She raised an eyebrow. “Kind of sucks for me, though, right? For you to be so out of practice? I assume I’ll be having to teach you how it works again.”
Cole grinned and couldn’t believe how much he was enjoying himself and not having sex at the same time. And yet, here he was virtually naked himself in the middle of a field of grapes extending the conversation to see just how long he could go without picking her up in his arms and running the both of them straight to her bedroom because he was having so much damn fun.
At the realization, the guilt crept in, weaving around in his gut like an old houseguest who wouldn’t leave. The inclination to indulge himself was strong, but the remembrance of the pain he’d caused his family had his smile slowly fading. This was a just a one-night stand like any other and it was all he that he deserved.
“That sounds like a dare for me to prove you wrong,” he said. “But I told you the truth, which makes it your turn. So go on and choose while I mentally revisit how sex works so you won’t have to break out the instruction manual later.”
“Dare,” she said, taking another step back from him.
Finally. “Kiss me.”
The look of surprise on her face was a treat. She’d expected him to mess with her some more and while that would certainly be entertaining, he’d reached his limit. He needed to touch her, to have her fully in his arms with every inch of her pressed up against him. His entire body was begging him to grab her and never let go.
When she hesitated, he lifted a brow. “If you’d like some direction, I’d be happy to give you step-by-step instructions.”
Her lips thinned then and she marched the two steps back to him, lifting her chin. “One last time, if I learn that you’re secretly married I will find where you live and burn your house down.”
“Your continued and now-localized threat of arson has been noted.” Taking her hand in his, he gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Blair, cross my heart and hope to die, I am not married.”
She shook her head, then with a small smile, she leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek instead of the real kiss they both wanted, and he kind of wanted to haul her against him and simply do it, but he respected her move too much.
“Your turn,” she told him, settling back down on her feet.
“Dare,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. And the word held a double meaning because he was also daring her to let them do what they both wanted.
Her own eyes grew serious, and she said, “Kiss me.”
He didn’t waste a millisecond before pulling her back into his arms. “It’s about fucking time,” he growled before setting his lips on hers.
The game was over because the moment he felt her soft lips against his he was lost. Their tongues met in a hurried crash of teeth that wasn’t awkward exactly but completely devoid of finesse. Whatever savvy he might have learned over the years had flown out the window with his extended celibacy and the fact that they’d been teasing each other for over an hour now, waiting for just this moment. She arched against him, trying to get closer, while he thrust against the soft pad of her stomach, his dick becoming increasingly insistent that he find it a nice, warm place to go.
When it wasn’t enough, he grabbed hold of her upper thighs and hoisted her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his back to keep hold.
“Truth or dare,” he asked her as he walked them back down the row toward her house.
She ignored him at first, her breath hot against his neck as her lips traveled down, pressing against his skin and driving him fucking nuts. Finally she answered, “Truth.”
“Where’s your bedroom?”
Her head came up and her genuine smile, one that wasn’t exasperated or begrudging, was a true gift, her eyes bright, smile wide, unguarded and fully in it with him. “You’re really great, you know that, right?”
“This feels like a really sneaky way of throwing me off by complimenting me so you won’t have to answer the truth.”
“My bedroom is on the second floor, down the hall, last door on the right.” She proceeded to kiss her way down the other side of his neck. “It sounds to me like I’ve stumbled upon the fact that you’re uncomfortable with compliments. So if it makes you feel better, considering the aforementioned poor performance I’m expecting from you, that will probably be the last one I issue.”
A corner of his mouth lifted and he thought he was probably gazing at her with affection in his eyes. “You’re a woman of grace and circumspection to think of my little old feelings that way, Blair.”
She bowed her head. “It’s my pleasure,” she said, then leaned in to touch her lips to his again, her hands climbing up into the back of his hair, sifting through the strands and then gripping with authority.
He took over then, his tongue full-on invading her mouth, the earthy taste of wine lingering on them both. She made a sound of pleasure that reverberated in his ears and he’d reached the limit. Striding toward the house with her in his arms, he didn’t stop the kiss, loved, in fact, that his eyes were open while hers were closed and he could see what she looked like while they kissed.
When he reached the steps, however, he had to break the kiss and appeal for her to open the front door for him since his hands were currently occupied with lush female.
They crossed the threshold of her house into a handsome foyer lit with an old brass chandelier and a burning candle that smelled like fresh herbs he couldn’t quite place. While he couldn’t be bothered to look at anything too closely, it felt like Blair as soon as he walked in. He climbed the curved wooden staircase up to the second floor and followed the rest of her directions, her hands playing with his hair and dropping idle kisses on his collarbone as he pushed in the cracked door of her bedroom.
It smelled a little sweeter in this room, like the same vanilla scent of her skin and it only amped up his need. Not wasting any time, he dropped her gently down on the edge of the bed before stepping back.
