On the Edge

by Mari Brown

  Last but not least, my brother, Drew, understands my true need to leave because he’s the one who first encouraged me to do this. He’s told me that it’s okay to change my mind and stay with Cole. I can’t. I have to stick to my plan, even if it means instant heartbreak for me. I have faith that my brother and I will be separated by nothing but miles for the next four years.

  Cole is going to be livid. I don’t know how I’m going to handle the whole leaving him behind. There is nothing but heartbreak in my future. Cole will not take my leaving well. In fact, I’m really scared to know what he will do. This past week, he’s questioned me several times about my actions. I know I’ve been acting different. I’ve been busy keeping my secret and it’s made me act shady with Cole. I won’t let him spend the night in my room at the mansion because I don’t want him to see that I’m packing. I spend most nights at his house and then come back to the mansion during the day. He constantly asks if I’m okay.

  I’m tired of lying to everyone and telling them I’m fine when I’m not. I’m leaving behind the only family who has ever loved me. They’ve treated me with nothing but kindness. If Cole moves on in the next four years, it will be nothing less than I deserve. I’ve made him wait for me for six months only to completely bail on him the day after we reach this point. Yes, I’m a complete and total bitch. In the long run, he’ll be better off without me.

  Tonight, Bruce has rented out a ballroom at a nearby hotel. He’s throwing a send-off party for Julie, although secretly, it’s for me as well.

  Cole and I have arranged a suite for us. He knows tonight is the night that I want to give myself wholly to him. It’s time. I’m not sure how we lasted this long. I love Cole with every ounce of my being and it’s going to kill me to leave.

  I walk out of my room, giving it one last look as this is the last time I will be in it for a while. I glance around and sigh softly with a bittersweet smile on my face. The memories I’ve created since being here are some of the happiest memories I have in my short life. I close the door softly and walk down the stairs.

  Thirty minutes later, we pull up outside the hotel. I walk in with Bruce, Julie, and Justin and heads turn our way. Women swoon as they stare at Bruce and Justin. The shift in the room is obvious as Bruce walks in. Everyone’s eyes are on him, watching him with nothing but respect as we walk towards the ballroom Bruce has rented.

  He’s gone all out with this party. Decorated completely in black and white, buffet tables piled with food and a bar flowing with drinks of all kinds line the room. A DJ pumps dance music in the corner of the room and the majority of our former classmates are here already having a good time. Some sit at tables chatting and eating, while a few are already braving the dance floor.

  Cole, standing by the bar with my brother, is who catches my attention. He’s wearing tight jeans with a long-sleeved, button up, black shirt with the sleeves rolled up so the bottom half of his tattoo sleeves are visible. My core clenches in desire as I stare at Cole across the room. As if sensing my gaze, he looks up, catching my eye, and a soft smile crosses his face when I walk over to my man.

  He meets me halfway, takes me in his arms, and kisses me in a way that makes my knees weak and my toes curl. I’m ready to fuck him. Tonight is the night. I want to take that memory with me. I don’t want to regret never having sex with the first and only guy I will ever love. I know, right at this moment, that no man will ever be what Cole is to me. A small part of me hopes Cole will get over my deception and be ready for me to come back to him in four years, but I’m living in a dream world. Cole will only see my act as a betrayal and never forgive me.

  As the kiss ends, Cole and I stand there breathless. Others at the party try to pretend they didn’t just witness us consuming each other. I back away from him and smile.

  “I want to get lost in you. I want us to lock ourselves in the suite, Cole,” I say quietly in his ear.

  He jerks back, looks me in the eyes, and searches my face. He’s searching for what I’m really trying to say. I lean into him again.

  “It’s time, Cole. I want you to make me yours in every way possible.”

  His eyes immediately darken. He picks me straight up, throws me over his shoulder, and bounds out of the ballroom. Guess we won’t be staying at the party. He doesn’t set me down again until he has me in our room beside the bed. He slides me down, our bodies rubbing against one another.

  “Are you sure about this, Kitten?” he asks huskily.

