26. Dana #2
“Why?” I asked, pressing just a little. I wanted to know more. If there was an issue with the person Cole was spending the majority of his time with, surely I should be privy to that.
“He’s just… not right. Fucking leech, if you ask me,” Gray said, and within a second his daughter erupted into a fit of giggles. “Don’t repeat that, Pens.”
“And he’s living with Cole?”
“Yeah, he’s?—”
Grayson stopped speaking the same moment a hand came to gently rest against my waist, and before I could even turn, Grayson’s mouth warped into a smile.
“There you are.”
That same hand pulled me roughly back, nearly knocking the wind out of me as my back collided with a rock-hard chest. I knew it was Cole, that much was obvious, but his cologne was different tonight, muskier. Had it not been for his voice, I almost would have panicked.
I turned, looking up at him and taking him in. He looked so fucking good, so healthy, so Cole . “Hey,” I grinned, and he gave me a little smirk in return, his green eyes shining.
“I need to talk to you, if you don’t mind,” he said, the crease by his lip deepening and springing his dimple to life. “Alone.”
Lottie snorted as she sipped at her IPA. “Just say you want to fuck her. We’re all adults here.”
My cheeks heated as he pulled me back again. “Okay.” He leaned down, his lips puffing warm breath against my ear, and every part of me lit like a fucking fuse. “I’d like to fuck you in my office, if you don’t mind.”
Jesus fucking Christ, he is feeling better.
I didn’t get a chance to answer before he turned us around and began walking me in the direction of the brewery’s central elevator. “Shouldn’t you stay down here? You know, lead the group and all that?” I asked, my throat going dry as he pressed the up arrow.
His cheeky grin turned on me, but the shimmer in his eyes had died. Instead, they were darker, half-lidded, and made me feel like a piece of meat.
I didn’t necessarily hate that.
“They’ll be fine,” he said as the elevator dinged.
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I didn’t even have a moment to ask him how he was doing before his hands were on me, fisting the fabric of my lacy dress to lift it up to my hips. I gasped as he pressed me against the wall of windows in his office, his mouth at the base of my neck, his teeth and tongue lashing against my skin.
“Fuck,” I breathed. My face heated as I watched the people mill about on the street below us, never quite looking up enough to see what was happening on the other side of the glass, grateful that it was tinted, nonetheless. “Cole?—”
Gripping the back of my panties in his palm, he gave one swift tug, tearing them at the seams.
“I liked those,” I mumbled, the breath of my words fogging the window in front of my face.
The rest of the cotton fell away as he tugged at the remaining threads, and before I could comment again, his fingers were reaching around the front of my hips, sliding down the bare skin between them until they met their mark.
Pleasure filled my veins in an instant.
“I was getting so fucking impatient waiting for you to arrive,” he rasped, his voice gruff and deep as he dug the fingers of his free hand into my hips and pulled them further back toward him.
His front pressed into me, the hardness of his cock against his slacks impossible to ignore.
Already, my head began to swim. “You didn’t even come over to say hello. ”
“You looked busy,” I whined. The neediness was already growing with every swirl of his fingers over my clit. I hadn’t seen him in almost a week, and although I’d had incessant thoughts of him fucking me in every way a girl could imagine, a part of me had wanted to actually talk to him, too.
His movements were preventing me from formulating any rational thought I may have had.
The sound of his belt buckle unclasping nearly had me moaning in anticipation. I pushed my bare ass back against him, rubbing against the hardness in his pants.
He pushed forward, shoving me into the glass of the window a little too hard, as his hands grasped for my arms and pulled them harshly behind my waist. “You want me to go back down there with your pussy juice staining my slacks?” he seethed.
His belt slipped from the loops of his pants, and before I could say a word, the soft leather was wrapping around my forearms.
“Cole,” I hissed, but the ache from my arms melted away the more he touched me, the more his fingers worked, sliding further down, teasing my entrance while he unbuttoned himself.
“I need to be inside of you.” The way he spoke, the sound of his voice, it was as if something else was driving him, something more desperate.
He didn’t give me a single second before sliding every inch of himself inside of me, filling me so entirely that I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
He grasped the leather of his belt, his fingers grazing my skin, and pulled me further up as he pushed us forward, my hips nearly touching the glass.
He moved, burying himself in me as if his life depended on it, his free hand keeping up with my body and dragging me closer to release with every pass over my clit.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said, the words melding together as I looked over my shoulder at him.
He pressed a kiss to my temple and I lifted my chin, hoping for the same against my lips as a moan slipped past them, but he turned his head toward the window instead.