“Ask me truth or dare,” he told her. When she did, he said, staring straight into her eyes, “Dare.”
“Take off my clothes.”
He gave her a full smile then. “You are so good at this game.”
They both laughed then. “You’re not bad yourself,” she told him as he pulled her off the bed so she was standing in front of him. His hands at her waist, he played with the drawstring holding up her skirt for only a moment before pulling at it and helping the wispy fabric fall to the ground. They both glanced at it for a second before their eyes met and she arched an eyebrow in question. “Bottoms first,” she said, “that’s an interesting choice.”
He shrugged. “I thought I’d waited long enough to get to the good stuff.”
“Truth or dare,” he told her.
“Dare,” she said, again without any hesitation.
“Take those little undergarments off then, my fingers are already tired.”
He took a step back so he could watch. Her fingertips, stained faintly purple from the grapes, which was a little detail that had his dick jerking, dragged down a pair of nude, barely-there underwear. The scrap of fabric hit the floor along with his knees. One thing he hadn’t forgotten in his sex sabbatical was the natural order of things.
Smiling at her intake of breath as his fingers landed on her thighs, he let them travel downward instead of up like they both wanted, but it was enough to smell her arousal. Soon enough he’d bury himself in her but now he had some stuff to take care of, namely driving her so out of her mind she could barely stand for want of his mouth on her.
“Truth or dare?” she asked, her voice low.
“Dare,” he said, his eyes snapping to hers.
“Keep going,” she told him.
“Oh, I’d say you couldn’t stop me if you tried but I do respond to a verbal negative,” he said, running a finger over the back of her knee. Then he hoisted it up
over his shoulder so her legs were spread and the heart of her was exposed to his gaze. “Now that’s been worth the wait.”
And with no other warning than that, he went in. Spreading her apart with his thumbs, he licked up either side of her, tasting her, learning her as her fingers tightened in his hair. He loved it, and responding to her tugs, he lightly licked over the slick nub, applying more pressure when she bucked against him. Finally suckling it as he slid a single finger inside her wet heat, her cry of pleasure nearly undoing him. His own blood was rushing in from his ears straight into his throbbing cock. He was beyond impressed that he’d already lasted this long without exploding. Between the erotic truth or dare and simply the pleasure of having all that silkiness under his tongue as she got closer to climax, it was a wonder he was still hanging on.
When he added two fingers, brushing up against that rough patch of skin inside her, her head fell backward, as if she’d given herself up to the pleasure. They’d both forgotten the game and were now simply committed to giving each other what they needed. And he needed so damn much from her.
“It’s your turn,” he reminded her, though, because this was the game and for them both to win, they needed to keep playing. He added a third finger and she gasped. “Truth or dare?” he prodded.
“Dare,” she choked out, looking down at him from above with a spark of challenge in her eyes.
He stopped the movement of his thumb on her clit, then sped it up again before he commanded, “Come now.”
He pumped his fingers in and out of her as he sucked the slippery clit into his mouth again, licking and licking until she finally cried out, her come soaking his fingers. He felt his cock jerk against his abdomen and watching her head thrown back in ecstasy, her harsh cry of release, was triggering a need in him so deep it was already too far gone to control.
Rising, he shifted her back on the bed, pulling off her shirt and bra in record time. “Condoms?” he asked, licking some of her off his hand. He was like a rabid animal—he had to have her.
Eyes darkening, she nodded to her bedside drawer and a flicker of annoyance hit him at the open box that signaled she’d used the absent condoms on her loser ex. But he couldn’t care about that now. He pulled one out and tossed it on the bed beside her as he climbed on top of her. His gaze raked her body.
“Is the game over?” she asked. “Because I think you know what my next dare will be.”
He only nodded and lowered his head to take a beaded pale peach nipple into his mouth. Taking the other breast in his hand, he squeezed and conformed his hand to her size, testing the weight of her. She wasn’t big but she was perfect against his palm, the warm velvet a weird balm to his raging erection while at the same time keeping it at a steady arousal.
“Game was over when you invited me onto your porch, but then I think we both enjoy playing,” he murmured, giving her nipple a deep suck until she whimpered and he let go, giving her other breast the same attention.
No longer able to wait, he ripped open the condom and slid it on his waiting cock in record time.
At her disappointed look, he raised an eyebrow.
She shrugged against the pale yellow duvet. “You didn’t let me play with you.” Her gaze lowered meaningfully to his cock.
“Oh, don’t worry,” he promised, “that’s my very favorite game and I wouldn’t deprive you of the pleasure.”
He hitched himself to her slit, right where he needed to go, the warmth already traveling down the length of his oversensitive dick.
“But right now, sweetheart, if it’s all the same to you, I’d like you to tell me that my time away from the sport hasn’t diminished my skill so that I can finally slide into you and give us both what we want.”