  I lick my bottom lip and look him directly in the eyes.

  “Yes, I can’t deny what we both need anymore,” I say.

  He turns, locks the door, and then like a predator, stalks towards me. Natural instinct has me stepping back, away from him. The look on his face is so fierce. He grabs me and slams his mouth onto mine. His tongue darts across my lips and I instinctively part them for his invading tongue. This moment is the one he’s been waiting for, but he’s not the only one. My panties are already damp with my need for him. I’ve been denying myself the same pleasure that I’ve been denying him.

  He rips my shirt off over my head, and with nimble fingers, pops the hooks of my bra. His rough hands grab my breasts, kneading them until his head dips and he draws a nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard, lightly nipping, and then takes a full bite, which draws a deep moan from me that’s a mix of pain and pleasure. As his mouth consumes my breast, his hands slide down and unbuttoning my shorts, sliding them and my panties off in one fluid movement. Once he has me undressed, he pulls away from me.

  This allows me the opportunity to grab his shirt and pull it off him, while he steps out of his shoes and unbuttons his pants. We stand there naked, staring at each other. The heat radiates between our bodies as we both take our time and look our fill. As my eye lands on his beautiful, erect cock, my body trembles. The anticipation of that cock filling me has my pussy quaking. We move together, and once again, his mouth is on mine. Our tongues tangle in a dance so familiar, yet different as we anticipate a new ending tonight. One of his hands goes to a breast while the other travels down my side. Shivers run down my spine. His hand cups my ass, grinding us together. He pulls me harder into him. My hand wraps around his neck, holding on to him, afraid that if I let go, my legs won’t hold me. Our kisses break only for us to catch our breath. When his hand slips between my legs, his fingers slide over my swollen clit.

  “Thank fuck,” he whispers. I don’t understand why he is saying that, but before I ask, he lifts me up and my legs wrap around him. “You’re so damn wet.”

  “Only for you,” I whisper. Before I know what is happening, he shifts my body and plants his cock balls deep in me. I cry out from the swift action, and then my back hits the wall.

  “Kitten, this time is going to be hard and fast,” he says through gritted teeth.

  “Fuck me.” I moan out. He doesn’t hesitate before pounding into me hard and fast. My back hits the wall hard but, at the moment, I don’t care. I’m going to have marks from this coupling. All I focus on is the feel of his cock filling me. He hammers so hard into me that he hits spots not normally reached. At the same time, he finds the magical spot that causes my pussy to cling around him. Soon the friction hits my clit as well, and between the two forces, I’m moaning and calling his name and I’m not sure what else is coming out of my mouth. As an orgasm tears through me and rocks my body, my juices gush all over his cock, which throbs and jets hot streams of his seed.

  Cole doesn’t even pull out of me as he walks us to the bathroom. Once there, he slowly dislodges from me, sets me on the bathroom counter, moves toward the shower, and turns on the water. Not a word has been spoken since he fucked me hard up against the wall. He moves back between my legs and kisses me swiftly but thoroughly.

  “Kitten, that was so worth the wait. Give me a few minutes and I’m going to be hard for you again,” he says while grinding into me and giving me proof that he is already semi-ready. I instinctively lift my hips to meet his. I’m completely lost in my
lust for him. He lifts me up and steps into the shower with me. The water cascades down on us as we kiss each other passionately. I slowly slide down from him as our kiss breaks. He begins washing my body. I stand there, letting him have complete control. I have no energy to do anything else because I’m still recovering from the furious fucking. When Cole turns off the water, we step out. He wraps a towel around his waist, and then takes his time drying me. I stand there paralyzed by how tender Cole is being with me. I’m beginning to have doubts about leaving in the morning. I want to stay wrapped in his arms forever.

