by KB Winters
“True, but that’s what life is. Getting to know yourself and others and building those connections.” He stepped closer to me until I could feel the heat of him leeching into my skin. “I can’t promise to be perfect, Savannah—no one is.”
“I know that, Cole, I—“
“Let me finish,” he said cutting me off. I closed my mouth with a snap much to Cole’s amusement. I felt something loosen slightly inside of me at the change in his expression. “I can’t promise you that I’m the perfect man. In fact, I’m sure Candice would be quick to tell you about all of the shitty things I do or how I leave the toilet seat up. But I can promise you I won’t do anything to purposely hurt you.”
“Okay,” I breathed out and felt some of the weight I’d been carrying lift off from my shoulders.
“And you?”
I blinked. “Me what?”
Cole smirked. “Do you promise not to purposely hurt me as well? I mean, I might be a bad ass Marine, but I still have feelings.”
I let out a small laugh. “Do you own a pink shirt too? You know, to show the world that you have feelings?”
“Hey, real men wear pink baby.” Cole let go of my cheeks and curled his arms up showcasing his muscles. I tried to remain serious, but it was impossible in the face of his blatant teasing. The man was definitely a menace.
“Keep telling yourself that, Cole.”
“All day every day.” He brought his arms down curling them around my waist. I settled into him with a soft sigh, glad to once again feel his heat and have his scent wrapped around me. “I like you Savannah, regardless of the fact that we’ve only known each other for such a short time.”
His words made me smile, pleased at his earnest words. “I like you too, Cole…especially when you’re in uniform.”
His rumble of laughter was all I needed right then, and I vowed to try to keep the past firmly buried behind me.
Chapter Three
I sighed, blissfully content with my evening as I rested my head against Cole’s shoulder. The past few days had been wonderful. I felt like Cole and I had gotten a shot at a real second chance, and I was grateful for it. By some unspoken agreement, we had decided to go slow ignoring the sexual tension between us in order to actually get to know one another. Apparently,I’d almost sabotaged myself into being nothing more than a one-night stand. Cole had been attempting to ask me on a date when I essentially attached myself to his face at the club.
“Do you want another glass of wine?”
I shifted so I could angle my head up. Cole’s eyes were magnetic in the blue glare of the television screen, and I had to fight hard against my desire to lean up a little and kiss him. Going slow with him was a serious struggle for me. The man practically oozed sexiness out of his pores.
Earlier,he’d taken me climbing at the gym he went to, and watching his back muscles bunch and release as he effortlessly pulled himself up the most difficult part of the climbing wall had nearly been my undoing. It hadn’t help that there had been other women there openly leering at him with their faces full of make-up, while I’d stood there with my face bare and my hair pulled into the messiest of ponytails. I couldn’t help but still feel smug at remembering the other women’s looks of jealousy when Cole had climbed back down and thrown his arm over my shoulders.
“What are you thinking about?”
I blinked as my focus turned back to him. His expression was amused and his lips were turned up in a small smile. “Oh, nothing really. Just thinking about how hot you looked earlier when you were climbing that wall at the gym.”
Cole’s smile turned into a knowing smirk, sharp and dangerous. “Yeah? I noticed you sharing a few looks with some of the other women there. Anything you want to inform me of?”
I snorted. “Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.” My answer seemed to amuse him even more, but I didn’t even feel any shame as I rolled my eyes. “Please, Cole. You know exactly what those other women were thinking.”
“Maybe,” he said with a deep hum. “But really, all I care about is whether or not you were thinking the same thing.” His arm that was around my waist pulled me tighter into his body, and I hissed out a breath. My journey up and down the climbing wall hadn’t been quite as smooth as his, and I was sporting a few sensitive bruises thanks to it. “Are you okay?”
I smiled softly at his concerned expression before pushing myself up. Immediately,he released me, but before he could say another word, I turned my body and moved to straddle his lap. The hard muscles of his leg were soothing against the backs of my thighs, and I shifted until my knees bracketed his hips.
