Chapter 30 Cole
Cole
Cassie eases her legs further apart on the bed in front of me. I groan out a guttural sound.
I wasn’t bullshitting when I called her pussy pretty. Glistening and pink. So incredibly perfect.
Now I know what she feels like coming on my tongue, but I need to know how she feels wrapped around my cock.
Stripping off my pants, I free my cock from my briefs. I’m so hard it’s almost painful.
Cassie’s eyes trace over me, her brows lifting. She sits up and I try to keep my composure when she touches the tip of it, dragging the drop of pre-cum along the head. Like she’s amazed she’s done this to me.
She swallows. “It’s, um—you’re really big.”
Come on, I’m only human. I smirk a little at that. It does look big in her delicate hand. She experimentally runs her fingers along my length with a little tug, and I feel a shiver of pleasure.
Her tongue swipes along her lower lip, and she grips a little harder.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I grunt. “Don’t make me come before I even get inside you.”
I quickly fetch a condom from my bedside drawer, rip open the wrapper with my teeth, and roll it on.
Obviously, I want to know what she feels like, skin to skin. Nothing between us.
Not just because she would probably feel like heaven. But because that would mean she was mine alone.
But for all the trouble I get into, I’m not an irresponsible rookie getting laid for the first time. I might not have enough self-control to hold back from touching Cassie, but I’ll do it the right way.
That includes making her feel good.
I move to stand by the bed where she sits, sliding my cock against her slick entrance. It’s taking all my self-restraint not to just sink right in, but I want to tease her a little first. I tap against her dripping wet core with the head of my cock, and she collapses back onto the bed.
“What do you want, Cass?”
“I want you,” she replies, staring up at me, her voice all shuddery.
“Tell me exactly what you want. I want to hear it from your lips.”
Her half-lidded eyes meet mine. “I want to feel you inside me, Cole. I want you to fuck me.”
Fucking hell.
“Sunshine, you’ve secretly got a dirty mouth on you. You don’t know how fucking hot that is.”
I instantly want to see what other dirty things she might say if I ask her the right questions. If I touch her right. Fuck her right.
I hold her hips with one hand. The other fists around my cock and I begin to push inside her. There’s a wet, obscene sound. Liquid and pure sin.
I’m only about an inch inside, the tip nudging into her, but the stretch is so hot and tight that I have to grit my teeth to steady myself. Even with how soaked she is, dripping down her thighs, I have to take it slow.
A moan escapes Cassie’s lips.
“You good, Cass?” I check.
She nods wildly. “More. Please, Cole.” I fuck into her, slowly plying her open as she adjusts to me. She inhales sharply. “Ahhh—it’s so much.”
“It’s okay, baby,” I soothe. “You’re nice and relaxed. You can take it. This is why I made sure you came once already.” I draw out an inch, then sink back in. She gasps. “Well, also because eating you out was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Couldn’t resist it.”
She meets my eyes, and I sink a little deeper.
I’m lightheaded. The whole room feels hazy. The only thing that feels in focus is her so tight and wet around me.
I can’t stop the words rushing out of my mouth.
“Fucking hell, sunshine. I’ve wanted this so badly.” My voice rings guttural in my own ears. “You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined this. But I never knew you’d feel this good. How do you feel this fucking good?”
For a second, my eyelids flicker closed, and I go still. Fuck, I want to just drive into her, but I want it to be perfect for her. And I think if I keep going without collecting myself for a few seconds, I’m going to come in record time.
I open my eyes and catch a mischievous smile crossing her face. “You can take it,” she breathes.
Echoing my words. Christ, this woman.
Experimentally, she wiggles her hips. Easing herself further down my length.
I grit my teeth, groaning.
Fuck. “007, you’re actually going to kill me if you keep doing that.”
“Too much?” she breathes, eyes glittering with a look of pleasure-drunk amusement.
I’m completely fucking desperate. That’s what she does to me, and I love it. I love that she knows it too.
I growl through my grin. “Hope you enjoyed being in charge for a moment, baby.”
Picking her up, I drop her further up the bed, and she gives a gasping yelp of surprise that turns into laughter. I sink down on top of her, planting my arms above my head. I lower my head for a moment, trapping her bottom lip between my teeth as I kiss her.
Then, I sink inside her. Deeper this time. She holds my gaze as I push in until I’m fully seated. Her fingers close around my biceps, pretty pink nails sinking into my skin. Her breath coming fast and soft against my mouth.
I ease back, then push in again, savoring every stroke as I build to a fast rhythm. The sounds of pleasure falling from her mouth are pushing me closer to the edge.
Each thrust is like heaven and hell.
