27. Cole
COLE
Fuck, I’m in trouble. My mind is telling me to go slow, to ease up, to calm down before I push too far and screw it all up, but my dick is beggin’ me to do whatever it takes to keep going.
As I cup Clara’s face so gently, I’m contradicting in the way I’m practically fuckin’ her mouth with my tongue, lapping up her sweet taste and her sexy fuckin’ sounds as she kisses me back with just as much need.
She’s like a goddamn drug. I can’t get enough.
Perfection, just like I knew she would be.
Standing high on her tiptoes, Clara wraps her arms around my neck, whimpering when my tongue slides against hers, and before I can stop myself, I reach down, cupping her under her ass and lifting her off her feet.
Instinctively, her legs lock around my waist and I’m forced to swallow my own groan at the feel of her pussy rubbing up against me as I carry her back to the bed of my truck without breaking our kiss even once.
I lower myself, sitting on the edge of the tailgate, Clara straddling me.
Reluctantly I break our kiss only to pepper her lips with mine three more times before pulling back just enough to meet her eyes, gauging her.
And holy fuck. Heavy-lidded stormy gaze, kiss-swollen lips, heavin’ tits, she is a fuckin’ masterpiece.
“Why’d you stop?” she asks through a shuddered breath, and I swear, when I see a hint of worry flash in her eyes, it just about breaks my damn heart.
I reach a hand up, cupping her cheek and stroking her pretty soft skin with my thumb as I stare deep into her eyes.
“I need you to tell me that this is okay, baby. That you’re okay. That this is what you want,” I whisper, my words trembling with the overwhelming fear of rejection that racks through me, like she might possibly come to her senses and say no.
“Yes.” She nods, almost frantically, her hands landing on my chest, my skin lighting up beneath the feel of her warm palms pressing through my shirt. “This is what I want. You are what I want, Cole.”
Fuck, her words hit me harder than I was expecting and I’m forced to close my eyes a moment, allowing them to sink in. She wants me. Me. Not just… this. Me.
Forcing my eyes open I meet hers again, something passing between us I know we both feel. And ducking forward, I rest my forehead against Clara’s, taking a moment to look her in those pretty blue eyes as I breathe her in.
I lean in again, grazing her soft lips with mine, allowing my mouth to linger for a beat. “Fuck, if all I could do was kiss you for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man.”
“Cole,” Clara breathes out, meeting my eyes, a knowingness in her gaze that hits me in my heart and my dick.
Cupping her ass, I scoot back into the truck bed, bringing her with me until my back is pressed up against the rear of the cab.
And fuck me, the look in her big blue eyes is just about my undoing.
I cradle the back of her head and urge her closer, grazing my lips against hers and reveling in the way her warm, sweet breaths pant out against my mouth.
I slide my tongue between her parted lips finding hers, our tongues dancing together in unhurried strokes.
My fingers track down her smooth thigh, toying with the frilly hem of her dress, up and down her buttery soft skin as our kiss deepens, her hips moving—searching—with every thrust of my tongue.
Fuck, I can’t remember a time I’ve ever needed anything more than the way I need Clara right now.
My cock is aching, straining against my zipper to the point it fuckin’ hurts.
But tonight ain’t about me, or my greedy dick.
I’m not gonna claim her here, in the back of my truck, in the north fuckin’ pasture.
When I finally get to claim Clara, when she’s truly ready to be wholeheartedly mine in every way, I want her in my bed, her curves entangled between my sheets.
But fuck me, the way she’s grinding needily against me right now, the soft breaths and whimpering moans tumbling from her mouth and into mine, right now I’ll give her whatever the fuck she wants, and I’ll take whatever she’s willin’ to give me. Everythin’. Nothin’. Any damn thing.
Blindly, my hands find Clara’s hips, and I urge her movements, encouraging her to take what she needs, to use me in whatever way she wants. And as her arms tighten around my neck, she moans softly, her breaths shuddering, and I am balancing on the edge of no fuckin’ return.
“Oh my god,” she mewls, riding my thigh unabashedly.
Reluctantly, I tear my lips away from hers, dotting kisses over her jaw, following the curve of her neck before attaching my mouth to the base of her throat and licking the trigger point I know is there.
Clara throws her head back, her hips bucking, and as I lick and suck her skin, I lift my gaze, watching her.
She looks so fuckin’ pretty. Eyes closed, lashes fanning against her flushed cheeks, lips parted to make way for her hurried, frenzied, breathless sounds.
