Chapter 32
Cole
JUST THE TIP
Iam so ready to be home.
Blake and I were able to get everything done quicker than anticipated and managed to cut the trip short, getting us back in Red Mountain by Friday night.
And if it weren’t so late I’d head straight to Ariana’s because all I’ve done is miss the shit out of her. We texted daily but I made sure to not blow up her phone and risk coming off as clingy as I feel.
I’ve basically accepted the fact that I’m in deep with this girl. I think I already was before this whole thing even began.
I toss a wave to Blake in his truck before heading inside my house.
The second I’m through the front door, I drop my bags and the sound of that practically echoes.
It’s so damn quiet. Eerily quiet.
I’ve lived alone since graduating from college and never once had a problem with silence. Now I can hardly stand it.
In the kitchen I grab a glass and as I’m debating how much tequila I’ll need to fall asleep, my phone lights up beside me, Ariana’s name glaring at me.
I pick it up embarrassingly fast. “Hello?”
“Oh good, you answered.” Her voice is slightly breathless and much lower than usual and my mind can’t help but wonder the cause. My cock also wonders. “I was hoping you weren’t already sleeping.”
I push the cork back into the bottle. “What’s going on?”
“I just—you said I could call. If I needed help.”
Thank fuck we came home early. “I can help,” I say slowly, already reaching for my keys.
“I thought maybe if I heard your voice—”
“What’s the code to get in your building?” Her complex locks up like a fortress after hours. Which is good for overall safety, but bad when my dick is doing half the thinking.
It takes her a second to realize what I’m saying. “Wait! Are you back? You’re not on your trip still?”
I swear I can hear her smile and it gives me a boost of adrenaline, maybe even a little pep in my step. “Just got back.”
When she doesn’t respond right away I say, “Tell me the code, doll. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
She exhales, her breath shaky. “Five, Four, One, One.”
“Don’t move, stay right where you are. I’ll be there soon.”
Ariana’s building is only a couple blocks from Novel.
I park in an open spot out front, punch in the code, and wait with barely held patience for the elevator to open up.
When it finally does, the ride up to the fourth floor feels like an eternity.
I just hope she hasn’t fallen asleep in the excruciatingly long time it’s taken me to get here. But then again, I can think of a few creative ways to wake her up.
I twist the knob and find it’s unlocked, which both pleases and angers me. I hate to think of some pervy neighbor finding her door unlocked and all the terrible things that could happen to her. I make a mental note to ask her for a key and latch the door behind me before going any further.
Once I cross the threshold of her bedroom, any anger I had been holding onto dissipates.
She’s sprawled out in bed above the covers wearing light pink cotton sleep shorts and a matching tank top, no bra, leaving her nipples free to poke through, and a vibrator in her hand.
It’s obscene how much it excites me to see her laid out like she is.
Like a damn gift that only I get to unwrap.
My mouth waters instantaneously, and I waste no time stripping out of my clothes, leaving nothing but my briefs on before crawling onto the bed over top of her.
I should probably hold back on acting like a fucking animal but her gaze tells me she doesn’t mind. In fact, I think she likes it when I get a little feral.
“Hi,” I tell her, when my face reaches hers. “Heard you needed a hand.”
She bursts out a giggle. “The Cole Benton has to have better pickup lines than that.”
I laugh, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Nah, no lines for you.” I press my lips to hers before she can respond and she opens up for me, deepening the kiss.
My tongue licks against hers, tracing and caressing like I’m trying to memorize her.
I cup her jaw the way I know she enjoys.
This innocent-looking woman likes to be manhandled and possessed, and while I’ve been careful to not take it too far, I look forward to the day I get to test just how much she desires to be controlled.
When I pull back her blue eyes are cloudy and full of lust. “You look so fucking beautiful.”
A tinge of pink skirts across her cheeks and she captures her puffy bottom lip in a bite.
Dipping my head I give that bottom lip a nip, wanting in on the action.
She makes a soft sound and I swallow it, dragging my mouth along her jaw and down to her neck, her pulse jumping against my lips.
The vibrator is still in her hand and I reach down and take it from her, holding it up between us. Her eyes track it as her chest heaves a breath.
“Do you have any lube?” I ask, because I’m dying to use this on her but only if there’s lube available.
She nods and I roll off her to give her room. She leans over to dig through the nightstand while I shift to sit with my back against the headboard, legs extended in front of me, vibrator sitting beside me.
Once she finds the bottle, she turns back to find me watching her, and I pat the space between my legs, motioning for her to sit between them.
