“Take them off,” I finally gasp.
Without further words between us, he lifts me up until I’m kneeling besides him. A moment later he’s sliding the black boxers down his legs before tossing them over the edge of the bed. And then I’m lowering myself back down on top of him until his thick hard length is snuggled against my slippery heat.
His eyes arrow to our connected flesh and he groans as I move against him. I watch his teeth clench as I slowly roll my hips. I want to moan as well. Hot thick flashes of pleasure ricochet through every single cell of my body. The friction of my rocking sends a million tiny pulses of heat skittering across my flesh before coiling tightly within my center.
Never have I wanted anyone the way I want Cole.
“Are you on anything?”
I shake my head, thankful that he’s still cognizant enough to think about protection. I’m not sure I would have remembered. Which only goes to show you just how out of my head I’m feeling right now.
Face looking slightly contorted with pain, he grits out the words, “Okay, I have a few condoms.”
I smile as he slides against me again. “Are we going to need more than one?”
“God, I hope so.” Closing my eyes, he rubs against me a little more forcefully this time. “Cassidy?”
My eyes drift open until they are once again locked on his serious ones. “I don’t make a habit of sleeping around. That’s not really my style. Maybe we should have talked about this already… but I just wanted you to know that.”
I force the words from my lips as he continues grinding slowly against my aching heat. “I haven’t been with anyone in almost a year.”
The sincerity in his eyes has something squeezing around my heart. A small smile touches his lips as his eyes hold mine.
Not wanting the past to intrude upon the perfection of our present, I lean down until my lips are hovering over his. That gorgeous mouth of his opens beneath the subtle pressure of mine. After a few moments, I’m kissing a hot trail down his chiseled chest and over his rock hard abs to the stiff length between his muscular thighs. He groans as I slowly lick him from root to tip and back down again. And then I do it again and again.
“Cassidy…” he finally rumbles hoarsely, “This won’t last very long if you spend any more time down there and I’d really like to last longer than a few desperate strokes. My self-esteem is kind of on the line here.”
Ignoring his words, I can’t help but grin against his velvety harness. There’s something powerful about hearing a guy growl, his voice scraped raw with need, when you have the most precious part of him in your hands and mouth. It’s surprisingly thrilling. He groans again as I slip the blunt head of his cock between my parted lips. Once, twice, three times I slide over him before he snarls, grabbing me quickly beneath my arms before hauling me up his body until I lay fully upon him. His cock once again nestled between my thighs. In the blink of an eye, he flips me over onto my back. Gasping, my heart races with anticipation. With the need that is all but pounding through me.
“Do you really think you’re the only one who can play games?” He rasps out those words before moving slowly down my body, sucking each hardened nipple deep into his mouth. Closing my eyes, I arch up into him wanting more. So much more. I crave everything he’s willing to give me. He nips and licks until I’m all but squirming with hot pulsing need. And then he’s kissing a hot fiery trail down my body. Across my ribs and my belly and then further still until I can feel his hot breath feathering across my naked wet heat. He presses a small kiss at the juncture of my thighs before muttering quietly against me, “God, but you’re gorgeous.” And then he’s kissing me, moving lower with each deep caress. “I just want to spread you open and take my time with you.”
I shiver against him as those words ripple through me. I feel the slick heat between my legs grow, pulsing with need.
My eyes fasten onto him as he slips between my spread thighs. Seeing his dark mussed head against the paleness of my parted legs is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. I want nothing more than to reach down and run my fingers through the thick strands of his hair. Needing to feel even more of him, I let my legs fall completely open. He groans, kissing my wet flesh again as his eyes suddenly capture mine. There is such a seriousness held within their gorgeous tawny depths. Unable to rip my gaze away from the picture he presents, I watch as he gently presses his lips against me before flicking his tongue over my soft heat. I quiver not only from the sensations whipping through me at his slightest touch but because his eyes never once release mine as his mouth strokes over me again and again. And then he’s dipping his tongue inside, lapping at me until I am nothing more than a mess of exquisitely tortured nerve endings, until I’m teetering on the very brink of exploding.
All of these sensations are almost too much to feel within the confines of my own flesh. It’s as if something within me is suddenly trying to claw its way out. And still he holds my eyes the entire time, watching as he forces me closer and closer to the precipice. Watching every single painful moment of pleasure that roars through my taut form.
With his hands holding me down, I almost come right off the bed as he gently suckles my throbbing clit, pulling that little tiny bundle of nerves into his warm mouth. My fingers twist into the covers, tearing at them. My head falls back, a low moan of desire escaping from between my parted lips as he continues to torment me. Needing to pull back from the thick waves of pleasure that are pummeling me, I squeeze my eyes tightly shut trying to escape within myself, if only for a moment. I’ve never felt like I was coming unhinged before. No one has ever played my body like a fine instrument.
It’s almost too much…
His tongue slowly laves me once more before disappearing. When the heat of his mouth, the velvety feel of his tongue, doesn’t immediately return, I moan as the agony of his withdrawal lashes at me. Unconsciously I arch my hips towards him wanting only to feel the delicious pressure of his lips on me again. I’ve never felt like such a slave to the needs of my own body before. But I do now.