But just as she starts to get close to where I know she needs to be, she stops suddenly, sucking in a gasp and pulling back, gaping at me incredulously.
“Shit.” She slaps a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide as they search mine.
“Clara?” My eyebrows knit together with confusion and I cup her cheek again, trying to ease her sudden panic. “What is it, darlin’?”
“I’m sorry, I—” She swallows hard, looking around for what I don’t even think she knows.
“Hey, look at me,” I urge, cocking my head to catch her eyes.
“I just…” She shakes her head, her hands trembling as she pushes her hair back from her face. “I’m—”
“Clara?” I say her name a little firmer, steadying her with a serious look. “Talk to me.”
Exhaling hard, she covers her mouth with her hands, her gaze flitting between mine, and that’s when I see something flash deep in her eyes that I wasn’t expecting. She’s embarrassed… fuck, she’s ashamed.
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me. You’re safe with me, remember?” I cup the back of her neck gently, thumb stroking the curve of her jaw.
“It’s just that it’s… it’s been so long, I—” Again, she stops herself, shaking her head, huffing an exasperated laugh. I think I know what it is she isn’t telling me, and I offer her a soft, understanding smile.
“How long?”
She shakes her head again, doing all she can to avoid my eyes. “I… god, I can’t even remember. It’s not really been a priority, y’know?”
“I get it.” I nod. “But right now, makin’ you feel good is my only priority, baby.” I duck my head, finding her eyes and holding her gaze. “You trust me, don’t you?”
She nods without hesitation, offering me a small hint of an adorably shy smile, and I trail the pad of my thumb up over her chin, following the curve of her plump bottom lip.
“Let me take care of you,” I whisper, leaning in and ghosting her lips with mine. “I’m gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good, darlin’.”
She whimpers when I lick the seam of her lips, sliding my tongue inside her mouth, and I kiss her firm, my hand dropping between us and slowly, ever so gently I ease up the hem of her dress.
When my knuckles skate across the front of her panties, I can’t even contain my own groan at just how fucking soaked she is, the cotton damp and a little sticky.
Something possessive and primal tightens around my chest as every last sliver of my waning self-control hangs on by a frayed fuckin’ thread.
“Oh!” Clara gasps when I touch her again.
I pull away from her lips just enough to look at her, meet her eyes. “Is this okay?”
Her teeth clamp down, biting into that perfectly plump bottom lip and she nods.
I trace a finger across the front of her panties, feeling her slit, and as I press a kiss to her collar bone, I can’t help but smirk like a smug motherfucker against her skin when her hips shift, like she’s searching for more.
I look up at her again, still dragging my thick finger up and down, teasing, featherlight strokes, feeling the material grow even wetter.
“Can I slide my hand inside these panties?”
Clara releases a hurried, shuddered breath, looking at me for a long moment, suddenly a lot less certain and a whole lot more tentative than she was seconds ago.
“It’s okay, baby,” I rasp, lowering to place a kiss to the swell of one breast, then the other.
“You don’t have to do nothin’ you’re not a hundred-percent sure of,” I remind her, rubbing her a little firmer through her underwear, the tip of my finger pushing between her pussy lips despite the barrier.
“Oh, fuck…” she breathes out, her mouth falling open when I graze her clit.
“You are so fuckin’ beautiful, Clara,” I whisper, toying with the skinny strap of her dress and inching it closer and closer to the edge of her shoulder. “So. Fuckin’. Beautiful,” I grit out, punctuating each word with a kiss to her silky skin.
When the strap eases off her shoulder and falls down her arm, the material of her dress slips low enough to reveal one of her perfect tits, the pebbled nipple making my mouth water and my balls hitch up tight.
Clara looks down when she realizes, but instead of showing any sign of discomfort, she continues grinding against my thigh, meeting my eyes, and I take that as consent, ducking down and latching onto her breast, sucking the bud into my mouth.
“Ohmygod,” she utters through a hiccup, her back arching into me.
I suck her nipple, dragging my teeth against it and biting hard enough to cause her to hiss out in pain, and then, with my eyes still firmly fixed on hers, I lay my tongue out flat, soothing the sting and trailing circles around it before blowing cool air across the wetness.
“Yes.” She sighs, her hand reaching up and knocking my ball cap off my head, her fingers tearing into my hair, fisting it while urging me to do it again.
I chuckle, sucking her nipple again, and pride swells in my chest when I see her push the strap off her other shoulder, freeing her left breast. Gazing up at her, I move to it, paying it the same attention and alternating between the two while I continue rubbing her needy pussy through the drenched cotton of her panties.
