Chapter 22 Ofosua
CHAPTER 22 OFOSUA
ADINKRA SAYING: (Mpatapo) Peacemaking, reconciliation.
SAMUEL ADDO: There is nothing more special than finding love again.
On my doorstep, Cole’s thumb rubbed over my knuckles. “You made an absolutely stunning date. Thank you for letting me escort you.”
“Flattery looks good on you, Mr. Drake.”
His grin was all mischief when he said, “It’s so sexy when you call me Mr. Drake.”
“Cole—”
“I’m available for outdoorings too. I love the idea of a baby naming day. I like kids. Although I don’t know exactly what I’m supposed to do at one of—”
“Cole—”
“What?”
“You talk too much,” I whispered as I looped my arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.
The contact was a soft brush of our lips. Barely a kiss. The next brush of our lips was a tease. Then Cole made this low growly sound and snapped his arms around me, caging me in and deepening the kiss.
I couldn’t help but gasp and part my lips as a shudder ran through me, and Cole dragged me closer. His tongue slid over mine.
When I threaded my hands through his hair, he growled low before sucking on my bottom lip, making me moan and meet his tongue with mine. It didn’t take long for the cyclone of need and lust and pent-up emotion from the last month—hell, years —to spill over.
Quickly, our kisses became a desperate attempt to fuse ourselves together as Cole backed me up against my door, bracketing me with his big body.
Cole scooped his hand down my back and made contact with my ass, drawing me closer to him, bending his knees slightly and angling me just how he wanted, and eventually picking me up.
With our bodies melded together, there was no mistaking the hard ridge of his erection, which throbbed against my abdomen. As it turned out, Cole was carrying around a cannon in his tuxedo trousers.
Dropping his forehead to mine, he ran a hand up my bodice. I drew in a shuddering breath and arched my back into him, waiting for him to touch me where I’d been imagining him touching me for weeks.
Gently, his thumbs traced where the material met flesh. The stinging ache was almost too much to bear. I pulled him closer, but he was hell-bent on torturing me with his fingers.
“Better than any fantasy,” he whispered.
“Cole.”
When he traced his thumb over my nipple, my grip tightened in his hair as I rocked my hips.
“We need to go inside now. We’ve put on a hell of a show, but I plan on spending the majority of my time licking every inch of you, which calls for privacy.”
Heat snaked down my spine, making my skin tight and itchy. I fumbled with my keys to unlock the door, but Cole took them from me and still managed the door without breaking our kiss.
I pointed the way to my bedroom and delighted in his kisses as his fingers dug into my ass while he carried me in the general direction.
In my room, he set me down gently before turning me around. My breath came out in ragged pants.
The zippers for the two-piece outfit were a cinch for him, and the tight bodice and skirt fell away from my body, leaving me in my strapless bra and thong. When I turned slowly to face him, his eyes were dark and heavy-lidded. “Absolutely incredible,” he whispered before reaching for me again.
He slid a hand into my Afro, his kiss reverent as he licked into my mouth, coaxing me into sin. In an effort to get closer, I clung to him, and his cock jerked against my stomach. I gave an automatic rotation of my hips in response.
I was teetering on a cliff’s edge, and he knew it. He slid a hand between my legs, searching for my center, his fingers playing with the edge of my panties.
“Cole,” I moaned.
When he shoved the flimsy scrap of material to the side and dipped a finger into my slick heat, my knees gave way. His muttered curse against my neck was part epithet and part exultation. Desperate, clawing need threatened to tear me apart. I bucked as he withdrew his finger then slowly slid in again, this time with a second finger. He buried his lips in my neck, kissing me. “You feel so fucking good, Ofos.”
I couldn’t string any kind of coherent phrase together. Even as I dug my nails into his shoulders and whimpered, he took his time. Never mind that I was on the verge of spontaneously combusting. He kept up the slow, lazy retreat and entry. I started to quiver, my sex pulsing around his fingers as he slowly pulled out.
He lifted his head and met my gaze with an intense one of his own. Then, with his free hand, he wound his fingers around the edge of my panties and gave a sharp tug.
The tear could be heard over our ragged breathing.
My eyes flew open. “Hey!”
“Sorry. I’ll buy you a dozen new pairs.”
“Cole, oh my God.”
“Look at me.” I wasn’t even aware my eyes had drifted shut, but opening them was a distinct effort as all I wanted to do was sink into bliss. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted this? How many times I’ve dreamed of this?”
I bit my bottom lip but didn’t break eye contact. I watched with rapt attention as he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, fighting for control. The knowledge that I was making him crazy was so heady, and I wanted more of it. When he slid his thumb over my clit, molten lava coursed through my whole body.
