39. Cole
COLE
It’s not that I’m trying to use sex to take Clara’s mind off everything, but I also kinda am.
I wanna love on her right now because I need her to know that I’ve always got her.
But the fact that I’m partly responsible for her losing her job—fully responsible since I’m the one who called Bruce to tell him to lay her off for the foreseeable future, until I know she’s safe to go back there—and having her move out of my house where I know she and the kids were starting to only just feel comfortable, I hate that she feels so lost and defeated.
So, yeah, right now, I want to help take her mind off everything.
Plus, I just want to be with her. If I’m honest, I think I might be addicted. Sure beats nicotine gum.
The bathroom is tiny, but not as small as the one at my house so I can at least carry Clara in and turn, easing her onto the small counter.
Kissing her, I pepper my lips across her cheek, along her jaw and down her neck, stopping at her sweet spot and licking it teasingly, grinning when she tilts her head to the side, granting me better access.
“Oh god.” Clara sighs, stifling her moan.
“You can be as loud as you want, baby,” I murmur against her soft skin. “Ain’t no one gonna hear you ’round here.”
Clara’s fingers knit through my hair, tugging on the longer lengths and urging me closer. I drag my teeth over the spot, sucking and licking until she’s writhing on the edge of the counter, her pussy grinding needily against me.
I force myself away, watching her heatedly, taking note of the way her tits heave with heavy breaths, the flush of pink that’s creeping up over her chest and onto her cheeks. Fuck, she’s a sight.
Pushing the shower curtain aside, I make quick work of turning on the water, allowing it to heat up and going straight back to my girl.
I nestle in between her soft thighs, nipping at her pouty lips before pulling back just enough to tug my T-shirt up over my head.
She licks her lips, taking in my bare chest, and I tamp down my shit-eating grin, looping my fingers into the hem of her tank top and lifting it up, tossing it to the floor.
“So fuckin’ perfect,” I utter, allowing my gaze to drift down to her pretty tits, to where her nipples are staining through the basic cotton of her bra. Reaching around her, I unfasten the clip and duck down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her shoulder as I push the straps down her arms.
“Fuck… these tits,” I grit out, staring unabashed, my mouth watering at the sight of the pretty pink nipples pebbled and begging for my tongue.
I palm them, pushing them together and looking into Clara’s eyes as I duck down and lick a nipple, sucking it into my mouth, and then the other, alternating between the two like a man possessed.
“Shit, Cole,” Clara cries out and I see her hand move between her legs.
“Uh-uh.” I playfully swat her hand away, grinning around her nipple when her eyes flare with a flash of betrayal. I drop my hand, cupping her pussy through her shorts and groaning at just how fucking warm she is. “Mine,” I mutter.
Clara whimpers and the sound goes straight to my dick, the big guy fightin’ to keep his cool. I lift back up, kissing her lips and, with a grin, I snap the button on her jean shorts. She sucks in a shuddering breath when I drop down to my knees in front of her, her eyes going wide.
“I’m fuckin’ hungry,” I tell her with a grin.
She lifts up enough for me to tug her shorts and underwear down, and I push her knees apart, getting a good look at her. She’s fucking soaked, her pussy glistening with arousal, and with a kiss to the inside of her thigh, I look up at her as I lick my tongue closer and closer.
“You ready for my tongue, baby?” I murmur against her slick center, my eyes rolling back at her mouthwatering scent.
“Yes,” she squeaks, gripping the edge of the counter so tight her knuckles are stretched white.
I lick a slow, teasing stripe up her slit, my tongue pushing between her pussy lips and lapping at her clit, giving it a little suck.
“Shit!” she cries out, fingers tearing at my hair, her head falling back and hitting the mirror.
I don’t let up, flicking her clit over and over while staring up at her.
She’s so fuckin’ beautiful and I’m obsessed with how responsive she is.
She’s already so close, I can tell by the way her thighs quiver, the way her whole body quakes.
Replacing my tongue with my thumb, I rub circles over her clit, sitting back on my haunches and gazing up at her, her eyes flaring as I stick my two middle fingers into my mouth, coating them with saliva and getting them all nice and wet.
Moving in again, I lay my tongue flat and lap at her clit, easing my fingers inside of her slowly. She sucks in a breath, her back arching, thighs spreading further apart with every inch.
“Ohmygod,” she grits out when I’m knuckles deep.
