by Paige North
There’s a knock at the door. He starts to get up but I stop him.
“Nope. You promised you wouldn’t move.”
He sits back, looking comfortable as can be.
I start to open the door but then whisper back him, “Do I need cash for this?” He smiles and shakes his head no.
I open the door and a guy in a maroon vest and black pants rolls a little cart in with an icy pitcher of lemonade and two crystal glasses.
“You can just put it—yeah, over there,” I say. The guy knows exactly what to do.
He turns to Cole. “Anything else, Mr. Frost?”
Cole looks at me. “Hungry? They have a killer strawberry cake.”
“No, I’m fine,” I say.
“I guess that means we’re fine,” he says. “Thanks, Derek.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Frost,” Derek says.
After he leaves the room, I sit back down in the chair across from Cole and try to act like my heart isn’t beating furiously in my chest. Being alone, being so close to him, knowing what we both want to do right now and how easy it would be…
“Are you still doing that ridiculous documentary?” I say, using my sarcasm and barely concealed anger to hide my need and lust.
“Yep,” he says. “Most of the crew are staying here but a couple are at rentals around town. Do you want to be in it?”
“That fake piece of propaganda? Hardly.”
“Fake? How dare you,” he says, feigning insult.
“I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to make yourself look like some corn-fed, good old country boy who came out of nowhere and made it in the big city and still never forgot your roots. But I know you, Cole. I know the whole truth. You hate the country. Why are you trying to hide how you really feel?”
He looks at me carefully, quietly. Finally he says, “Don’t you want your lemonade?”
Clear change of subject. Not going to work.
“I wanted it earlier,” I say. “Now I don’t.”
“No longer interested?”
I shake my head. “Nope. You should know a thing or two about changing your mind.”
His jaw flexes. Then he glances me up and down. “Your cheeks are looking a little flushed. Are you hot?”
I swallow hard. If he doesn’t stop talking I’ll surely do whatever he wants me to do. I shift in the chair just trying not to picture all the things we could be doing in this room.
“Stop messing with me. Answer my question, Cole.”
“I don’t even know the question,” he says. “But I’ll answer yours if you answer mine.”
I keep my eyes on him, trying to figure out what he’s up to.
“Swear you’ll be honest?” I say.
“Cross my heart,” he says.
“Fine. Why did it have to be all or nothing with you? The city is only a few hours away. Why did you want me to go with you that night and when I didn’t drop everything at a moment’s notice, you never contacted me again?”
“Sounds like more than one question,” he says. “But I’ll answer anyway. I’m an all-or-nothing guy, Jessa. I wanted you, I wanted out, and if I couldn’t have everything I wanted right then, I had to go figure out a way to get what I wanted. And I think I did.”
I shift in the chair. “What did you figure out?”
“Nope,” he says. “Only one question. Now it’s my turn. And you have to be honest.”
I roll my eyes “Fine.”
“On a scale of one to ten,” he says, “how wet are you? I can see the way you’re trying to hide it, shifting in your seat and keeping your thighs pressed together. You can’t fool me, Jessa.”
My eyes drift down from his, down to his crotch. He sees what I'm doing and moves his hands out of the way, leaning back a little to show me the bulge in his jeans.
“Ten,” I say. “At least.”
“Come over here,” he says, and I stand up despite the little voice in my head telling me to stop where I am.
All thought or reason has left my mind.
“Take off those clothes.”
I stand so close to Cole that I can practically feel his breath on me as he looks up at me, watching.
Don’t do this.
You promised Avery.
But I’m weak. I can’t resist the pull of Cole Frost, I never could and nothing has changed. I pull off my shirt and step out of my shorts. I arch my breasts toward him as I reach back to unhook my bra.
He groans, and says, “Peel off those soaking panties.”
I do, and kick them off to the side.
“Look how much you fucking want it,” he says, seeing how wet they are. “This time you’re going to get it. I’m not letting you out of this room until you’ve been fucked properly.”