“Show them how pretty you look with my cock inside of you.”
I could feel the makeup on my face slipping off and staining the glass with each thrust. I pulled at my arms, meeting resistance from the leather, but with the brief help of his hand I was able to slide one out with ease, allowing me leverage to separate myself from the window and turn my body just a hair.
I tried to kiss him again as my release nearly peaked, forcing my legs to buckle, but his touch stopped just a second before I could tip over that edge. He moved, slipping from me with ease, his rigid cock dripping with my wetness.
“On the desk,” he growled, grabbing me with a fistful of my dress and whipping me around. I blinked, trying to keep up, trying to make sense of his words but feeling lost in the haze of the abandoned orgasm.
“What?”
“On the desk,” he repeated, the words like venom as he pushed me forward onto the wood.
The moan that shuttered through me as he sank himself into me once again shook me to the core.
“Oh my god,” I breathed. We hadn’t fucked like this in over a year—the roughness, the callousness of it—spinning my thoughts in every goddamn direction.
I didn’t dislike it, and I didn’t want it to end, I just wasn’t expecting it when he’d dragged me up to his office.
“Please, please, I was so close before.”
“What’s the matter? My baby doesn’t want to be edged?” he mocked, beginning his onslaught once again as a hand snaked up the back of my dress. “Maybe I just shouldn’t touch your clit again at all tonight. Maybe I should just leave you aching and desperate and dripping my fucking cum.”
Oh, god, why did I want that?
“No, no, please, Cole,” I rambled, searching behind me with my one free arm for his hand and grabbing it. “Please, fuck?—”
A hand fisted the back of my updo and pulled at the same moment the other found my clit. I hissed in air through my teeth, the pleasure canceling out the pain, every nerve firing at once. “You beg so sweetly.”
Rapidly, I shot toward my release, teetering on the edge in record time.
His movements grew rougher, angrier, as if he was chasing something he couldn’t quite catch up to.
My muscles seized, the ecstasy of it reaching newfound heights, every sound pouring from my mouth nothing more than nonsense and babble.
“Come for me, baby,” he demanded, his pace quickening with every thrust. “Come around my fucking cock right now or you’re not coming at all.”
My breasts ached as they slammed against the wood before everything in me broke.
My orgasm tore through my body, blinding me, forcing a high-pitched sound from my throat before he covered my mouth.
I shuddered, sensitive but riding each wave of it as he gave his last few thrusts, his fingers still moving against my clit and making me spiral.
I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t care less about anything other than riding it out.
“Fucking hell,” he hissed, his grin widening as he lost all control inside of me.
He groaned as his hips sputtered, as his fingers released my clit, as he found his release so intensely I could feel it dripping down the side of my leg.
With both hands on the desk on either side of me, he gasped for air, his cock twitching inside me but not retreating. “You okay?” he asked, his voice barely more than a breath.
“Yeah,” I managed. I shimmied the leather off my forearm and sat there, feeling every muscle tightening around him, every beat of my heart. “That was… different.”
He slid out of me in an instant.
Once I’d caught my breath, I pushed myself up from the desk, body aching from his desperation, and let my dress fall back down over me. His face had turned darker, a bit of red tinting his cheeks as he buttoned his slacks back up and began snaking his belt through each loop.
He was right. I had stained his slacks a little.
“Cole?” I said, but he didn’t look at me. “I’m not—I’m not upset about that. You would have known if I didn’t want it.”
“I know that” he replied, but he didn’t sound sure. He fumbled with the buckle of his belt, missing the hole, and as I wrapped my hands around his to help him, he batted them off. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem fine.” I took his face in my hands and forced him to look at me in the dim light of the office.
His eyes weren’t dark from desire anymore, there was something else.
And the bags beneath them were back. I gently reached up and touched his face, feeling the tell-tale sign of concealer. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, baby,” he said, the words coming too easily as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I just haven’t seen you for a little bit. I’m fine now that you’re here.”
There was an emptiness to him, to his words, that I couldn’t shake.
He was lying. I could feel it in every bone in my body.
I didn’t know what to do as I held his face in my hands, his fingers still struggling to lay his belt buckle flat, his cum still dripping down my thigh.
It didn’t feel right. Something was off.
It felt like last year.
My heart hammered in my chest. “Cole,” I breathed. “Have you?—”
“No.”
How did he know what I was going to say? “You didn’t let me finish my sentence.”
“I didn’t need to,” he grumbled, his eyes darting from mine as he pulled his face from my hands.