44. Cole
COLE
I joined her inside the stall, my movements slow. I was dying to be with her, but I was also dying inside. I didn’t know if I could trust her anymore, but I wanted her so badly that everything else faded into the background.
Jenny’s hair was wet, and soap trailed down her body. Dark circles showed faintly beneath her eyes. “Hiya,” she said, her voice gravelly.
“Hiya, yourself.” The words sounded so much more casual than I felt. “How’re you feeling?”
“Like roadkill,” Jenny said. “But not quite dead. Which means I feel pretty bad.”
“Me too.” I nodded, moving closer to her. I held out my hand for the shower gel. “Can I do this for you?” I didn’t want my tone laced with heavy emotion, but I couldn’t hide it. The air between us crackled with a mixture of electricity and sadness, and I felt overwhelmed as I lathered my hands together. Tears pricked my eyes as I ran my hands down her smooth, bare skin. I hadn’t known if I would ever touch her again.
She moved closer, offering herself to me. She squirted the shower gel on my chest, lathering my muscles. Again, tears filled my eyes. I hadn’t known how much I’d missed her touch until now. I felt like shit—from my hangover, from my rage, from my cruelty toward her. But feeling her bare skin against mine eased the pain. I would pay for it later. For now, it was worth it.
For now, she was mine again.
I didn’t dare kiss her—not yet. Instead, I ran my hands down her arms and her back. I let my palms skim her hips and the top of her thighs, finally coming to rest on her glorious ass. I pulled her against me, and my erection strained between us. Jenny looked up at me, her eyes wide. “Cole, I need to say something.”
“What is it?” I asked, voice husky.
“Buttercream frosting really is for pussies,” she said. “I just need to be clear about that.”
“Ha!” My heart lifted a little. One of the many things I’d mourned in Jenny’s absence was her sense of humor.
“I missed you, Jenny.” But it was no laughing matter. My words hung in the space between us.
“I missed you too, Coley,” she said, her hands skimming down to my thighs, lathering. “Even though you’re on the wrong side of the frosting argument.”
Her tone was light. But did I imagine it, or were Jenny’s eyes touched with emotion, too?
I didn’t dwell on the question for long. Instead, I devoured Jenny’s swollen, tender lips with mine. Our tongues connected, and electricity zipped to my core. She moaned and threw her arms around my neck. I wanted to take her right there, but I wouldn’t do that.
I was going to make us both wait.
Taking my time, I took the shampoo and washed Jenny’s long curls. We stopped every few seconds to kiss. I wanted her so badly I was shaking by the time I rinsed her hair. Jenny reached down and stroked my cock. “Why’re you hard, huh?” she asked.
“Because I want you.” I devoured her with another kiss. I was thrusting against her palm now. She was everywhere all at once —her hands on my cock, her tongue in my mouth, her wet hair plastered against me. “I want you now .”
“We weren’t supposed to do this,” she said. “It’s supposed to be all business this time, remember? Isn’t that what you wanted?” But she didn’t stop stroking my erection. She increased the pressure, which made me feel like I was going to explode.
“It might’ve been what I wanted then.” I panted against her neck as she milked me. “It is absofuckinglutely not what I want right now.”
“Are you sure?” She reached down and did the thing with my balls.
Fuck! I almost came right then and there.
“No one has to know—not even you and me,” I said, even though that made no sense. “We don’t even have to talk about it. But if you think we aren’t going to fuck right now…”
I tore myself away from her, taking an unwelcome step back. We were both breathing hard. “You better tell me.”
“Babe,” she said, “I couldn’t stop now if I tried. I was only asking.”
We stared at each other for a beat. The moment stretched out as we formed a silent agreement. Yes, we would do this. Yes, we would be together. For now. Just for right now.
And it would be our little secret, even from ourselves.
Jenny sank onto her knees. “Come back. Please.”
I went to her, and she wrapped her hands around my shaft. Staring up at me, she started to milk my screaming erection. Then she put my tip into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue.
“Fuck.” The word came out strangled. “What’re you doing?—”
But it became apparent immediately. Jenny took me all the way into her mouth, swallowing me whole, and I drowned in sensation. She sucked firmly, with just the right amount of tension, so that I lost my mind. I thrust into her mouth. She took me in, meeting me stroke for stroke, her mouth eager and greedy.
My thrusts got more ragged and urgent. Jenny cupped my balls and applied pressure, and that was the beginning of the end. She was mine . She was with me, my hired plaything, my… Jenny. I didn’t have to do anything other than be here right now. She had me in her mouth. She was all around me. She was on her knees, offering herself to me, taking me deep.
A powerful orgasm built inside me, its pressure heavy and relentless. I felt like a riptide was taking me out—everything was out of my control. Jenny’s perfect mouth sucked me. Her perfect hand cradled my sac. She owned me; I had no control. I felt like I was about to die and be reborn.
Then she started chasing her mouth with her hand, applying even more pressure to my cock.