He runs his palms across my stomach and up to my breast, squeezing it in his hand. He eyes every inch of my exposed body, and I don’t even want to cover up for him. I want him to drink me in. I reach to him, running my fingers through his thick hair, touch his face with day-old stubble. I could come just from his hand on my tit.
He moves quickly, like an animal, and grabs my wrists. He pulls me into him, one hand clasping my wrists behind my back, my nipples right in his face. He looks up at me and says, “I’m ashamed of myself for last night.”
“Why?” I ask, breathing heavily.
“Because I barely got started on you. I always need more. Don’t you?” He pulls me even closer, his mouth so close to my tit and my pussy on the verge of dripping juices down my thighs.
“Take what you want,” I tell him, because if he wants to give me more, no way in hell will I stop him. Not in this moment.
With one hand still holding me back, he puts his other hand between my thighs, letting his fingers slip across my soaking, swollen walls. I almost buckle under the touch I desperately need. He feels the length of me but never pushes past the outside. He moves his wet fingers to my nipple and circles it with my juices. My pink nipple is so hard, so eager for him. He pinches it, sending waves of pleasure pain through me. He cups my breast fully in his hand and covers it with his mouth, his tongue sucking off the juices he just put there. As he sucks he goes back to my pussy with his hand, getting more of my wet goodness and gives my other nipple the same treatment.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he says. “I want to eat that pussy of yours all night long.”
“God, yes, Cole,” I say. I want to reach for him but he’s still holding me back.
“I want to see how you’ve been finger fucking yourself,” he says.
I’ll do anything he wants, especially to get a little relief between my legs, but he has other ideas.
Cole releases my wrists to whip off his shirt—Jesus, his chest, his abs, so golden and hard I need to reach out to him. And then he goes for his jeans and boxer briefs, takes it all off in seconds until he’s sitting naked before me, his dick tall and proud and erect. I can’t help but reach for it, but he stops me.
“Get on top of me,” he says.
Now I know my poor cunt is moments from relief. As I step up to straddle him, I can already feel my walls stretching around the tip of that dick of his, pushing so high in me that I want to cry.
But not quite. Cole is cruel in the best ways.
“Put those pussy lips of yours on my cock,” he says, guiding me. I spread my knees and when my eager body sit on the length of his cock, I moan out. He pulls me closer to him, soaking his dick, pushing open my walls, but never letting me inside.
I arch my back, pushing my clit down on his dick. He pulls my body in closer as my hips pump over him, wet humping his dick. I push harder, feeling his head at my opening. I’m trying so hard to get him inside me. I’m so wet I know his cock will just slip right into my cunt if I can just get there. If only he’ll let me.
I buck my hips, holding tight to his shoulders and his head presses in me a little more, giving me a little taste of what I want. But Cole’s hands on my waist are suddenly lifting me off him and setting me back
on my feet in front of him, panting, begging—literally.
“No, Cole. Please, please…”
“Now lick me clean,” he says. He holds the base of his cock, angling it toward me. “On your knees.”
I kneel before him and open my mouth as he holds his dick for me. My tongue licks him from the base up the long shaft to the tip. I run my tongue across the top, tasting his pre-come. I wrap my lips around his head before dipping back down and licking up again, curling my lips around him as I go. I look up at him, his mouth open in lust.
“Take it,” he says, and I take it in my hand. I pull on his hard shaft, wet from my cunt and mouth. I love looking at his dick, so big I’ll never be able to fit it all in my mouth, but I’ll try my best.
Cole pushes my head down, forcing me to stop thinking and start sucking. He sets the pace with his hand, pushing me down as I stretch my jaw wide and take him in.
“That’s a girl,” he says. “Fuck my cock with your mouth. Fuck it good, Jessa. Let me feel that tongue. Oh, God, yeah. God, you’re so good when your mouth fucks my dick.”
