Between the Stacks (Behind the Lens)

Chapter 11

Lyra

“I’m fine,” I whispered, clearing my throat. “Honest.”

I closed my book and laptop before gathering everything up. I wanted to run away and hide in my room until my body calmed down. As it was, I wanted to climb Jonesy like a tree. I was uncomfortable, physically sitting there, because I ached from head to toe, needing relief I couldn’t ask four men for. It was one thing if we had a script in front of us, and another to just blurt out, fuck me . Though I was sure someone would help me out.

If the way they watched me was any sign.

“Where are you going?” Cole asked, concern marring his features.

“To finish studying in my room. I figured you guys needed the space to do whatever you have to, uh, brainstorm?” Before he could answer or anyone else could say anything, I hurried for the stairs and the safety of my room.

I was equal parts hot and cold. My mind spun. Maybe I should just flick the bean. Ugh, even my inner monologue sounded stupid. They’d done that to me. I dumped my stuff on the bed and pulled my clothes off, intent on taking a shower to cool off and give me some space from them. At least when I came downstairs, I’d be a little more put together. Turning on the shower, I grabbed my towels and waited for the water to warm. When the glass fogged, I stepped under the spray and groaned. This was what I needed.

“Don’t freak out,” Cole said.

I bit my tongue hard, holding back the scream from being startled.

“Shit. Sorry. Damn, that looked painful.”

“What are you doing here?” I said, trying to shove away the pain of biting my tongue.

“I saw the look in your eyes, Lyra. You’re so fucking turned on right now, you can’t think straight.” He pulled his shirt off, affording me another glimpse of his tanned skin and amazing physique.

“What...” I closed my eyes. “What are you doing, Cole?”

“Helping you,” he said with a little shrug. “I know this is weird, but I want to do this for you.”

“Sex?” I blurted, confused by the situation while he removed his clothes.

“If you want.” He lifted his shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. “I could go to my knees and eat that pussy of yours. Or finger your sweet little pussy. The decision is all yours.”

“What if I wanted to take a shower alone?”

“Oh, well, yeah, you could do that,” he replied. “Do you want me to leave?”

Yes.

No.

“If you’re getting in...” I opened the door to the walk-in shower. “This is so...”

“Awkward?” he chuckled.

“Weird.” I kept my gaze above his right shoulder.

“I don’t mind you looking at me, Lyra.” He took my hand. “You can look at me as much as you want.”

“You’re naked.”

“So are you,” he laughed. “We’re in the shower, aren’t we?”

I groaned. “This is so awkward.”

“Let’s change that,” he said, tugging me to him. The hard press of his cock in my lower belly showed me how aroused he was. I couldn’t tell if it was because of me or the kiss he shared with Jonesy or perhaps a combination of both? Both would be the better outcome, right?

“I see those wheels turning,” he murmured, dragging his fingertips along my ribs. “I’m bi, Lyra. I enjoy men and women. Scott mostly, but you...” His gaze blazed a trail across my body, searing my flesh. “You got me so fucking hard.” He took my hand and wrapped my palm around his dick. “See.”

“Cole...” I bit my bottom lip.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “you did that. Watching you with Jonesy was so fucking hot.”

I’d wanted to say the same to him after watching the man kiss Cole. I hadn’t been given the opportunity before Jonesy had kissed me and left me a puddle of arousal. “Same. You. Him.” I closed my eyes, chiding myself for being so stupid. Cole hissed then groaned, and I let go of him, not realizing I’d squeezed him in my moment of embarrassment.

“Fuck that,” he said, “keep your hands on me, Lyra. Please.”

I tentatively fisted him, and Cole groaned. “So much better. Come here, babe.”

He pressed his palm to my nape, drawing me closer before he kissed me. Perfection . I swore the world around me detonated. The minute our mouths touched, the need to climb him filled me. He might not be Jonesy; however, he didn’t have to be. Truth was, I wanted Cole and Scott. Spending time with them today made me want things I shouldn’t have. Above everything, they were a couple, yet their intentions with me, at least where Cole stood, meant to include me with them and I think I liked that.

“Cole,” I moaned when he broke the kiss. His lips brushed over my jaw then down my neck.

“Tell me what you want, Lyra. You’re in control here.”

I felt anything but. Sex was a huge step. “Make me come.”

He chuckled. “I know that feeling.” He pressed another kiss to my lips. “Want me to fuck you, sweetness? Make you feel so good?”

“What about condoms?” I mumbled.

“You’re in luck,” he replied, stepping out of the shower. He went straight for his bag on the counter. He grabbed a silver packet, then rejoined me in the shower. “Now, where were we?”

I shivered. Was I really going to do this? Have sex with Cole? He corralled me backward to the bench seat at the rear of the shower. Instead of feeling chilled from not having the heat of the water on me, the bench warmed and a fine mist came from somewhere within the area. Damn, I need one of these at home during the winter.

“Why don’t you get comfortable?” Cole said, easing me backward. “Let me take care of you.”

He pressed a kiss to the instep of my left foot, then placed it on his shoulder, opening me up to his perusal. Heat filled my cheeks. I desperately wanted to close my legs and pull him toward me, but the hungry look in those steely eyes of his held me riveted as he took his first tentative lick, then moaned. Holy fuck, that was hot. My ass clenched and raised off the bench. My heart fisted in my chest. I’d never heard a guy make such a depraved sound before.