She settles against me, her back to my chest, and I wrap one arm loosely around her waist to anchor her.
I skim my hands down her body until I reach the hem of her top and start lifting it. I’m pleased to find she doesn’t resist or shy away from it, and instead lifts her arms helping me take it off her. She’s gotten more comfortable being naked in front of me and it makes me wild with pride.
And then my hands are on her, grabbing her breasts, feeling the weight of them, her nipples hardening instantly against my palms. She makes a sound low in her throat and her head tips back against my shoulder.
“You have no idea,” I say against her ear, “how many times I thought about you this week.”
“Tell me,” she breathes.
“Every night.” I drag my thumbs across her nipples and feel her shiver.
“Lying in that hotel room, jerking off to the thought of you.” I press my lips to the curve of her neck.
“Thinking about these tits. Your pretty pink nipples. Your perfect ass. All those sexy little sounds you make when you come. You are all my fantasies.”
She turns her head slightly, enough to find my mouth with hers, and we kiss slow and deep and unhurried, her hand coming up to curl around the back of my neck.
Reaching for the waistband of her shorts, I tug on them and she lifts her hips without being asked. I work them down and off until she’s completely bare against me, warm and soft, and ready for her pussy to be taken care of, which is exactly where I want her.
I uncap the lube and heat a small amount between my fingers before applying it, and she tenses slightly at the cold and then relaxes as my fingers move over her, spreading it slowly, taking my time with it.
Her pussy is already good and wet, mixing with the lube and allowing my fingers to easily glide between her lips.
I squirt the vibrator with more lube for good measure before turning it onto a slow and steady setting.
“You ready, baby?”
“Yes,” she hisses, her back already arching like she can’t wait for what’s to come.
She inhales sharply as I bring it to her center, her whole body going taut at the first contact. I keep my arm around her waist, holding her against me, and use my other hand to work the vibrator in slow, deliberate circles.
“Oh, God,” she breathes.
“Does that feel good?”
“So good.” Her hips start to move, small and involuntary, chasing the sensation.
“Have you been using this? Playing with your pussy like a good girl?”
“Yes,” she confesses before releasing a sighing gasp as I add pressure to her clit.
“Have you put it inside you yet? Fucked yourself with my fake cock?”
“No,” she says through a breath.
I thought for sure she would have but I’m kind of pleased that she hasn’t. “Why not?”
She angles her head to look at me through heavy lashes. “Because I want the real thing first.”
Holy fuck. My cock practically jumps. Fucking skips and gallops with glee.
I’d fuck her right now if I thought she were ready. But soon. She’s almost there—I can feel it in my gut.
Until then, I’m going to make her come every which way I can.
“What about just the tip? Can I put the tip in to see how your tight little pussy stretches around it? I’ll make it feel good, baby.”
“Only the tip. Not all the way in. I want your cock to be what stretches me out.”
Jesus Christ. I’ve never heard her say the word cock besides her slip-up during that poetry night.
I thought it was cute then, but now I think it might be the cause of my demise because she’s talking about my cock stretching out her pussy.
And there’s nothing hotter than thinking of sliding inside her and shaping that tight channel to fit me like a damn glove.
I’m fucking ruined.
“I promise, just the tip.”
I swirl the head of the vibrator around, coating it in her arousal before slowly notching it at her entrance, pushing it in a millimeter at a time.
She groans at the first bout of resistance. The head is much thicker than the two fingers I’ve been giving her so she needs time to adjust to it. When I feel her relax a fraction, I continue pushing, only giving her a little more before I’m done.
From my view, her luscious thighs are parted, vibrator sticking out of her pussy. I keep it there while I rub her clit with quick ministrations. Within seconds she’s writhing, her body trying to chase the peak while I continue to keep her from reaching it.
I’m not trying to torture her, just some light edging to make her orgasm that much better.
“Cole,” she whines, trying to thrash her body.
I chuckle against her temple. “I wish you could see what a goddess you look like right now. Needy and pink-skinned, slick and glistening, pussy clamped down on the head of a vibrator. So sexy. So fucking naughty. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“Cole,” she cries out again. “Please.”
“Are you mine, Ariana? Say it. Scream it. Let the world know who you belong to.”
“I’m yours! I’m yours! I’m yours!”
“Such a good girl,” I praise as I give her clit that last flick it needs to detonate her into oblivion.
She comes screaming my name along with incoherent sighs of pleasure.
It’s the most amazing sight.
She’s immaculate.
My fucking new religion.
And she’s mine.