His encouragement makes me want to suck him even better so I take him even deeper, opening up my jaw even wider. I pull back and suck on the head like I’m going to suck him dry as my hand works his veiny shaft. I pump and suck him for all I’m worth.
“Look at you,” he says, his hand still on my head but letting me set the pace now. “Your ass is sticking out like you’re ready to be fucked. I wish I could fuck you and get sucked at the same time.”
I moan around his cock. It feels so good in my mouth.
“Christ, you’re going to make me come already,” he says. Even though I want to be fucked in my cunt, which is begging for him, I know enough about Cole to know that he won’t let me down.
Not in the bedroom, at least.
He pulls me up and tosses me on the bed, my tits bouncing with my body. I love the way he takes me, tossing me around like I’m his toy.
His hand covers his cock, moving slowly up and down it. “Where do you want me to come? In your mouth?”
“Yes,” I moan, sitting up slightly on my elbows.
“In your pussy? God, look at that thing. So fucking pink and wet. I’m going to come all up in that pussy of yours. But not yet.”
I reach for him as he pumps his dick in his hand. His stomach clenches and hot streams of milky come spray out and splash on my stomach and tits. I push my body into the impact, taking all of that hot liquid on me.
When he’s finished he barely takes a second before he leans over me and covers my mouth with his. I can feel his come sliding down my ribs as his tongue pushes further into my mouth, as deep as I took his cock.
He sits back on his heels and looks down at me.
“Now we can finally begin,” he says.
Cole
Now I can really take my time with her, do with her what I want. I want to give her everything she needs—even the things she doesn’t know she needs.
“Rub my come over your tits so I can fuck them,” I tell Jessa.
Kissing her seconds after blowing my load is all I need to get going again, and I could fuck her ten more times tonight if her body can handle it.
She gladly scoops up the dripping come from her sides and slathers it around her perky tits. She twists her hard nipples in her fingers and fuck if I don’t want to cover them with my mouth.
“Push them together,” I tell her, and she squeezes her tits together. I lean forward and slide my dick between them, my come making it easy to fuck. “More, baby. Squeeze them more.” Her tits cover my dick, totally buried in them, and I pump her hard, my balls on her chest, the head of my dick slamming into her throat. She likes it, though. Her moans and cries tell me so.
“Look at you,” I say as I pump her. “You love getting fucked, don’t you?”
“Only by you,” she says. I want to shove my cock back in her mouth to keep her from saying things like that—things that’ll break my goddamn heart if I let it.
“Oh, you’re going to get fucked,” I tell her. I slide my dick out from her tits, and she takes her come-soaked hand licks herself, palm to fingertip. I’m mesmerized. She swirls her fingers through her glistening chest and sucks it all off like it’s the most savory dish in the world.
Damn, she can be so nasty, she’s almost a match for my deviance. She’s gotten a little bolder since we were together years ago.
Jessa keeps licking me off her, her eyes on mine as she enjoys her little treat. She spreads her legs wide, her knees falling to the side and showing me that tight pink pussy that I love so much.
“Rub our juices together,” I tell her, and of course she does because she knows to obey. Her fingers dance in the come on her chest before she slips two into herself up to her knuckles. She so primed to be fucked that the walls of her cunt are practically throbbing—I swear I can see it.
“Cole, I need your dick inside me,” she says. “I need to be fucked by you. It’s been too long, baby.”
“Twenty-four hours is too long to wait for me?”
“Way too long.”
She’s right. It’s been far too long since I fucked this woman. She needs to be fucked twice a day, every day.
“Get on your knees and show me that ass,” I tell her. “Face that mirror.” She gets on her knees and faces the mirror that’s across from the bed by the little desk. I dig my fingers into her hips and hold her in place. She pushes her ass back at me but I’m still deciding what she’s going to get next. When I see the hunger in her eyes reflecting in the mirror, I know what she wants. She wants more of what she didn’t get last night.