Looping one thigh over my shoulders, I grab her other calf and lift her foot up to rest on the counter, spreading her open as far as she’ll go.
Meeting her heavy-lidded eyes, I grin, wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking hard as I rotate my hand and fuck her with my fingers in long, deep strokes, rubbing her G-spot with every thrust.
Clara cries out, hips bucking as I bury my face into her pussy, ravaging her.
“Holy shit, Cole!” she chokes out. “Don’t… stop… please.”
I give her what I know she wants—what she needs—stroking her G-spot over and over while sucking on her clit.
“Oh god.” Clara gasps. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god—” Her breathless chants are cut off by her own scream as she detonates around my finger and holy shit, it’s the most beautiful fuckin’ sight I’ve ever seen.
Easing her through her orgasm, I slowly pull my fingers out of her, watching enamored as her release gushes out. Like a greedy bastard I lap up every drop I can, groaning at the taste and chuckling when she jolts at the feel of my tongue grazing her over-sensitive core.
My dick is rock hard to the point it actually fucking hurts, and I can’t help but wince as I make my way up to my feet, kissing my way up her limp, boneless, sated body.
“God, I needed that,” Clara murmurs against my lips.
“I know you did, baby,” I whisper, licking my tongue into her mouth and groaning when she surprises me by sucking on it.
The way she’s transformed over the last few days, from the self-conscious and tentative shell of a woman, to this confident, sexy temptress, I can’t help but feel a little proud of myself.
“Shower with me?” I whisper against her ear.
She nods, and I unbuckle my belt, unfastening the buttons on my jeans before pushing them down and kicking them off with my boots.
Taking Clara’s hands, I help her off the counter, ready to catch her if her legs aren’t working just yet, but she manages, and we step into the shower together, the warm water hitting my back.
But then she shocks me by dropping to her knees and lookin’ up at me with wide eyes that flicker with the combination of want, need, and uncertainty.
“What you doin’ baby?” I ask through gritted teeth when her hands snake up my thighs, inching closer to where I’m fuckin’ throbbing.
“I want—” She clamps her bottom lip between her teeth, her gaze zeroing in on my cock, cheeks flushing pink.
“Words, darlin,” I remind her, tracing her cheek with the pad of my thumb. If she wants it, I ain’t gonna deny her, but I need her to say the words, even if I might buckle at the sound.
Meeting my eyes, Clara wraps her hand around the base of my cock causing my thighs to tense, my body jolting at the feel. I swallow hard, gritting my teeth, staring at her expectantly.
“I want your… c-cock in my mouth,” she says finally, licking her lips. Fuck me, between her words and the way her tongue drags across that plump bottom lip collecting the water droplets, I’m already so damn close I should be ashamed of myself.
“Go on then,” I say, jutting my chin at her. “Help yourself, baby.”
Clara’s eyes drop from mine, focusing entirely on my dick.
The way she looks at it, like she’s never seen anything quite like it before, I’d almost laugh if I wasn’t so fuckin’ turned on.
I get it. A pierced dick is kinda weird, I guess.
The ring on top, the six-rung ladder climbing all the way up the underside of my shaft.
The first one—the ring—was a dare, when I was eighteen years old.
Fuckin’ Dallas bet me I wouldn’t. I did, and he paid me fifty bucks.
Then, I saw what a pierced cock could do, and just how much women loved it, so I went and got the barbells.
One at a time because although I like to act tough, it hurt like a motherfucker.
Worth every bite though, with the way Clara stares at my dick like she can’t get enough of it.
Sticking out her tongue, Clara licks up the underside, lashes fluttering every time she skates over one the barbells. When she swirls around the flared head, flicking over the ring, I suck in a breath through my clenched teeth, feeling my balls tighten.
She works her hand up and down my length, licking the tip like a lollipop and I swear it’s pure, agonizing torture; it takes all I have not to slam my fist through the tile.
But I refuse to push her. This is new to her, and fuck it, I’ll take what I’m goddamn given, and I’ll love every fuckin’ second of it.
“Is this okay?” she asks, looking up at me.
“Tighten your grip,” I grit out.
She does as I say, looking at me for reassurance, but I don’t have the words. Hell, I don’t even think I have a voice. All I do is nod, squeezing my eyes shut while she jerks me off with the perfect amount of pressure.
When she tongues the head of my dick again, I blow out a harsh breath, steeling myself at the feel of the coil in the pit of my gut starting to clench tight.