He was going to be the death of me.
With a smirk, he brushed away one of the intricate braids that had fallen free of my style. “On the bed. I want to take that bra off with my teeth.”
As I scooted backward on the bed, Cole made quick work of his tux, toeing off his shoes as he quickly stripped. When he was down to just his boxer briefs he tossed a strip of condoms on my nightstand, and I licked my lips in anticipation. “Hurry.”
“Are you always this impatient?” he teased. Then he hooked his thumbs in his waistband and tugged his boxer briefs down.
I ogled him openly. “Wow, you are… wow. ‘Cocky’ has a whole other meaning now.”
His chuckle was soft. “I’m glad you like what you see.”
His hands traversed a path from my ass to my waist to my breasts, never quite reaching the tips. I moaned and rocked against him trying to get him closer, urging him to take my breasts in his hands.
He took the hint and hitched me higher. Dipping his head, he grazed first one nipple, then the other, with his five-o’clock shadow. He followed up with his tongue and with playful tugs with his teeth. Each tug had me pulling him closer.
The tip of his cock nudged my slick folds, and my eyes fluttered closed. I made one small rotation of my hips, and for the barest moment we were skin to skin and it felt divine.
Cole cursed under his breath, but found the strength to reach for a condom on the nightstand. Sheathing himself quickly, he rolled back between my thighs. With his hand wrapped around the base of his cock he teased my entrance, nice and slow. When I whimpered, his gaze lifted to mine as he employed tilting motions of his hips and slid in to the hilt. When I threw my head back, he muttered, “Holy shit,” as he seated himself.
All I could manage were whimpering moans as he wrapped a hand in my hair and tugged backward, forcing my back to arch. He took that opportunity to graze my nipple with his teeth, all the while working on that deep, soul-bending grind. With every deep stroke, my eyes rolled into the back of my head as that sensation of bone-deep bliss danced within reach.
“Cole, I—”
Reaching between us, he stroked my clit with his thumb in slow circles, even as he picked up the pace, his body coated in sweat. “Ofos, God, you feel so good.”
My body clamped down tighter around his thick length as he drove me higher and higher. With a shuddering breath, my legs tightened around him, and my fingers twined into his hair, pulling him close as we fought for control.
But it was too late for me. I was only putting off the inevitable. My gaze locked on his, I whispered his name, and my body clamped tight around his just before breaking apart in his arms.
It seemed that was what he’d been waiting for, because he picked up his pace. His hands pushed open my legs, giving him a clear view of what was happening. With his thumb, he stroked my clit, his concentration pinpointed on only me as the freight train of my orgasm threatened again.
“Fuck me.” His growling shout had him dropping forward, his body more determined than ever to bring me over the edge with him.
When he buried his face in my neck even as he drove home over and over again, he used his teeth until he finally let go, making me his. With one more hip swivel, he ground his hips right where I needed, and I fractured yet again.
All around me, he quaked from the force of his release.
COLE
I woke to the scent of coconut and hibiscus on the soft satin pillow and a warm, curvy female beside me. With a moan, I snuggled in further.
Ofosua.
I relaxed then, enjoying the feel of her curves pressed up against my bare skin. She was so damn beautiful. And she smelled good. When she’d texted last night, it hadn’t even been a question of if I’d come for her.
You have it bad.
Last night had been… I was exhausted. I had no idea what time we’d actually gone to bed, but I didn’t want to wake up. If I could just live in this space, I could be happy forever.
How are you going to figure out the work thing?
Goddamn it. I didn’t need rational thought intruding right now. Ofosua snuggled back. I rolled my thumb over her nipple, and she gasped. “Oh God, Cole.”
When I spoke, my voice was rumbly. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Jesus, you can go again?”
“If you don’t want me to be quite so eager, then stop being so sexy.”
She stretched and then rolled into me, and I loved every little movement, the curve of her back, the way her tits sat up and paid attention as she arched. The way her smooth thigh lifted over mine.
“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to let you out of bed ever again.”
Her eyes lowered for a moment before she lifted those dark pools to meet mine. “I don’t know how to do this.”
I grinned down at her. “You’re severely underselling yourself, because I’m pretty sure you tried to kill me several times last night. God. And that thing that you can do with your tongue, that was… wow. I’m having a hard time thinking about anything other than your tits brushing against my chest right now. I really want to take one into my mouth.”
She bit her bottom lip and her hips rocked ever so slightly into mine. “Cole, I’m being serious.”
