Chapter Thirty-Eight
Reed
Igripped the blanket in my hands when Cole nuzzled my aching cock.
He didn’t even remove my underwear. His fingers dug into my thighs and mouthed at me.
I couldn’t hold back my groan. I wasn’t sure about the lace panties.
Ezra had given them to me and told me they were a pair of Bardot—of course they were—and told me I should wear them when I wanted to surprise my boyfriend.
Frilly things weren’t normally my thing.
I usually wore just regular briefs, but when Cole’s eyes darkened at the sight of them, I knew it would be a nice treat for him.
And he was certainly enjoying them. Way more than I ever thought he would.
“I want to fuck you while you wear these,” Cole growled. “Maybe have you in my jersey while I do it. Not tonight, though. Tonight, I’m just going to fuck you so hard that you feel me for days.”
I whimpered. “Yes, yes, I want that. I want it to hurt until you come home to me.” I gasped when he sucked a hickey onto my right thigh and then my left.
God, I wanted him to mark me everywhere.
All over my body so everyone could see and know I was taken.
That I belonged to someone who claimed me like that.
“Baby.” Cole climbed to his feet, peeled off his shirt, and unbuttoned his pants. “I want to feel you.”
I nodded. “Me, too.” I stared at the outline of his hard dick beneath his light blue underwear. A wet spot stood out like a spotlight. I licked my lips in anticipation.
“No, I mean, I want to really feel you. I don’t want to use a condom.” He raised his brows.
My eyes went wide. “Oh.” I had never done that before. Not with anyone.
“I understand if you’re not ready for that. I get tested regularly, and I’ve never gone bare with anyone. And I haven’t been with anyone other than you in months.”
“I haven’t been with anyone either. And I’ve always used protection. I’m, uh, I’m on PrEP.”
Cole’s eyes darkened. “So, is that a yes?”
“Fuck yes.” I sat up and reached for his briefs. “Okay?” I dug my fingers into the band as I waited for his answer. I needed to taste him.
He grabbed my wrists and helped me pull them down his thick thighs. “It’s always okay.” He stepped out of his underwear and kicked them away.
Cole’s cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach. It left behind a sticky line of pre-cum that I quickly licked from his skin.
“I love you,” I whispered, then sucked the head into my mouth.
“Me or my dick?” Cole’s chuckle turned into a moan when I sucked him farther down, gagging and drooling. I didn’t care about the mess. I just wanted to make him feel good.
I kept going until my lungs protested and had to back off.
“Both of you. I love all of you.”
I dove back in, this time shoving him so far down my throat I choked. I didn’t care. I was made to suck Cole’s dick. My body was made for him to fill me, stretch me, and have his way with me. Breathing was overrated anyway. Making Cole come was the priority.
“Jesus, Reed.” He yanked me off him. “You’re too good at that. I’m going to come, and I want to be inside you when I do that. I want to fill you up, then watch my cum drip from your ass. And then I’m going to shove it back in to make sure it stays there.”
I jerked my head up and down in agreement. “Yes, that, please.” I started to turn, but Cole stopped me.
“I want to see your pretty face and those gorgeous eyes. Watch the beautiful way you come undone for me.” Cole pushed me back onto the bed.
I nearly purred when he kissed me again.
“I’d like that,” I murmured against his lips. I wrapped my arm around his neck and yanked him against me as the kiss deepened, his tongue inside my mouth as he devoured me.
“Baby, please,” Cole whimpered. “I need you.”
I gave him a sly smirk. “Then have me.”
Cole sprang from the bed, grabbed the lube from the dresser drawer, and tapped my leg. “Lift up for me.” When I did as he asked, he slowly slid my panties down, brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply before he placed them gently on the floor. “We’re going to save these for later.” He grinned.
“I can get more.” I moaned when Cole slipped a finger inside me. “Different colors, styles. Maybe a G-string? God, yes.” My eyes rolled back when he curved his finger and pressed against my prostate.
Cole added another digit. “Fuck, you make the sexiest sounds.” When he added another finger, I couldn’t help but start pushing back. “Not yet, baby.” And then, just like that, I was empty.
“Casanova, play fair.” I pouted.
He chuckled. “You want my cock, baby? Is that what you want?”
“Fuck yes, I do.” I lifted my legs higher and felt him notch himself at my hole. “Need you so bad.”
Cole groaned when he pushed inside me. “Need you more.” He moved until he was all the way in and his body was flush against mine.
“Love you so much.” I gasped when he moved.
He filled me so well. It had never felt like this with anyone else. And his cock was hot inside me. I would never want to use condoms with Cole after this. I could feel everything.
He grabbed my legs to rest my feet on his shoulders. “Love you more.”
“Doubtful...More.” I moaned when he slowly fucked me. “Harder. I can take it. I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow. Fuck me like you mean it, Casanova. Make me scream.”
Cole growled deep in his chest, then did exactly what I asked.
He pulled nearly all the way out, then plunged back in.
Over and over again until I thought he might break me in half.
I dug my nails into his arms to get him closer.
I begged him for more, cried out for him to fuck me harder, and when Cole wrapped his hand around my shaft, my vision whited out, and I swear I saw heaven.
Cum spurted across my chest, hot and wild.
Cole’s grunts filled the air as I slowly began to regain brain function.
His face was beaded with sweat, his mouth parted, and when he let go, I swore I could feel him.
“Fuck, baby, fuck.” Cole’s hands dug into my legs as he slowly stilled.
His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, and I might have whined when he pulled out of me. Seconds later, the trickle of his release leaked out of me. Cole did exactly what he said he would do and tried to push it back in. He smiled at me, his eyes heavy with exhaustion.
“That is sexy as hell,” he murmured. He smirked at me, dropped a kiss on my lips, and disappeared from the room.
I might have drifted off if he hadn’t come back in and cleaned me up with a warm cloth.
“You’re amazing,” I whispered as sleep pulled at me. “I love you so much, Cole.”
“I love you, too, baby.” The bed dipped beneath Cole’s weight as he climbed back onto the mattress. “I’m going to marry you someday.”
I hummed softly. “Me, too.” My eyes flew open. “Wait, did you say—”
“Yes, I did. I want to marry you, Reed.” Cole leaned over and turned off the light. “When we’re both ready, I’d like to have a small wedding with just our friends and family.”
My face broke into a smile that I knew he couldn’t see in the dark. “That sounds perfect.” I could see my parents there, with the WAGs and Cole’s dads. Everyone would be laughing and smiling as we said our vows.
“And then we’ll go on a honeymoon to Hawaii. We’ll have a couple of kids, a boy and a girl we’ll raise together. He’ll be a dancer just like his daddy.”
“And she’ll play hockey just like her daddy.”
Cole kissed me. “Mm, that sounds nice. Our parents will spoil them rotten. Maverick, too.”
“But they won’t spoil them too much. Maybe Maverick will, but that’s okay. Uncles are supposed to spoil their nieces and nephews,” I teased and snuggled closer to him. I didn’t call Killian uncle, but he had done the same for me when I was a kid.
Cole wrapped his strong arms around me. “We’ll live happily ever after,” he promised.
“Forever,” I whispered.