by KB Winters
“I need you like one-hundred percent more naked and all over me.”
Cole looked at me with an amused expression. “Is that so?”
I nodded once.
“Well then, we’d better get you home so I can go about fulfilling your request.” His smile was wide and his eyes hungry and just the sight of him made a furl of warmth curl inside of me. He let go of my hips and brought one hand up to pull my arms down. We pulled away from one another, but before I could retreat too much further, his fingers tangled with mine. “I truly am sorry, Savannah. I wasn’t trying to ignore you and I didn’t intend for you to start having ideas about me being done with you. That is so far from the truth.”
“Okay,” I replied again pulling on his hand to lead him in the direction of my car. “Then make it up to me…repeatedly.”
Cole gave me a smirk before pulling me back against him and burying his free hand in my hair. “You sure you can handle that baby? It’s been more than a week since I last had you, and if you open up that gate, there is no shutting it again.”
I shivered at the desirous timber of his voice before leaning forward and brushing a kiss against his lips delighting in the clench of his fingers in my hair. Knowing that I was able to affect Cole in this way made me feel powerful and sexy. “You aren’t the only one who has been holding back…babe.”
His eyes widened at my use of a pet name before he released me with a tight smile. “Then by all means, lead the way.”
I smirked and resumed my walk to the car. After unlocking it and getting in, I had to take a deep breath to calm myself. When a large, strong hand reached over and gripped my chin tightly, I gasped. I refocused my gaze on Cole.
“This is hardly the way to get us home quickly and as much as car sex is a turn on, I really would rather have you in my bed.”
“Jesus, you never stop talking,” Cole hissed his eyes shifting to fixate on my lips. “God, you talk so much.”
I blinked pushing down the spike of hurt. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s not bad,” he amended quickly leaning into my space. “It just drives me to distraction and makes me want to fuck you until the only words you know are ‘yes’, ‘more’ and my name.”
“Fuck,” I whined softly. I wanted him. I wanted Cole to do everything to me and make my brain stop for at least a little while. “I want that too.”
“Good, I figured you might.” He released my chin and leaned back into the passenger seat. When I didn’t make a move, he nudged my hand. “Aren’t you going to start the car?”
I sputtered slightly before nodding and putting the key in the ignition. Being flustered normally made me cringe and a small part of me hated the fact that I’d suddenly lost the upper hand in the situation. Still, the chemistry between Cole and me was impossible to ignore—especially with the way my body yearned for him.
The car ride was quiet and the air was filled with palpable sexual tension. I barely paid attention to the stoplights—focusing on getting us there and discovering how Cole wanted me and what exactly he had in mind. It seemed like forever by the time we finally pulled into my designated parking space. After shutting off the car, the tension seemed to rise considerably and when I looked over at Cole, the sight of him sitting so calmly in his seat sent my heart beat into over drive. Without consciously thinking about it, I leaned over and our lips met as if pulled by gravity.
I let out a high sound of pleasure and reached up to grip the back of Cole’s neck. My fingers toyed with the short hairs that brushed against them, and I shivered when one of Cole’s large hands settled against my side. I could feel his thumb brushing and it sent tiny shocks of electric pleasure through my body.
“We should get out of the car,” Cole said softly after we’d pulled back slightly to breathe. “Like I said before, what I want to do to you cannot be done in here. There’s not enough space for me to stretch you out and—“
I slapped a hand over his mouth quickly. “Right, but see you saying this stuff to me isn’t going to make me move quickly.” My voice went high and breathless, and I arched my back slightly when the back of one of his hands brushed across my nipple. I was sure he could feel it clearly through my bra, and I fixed him with a glare. “That wasn’t fair.”
Cole chuckled darkly before releasing me and moving back. I did the same, reluctantly letting my fingers slide away from his neck. I turned off the car and opened my door. A quick glance around let me know that at least none of my neighbors had born witness to my lack of control. I certainly didn’t need anyone to make comments about me trying to have sex with a man in my car. Walking up to my door, I was acutely aware of Cole’s presence, as his heat seemed to find me no matter how far away he stood.