I dropped my voice an octave. “So am I. Maybe one more time, before we have to get up and find food. Or you know what, food is overrated. Twice more. Twice and we can get up. Do you want to hit up that breakfast spot on the corner?”
Her gaze met mine. “You want to go to breakfast?”
I watched her carefully. “You thought that I was Mr. Hit It and Quit It?”
She wrinkled her nose. “That doesn’t even sound right coming out of your mouth.”
I laughed. “No, it doesn’t. And in case you missed it, I’m into you. Like really into you. I actually like you, Ofosua. So yes, I want to have breakfast. Well, if I’m looking at the time right, it’s nine forty-five. By the time I get home and change, and—well, let’s be frank—by the time we get out of the shower, it’s going to be eleven, so we’re going to make it brunch.”
She laughed. “Yeah, probably brunch. And PS, you are very insistent against my thigh.” It was my turn to roll my hips, and she laughed. “Cole, time to be serious here.”
I pulled her closer, and the tip of my head was notched against her slick entrance. “Now, I need you to explain to me what the fuck we’re going to do about condoms because we don’t have any more. We can play. There’s a lot of playing to be done. We have a million places to christen now. Like my place. Probably the office too.”
Her jaw unhinged. “We are not having sex at the office!”
I laughed. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure . I’m a professional , Cole. Besides, sure, you’ll get spared from the gossip, but me, I’d lose my job and any shred of respect I’ve earned.”
I frowned. “You wouldn’t lose your job.”
She lifted a brow and I realized I’d done that thing again where my privilege was massively on display. I winced. “Sorry, you’re right. Generally, not a good look. Okay, no condoms at the office, then. I will keep some in my wallet, though, you know, in case we make an outside-the-office excursion.” I grinned cheekily at her.
“Oh my God, are we negotiating the terms of where we’re going to screw now?”
I didn’t like the way she said that. “Hey, we’re not screwing . We’re making sweet, sweet love.” I winked at her, and she giggled.
Even though that feeling, that niggling voice at the back of my head told me that to her, this was temporary.
“Okay, let’s go. You need to get clothes, and I want to see your place.”
I smiled down at her. “Excellent. Come on. You will love Tribeca. There are some great cafés near my place too. And if you want, we can call Tallon and maybe meet his new girlfriend, Carmen.”
“Oh, so I’m meeting girlfriends of friends now?”
I nodded. “Yes, you are.”
She reached down and wrapped her soft fingers around me, and I coughed. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Do you need a hand with this? I think maybe in the shower we could do something with him.”
“Jesus, you’re going to kill me.”
“Well, in that case, let me—” A loud clattering noise came from the kitchen.
“What have you people done with the big pan?” came Helen Addo’s voice.
I held my breath. “Is that your—”
Ofosua sprang out of bed so fast it made everything bounce. I could only appreciate the view for a quick second before she threw my clothes at me. “You have to go.”
“What? We were going to go and have breakfast.”
She pointed at the door. “My mother is here, and she’s going to make both of our lives a living hell. So you have to go, right now!”
“Where? Where am I going to go?”
“I’ll sneak you out.”
I had to laugh as I stalked over and wrapped my arms around her. “Hey, you’re freaking out. I get it. You freak out. I’ll be calm for the both of us. I will get my clothes and I will get out of here, and then I’ll text you when I’m ready to go, and you can meet me somewhere. How’s that?”
She relaxed against me as she nodded. My dick, well, he couldn’t be controlled. It wasn’t his fault. Her ass was pressed up against me, and he pulsed.
She moaned and dropped her head forward as I continued to kiss at her neck.
“See, Ofosua, you moaning and rubbing your ass against me makes me think you don’t want me to go.”
“I don’t. I mean, I do. I don’t. But I do. You have to go.” She chuckled a little.
“All right, all right, I’m going. But he’s going to want a proper reintroduction when I see you.”
“Okay, go.”
I tossed my clothes on quickly, leaving the jacket slung over my shoulder. “Where am I going?”
She glanced at the window, and I shook my head. “If you want to use my dick again, me dying is going to seriously hinder your plans.”
“No, there’s a fire escape.”
I lifted my brows. “A fire escape?”
Her brow furrowed. “My mother is in the kitchen. Your options are out the window or down the hall.”
I eyed the window dubiously. “Down the hall.”
She nodded. “Let me put some underwear on.”
I shook my head. “No. If you’re going to sneak me out of here, I want to know that you’re at least naked under your robe.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “Fine, this way.”
“One more thing, this is the last time I sneak out. You’re going to have to find a way to deal with that.”