“I want your eyes on me,” he whispers harshly into the darkness.
When I don’t immediately comply, he blows a light breath over my now throbbing folds and I groan in frustration feeling as if I’m hanging precariously on the brink of something completely new and amazing.
“Open them, Cassidy. I want you to see exactly what I’m doing to you.”
Whimpering, I open them, forcing my gaze to his. A knowing glint fills his golden eyes. Before I can rasp out a word, his lips are back on me, driving me forcefully towards the brink of no return.
When I finally explode, I nearly scream. My fingers twist into the soft material of his comforter as my body arches, continuing to shudder and spasm under his brutal mouth. Until each little shockwave softly subsides. Until I lay there in a spent, stupefied daze staring up at the dark ceiling, questioning every single sexual experience I had which never even made it onto the Richter scale. I barely feel Cole leave the bed before moving hastily to the nightstand where he rips open a small rectangular package before quickly sheathing himself. And then he’s there, his weight settling against me. His thick hard length pushing at my slick swollen folds. Leaning over, he takes my lips with his own. The taste of myself on him should be repulsive. It’s not. Instead, I deepen the kiss remembering what it felt like to have his velvety tongue stealing over me, his soft yet punishing lips stroking my inner thighs, spreading me open, sucking on my clit and something stirs to life within me once more.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he rasps against me, his thick length poised just at the edge of my swollen lips.
Groaning, I squirm beneath him. I want to feel every last thick inch buried deep within me. “You don’t have to. Please…”
With those words, he plunges inside me and I gasp as he fills me with his lovely cock. I feel him nestled so deeply inside me as my body adjusts to his size. His thick hard length continues to gently stroke my sof
t wetness.
“Oh God, you’re so unbelievably tight.” He kisses my lips again before moving slowly within me. “So fucking tight.” He growls the words against my mouth as his body rocks against mine with deep even strokes. Everything, everything about this moment feels so right.
He joked that it would take him about three desperate strokes and he would be coming. Instead it takes nine. Nine beautiful strokes before he’s spending himself inside me. Every single groan is for me. For the pleasure he feels at being buried deep within my body. With my eyes on his, I see the pleasure as every beautiful nuance unfolds across his expressive face.
Clenching my insides, I squeeze his cock not wanting this moment to end, wanting to hold onto it, savor it just a little bit longer. I want to feel him inside me, filling me up, showing me exactly what sex can be like between people who actually care about one another.
And that orgasm…
Holy crap…
Seriously addictive.
Honestly, I’ve never quite understood the draw to sex before. It was just never that great. That being said, I certainly understand it now. Because when it’s right... there is nothing quite like it.
Cole rolls carefully to his side, practically collapsing onto his back with a contented huff as he pulls me along with him, draping my exhausted body across his. Quietly I lay on top of him, listening to his harsh breathing, thinking about what just happened between us. Marveling at the unexpectedness of it all.
Breathing hard, he kisses my forehead before trailing his fingers through my hair. “I’m sorry, I wanted it to last longer than that. I hope it was still good.”
A lazy and completely contented smile curves its way across my face as I tiredly pick my head up to stare at him. I can’t resist teasing him just a bit. “Fishing for compliments, are you?”
He chuckles, his chest rumbling, moving up and down as I watch him with sleepy eyes that are at half-mast. “Just tell me it was good.”
Snuggling back down, I lay my cheek against him before trailing my fingers slowly over the light sprinkle of hair covering his wide chest. “I’ve had better.” Lie. I’ve never experienced anything like it before in my life. Ever.
I yelp in surprise as he quickly flips me over. His eyes suddenly sear mine with their heat. “You’ve,” he echoes in disbelief, “had better?”
I stifle a laugh. “No, no, it was good. Really. A solid performance. A definite seven or seven and a half.”
His eyes actually widen as his mouth falls open.
“Look,” I continue, “you’re young. I wouldn’t worry about it. With enough practice, you’ll get better.”
“Well, fuck…” With a determined look, he reaches over and opens the drawer to his nightstand.
Grumbling at the way he’s jostling me around, I ask, “What are you doing?”
“Well, clearly I need to redeem myself. Christ, I knew it had been a while but honestly, I’d thought…”
I can’t keep the laughter in any more. Another first for me. Sure, there’d certainly been enough tears and self-loathing after I’d gone to bed with someone but never laughter. “I’m kidding, Cole. It was… spectacular. Truly.”
He sits up before leaning over, his muscular arms bracketing my upper body as he stares down at me. “You were messing with me?”
I nod, a smile lighting up my face. The lure of those bulging biceps is just too much to resist. And so I run my hands over them, marveling at his strength. I want nothing more than to reach up and nip at them with my teeth before laving them with my tongue. That thought has me groaning. “I was.”
Before I realize what he’s up to, his fingers are drifting over my ribs and under my arms. And I’m squealing, begging him to stop, trying to catch my breath the entire time he tickles me. “I’m sorry, okay? Please stop,” I breathe, still laughing, “please!”
