongue. She loves it. She’s panting above me, and her hand digs into my hair, clutching me. I know she wants to shove my face even deeper into her but let’s me keep the pace and pressure. She can’t entirely help herself, though, as hips start to buck in a way that makes me go crazy, my dick fully engorged and straining for relief. I won’t let myself have it until she comes; then my dick can have her pussy, just the way it’s meant to be.
I lick along her walls, tasting every bit of her. She’s panting and moaning, getting louder and louder which means she’s getting so close.
“Yes, Cole,” she cries. “So good. Please…don’t stop…”
I fuck her cunt again with my tongue, her hips pushing more of her into my face. I go back to that clit, sucking and flicking it with my tongue as I insert two fingers back inside her pussy. I don’t pump her but a few times until she’s exploding all over my mouth and chin. Now she’s really pushing her hips and shoving my head deeper into her thighs, losing her mind in her orgasm.
“Oh, my god…” she sighs, once she’s finally got it all out. “You are incredible. So good.”
I lean over her and give a deep, wet kiss, letting her taste herself from me. She moans into my mouth and takes it all in. She’s so exhausted though—can’t even manage to open her eyes—and I pull her into me and we fall asleep, quickly and totally satisfied.
The next morning I wake up with Jessa’s head on my chest, her leg wrapped around mine. As our bodies slowly shift against each other, I realize I haven’t spent the night with Jessa since I got back. Not once. This feeling of waking up with her in my bed—I want this every day, forever.
“Good morning, sunshine,” I say, kissing her head. She groans and presses her naked body against mine. My dick responds in kind, and I wonder if we’ll manage to get out of bed before we start up again.
Jessa’s hand moves over my chest and abs, stroking me gently, thoughtlessly. I wonder if she’s even awake yet. When she reaches for my dick I realize it doesn’t matter—she’s got me fully ready to go.
She kisses my neck and slowly pulls on my hardening dick. It lengthens right in her small, soft hand. I dig my fingers into her shoulder and close my eyes to the amazing feeling of her—any part of her—on me—any part of me.
Jessa slips her leg across my body and sits up on me, my dick still in her hand, tugging me, pulling the skin and making me want her more than seems humanly possible. I put my hands on her smooth thighs as she rocks back and forth. She rises up just enough to slide her pussy—already so fucking wet—across my hardened dick. But she won’t put me inside her. Not yet.
She grinds on my dick, soaking it more and more. I reach up and take one of her tits in my hand, squeeze and pull on it until she lets out a little moan. She’s giving my cock full attention, riding up on it with her pussy and pulling on it with her hand. Her walls wrap perfectly around me, like they’re hugging me, wanting me. When she slides up and presses her hips back, I know she’s giving th
at hungry clit of hers some attention.
She finally lifts up and swallows my cock with her pussy. I glide in so easily, and we both moan out our pleasures. She’s so fucking tight, even with all I’ve put her pussy through. We moan out in unison at the perfect fit and sensation.
Jessa rides me, slowly at first but soon it’s clear she needs more, and faster. She grinds her clit down on my dick, leaning forward a bit, hands on my chest. I help her by lifting her hips slightly. She slams down on me again and again, her tits bouncing beautifully. I grab low on her ass, pull her cheeks apart to give those pussy lips of hers more sensation. She starts slamming down on my dick even harder, she loves it so much. Watching her face contort, her mouth open in constant panting and moaning, is so fucking sexy. Sweat is running down her spine, and I can feel the tingling begin down in my balls, gathering speed.
“Fuck, honey. I’m going to come,” I tell her. “Come with me.”
“Yes,” she says, fucking me harder and harder, grinding her clit down on my dick so hard. “Yes, Cole. I’m going to come…I’m going to come…”
“God, yes…yes…”
I squeeze her ass so tight, watch her tits as they bounce and jiggle on her chest, her cunt so tight, and as soon as she cries out I feel her pussy clench my dick in orgasm. I explode right along with her, pumping my cock deeper inside her as she grinds down on me. Her nails dig into my chest until it all passes. Then she collapses on me, chest to chest and still connected.
We take a moment to catch our breaths. Then Jessa mutters into my neck, “Good morning.”
“It is now, for sure.” I stroke my fingers over her sweaty back. “Shower, then breakfast?” She nods into my neck.
I take on the dirty job of cleaning this beauty’s body in the shower, even though Jessa insists she’s perfectly capable of using a bar of soap herself.
“I want to make sure we get every little crack and crevice,” I say, running my soapy hand over her firm ass then up between her legs.
“If you don’t stop this we’ll never make it back downstairs,” she says. “And I’m really hungry.”
When I’m with Jessa, she’s the only thing I crave. I swear I could go without food or water for days and days, as long as I had her next to me.
“Well, Mr. Frost,” Jessa says as we finally make our way downstairs, “I must say you’ve done pretty well for yourself.”
“For us,” I say. “Everything here is yours. And Lucy’s.”
“Ha,” she says. “Right.”
We go into the kitchen. “Do you want me to have something sent up or should we try to cook?”
“You can’t send out for breakfast,” she says, like it’s the craziest idea ever.
“Of course you can,” I say. “Eggs benedict? Omelet? Pancakes? You name it, it’ll be here in ten minutes. I do it all the time.”
She smiles. “I’ll just cook something.”
“You don’t have to, Jessa,” I say. She’s standing in front of the refrigerator and I wrap my arms around her waist. “You don’t have to do anything. That’s what I’m telling you.”
“Cole,” she says in a way that tells me she doesn’t believe me.