  He leads me back into the room and as he drops his towel, he gently pushes me onto the bed. I have a good indication of what he has in mind by his stiff erection and the lust gleaming in his eyes. My stomach does a flip as his gaze meets mine. I’m lost in him. Those pretty eyes suck me in. As he parts my legs, he kneels and I know what is coming next. He has done this enough over the last few months that my pussy quickens in anticipation of him burying his face and tongue in me. His tongue assaults me in the most tantalizing ways as he stiffens it and dives in hard, using it to fuck me in a way only he can. He withdraws his tongue as he sucks me fully into his mouth, causing me to squirm under him. He holds my hips steady as he continues sucking on my clit. I’m losing my mind as he literally sucks an orgasm out of me. Just as the orgasm builds, he stops. He loves to bring me to the edge, stop, and then start all over. His tongue lightly flicks my clit over and over, then a little nip, followed by a suck, and he repeats the process all over again.

  Cole knows what to do with his mouth. I’m a writhing, moaning mess on the bed. Just when I think I’m going to have to beg Cole for the release I crave, he slides a couple of fingers into me and angles them until he finds my sweet spot. The last few months have been spent thoroughly exploring each other in every way we could without actual intercourse. He knows what it takes to make my body hum. In a way, we do belong to each other, at least until I leave in the morning.

  That thought makes me almost lose the flow of what we’re doing. I mentally clear my head and focus on Cole’s fingers sliding in and out of me, massaging me on the inside as his tongue masterfully laps my clit. Before long, the crest builds, and I swear, if Cole pulls back this time, I might kick him. This is going to be a powerful orgasm because Cole taught me how to squirt. It doesn’t happen like this every time but when it does, it is pure heaven. He gets off on me doing that. He steadily laps, swallowing my juices as I come down from the intense orgasm. When he finishes, he gives a final hard suck that covers my pussy and makes me cry out. He always does that when he knows my clit is the most sensitive and takes great pleasure in making me cry out.

  He covers my body with his and I feel just how hard he is. Instinctively, I reach down, grab his cock, and stroke him. His mouth captures mine in a heated kiss and I taste myself on his tongue, making me hotter.

  I love to taste myself on his mouth. I love even more when we’ve been in a 69 where his taste in my mouth mixes with my taste in his mouth. The fact that I’ve been able to keep from fucking his brains out during those times is a testament to the will power we’ve both had.

  His cock throbs in my hand and I slowly release it. He is quick to maneuver us up on the bed and he leans over to a side table to grab a condom. It dawns on me that we didn’t use one the first time. Let’s hope my birth control is working properly. He tears the wrapper with his teeth and removes the condom, tossing the wrapper and rolling the condom down his cock. My tummy tightens at the same time as my pussy. Then he slides an arm under me, lifts my ass off the bed, and presses slowly into me. He stretches me, the glorious feeling of the fullness of his cock filling me. He slides in until his balls slap against my ass and I can feel just how deep he is in me. He stops, reaches up beside me, and grabs a pillow. He folds it over and slides it under me as I lift my body up to help him. He takes me with long, slow strokes that have sweat breaking out across his body as he works himself in and out of me.

  I don’t know how he maintains his pace because I’m having a hard time not screaming at him to go harder and faster. My legs work their way around his waist, gripping tight, pulling him deeper into me, and eliciting a moan from him. I feel as if his cock is bottoming out inside me. Once again, an orgasm builds from how he hits me at the right angle. I lose myself in the feel of him gliding into me then pulling back slowly before thrusting back in in a sensual rhythm over and over. I call out his name in one long moan as my walls clench around him and milk his cock as yet another mind-blowing orgasm washes over me. I thought with my orgasm complete, Cole would speed up, but he doesn’t. Instead, he keeps the same intense pace, and every so often, leans further down to kiss me lightly on the mouth.

  After several stolen kisses, I reach up, grab his head, and pull him down for a mouth fucking. I want to be one with Cole in so many ways. When he snatches the pillow out from under me, he shakes from the control he’s exerting.

  “Cole, please,” I plead.

  “What do you want, Kitten?” he rasps out.

  “You. Harder. Faster,” I cry.

  My words break through his control and he pounds into me as I cling to him. His shaking increases as he nears his completion and then becomes erratic as he loses himself in the pleasure, groaning my name as he stills inside me. He holds himself stiff as his release spills into the condom. I giggle as I wonder if the condom can hold the load that seems to be coming out of him.