Tonight certainly hadn’t been his best performance, but he’d make it up to her later. Right now, his mind was literally mush.
“High marks,” she managed as he couldn’t help but enter her, just an inch. “No extra tutoring necessary.”
“I take back everything I’ve said about you, Ms. Sandoval, you are a very good woman, indeed.”
And then he proceeded in doing his best to make them both very bad.
CHAPTER SEVEN
COLE PUSHED INSIDE HER, his big body covering hers as he did and Blair could barely breathe for the roiling emotions inside her. She hadn’t anticipated that she’d like Cole so much and that when he came fully inside of her that she might already be sad that he’d be leaving in the morning. But those thoughts were just as quickly lost to her as he started thrusting, gently at first, but then eventually rearing back and giving it his all, their grunts and sighs and the creaking of her bed the only sounds in the room, the game put away for less intense times.
“Fuck, Blair,” Cole gritted in her ear. “You feel so good. I can’t—” He trailed off and reached down to rub her with his thumb, taking her closer to the edge.
“You can’t what?” she breathed, writhing against him. He was large, which was probably one of the reasons he was so damn full of himself, and he honestly barely fit, but she was so revved up, so ready for him after he’d made her come that the friction between them was easy yet still intense. More than anything she could sense his desperation, that he was struggling to hang on. Two years was an extremely long time to not have sex and she wanted it to be amazing for him.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he told her, his thumb flying over her clit and in seconds she came again, crying out as his mouth came down to slide openmouthed kisses down her neck.
He came then too, stiffening against her, his breath hot against the burning skin of her neck.
When he was finished, his head came up and he pinned her with his gaze. “That wasn’t my finest performance, Ms. Sandoval, and I do vow next time we’ll take our time with it, but if I could just extend my sincerest and deepest gratitude for that which has just transpired, I’d surely appreciate it.”
Blair nearly laughed that the man who’d just given her two orgasms was asking for her permission to thank her. He was a peculiar type of person but she liked it.
“I’m happy to break your celibacy streak,” she told him, running a hand down his back, then wondering if she should. It felt weird to make such an intimate gesture now that the sex was finished between them. But he seemed to like it, dropping a light kiss on her nose before pulling out of her and asking for directions to the bathroom.
When he was gone, she went to one of the guest bathrooms to clean up herself and when she returned to her bedroom he was lying back on her pillows examining one of the grape cultivation manuals she had on her nightstand.
“This looks old,” he observed, holding the book up to her.
“The original was written in the 1800s.”
His eyes widened. “You trying to study up on old techniques?”
Blair shrugged. “Yeah, I think it’s important to look at the history of growing. As regional climates change we know we constantly have to be thinking about how it affects our grapes. And it’s also interesting to see just how much hasn’t changed. For all the new machinery and automated bottling, winemaking is one of those things that has kind of stood the test of time.”
Cole’s grin was huge. “This has got to be the sexiest afterglow conversation I’ve ever had.” He pulled the covers back. “Now get in here because the night is young and I was previously promised a blow job.”
With a wry smile, she opened her drawer to get an oversize T-shirt and a pair of boy shorts before climbing into bed with Cole. Once there, Cole put his arm out and pulled her into his crook. She settled in with an inward sigh as the smell of him, piney again with a side of fresh laundry, permeated her brain.
“I like this room, you know.”
“I’m glad it meets your standards,” she said dryly.
“This bed, especially, was sturdier than it looked for a man my size.” He nodded at the long wooden,
somewhat spindly, posters. “I’d like to see how those fare as well, you know what I mean?”
“No, I don’t actually know what you mean,” she said, certain whatever he said was going to be mildly perverted.
“Oh, just that they give a man visions of tying your hands to the top and screwing your brains out against them.”
Blair cleared her throat. “Well, that is certainly one idea.”
Cole laughed. “Oh, don’t you worry, I am full of ideas. And unfortunately for you, I’m like a bull that’s just been let out of the cage, sweetheart. Now that I’m loose, it’s gonna take all night to wear me out so I hope you’re prepared.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Blair teased, plucking playfully at his small nipple. “You’re a big talker, after all. For all I know you’re going to fall asleep in a couple of minutes and not wake up until morning.”
Cole squeezed her against him. “Blair, darling, I’m a big everything, if you know what I mean.”
Blair struggled not to laugh because the last thing she wanted to do was encourage this kind of behavior.
“Just do it,” he whispered in her ear, his tongue coming out to trace the shell of her ear. With just that little contact, her body was ready to go again. “Let yourself laugh at me. I like it.”
Then he nibbled her earlobe and there was very little reason to laugh.
“I won’t laugh at you because you’re already too full of yourself.”
He let her earlobe go and raised a lascivious eyebrow. “And you’d like to be full of me instead? Is that the problem? Because I’m working my way around to doing that again as we speak. So don’t you worry about it, Miz Blair, Cole is gonna make it better.”
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