Heaven because of how perfect she feels.
Hell because she just wants this to be a one-time thing, and I think I’m already hooked for life.
I understand her rules. It would kill me if I ever endangered her career. Her never-ending passion for her work is one of the sexiest things about her.
“I want to feel you coming on my cock.” I mutter the words, warm and deep, from above her. “Can you do that for me?”
She nods helplessly. It’s a beautiful sight.
I feel a sharp urge to flip her over and fuck her that way. Hands and knees. Or on her stomach. Press her down onto the bed and watch her take me.
But no—more than any primal urge I’m feeling is the need to look at her face to face as she comes with me deep inside her.
I don’t hold back. My rhythm picks up. I can hear myself muttering, calling her beautiful and sweet and perfect as my hips slam against hers, filling her up.
I kiss her again, deep and consuming. My thumb slides slick over her clit. Her body spasms, a taut wire suddenly snapping, and she clenches around my cock as she comes. She’s moaning my name and fuck, if it isn’t the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Cole,” she whimpers, squirming around me.
For a second I nearly slow down to give her a chance to recover from her orgasm. But to my surprise, she grips my arms harder and rolls her hips against me, chasing my thrusts.
“Like when I fuck you through it, baby? When you come and I just keep going?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, Cole. I like it. I like—oh—I like everything you do. Everything you make me feel. Everything.”
Never thought I would get off on praise from a woman like that. But on top of how good she feels, it fucking undoes me. I thrust harder, my hips flexing as I near my own release.
It hits me hard, euphoria burning through my whole damn body until I’m twitching and pulsing inside her.
Bliss.
That’s what it feels like.
I exhale a groan and sink down to press a kiss to her forehead. My back hits the bed. I lie there for a moment, returning to earth, before I get up and deal with the condom.
When I lie back down, I glance over at Cassie, so pretty and flushed. I can’t help it. I put my arm around her and draw her tight to my body. Her head comes to rest against my chest, one smooth palm against my skin.
I press my lips to her neck. Too boyfriend-y. Too revealing of my feelings. But I do it anyway.
“Cole,” she murmurs against my skin, “if you hold me like this, it doesn’t feel like just getting it out of our systems.”
I tell myself it’s just that I don’t want her to feel used and casually tossed aside.
Truth is, I so badly want to hold her in my arms. As badly as I wanted to be inside her.
I lower my lips to her ear. “Gotta get this out of my system, too.”
She smiles, snuggling closer against me.
How can this just be a one-time thing when I’ve learned so much about Cassie tonight?
How she loves when I take her nipples in my mouth.
How she loves when I keeping fucking her through her orgasm, floating on the edge of overstimulation.
But most of all—everything I’ve learned about her the last months since she’s been my babysitter. All her spirit and intelligence and kindness.
I don’t know how to walk away from that.
“I don’t know if it’s just because I haven’t had sex in a few years. But that was…” She laughs, still catching her breath. “Wow. It was wow.”
“It’s been a while for me too. Though I don’t think that’s why it was so incredible.”
Still pressed against my chest, she turns her head to look at me, surprised. “It has?”
“I’ve been too caught up in my own bullshit. I’ve never been big into relationships. I used to keep things casual because I’ve never been good at letting people into my life. But over the last year, I stopped even the casual stuff.”
“Until tonight.”
“Until tonight.”
“I should probably go. Now that’s out of our systems.”
She doesn’t move, and I take my chance.
“Stay over.”
I’m already pushing back on what we agreed on. But how can I not? How can I let her go now I know she tastes even sweeter than she looks?
She presses her lips together, hesitating. “Cole, we said it was just for one night.”
“Yeah, I know. But technically, the night isn’t over yet.”
“Your curiosity isn’t satisfied already?” There’s the tiniest edge of vulnerability in her voice.
I let out a deep laugh. “You’re not some notch on my bedpost, Cassie.
You’re not a checkbox I want to tick off and move on from.
When I said your tits were perfect earlier, that wasn’t thorough enough of me.
This is perfect, too.” I slide my hand down between her legs, swiping over her clit.
It’s still sensitive; I grin at how her hips twitch in response.
“Your ass is perfect. Your face is perfect. Your lips are perfect. Haven’t come across one bit of you yet that isn’t. ”
“Maybe I look really ugly in the mornings. Crazy bedhead. Eye bags.” She meets my gaze, a playful look in her bright blue eyes. “I guess… I guess you’ll have to find out tomorrow.”
I smirk, satisfied. Fuck yes. She’s staying.
I pull her tighter against my chest. “It’s only midnight, baby. We have a lot of hours until morning, and I think I know how I want to use them.”