  Cole looks at me with a what-the-fuck look, which makes me giggle again.

  “Kitten, why are you laughing?” he asks.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It’s just that, as you finished, a funny thought crossed my mind.”

  “So, you found something amusing and weren’t focused on making love?”

  “Cole, I was! It actually had to do with us making love.”

  It’s then I realize we both said making love. Suddenly, I’m not laughing or smiling any more.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, concern filling his voice.

  “Nothing,” I whisper. My body tenses with the lie. I need to stop letting thoughts of my departure ruin this night for us. I want every memory I can have.

  Cole leans down again and takes my mouth in a kiss. I’m going to miss this so much. I’m going to miss Cole, miss kissing Cole, miss wrapping myself around Cole.

  Falling in love with him was stupid, but it didn’t change my plans. I have to get out of this town before I die a slow painful death. I need to get away from the awful memories that living here holds for me. Only in the last six months have I felt any kind of happiness in Belmont.

  Cole slides out of me, climbs out of the bed, and makes his way to the bathroom. I hear him disposing of the condom and cleaning up, and I lay there in the bed with thoughts of how wonderful it is to make love to Cole. It is mind-blowing, earth shattering, just everything you know it’s supposed to be.

  He crawls back into the bed and flops down, and as he situates himself, I start to turn towards him, but instead, he pulls me close into him. He holds me, placing small kisses on the back of my neck, which in turn, makes me shiver.

  “Kat.”

  I can’t say anything because I’m fighting tears, and if I open my mouth, I will start sobbing.

  “Kitten,” he tries again.

  I manage to mumble a mmmm.

  “That was beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. I want you to know that, and I’m glad you made me wait. It was worth waiting for you.”

  “Cole, you mean more than anyone else has ever meant to me. Drew is the only person I’ve ever cared about. I met you and knew I was in trouble. I was drawn to you from the beginning.” I stop as I choke on my sobs. I cannot let Cole see me upset. I have to keep my wits about me.

  His hold tightens on me and then his breathing becomes slow and steady. Before long, he’s sound asleep. When his grip loosens, I carefully slide out of the bed, and almost sigh with relief when I make it without waking him. I quietly pick my clothes up
off the floor and make my way into the bathroom to dress. I shut the door and turn on the light, and my reflection in the mirror reveals a glow I’ve never seen before. It makes me pause for a moment. I grab my bag, dig out my phone, turn it on, and send a text to Bruce to let him know I’m ready. After quickly dressing, I go back to the bed and place the letter I have for Cole on what should have been my pillow. I can’t help myself as I lean over and kiss his lips one last time. I’m coming back one day, but I know Cole will never understand my need to leave town. I slip out of the room and make my way down the hallway.

  “What are you doing, Kat?” Julie’s voice scares me, causing me to jump. How I keep from screaming is beyond me.

  “I’m not doing anything,” I say quietly

  “Really? Is that why you’re sneaking off like a thief in the night?”

  Tears pour down my face. I try to brush them away, but it is useless. I reach into my bag for the letter I was going to leave with Bruce. When I hold it out, she takes it from my hand.

  “Don’t read it until I’m gone, please?” As I start to walk away, something stops me, and I turn back towards my best friend and sister, and wrap my arms around her in a hug, which she gives back. We hold each other for a moment, and when we pull away, we both hold tears in our eyes.

  “I love him, but I can’t stay. I’ve worked too hard for college and to get out of this town to piss it away over a guy.” I sob as I step into the elevator. Bruce waits in the lobby. He walks up and stops, looking deep in my eyes.

  “You don’t have to do this, Kat,” Bruce says before we pull off in the car.

  “Yes, I do.”

  I cry all the way to the airport. I cry as Bruce hugs me goodbye. I cry as I wait for the plane to take off. Once the plane is in the air, I curl up in my seat and fall asleep, crying and dreaming of pretty eyes that used to look at me lovingly.