When his mouth closed over my pussy and his tongue entered me, I thought I’d died. I shattered, not even realizing how close I was to orgasming. Nor caring. Maybe I was as new as they said, because I’d never been treated like this before. Cole’s wicked mouth tortured my pussy, leaving me wet, aching, and begging for more. Only, I didn’t have to voice my wants. He was there, licking and sucking, while taking his time to taste and savor me. I thought the idea of my juices sliding down a guy’s throat would repulse me, but with the way Cole made a meal out of me, I never wanted to stop.

Then he added two of his thick fingers, opening my pussy up while a third teased my puckered asshole. My head spun. I panted for air. I was floating away, forgetting all my worries while Cole continued. Also, his gaze never left mine. Sure, his eyes might occasionally flutter shut, but he’d frown, forcing them back open and narrowing those dangerous eyes at me.

After the second, best orgasm of my life, he ripped open the condom and rolled it on his leaking cock. He stifled a groan, stroking himself before drawing me to the edge where I could wrap my legs around his waist. He hummed in approval, tucking into my body before adjusting his position.

Cole held my gaze as he pushed forward, entering me on a slow, sensual stroke. Every inch of my being pinged to life, and I swore I saw stars. He was everywhere, clinging to me while pumping his hips. My eyes rolled up and my breath came in a hitched gasp as I dug the blunt tips of my nails into his skin to hold fast to him. I was drowning. Sinking while floating in the warmth of him.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered. “Holy fuck.”

I couldn’t speak or think. I could only hold on to him, taking the pleasure he gave me with each thrust. The muscles of his stomach bunched while his biceps flexed, cording the muscles in his forearms. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, panting while also making these delicious sounds at the back of his throat. I ran my fingers through the short hair at the base of his neck, scraping his scalp.

He fucked like a god.

“You feel so damn tight and so hot,” he moaned. “You got me in knots, Lyra.”

Same. “Don’t stop.”

“Never planned on it.” He nipped the sensitive skin right below my ear then brushed the spot with the tip of his nose. “We’re doing this again though. Once won’t ever be enough for me.”

I agreed.

“And these tits...” He pushed them together, alternating kissing, licking and biting my nipples before he sucked on each hard point. The sensation shot straight to my clit, like an invisible line joined the two. “I want to bury my face here forever.”

I laughed then sobbed as the bliss snatched at my soul. Guess I shouldn’t have laughed. Cole treasured my body, treating me as if I was the most precious object he had in his life. He left me speechless. Definitely breathless. I didn’t want any of this to end. I wanted to continue through the night. I wanted him to make me forget the shitstorm my life had become over the last few days. I craved feeling this good always.

“You have a wicked tongue,” I groaned, arching to him.

“You should see all the things I can do with my tongue,” he said half-cocky, half-confident in his skills. Hell, I had nothing to complain about.

“I bet.” He lifted his face and kissed me again. I could taste the remnants of my release on his tongue and lips. Caught the hint of his desperation. He coaxed me to take from him and I did, kissing him with as much ferociousness as he’d given me. In that shower, everything melted away and we were perfect there.

I never wanted to leave.

“Fuck,” he muttered, “I’m close.”

“Me too,” I agreed. He’d slowly built the ardor welling within me. The electric feeling spread through my belly and down my spine as if a million bolts of euphoria spilled through my system until I couldn’t hang on.

On the next pump of his hips, I shattered, crying out as gratification spun free. Every inch of me tingled with an amazing warmth, this buzz of pleasure. I floated there, reveling in how good I felt in his arms. Seconds later, he joined me, shouting through his release as he throbbed within me, sparking off mini orgasms. I gasped for breath, holding him tight, not wanting to let him go. How had he known we’d be this combustible together? This compatible? I cradled him to me as we enjoyed the moment while gathering our wits.

Every so often Cole gave a twist of his hips, because we continued to twitch. When he finally pulled out and the water cooled, he kissed me, again. This time light. Filled with emotion and something I didn’t want to dig too deep into. He retreated from the shower then came back and went to work cleaning me up.

We didn’t have to speak. We’d already done that. Our bodies guided us now. Once I was cleaned up, Cole washed up then turned off the water. He grabbed my towels first, treasuring me in those moments like I was a precious gift. Again, I didn’t want to examine those notions or feelings, so I pushed it aside and allowed someone to care for me, instead of the other way around. He guided me to my room then sat me on the bed.

“What do you want to wear?” he murmured, not wanting to break the spell around us.

“Pajamas are cool,” I mumbled. “I’ll probably crash out.”

He nodded. “You need the rest.”

When I was finally dressed, he helped me into bed then said he’d be right back. I was already well on my way to sleep when he came back into the room and slipped into my bed. Cole positioned us so I could lay my head on his chest if I chose to.

Who was I to say no.

With my eyes closed, I laid there listening to the beat of his heart. “Thank you.”

He shook his head. “No way. You never have to thank me for making you feel good. It’s my pleasure giving you orgasms.”

I snorted out a sleepy chuckle. “Why do I have a feeling you’re going to be so damn cocky now since you made me climax?”

I heard not so much as saw the grin on his face when he answered, “Oh, I am definitely using your ability to come on my tongue and dick like an Uno reverse card whenever I need it.”

It appeared I’d unintentionally created a monster.

But who could blame me?