“I’m perfect.” My answer and the change in position seemed to catch him by surprise, and I used that moment to move in for a kiss.
My fingers skirted up his torso briefly brushing across his well-defined abs. I enjoyed his resulting shiver. It had been too long, in my opinion, since I’d last touched Cole’s body, and I was tired of playing the waiting game. Still, I wanted to make sure we were on the same page about things. Miscommunication had almost doomed us from the start and I didn’t want a repeat of any of that, so I pulled back slightly our breaths mingling.
“Is this okay?”
Cole looked at me for a moment and the heat in his gaze was enough to steal my breath away. His expression was so openly ravenous and I couldn’t help my quick intake of breath as his large strong hands moved to grip my hips.
“That depends.”
I swallowed at the deep timbre of his voice. “On?”
“On whether you are ready for all of me, Savannah.” The way he said my name was almost enough to make me come, and it took a big internal push for me to focus on his actual words instead. I tried to keep up some of my bravado and smirked.
“I’ve already had you once. I think I can handle you again.”
Cole’s grip grew tighter, and I had to bite back a groan of pleasure at feeling a portion of the strength in his hands.
“You had me when I was still unsure of whether I was a one-night stand or not, so I held back.”
My breathing came quicker at the thought of sex with Cole somehow being even better than it had been before. How could that even be possible; and would I even survive? Regardless, I knew I wanted everything this man had to give.
“You held back,” I repeated his words, keeping the tone of my voice teasing. “What could you possibly ha—“
My voice choked to a stop as Cole’s mouth quickly and suddenly slanted over my own. My lips parted on a whimper that turned into a moan as his tongue delved inside, sliding across my own and laying claim as if he wanted to own me. I was powerless to fight off the scalding need that consumed my heated body, and the tight grip on my hips ensured I wouldn’t be going anywhere—but I found that I didn’t want to get away. No, getting away from Cole was the absolute furthest thing from my mind. I wanted more from him. I wanted him to drive me insane with the need to be completely possessed by him.
“Please,” I whispered hotly when Cole’s lips finally released my own. “More.” I had only a small inkling of what I was asking him for, and maybe after he and I should have a long talk about these newly sprung urges to be utterly consumed by another person— but right then all I wanted was for him to do anything and everything he wanted to me.
His fingers at my hip moved until they were skimming over the bare skin of my waist as my shirt was pushed up. They dipped lower, dancing across my sensitive skin underneath my sweatpants. I’d quickly learned that Cole seemed to enjoy seeing me in sweats as much—if not more—than he enjoyed seeing me dressed up. When I shifted against his hard thigh muscles, my breath hitched at the feeling of his cock—hard and easily outlined thanks to his own penchant for sweatpants.
“I knew you were watching me,” Cole said quietly, his fingers still teasing along the waistband of my pants.
“What?” I asked, my mind slowly going insane with each brush of his fingertips. I leaned my head back slightly as he leaned forward, h
is nose nuzzling against my neck. “Jesus Christ, Co—“
“At the gym,” he growled out. I trembled at the feeling of his tongue darting out to flick against my throat, and gasped at the feeling of teeth against my jugular. “I could feel your eyes on me as you watched me climb up the wall.”
I swallowed thickly, trembling when his teeth moved down to scrape gently across my collarbone. For once, I was glad that I’d opted for a tank top instead of my customary sweatshirt. “Lots of people were watching you Cole.” My voice trailed off in a whine as he nipped softly at my skin. Thankfully, tomorrow was Saturday so I wasn’t worried about marks left on my skin.
“True,” he continued on. “But I only cared about you watching me.”
My panting breaths were loud to my ears and the muted sounds of the television, still on, faded away into the background.
“Did you like watching me?” Cole asked, his breath fanning across my neck as he moved back up towards my ear. “Did it make you wet to see me pulling myself up that wall? Do you like seeing how strong I am?”