“Oh, fuck.” The simultaneous sensations pushed me over the edge. Jenny took her mouth off and milked me hard as I came in a torrent—I shot my seed all over her gorgeous face. She opened her mouth for me to come inside it, and I did, my cum glistening all over her pouty lips as she moaned and writhed on her knees.
“Yes, babe,” she moaned. “Give it to me.”
She massaged my balls, and I climaxed harder. I saw white. Everything I’d been holding back—my rage, my sadness, my desire, my love—all of it emptied.
“That’s right, baby,” Jenny cooed as she slowed down. Her touch became gentle, a soothing embrace after a storm. I relaxed against her. She’d rocked my world and was now putting me back together again.
I felt weak and like I might pass out as the shockwaves of my orgasm subsided. Still, I wanted more. My desire ached inside of me, a raw feeling I couldn’t control. Once I felt strong enough, I lifted Jenny gently and sat her down on the shower bench. I gently wiped her face clean. “I still need you,” I said. “I’m not finished.”
Jenny stared up at me, eyes wide, as I nudged her legs apart. And then it was my turn to get down on my knees.
I buried my face in her slit.
“Ah! Cole!” Jenny cried out, arching her back.
I lapped at her wet, warm sex, greedily sucking and licking. She cried out above me, writhing, and it drove me wild. I wanted her to feel pleasure like I just had, but more than that, I wanted her to know that I fucking owned her. She was mine. My tongue delved into her slit, and then I worked my way up to her tender clit. I took it in my mouth gently at first, nibbling and teasing and sucking. But as Jenny’s groans started to build, so did my desire. I tongued her clit relentlessly, alternately sucking on it as she cried out.
Jenny sank her hands deep into my hair as I devoured her. Every time she got close to coming, I stopped. I did it again and again until she was whimpering, begging, pleading. “I need you, Cole. Please. Please . Don’t make me wait,” she moaned.
“You’re not coming like this. I want you. On the bed. Let’s go.” I was shaking I needed her so badly. My cock was rock-hard once again, screaming to be inside her, demanding to come again.
I swooped her up, somehow grabbing towels for both of us on the way to the bed. I laid Jenny down gently. She was sopping wet. I toweled her off, then myself, as she watched me. Her pupils were huge. “I n-need you,” she stammered.
“You’re going to have me,” I said. “And then you’re going to have me again. And again. You won’t be able to walk straight for a week, babe. Consider it your punishment for running out on me.”
She didn’t say anything. She just looked at me with those wide, blue eyes.
I had to have her now . Since I’d told her my plan—we were absofuckinglutely spending all day in bed—I could afford to take my time later. But now it was urgent. A dark fire was burning inside me, a need to claim and mark her. Her blow job had merely been an appetizer for my desire. I needed to conquer her, own her, make her understand that this wasn’t a game, and I wasn’t fucking playing.
I climbed on top of Jenny, ensuring she could feel my weight and power. Then I again nudged her thighs open, and my hand crept back down to her swollen nub. I pressed it, circling and applying pressure, watching as Jenny’s eyes rolled back in her head as waves of pleasure crashed through her. I needed to ensure she was wet and not from the shower. I buried my face between her legs again.
“Cole!” she cried out. Jenny shook beneath me as I sucked her clit and then lapped at her slit. She was wet—wet for me . Hot pride bloomed in my chest.
“I’m not going to be able to take this slow.” I buried my face in her clit again so that I could pleasure her. Once I got inside, it was all over.
“Cole— Cole! ” Jenny shattered beneath me, her whole body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her. That was just what I wanted. I was going to show her that I was still the boss. Even as the orgasm rocked her body, I climbed on top of her and entered her. Her muscles gripped me, clenching, already pushing me close to the edge.
“What… Oh, fuck ,” she moaned. Whatever came out of her mouth next was unintelligible, whimpers, curses, and keening. She raked her nails down my back.
I fucked Jenny through the last of her orgasm and felt another one building inside of her. Her muscles surrounded my cock, undulating, driving me wild. I drove deep, deeper than I’d ever been before. I felt reckless, out of my mind. I felt like I might die. My orgasm built inside me.
“Did you think you could leave me? Did you think someone else could ever give youthis?”I savagely thrust into Jenny, and we both cried out.
I pinned her hands above her head and bucked my hips, filling her. I fucked her like I’d never fucked before, deep, driving, out of my goddamned mind. Jenny cried out beneath me as she met me, grinding against my shaft, making me insane. We both climaxed at the same time, my orgasm chasing hers. She cried out beneath me, calling my name, causing a hot pride to bloom in my chest.
I soared to a new height, flying high and feeling free, so free. Jenny was the only woman who’d ever helped me feel so alive in the moment. I emptied myself into her, giving her everything I had inside.
When it was over, I cradled her in my arms.
And when my cock stirred once again a few minutes later, I didn’t hesitate. I took Jenny again.
And then again.
Because she was mine, dammit.