Chapter 30 Charlotte #2
With one hand gripping the base of his shaft, I took him into my mouth as far back as I could and worked him. His fingers wound into my hair, pulling it away from my face. A moan escaped his lips. I popped him out of my mouth and flicked the salty head of his cock with my tongue.
“I love to hear you moan.”
“Only for you.” He cupped my face and traced my cheekbone with his thumb. “So fucking beautiful on your knees.”
I worshipped him with my mouth and tongue, sucking and licking, tasting heat and salt. He reached around and circled my throbbing clit with his fingers. Pleasure shot straight to my core.
“Most of all, Sean wants to feel you like this, dripping and trembling.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper and he slipped a finger inside me. “He’s going to slide in right to the hilt and you’re going to take every inch.”
I popped him out of my mouth again. “Sean talks a good game.”
A lethal glint of humor flashed across his face. “You think he’s all talk?”
“I’m waiting to find out.”
He grabbed a foil packet from his wallet on the bedside cabinet.
His eyes glittered with lust as he sheathed himself with a condom.
With a firm grip on my hips he dragged me back around, shifting me into position on all fours.
He stood behind me. Nudging my legs wide, he dragged the blunt head of his cock through the slick heat between my thighs.
Once. Twice. I shuffled my knees wider, weak and desperate.
Every one of his movements was so unhurried.
“Your husband might care about you, but you’ve sassed Sean so much, he’s going to fucking ruin you. Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
Standing behind me at the foot of the bed, he spread me with his thumbs and impaled me with his cock, bottoming out.
The punishing stretch was so deep, I sucked in a harsh gasp.
I could take the fullness, but only just. There was no time to adjust before his fingers dug into my hips and he was moving inside of me in swift, hard thrusts.
“Too much?”
This man had always been too much for me, but I still wanted him. I arched my back, pushing into him, craving more. “Keep going.”
I lost myself in the fantasy. One night to be so completely free and fucked like nothing else mattered.
The wet slap where our bodies joined sent a thrill through me.
He slowed, pulling out completely and ramming back to the hilt in long, slow thrusts that made me want to weep with pleasure.
I bucked against him, meeting his rhythm stroke for stroke.
“I always knew it would be like this between us.” He smoothed a hand between my shoulder blades. His tone was low and reverential like a hushed whisper in the Vatican Museums. “It’s like you were made for me. You feel so fucking good, you must have been.”
I turned my head to look at him. His intense gaze met mine.
This had started as a game, but this was Cole behind me.
Cole filling me so brutally. My first kiss.
My first love. My first heartbreak. The boy I’d been desperate to catch a glimpse of whenever he’d come over to study with Dad.
I’d pressed my ear to the door and listened to him speaking Latin in that low, rumbling voice.
God. How I’d wanted him. How I’d dreamed of knowing him and being like this with him. How he’d destroyed me when he left me.
He thrust into me in a slow, steady rhythm until my trembling knees gave way, and even then he didn’t stop.
He piled pillows under my stomach, letting them take my weight while he propped my ass in the air.
A firm palm between my shoulder blades pressed me into the bed.
Reaching underneath us, he rubbed my clit while he worked.
Everything dissolved into heat and sensation and Cole’s glorious, relentless pounding. Another brutal, jerking orgasm seized me. I was still trembling when he pulled out, my body beginning to relax. He caressed my way-too-sensitive clit with his tongue. Sucking. Probing. Delving.
“I just came,” I cried.
“Not done with you yet. You’ve got more for me.”
Fuck. I could get off on the way he was looking at me alone, with so much focus and care. He worked me with his tongue and skillful fingers. I’d die if I came again. But he didn’t stop. It was too much, like losing my footing and tumbling down a mountainside. Nothing to break my fall.
A sudden overwhelming rush of emotion gripped me.
All these years. All these wasted years when it could have been like this.
My body writhed and quaked. Hands gripping my ass, he drove into me, stretching me with hard, rapid strokes.
I was clay, soft and malleable, and he had the power to shape me into anything he wanted.
He’d always had that power over me. He’d shaped me into a woman who knew better than to ever trust a man like him.
I came again, crying out and shattering around him.
His breath was hot against my ear. “That’s a deep one, baby. I can feel you milking my cock. I’ve waited so long to feel you like this.”
I clenched around him purposefully as his thrusts became erratic.
His tormented groan filled my ears as he found his own release.
We collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, skin on skin.
A musk of sex and Cole’s masculine scent hit my nose.
I breathed him in like a drug I’d been denying myself and had no hope of quitting.
Breathless and panting, he gazed into my eyes.
My body pulsed and quivered with aftershocks.
Sex had never been like this. I hadn’t even known my body was capable of such senseless pleasure.
Maybe it wasn’t unless it was him. Maybe that first time he’d kissed me all those years ago had conditioned me, like imprinting.
He’d branded me and made me his. And from the look on his face, maybe it hadn’t been like this for him either.
His fingers found my clit, but I couldn’t take another orgasm.
“Enough,” I cried.
He withdrew his hands immediately and held them up in mock surrender. “One more?”
“I can’t.”
He raised an amused eyebrow. “You’ve got more for me.”
“No. Please. You’re torturing me. Enough.”
“I’m addicted to watching you come.” His smirk was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. “You want another, just say the word.”