“Yes!” I cried out, eyes squeezing shut as Cole’s lips closed around my sensitive ear lobe.
“I know,” he whispered.
“God, you’re so—ah,” my lips parted wide on an aching moan as teeth rasped against the shell of my ear. That was always a weak spot for me and with Cole, every feeling I’d had seemed even more amplified. When one of his hands moved down to cup my ass, I arched my back with a pleasured groan. My nipples were already hard and peaked, and when they brushed against Cole’s hard chest, I couldn’t help but shiver at how good it felt. The man was a walking aphrodisiac. My hands moved almost as if on their own accord until I could bury my fingers in his hair. I gripped the short golden strands tightly and pulled. Cole’s rumbling growl made his chest vibrate against me and I whimpered at the feeling. This man was going to drive me crazy, but oh what a way to go!
When our lips met again, I didn’t hold back sliding my tongue out to dance across his in a sensual duet. There was a loud buzzing in my ears as my body quickly succumbed to the need I had for Cole. He seemed to enjoy my lapse of control when I’d grip his hair tightly, so I did it again and again. I didn’t know how long we kissed, I was so consumed with getting as close as possible to him.
“Fuck, baby,” Cole groaned when our lips separated again. We both were breathing heavily, but I knew I didn’t want to stop.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded. I moved my mouth along his stubbled chin as my hips began to writhe underneath his hands. I knew my cunt had to be slick with the evidence of my pleasure, and I widened my stance in order to sink down even further on Cole’s lap. The feeling of his hard cock brushing against my pussy made me cry out, and I couldn’t stop myself from sliding along his length. There was a slight flare of pain on one of my hips as Cole’s grip tightened, but instead of making me stop, it just amplified my pleasure.
“So eager, baby,” Cole growled as the hand on my ass released and slid around to my tummy. I held my breath as the back of his hand brushed against the skin below my navel and slid between me and the waistband of my pants.
“Cole.”
My nipples brushed against his chest again as I drug in deep breaths. I rarely ever wore panties under my sweatpants and this time was no exception. When Cole’s fingers teased the short curls of my pubic hair, I trembled. I knew he’d find me hot down there with my lips swollen and slick with need. At the first touch of his fingers against my lips, sliding across my clit, my body tightened and unbelievably I was thrown into climax.
“Very good.” Cole’s words made me internally preen with pleasure even as I gasped coming down from my impromptu orgasm. He slid his fingers slowly from where they had been resting against the edge of my cunt until his hand was out of my pants. I blearily watched as he brought his hand up to his face and slid his middle finger into his mouth. His eyes closed as if he were savoring the most delicious of treats and when he slid his finger out, it was with a popping noise that drew my focus back to the matter at hand. “You’re so fucking delicious, baby.”
“And you are such a fucking menace,” I responded, my voice cracking at the end. The smirk he gave me was enough to make my insides clench again.
“You love it,” Cole said confidently. “You might act like a hardass with everyone else, but I know that deep down you want someone to hold you tight and fuck you hard and deep like you need.”
“Oh?” I tried to sound undeterred by his words, but my hands shook where they were still perched in Cole’s hair. I met his gaze head on, unable to look away.
“Hold on to me,” he instructed. I only had a moment to ponder his words before two hands gripped my ass and Cole stood up from the couch lifting me along with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing them at the ankles and moving my hands down to wrap my arms around his shoulders. He chuckled darkly, before shifting me slightly and letting go with one hand.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, equal parts impressed and aroused at his display of raw strength. He crouched down a little in order to pick up the remote from the table and turn off the television before turning to the hallway and starting towards the bedroom. I held on tightly, but I wasn’t worried about falling in the slightest. When we reached the bedroom, Cole walked over to the bed and leaned over until I could tumble down onto it. I lay back on the bed propping myself up on my elbows. “One of these days, we are seriously going to test out your strength.”