“Down on your chest,” I say, and she immediately does as told. Chest down, ass up. Just how I love it.
I get behind her and lick her long and slow, from the hood of her cunt all the way to tight little bud of her ass. She moans and I lick her up again, twirling my tongue around her hole, pressing in a little more. She’s so wet that her juices spread easily over the length of her, making the intrusion of my sharp tongue even easier. I know all her little nerve endings are screaming out at the sensation—my dick is bobbing like a fucking buoy in a storm. I dig my fingers into her hips and shove my tongue up in her ass, fucking her with it. She cries out, shoving herself back into me even more and slap her upper thigh just to remind her who’s in charge.
When I’ve decided she’s had enough I kiss her back, licking up her spine.
“You’re not watching,” I warn. I pull her back up on her hands and she turns her eyes back on me in the mirror. I pull her hips back to my straining cock that’s more than ready for another round. She’s panting with euphoria, her moans so sexy and needy. I take my dick, placing the head of it at her soaking pussy. Jessa is crying for me, begging for it.
“Please, give it to me, Cole,” she says. “I can’t wait anymore. Fuck I need you. Shove that cock inside me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Cole.”
I give her a little more, push myself in slowly as I watch her face contort. When she looks down from the mirror, I take hold of her hair and pull her head back into position. “Look at that,” I tell her. “Look how needy you are.”
“Yes,” she pants.
I shove my cock up inside her cunt. She screams out. I slowly pull back and then slam back into her. I fuck her slow but hard.
“You love getting this cock inside you,” I tell her.
“I fucking love your fat cock inside me,” she says. “Fuck me harder, Cole. I need more.”
“Look at that face as you get fucked,” I tell her, slamming into her again. I can feel the walls of pussy clinging to my dick, closing on my hard shaft as I plunge into her again and again. Her back is sweating and I run my fingers through it. “You’re so sexy when you get fucked, Jessa.”
She’s pushing back into me at the same rhythm I’m pummeling into her. She’s picking up the speed and I let her. I’m on my knees, my hands holding tight to her hips as I pull her back into me. I’m slamming her, bucking my hips,
my balls slapping her thighs as my lower stomach smacks that ass. My body begins to tense and I can feel myself about to explode inside her.
“Cole, I’m going to come,” this gorgeous little vixen says. We’re perfectly in sync.
“I’m going to blow,” I tell her.
“Come in me, please, Cole.” She begs and she means it.
All at once, a great wave takes over my body and I blow my load inside her cunt, pumping still deeper into her, getting every last drop up in her. We watch each other come in the mirror, both our faces contorting and flushed and hungry. She slams her hips back into me as I hold her tight. My dick throbs and spasms until we both fall still.
We collapse on the bed, both sweating and spent. I reach out and pull her into me, her body nuzzled into mine. I push her hair back off her neck and kiss her until she giggles and shrugs me off her shoulder.
She takes my hand in hers and says quietly, “I missed you.”
It crashes my heart because I’ve missed her too, so much. But I can’t bring myself to say it back. Instead I kiss her again, and hold her a little closer.
“You know,” she says. “I’m surprised that fancy you would stay in a hotel room this small.”
“Jessa, darling,” I say in a teasing voice. “You don’t actually think this is the entire room, do you?”
“There’s more?”
“With me, there’s always more,” I say. “This is just the bedroom. Since it’s an old hotel, when they restored it they combined the other rooms into one mega suite. Come on.”
I guide her through the rest of the suite—a large living room with restored furniture from the time the building was erected a hundred years ago, and a modern bathroom as large as the bedroom.
“Whoa, look at the tub!” Jessa exclaims. She runs over to the claw-foot tub that sits in the gigantic shower area and hops in. “This I could get used to.”
If only she knew how much I wanted her to have all this and more.
“Plenty of room for two in here,” she says.
We fill the tub to the brim with bubbles and hot water, and her back rests against my chest as we relax after the extraordinary evening.