“Wrap those pretty lips around me, darlin’,” I whisper, brushing my knuckles over the curve of her cheek.
Opening her mouth, Clara is tentative at first, eyes on me as she does as I say, closing her mouth around the broad head and holy shit, I see stars.
Forced to plant a hand against the tile to keep me upright, I breathe in a fortifying breath, steadying myself and gently pushing her wet hair back from her face, watching her as she sucks me.
“Fuck, yes.” I groan, my head falling forward, chin to chest.
Clara takes me a little deeper, eyes remaining on mine as she does.
“Chrissake, baby,” I choke out. “That mouth was made for my cock.”
My words seem to spur her on, because she takes me deeper, sucking a little harder and using her hand to meet her lips.
I’m fighting long-buried demons not to wrap her hair around my fist and fuck her face, breathing hard and biting the inside of my cheek, but when she sucks a little too hard, a lightning bolt shoots through me and my hips jerk of their own accord.
Clara gags, coughing and spluttering around my cock and I pull away from her, cupping her jaw.
“Shit, sorry, baby,” I huff out. “You good?” I drag my thumb over the curve of her cock-swollen lips.
She nods, and when she looks up at me through watery eyes there’s an unexpected fire in her gaze. “Do that again.”
Grabbing my cock, she’s not gentle, leaning in and wrapping her lips around me, sucking firm.
She starts bobbing up and down, going deeper each time, and despite the shadow of my uncertainty, I cradle the back of her head and shift my hips forward, hitting the back of her throat.
She gags again, only this time she holds onto me, and I can’t pull out.
She continues sucking, the sound of her throat’s objection flooding my senses and sending me feral with need.
“Shit,” I grunt, thrusting with a little more determination, my orgasm right there at the base of my spine, threatening to release.
“You fuckin’ like that, don’t ya?” I grit out, smoothing the damp strands of hair out of her face so I can get a clear view of those pretty eyes brimming with tears. “You like chokin’ on my cock.”
Clara hums around me, and her suction increases, her teeth clinking against my piercings with every pass. She moans, the vibrations hitting the tip of my dick and causing me to shiver, and when I see her free hand between her thighs, I’m as good as fuckin’ gone.
“That’s it,” I hiss lowly. “Play with my perfect fuckin’ cunt while I fuck your greedy mouth.”
Clara moans again, and I know she loves my filthy words.
“You ’bout to come for me, darlin’?” I grit out. “You ’bout to come with my cock down your throat?”
The sound she makes is a combination of a moan, a groan, a whimper, and a breathless pant, with what appears to be a yes mixed in there somewhere, and only because I know she wants it, I do wrap her hair around my fist, because I can tell she’s loving every fuckin’ second of this.
Controlling her movements with the fistful of her hair, I push her down hard, feeling her throat close up, and pull her back off, allowing her to breathe. I do it over and over again until she screams around me, her mouth falling lax as her body shudders through the waves of her orgasm.
“Good fuckin’ girl,” I rasp, gently sliding my cock in and out of her mouth while she comes back down from her high. “Now, look me in my eyes and tell me using your words,” I say, tucking my finger under her chin and forcing her eyes to mine. “Where do you want my cum?”
“My mouth,” she says like it’s a goddamn plea, and when her hands move around, grabbing my ass, nails biting into my skin as she urges me closer, that about does it.
Sliding my cock all the way until I hit the back of her throat, she moans around me and my head falls back on a low, rumbling groan as my orgasm barrels through me like a goddamn freight train.
“Fuck, Clara. Here it comes, baby,” I warn, forcing my eyes down to watch her take me.
My head clouds and my knees go weak as I come hard with a low growl, releasing hot ropes of cum down her throat.
I hold onto the wall, one hand wrapped around the back of Clara’s head.
She gazes up at me, her eyes watering as she accepts everything I have to give her, but then I pull out of her lips with a pop before I’ve barely collected myself, grasping her chin and urging her up to her feet.
“Don’t you fuckin’ swallow.”
Her eyes widen, flaring with obvious confusion.
“Show me.” I gently squeeze her cheeks together, forcing her lips to part enough to catch a glimpse of my cum filling her mouth, some dribbling out the corners and down her chin.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, closing my eyes on a shuddering exhale. Crashing my lips to hers, I pin her back against the tiles and kiss her desperately.