Ceasing the torment, his hands slide leisurely over my pliant body as he moves to his side, drawing me up against him again. “It was good then?”
I laugh before rolling my eyes. “Cole, it was amazing.” I kiss his throat before whispering, “I’ve never had an orgasm before.”
He perks up at that. “Never?”
Why this should make him so happy is ridiculous but it does…
“Nope.” I’ve never felt like that. Like I was going to explode. Never even came close.
He’s silent for just a moment before asking quietly, “Not even by yourself?”
I chuckle. “No.” I pull away from him until our gazes are able to lock.
He smirks just a bit with pride and I almost want to roll my eyes. “I’m glad I was able to give you your first O.” Leaning towards me, he captures my mouth in a scalding hot kiss that nearly burns me alive. “The first of many,” he whispers against my lips.
“Yes,” I agree, wanting that just as much as he does.
A nice comfortable silence falls over us as we lay in each other’s arms. I feel myself drifting off, all wrapped up in him, feeling more secure and content than I’ve ever felt in my life. Tenderly he grazes the top of my head with a kiss. “You’re mine now, Cassidy. No more running away.”
My eyes flutter open as I stare up into the swirling darkness. Keeping my breathing even, I pretend to be asleep. When he doesn’t say anything more, I close my eyes before finally drifting off.
More than anything, I want to be done running.
And I want Cole to be mine for as long as I can hold onto him.
Chapter Nineteen
“Hey, look who decided to pop over for a visit… it’s my phantom roommate.” Even though these words are muttered under her breath, they’re still loud enough for me to hear.
Quietly closing the door behind me, I eye Brooklyn as she sits on the middle of her bed painting her toenails. Not exactly sure what her problem is, I hover near the door wondering if it’s too late for me to sneak back out. I watch her lips sink into an intense frown as she ignores me.
Yep, definitely too late.
With a deep sigh, I set my leather bag on the floor beside my desk before taking a seat on my bed. She doesn’t bother sparing me one single glance which only reinforces the whole pissed off theory I have going on. When I actually start thinking about it, I realize that I haven’t seen Brooklyn for a few days. I’ve spent the last couple nights with Cole and have pretty much been on the go with class, practice and tutoring.
Although, the last time we spoke, everything was fine. But I’m guessing that’s no longer the case.
As Brooklyn starts applying a second coat of eye popping blue polish to her nails, I watch her blink a few times as if she’s concentrating. A frown creases my brow. It almost looks as if she’s going to burst into tears but Brooklyn never cries. She’s usually over-the-top-happy.
Unless she’s hung over.
Then not so much.
Getting up, I gingerly sit down on the bed next to her before laying a tentative hand on her shoulder. “Tell me what’s wrong, Brook. You look upset.”
Tightening the cap on her polish, she sets the bottle on the table before turning to face me. When her eyes finally catch mine, I see an ocean of sadness swimming around within them. “You know, when you called to tell me that you were leaving Dartmouth and applying at Western, I knew something must have happened… I mean, who leaves Dartmouth midway through the year?” She allows that question to hang in the air for a long moment. Something painful twists in my gut before I quickly drop my eyes to my fingers which are twisting the hem of my sweater. When I say nothing in response, she continues. “But at the same time, I was excited that you were going to be here and we could get to know each other all over again. Be friends the way we used to be before hockey took over your life.”
Shaking my head, I try protesting, but it’s weak. “I never pushed our friendship aside for hockey.” It had never been a conscious decision on my part… but the older I got, the more time hockey and training took over, and the less time I had for friends… or anything else.
> She levels a hard look at me before sighing. “But that’s exactly the way it felt. You were always busy with your teams. And then there was school and your family. Over the years I guess we just… drifted apart. I’m not blaming you.” Her eyes slide to the window of our dorm room. “It’s just something that happened.”
“No matter what, I always considered you my friend.” Feeling uncomfortable, I continue fidgeting with the soft fabric of my sweater.
Ignoring my words, she barrels on, “When you decided to transfer to Western, I thought we would finally get the chance to be friends like we used to be. But that hasn’t worked out because if you’re not with Cole, you’re playing hockey or tutoring. There’s never any time for us to just hang out.”
Now it’s my turn to take a deep breath as I consider what she’s just unloaded on me. And as hard as it is to admit this, I guess… maybe… she’s right. I allowed our friendship to fall by the side of the road when we were younger and now I’m doing the same thing again. I’ve become too wrapped up in Cole, hockey, classes, and tutoring. I’m doing my best to juggle everything but apparently not a good enough job because Brooklyn is important to me, too. And I haven’t been making enough time for her. “I’m really sorry, Brook. Honestly, I didn’t know you felt this way. I just assumed you were still spending all your free time with Austin.”
Her shoulders slump as she glances down at her freshly polished nails. “Yeah… I was.” Then she shrugs. It’s just a little jerk of her shoulders but I feel the words coming before she actually gives voice to them. “We broke up two days ago.”
Yep, I am definitely a shitty friend.
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