Chapter Three
I closed my door and let out a yelp of surprise as Cole’s hard body pressed tightly against my back pinning me to the door. The position wasn’t one I’d ever found myself in before, and I shivered at the strength I could feel in his body. I arched my back without thinking. The feeling of Cole’s cock, already hard and prodding at my lower back was arousing as hell, and I pressed my hands flatly on the door in order to get some leverage so I could grind against him again.
“You are so fucking sexy.” Cole’s voice was deep, more of a growl really, and when his hot breath rushed over the sensitive shell of my ear, I trembled. “I’m sure everyone at work sees you as this uptight controller—someone who shouldn’t be fucked with. I’m sure they would never see that underneath, you want to be taken apart—wrecked all to hell.”
I whimpered, desperately trying to get even closer to him. His words were true and tapped into the long buried side of me—the side that wanted to be touched with rough fingers until I lost myself in sensation. With a groan of frustration, I realized that my skirt was much too tight to allow me much movement and my legs spasmed with the need to spread wider and let Cole between them.
As if reading my thoughts, Cole’s hands moved from my hips to the bottom hem of my skirt. The sound of fabric being ripped apart made me groan, and I couldn’t even be angry at the thought of him destroying one of the few non-work skirts I owned. The idea of him being strong enough to rip the fabric was awe inspiring and hot. I vaguely wondered what other things he could rip and the thought made something dark and powerful surge within me. A sound that I’d never before heard myself make was ripped from my throat as I was suddenly lifted into the air.
“What are you doing?” I shrieked as my fingers scraped against the door frame. My skirt was pushed up around my hips with Cole’s motion and I tried to look down at him. The feeling of air brushing against the smooth skin of my inner thighs made me swallow hard. “How the fuck are you so strong?”
His chuckle sent vibrations skirting across my body, and I squirmed slightly. His hold on my hips was too strong for me to really go anywhere though, and I let myself be moved until his hands settled under my thighs and I leaned more fully into the door.
“What?” I croaked out. My back arched again slightly when I felt something brush closer to my cunt. “What are you doing and how the fuck are you doing it?” My voice finished on a gasp as something wet brushed across my panties moving them to the side. Warm air hit the lips of my pussy and I whimpered.
“Training baby. All of my training.”
“All of what training?” I asked with a whine. One of his hands moved quickly pulling the rest of the fabric away from my cunt before returning to its position underneath my thigh. “What…what are you doing?”
“Relax baby,” Cole soothed and I shivered at the feeling of his hair brushing against my inner thigh. “I just want to see you, and taste you. I’ve been missing this for too damn long.”
That was the only warning I got before the flat of Cole’s tongue licked a devastating path between the damp folds of my cunt. My body seized up at the feeling and a breath of air was punched from my chest.
“Fuck,” I gasped voice gone hoarse with the force of how much I needed him to do that aga
in and more. I was surrounded by liquid heat as Cole’s tongue lapped at my pussy. The feeling was so good it was almost painful, and I gasped again when I felt fingers brushing at my lips. The first push as the tip of a finger sank in was enough to liquefy my spine and if not for Cole’s grip, I might have slipped to the floor.
I knew I had to be letting out highly embarrassing noises, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Never before had I ever been eaten out with such unrestrained enjoyment, especially not while being held up in the air.
“God you taste so good,” Cole hissed when he moved back slightly. The tip of his finger that had breached my cunt was moving slightly and sending syrupy pulses of pleasure through my body. I knew that if not for him holding me up, that finger would have pushed forward further, but I was finding his display of strength was doing more than its share of fanning the flames of my arousal even higher. “I’ve never met anyone who tasted as good as you.”