“I’m serious,” I say, and spin her around to face me. “This hasn’t been about showing you what you don’t have. It’s about showing you what you can have. With me. I’m one hundred percent serious when I saw all this is yours. I want you and Lucy here with me, always.”
“Cole,” she begins, her eyes shifting nervously. “You’re asking me and Lucy to…move here?”
“Of course,” I say. “I want to get my girls out of that nothing town so you can live a good life. So Lucy can be raised with the best education and culture all right outside our door.”
“The schools in Morningside Valley are really good,” she says defensively.
“Nothing can compare to the private schools here,” I say. “Plus the museums, the symphony. And you,” I add. “You don’t have to work, Jessa. Not if you don’t want to.”
Jessa laughs. “Not work? What would I do all day?”
“Be a full-time mom to Lucy,” I say. I pull her closer to me. “We could have more children.”
She seems to be thinking it through. Finally, she says, “I can’t not work. Being a full-time mom would be amazing but I need something outside the home.”
“You can start a charity,” I say. “Rescuing animals in the city. Whatever you want.”
She slips out of my arms and starts rummaging through the cabinets. She finds a skillet and puts it on the stove.
“Jessa…”
“It’s just…this is a lot, Cole,” she says. She brushes past me to refrigerator and takes out eggs and butter.
“Everything will be taken care of,” I say to soothe her.
“It’s not that,” she says.
“Then what is it?” I’m offering her everything she could ever want, ever ask for, for herself and her daughter. It seems to me that there’s nothing to think about. Unless it’s me she’s unsure of. My heart races at the thought. “Jessa, talk to me.”
“Look, last night was amazing—the restaurant, this apartment, all of it. You have an incredible life, Cole. But I didn’t ask for this. I never said I wanted to live in the city. I like where I live. I happen to think Morningside Valley is a great place to raise a family. Didn’t I turn out okay?”
My body is wound so tight that I realize I’m clenching my jaw. In all my planning of my life with Jessa, I never once considered the fact that she might reject me. I can’t even look at her, it’s so painful.
“Cole,” she says more gently. She wraps her arms around my waist. I rest my hands on her shoulders, wanting to pull her in tight but afraid that I’ll never be able to let go. “Hey.” She gives me a little squeeze. “I want you,” she says, rising on her toes to kiss my lips. “I’m just not sure about all of this. But we’ll figure it out. Okay? We’ll still be a family.”
I tuck her hair, still wet from our shower, behind her ear.
“Okay,” I say, because it’s what she wants to hear. All this time, all these years of working so hard for her so that we could be together out of that shit town, and now she’s saying she wants to stay there?
Nope. I can’t have that. She’s just feeling like a fish out of water. It’s a different way of living here that she’s not used to, and that makes her nervous. She just needs more time.
Jessa
The lightness and excitement of our trip into the city is gone now that we’re on our way back to Morningside Valley. Cole insists there’s nothing wrong, but the tension is clear. He holds my hand on the short flight back but keeps a safe distance between us otherwise.
Leave our beautiful small town and move into a high-rise in the city? The thought literally never crossed my mind. It was fun popping into the city for the night—the food and dancing was totally amazing—but I can’t picture myself living there full time.
And Lucy? Going to some fancy private school?
As I watch out the window of the plane, the gentle rolling hills going by beneath us, I wonder where city kids play. There’s no backyard to run wild through, no fields, no fresh air. Sure, they have museums, Cole’s right about that, but I can also take Lucy in to see artwork a couple of times a year. Best of both worlds.
No, I could never live there. I don’t tell Cole, at least not that directly. He seemed so taken aback when I said I wanted to stay in Morningside Valley.
I don’t know what the answer is. I love our town as much as he despises it. We both want to be together. So what are going to do?
We’ll figure it out, I tell myself. Love will always find a way.
But that little voice inside my head is suddenly becoming louder. More insistent.
Maybe we won’t. Maybe this is the beginning of the end…
When we land the car is waiting to carry us home—me to my little rental and Cole back to the hotel.
“How much longer will you be here working on the
documentary?” I ask him.
“Shouldn’t be too much longer,” he says.
What neither of us says is that the clock is ticking on when he goes back to the city, alone, and what happens after that.
As we’re getting in the limousine I realize I never once had to carry or even think about my bag. Some ghost person was always there to get it where it needed to be. The good life definitely has its perks. I try to imagine myself as one of those people who doesn’t know the cost of a gallon of milk because it’s been years since they’ve done their own shopping.
No. I could never be like that.
Just as the car pulls away from the plane, Cole gets a text.
“Oh…fuck,” he says.
“What is it?”
Cole lets his head fall back against the headrest. “Goddamn it.”
I put my hand on his thigh and wait. Finally he says, “My father. He’s back in the hospital.”
“Oh my god,” I say. “Is he okay?”
“Did it to himself,” Cole mutters. “So much for Uncle Dan looking after him. He went on another bender and now he’s back in the hospital.” He stares out the window, his jaw clenching. “I guess I’ll head over there after we drop you off.”
“No, I’ll go with you.”
“You have to get Lucy,” he says.
“Avery will understand. So will Lucy. I’m not leaving you,” I say, and I hope he hears it as more than just in this moment.
He reaches for my hand and clasps it. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this shit,” he says. “It never ends.”
“It’s family,” I say.
As we walk down the halls in the hospital, Cole is quick, his steps hard and assured. He’s pissed. Angry with his father for ruining his own health. I believe his dad would stop drinking if he could—if only he could summon the will power, or get the proper help. But when he tries on his own, he fails…which probably makes him drink more. A terrible cycle.