And fuck me, I can’t remember a time I’ve ever been this hard.
I can feel my cock leaking in my boxers, my balls pulled up painfully tight, threatening to release and I don’t even fuckin’ care because this is just so. Goddamn. Good.
“Fuck, baby,” I murmur against Clara’s soft skin, cupping her breast and pinching the nipple, sucking the other. “Your tits are like fuckin’ heaven.”
“Cole,” Clara whines, riding me so hard, so fast, her movements start to turn frantic, sloppy. “I’m so… so close.”
“You tell me what you want, darlin’,” I urge her. “Tell me and it’s fuckin’ yours.”
She sobs through a moan, biting down on her bottom lip.
“And don’t you even think about keepin’ quiet,” I whisper, craning up to kiss her pretty mouth. “I wanna hear you, baby. When you come, I want you to scream as loud as you fuckin’ can.”
Clara reaches down between us, her fingers circling my wrist, and I pause, assuming she wants me to stop.
But then, to my surprise, she guides my hand into the waistband of her panties and Jesus fuckin’ Christ, when I’m met with her smooth, slick center, I growl.
Burying my face into her neck, I growl like a rabid fuckin’ dog, squeezing my eyes closed tight to ward off my own release that is so close there really is no going back.
“Fuck you are so goddamn wet,” I rasp, licking and sucking her skin as I drag my middle finger up and down her slit. Her body quakes as I rub her wetness over her clit with the pad of my thumb. “Fuckin’ perfect.”
“I think I’m… I’m going to—”
Circling her entrance, I tease the tight hole while working her clit, pulling back and watching her through hazy eyes as the telltale signs of her orgasm start to show. Flushed skin. Parted lips. Quivering thighs. Frantic movements. Panting breaths.
“That’s my good fuckin’ girl,” I grit out. “Give it to me, Clara.”
“Oh, fuck!” she cries out, her voice echoing through the night.
“Fuck, yeah, darlin’.” I groan, feeling her pussy clench around the tip of my finger. “Let go for me.”
Her hips still, her whole body shuddering, and I watch her orgasm roll through her. Fuck, she’s a goddamn vision when she comes.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she cries out, bucking against me as I work her through the final tremors of her release before she’s trying to squeeze her thighs closed, pushing my hand away from over-sensitive core.
When she finally collapses against me, her head falling onto my shoulder, I shush her, pressing soft kisses to her sweat-beaded temple while smoothing my hands up and down the column of her back, listening to her breathing even out as she comes back down to earth.
“Oh my god,” she finally says, her voice a hoarse whisper. “I… I came.”
I grin like a cocky asshole. “You bet your sweet fuckin’ ass you did.”
Clara pulls back, and I see a hint of uncertainty in her eyes when they meet mine.
Cupping her cheek, I shake my head. “Don’t you dare even consider regrettin’ what you just did,” I tell her, silencing the doubt I know is swirlin’ ’round in that pretty head of hers.
“That was the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever experienced.
And I wanna do it again.” I kiss her lips.
“And again.” I kiss her again. “And again.” Kiss.
Pulling back, she quirks a disbelieving brow. “Really?”
I nod, flashing her a smug smirk as I take her hand and place it against my crotch.
Her eyes flare. “You’re… you’re wet—” She gasps. “Oh god. Is that… is that from me?”
I move my head side to side. “Yes and no.”
She searches my eyes, a crease of confusion tugging between her eyebrows.
Sniffing a laugh, I drag my thumb over the curve of her cheek. “You made me come in my pants like a goddamn fourteen-year-old.”
Her gaze dips downward again, and I see the curiosity flare in her eyes as she bites down on her bottom lip before looking back up at me. “You… came in your pants?”
I nod, not at all embarrassed because fuck yeah, I came in my pants. Hard. For the first time in adult life, I came in my pants from a thigh-ride, and all because I am so fucking hooked on this woman.
Her lips curl at the corners but then I see uncertainty flash in her eyes. “Do you… want me to—” Eyes dipping down to my pants, she shrugs a shoulder, meeting my gaze again.
“I would love nothin’ fuckin’ more, baby,” I admit with a gruff, throaty chuckle. “But not tonight. Tonight was all about you.”
She kisses me back, moaning softly into my mouth, her hands latching into my hair again and holding me right where I am, and fuck, my dick stirs like I didn’t just come in my briefs. But I force my lips away, pulling back and looking between her eyes. “Let’s get you home, darlin’.”
Clara offers me a smile that just about takes my breath away, and fuck I am so far gone for this woman.