I tossed my head as I let out a loud shout. Cole’s lips were wrapped around my clitoris and one soft suck was enough to make my whole body blush hotly. I knew I had to be babbling, and I reached my hand back to grip the back of his head as I began to move against his face. I wasn’t in control of my body as I fucked myself back and forth on his thrusting tongue…all I knew was I needed more, and I needed to come.
“I can’t,” I gasped out trying to warn Cole when I felt my body tightening with my impending climax. “I…I’m going to come. Fuck, Cole.”
His tongue never stopped its devastating rhythm, and he began sucking as if trying to draw out all of the slick my cunt could produce. His rumbles of pleasure sent my body slipping even further beyond my control, and I felt a bolt of pain in my leg as my body clenched. When my orgasm hit, I swore I saw stars and I threw my head back with a shout.
“Fuck you taste so good.” Cole’s voice cut through the haze that had settled over my mind. “I hope you don’t think I’m done with you.”
I shook my head unable to voice a response and concentrated on breathing deeply. His grip shifted back to my hips as he brought me back down slowly. When my feet hit the ground, I almost buckled under my own weight and if not for Cole, I would have continued sinking to the ground. My legs felt like noodles.
“You’re beautiful like this,” Cole whispered. His lips brushed against the side of my cheek, and I had enough presence of mind to move slightly so that our lips could meet in a soft kiss. I blushed slightly at the slick feeling of his face and my own unique scent, but I kissed him ravenously not put off by it. If anything, it was alarmingly hot to know that he enjoyed my flavor. “And as much as I really want to try everything with you right here and right now, we should take things to the bedroom.”
My hands clenched into fists, and I pushed against the door. Cole allowed the motion, leaning back so I could turn around. I coughed trying to wet my mouth enough to speak. “No.”
I looked up at Cole in time to see him raise an eyebrow in surprise. “No?”
“I am tired of denying myself. Martyrdom is stupid and I’m done with it,” I replied. My breaths were still coming out in pants, but now it was partially because of what I wanted to do next.
“Okay, then wha—“
“Take off your clothes.”
Cole blinked at me for a moment, before his lips quirked up in a smile. Without replying, he twisted his body in order to grab hold of the bottom of his shirt and pull it up and over his head. His rock hard abs made my mouth water and I wanted to run my tongue over every ridge. His sculpted pectorals were glistening slightly with sweat, and his arms made me remember how easily he seemed to hold me up and against the wall.
“And your pants.”
Cole smirked wider as he reached down to unbutton his jeans and slide them down his legs. I didn’t move as I watched him toe out of his shoes and kick off the garment.
“Commando?”
My question made him chuckle. “Always.”
I nodded. “Good.” With no other words, I stepped forward and fell to my knees in front of him. His cock was hard and jutted out away from his body proudly. I reached forward to wrap my hand around his impressive length before looking up. “Fuck my mouth.”
I saw Cole’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, and I delighted at the fact that my demand seemed to catch him off guard. “What?”
I let my own lips curl up into a smirk before repeating, “Fuck my mouth.” I closed my eyes and leaned forward letting his cock slide across my cheek. “I want you to put your cock in my mouth and fuck it.”
“Jesus,” Cole gasped.
“And, I want you to talk dirty to me while you do it.” I opened my eyes and tilted my head up to look at his face. I could see he was conflicted and moved to reassure him. “I want to submit to you and do what you want. I want to swallow tomorrow and remember the feeling of your cock in my throat.”
“Fuck, talk about dirty talk,” Cole bit out as his cock jumped slightly in my hand. “Who knew that principals had such filthy mouths?”
“I suppose I’m full of surprises.”
Cole breathed deeply. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Yes. I want it.”
“Fuck baby, okay. Okay…” Cole’s voice faded out softly as one of his hands came to cup my cheek and the other buried itself in my hair. His sure grip made my cunt spasm slightly. “Pinch my hip if I hurt you or you need to stop, okay?”