Cole smirked as he stood between my knees where my legs were hanging off the bed, but didn’t respond. Still, I took his silence for agreement. I wasn’t expecting him to drop down on his knees, and I pushed myself up further in order to retain eye contact with him. Deft fingers pulled at the waistband of my sweats, and I pushed my hips up in order to help him slide the material all the way down and off my legs.
“Don’t move.” He commanded.
I arched an eyebrow, but did as I was told, almost losing it completely when Cole’s hands gripped the back of my thighs and slid my legs over his broad shoulders. The position made me feel vulnerable and bare as his hungry eyes greedily feasted on my exposed pussy.
“Eyes on me,” Cole ordered softly. He glanced up at me, not moving an inch until I gave him a sharp nod showing that I understood. I was completely and utterly captivated as he bent his head low and blew softly against my pussy lips. If I’d been standing, my knees would have surely buckled at the sensation. I trembled, feeling his hands squeezing my thighs and pushing my legs open further. My fingers gripped the sheets underneath me as I waited for him to move.
The first slide of Cole’s tongue against the folds of my cunt was devastating in all the right ways. My fingers clenched and squeezed as he systematically took me apart with his mouth. His tongue flicked against the hard nub of my clit before delving between my inner folds and caressing the walls of my aching pussy. The wet sounds of him eagerly feasting on me filled the room, and I fell back against the bed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted as my cunt leaked with each pulse of syrupy pleasure that shuddered through my body. I was so close to coming again and I arched my back as I tried to fight the rising tide within me. I tried to hold on—to make the pleasure last as long as possible, but when Cole’s wicked fingers pressed sharply against the bruise at my hip, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. That slight pain made my pleasure so much more intense, and I leaned my head up in order to watch Cole just like I’d been told. It was difficult though—my eyes wanted to fall closed with the pleasure and just soak in the feelings running through my body. When I looked down at Cole, his grey eyes were intense and half-lidded as though he were getting more enjoyment than I was and it was too much—
—I’d lost it. My body seized up, toes curled in the air as I let out a shout that was probably loud enough to be heard a block away. Cole’s tongue didn’t pause, instead it darted within me as if he were trying to pull as much of my slick into his mouth as possible. Throughout it all, his gaze neve
r left mine. As I fought to catch my breath after my second explosive orgasm of the night, Cole continued to lick the folds of my cunt and when I tried to push him away, he refused to budge. He let out a satisfied sounding hum, and I gasped as the vibrations travelled through me. He was going to be the death of me.
Death by sex—what a way to go.
He eventually pulled back, his tongue sliding out of me with a wet sound that sent blood rushing to my cheeks.
“You are definitely not human,” I declared, breathlessly.
“You said you could handle me.” He tilted his head to the side with a smirk. “Are you giving up already?”
I let out a very unladylike snort. “I didn’t say I was giving up.”
My answer seemed to satisfy him and Cole let my legs drop from his shoulders before pulling back and standing up. “Take of your shirt.” His firm tone made me shiver, but I quickly moved to obey before letting it drop on the other side of the bed.
“Touch yourself.”
My eyes widened at his request. “What?”
Cole reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt before pulling it off. My eyes glazed over as I drank in the sight of his sculpted abs and defined pecs. I ached with the need to get my mouth on him and taste.
“I want to watch you touch yourself. I want to see how you pleasure yourself when no one is around,” he encouraged bending over and sliding his own pants off. “Touch yourself for me, baby.”
I continued to stare openly at Cole as my hands moved of their own accord. He gave me a sharp grin as my hand moved between my legs. I was still so sensitive, but I couldn’t help my need to feel how wet I was after having Cole eat me out for as long and as thoroughly as he did. My lower lips were swollen as I ran the pads of my fingers against them. The fact that Cole was watching me touch myself and was enjoying it made my pleasure that much greater.