I smiled and nodded my agreement. I let my hand slide off of his shaft as Cole’s hands moved my head slightly. When the tip of his cock brushed against my lips, I opened them and groaned at the taste of his precome. When his hard shaft abruptly pushed in, I groaned and dug my fingers into my own thighs. The flavor of him burst across my taste buds, and I sucked hard until my cheeks hollowed.
“Fuck,” Cole swore as one of his hands reached down to rest on my throat. “I can feel my cock in you, fuck baby.”
I whimpered in pleasure as his hips snapped forward. Even now, I could feel him holding back slightly determined not to hurt me. It made my body clench to think that even when surrounded by pleasure, Cole was still unable to hurt me. I swallowed around his dick until he was nestled firmly in my throat.
“Jesus, I can feel my cock in your throat,” Cole growled out, his grip tightening slightly. “How you take that is—God. You’re going to make me come already, baby.” He pulled his hips back allowing me to suck in some much needed air, before sliding back in. “Oh fuck, take that cock, baby. You’re so fucking good,” he snarled out, his hips starting to push in faster. He moved his hand from my throat to grip the base of his cock.
I moaned as I felt his cock grow harder in my mouth and swallowed as the head of his cock spurted slightly smearing precome on my tongue. His flavor was musky and bitter, but I was quickly finding that I couldn’t get enough.
“You like this,” Cole gasped out making me look back up at him. His expression was startled, and yet I could see the desire and arousal clearly in his gaze. “You like me being rough with you. Fuck, how can you be so perfect?”
His grip on my hair loosened until he was lightly petting the side of my head. His hip thrusts slowed until he pulled back completely with a grunt. I tried to stay still and not move with his motions as much as I wanted him back in my mouth. The sight of a rope of spit connecting my mouth and his cock made me shiver, and I sighed when one of Cole’s fingers brushed against my swollen lips.
“Get up.”
Cole’s growled demand made me whimper and I moved quickly to obey. As soon as I was standing, his hands grabbed my hips slamming me firmly against him and my lips were taken in a hard kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life as each push of his tongue between my lips made my cunt pulse with the need to have him buried deeply inside of me. I didn’t fight his movements as he turned me around and pushed me back in the direction of my bedroom. As soon as I knew we crossed the door frame, I moved my hands down to unbutton my own shirt intent on feeling his skin against mine. Cole’s
hands came up to help though our lips never parted and soon enough, our naked skin was gliding together.
“Touch me,” I gasped when his thumbs brushed against my hardened nipples. My plea seemed to unlock something fierce in him, because I abruptly found myself back on the bed with Cole’s lips and teeth attacking my sensitive nipples. Cole rolled on nipple between his thumb and forefinger before capturing the other lightly between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. I grabbed the back of his head, my back arching as I let out a shout to the ceiling. Sharp spikes of pleasure shook my body as Cole feasted from my breasts as if famished. When my left nipple was taken into his mouth, I gasped lips parting on a whimper as the other was then given the same treatment. Back and forth he went, lavishing each nipple with hard licks and soft presses of teeth until both of my nipples were sensitive and the skin was brightly slick with spit.
Cole shifted his weight onto his hands and began moving down my body. I continued to move against him, encouraging each movement and ignoring the litany of pleas that fell from my lips. I no longer cared about pride or being a challenge. All I wanted, all I needed was Cole.
“More, please.”
Cole’s movements reached my waist, and he shifted back until he was half off the bed with my legs thrown over his shoulders. I moaned softly as rough hands slid down until they gripped the front of my thighs. My bosom moved up and down as my breath came out in pants. My thighs were parted and my cunt was displayed as if it were a feast.
“You are a feast,” Cole replied. I moaned as his fingers once again brushed at the lips of my pussy. I was unaware that I’d said that out loud, and I felt a small bit embarrassed at potentially having said anything else without noticing. I dug my head back against the pillow as I felt my cunt pulse again with the need for more. I was so wet that I had no doubt Cole could slide inside with no problems at all. That’s what I wanted after all. Instead, he leaned in again, and I could hear him take a deep breath in.