CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR Cole
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Cole
60 days to go
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here in just my boxers. Since sometime around four a.m. maybe? I woke up in a cold sweat thinking that Ginger and Mabes were on that boat and never came back. That’s when I felt her warm foot against my calf, and I settled back down to earth.
But I haven’t been able to get back to sleep. I can’t stop thinking that all those years of denying myself, growing closer to Ginger as a friend, were worth the wait. Sex with a connection is totally foreign to me. But now that I’ve had it, nothing will ever compare. Ginger may be my friend, but I’m pretty sure she is quickly becoming my obsession too. I couldn’t even make it through a shower that was meant to clean her up without taking her again last night. I’m convinced she was put on this earth to entice me to the point of insanity.
I can’t stop whatever this is between us. I don’t have the strength anymore. But, at the same time, I can’t expect more from her . Even when the election is over and my probation passes, my life is a package deal, and I have no idea if Ginger is ready for that.
As the sun comes up and peeks through the blinds, settling against the naked expanse of Ginger’s back, I’m aware that nothing will ever be the same between us again. I take in the tiny little sun and moon tattoo under her left shoulder blade, and listen to the little hums she makes in her sleep. I wonder if it’s me she’s dreaming of. I know I want to be the man she dreams about.
Her phone buzzes for the tenth time on my nightstand. I ignore it and make my way over to her as she stirs. I stare down at her from my full height, taking in every part of her: the perfect shape of her eyebrows, her long lashes, the singular freckle on her earlobe. Her perfectly straight, slightly upturned nose and the exaggerated groove between her nose and mouth.
My gaze settles on her lips and I reach down to my cock and adjust. It’s been all of five hours since I was last inside her and I am fucking desperate for her already. Her eyes flutter open and I smile. She has both hands stretched out as she watches me lazily for a beat before a small smirk plays on her lips as she fully wakes. She says nothing but pulls the blanket down further to entice me. I take in the way her waist leads to those full hips, the ones I am going to spend hours gripping while I take her every goddamn way I can. The space alongside her hip bone is like a beacon for my grasp as I slide the back of my knuckle over her shoulder, all the way down to just under her ribcage, her skin so soft it electrifies me.
She shudders and moans softly, her gaze drinking me in. I ghost her nipple with my knuckle. Her pretty mouth is so close and, as luck would have it, my bed is the perfect height. All she’d have to do is open up and I could slide right in.
The idea has me reaching into my boxers and pulling my hard cock out, spitting into my palm and swiping the pre-cum that leaks there off the tip with my thumb. I groan as I stroke my cock over her face, not understanding why or how she has this control over me. And not giving a fuck either.
The need to touch her as I touch myself takes over so I roll her hardened nipple between my thumb and finger.
In true Ginger fashion, she props herself right up on her elbow, her mouth inches from my dick, settling in like she’s watching a fucking Broadway show.
“Well, good morning to you too,” she says with that fucking smile, the one I want to fuck right off her face.
“It’s about to be,” I say with a grin of my own.
“Oh yeah?” she asks, one eyebrow raised. “How so?”
“You can slide those pretty lips just a little closer,”
“Oh no, not yet, Law Daddy, I think I’d like to watch this show for a little longer,” she retorts with a hazy glimmer in her eyes, licking her lips as she watches me slowly run my hand over my cock.
“You’re a bossy little brat in the morning,” I say. The way her eyes feast on the sight of me tells me I’m right and only makes me harder.
“You have no idea.” She inches closer to me as she slides her own hand down her center. “Spit on your cock and fuck your hand for me, Cole.”
Jesus fucking—
“ Christ woman,” I say, but can’t help but follow her orders. I tip my chin down and do what she says. Spit lands on the head of my cock and I use my palm to glide it over my shaft as Ginger moans, watching every movement.
“I fucking love it.” Her words sound like a moan.
“So you like to watch, do you?” I query. Her naked body before me in the morning sun is almost too much.
“Uh-huh …” she manages as her chest rises and falls with desire. She takes her plush bottom lip between her teeth, as though it pains her not to claim that last few inches between her face and my cock.
“Well, the way I see it, if you get to watch then so do I,” I say as I drag my thumb across the corner of her mouth, desperate for my cock to meet it. But I can wait. I’m a very patient man.
“Where do you want me?” she asks in a way that drives me crazy.
“Closer,” I order, patting the edge of the bed.
Ginger doesn’t waste one second. It’s something I love about her—once she commits to something, she gives it her all.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” I tell her, brushing the hair off her shoulder as she moves into position.
She’s laid out along the edge of the bed, so close, her pussy within reach and mine to play with.
Tipping her chin up toward me, I slide my first two fingers into her mouth. She takes them deep and whimpers, not taking her eyes off me. It’s a preview for me as she slides her tongue over them. When I feel her spit coat them well enough, I pull them out and slide them just below the tiniest triangle of perfectly trimmed hair, the rest of her smooth and bare. It’s like she’s looking to win a goddamn award for the world’s prettiest pussy.
She shivers when she feels my fingers against her. I grin; she’s already wet as fuck. I give her needy clit some attention and she instinctively reaches down to take over. Her movements are hurried as though she’s as desperate as I am.
I bend down and kiss her sweet lips, never stopping the tug on my cock.
“Slowly,” I order. “I want to take my time watching you fuck that pussy.”
She does what I say and slows her movements just enough, sliding her middle finger over her clit, then through her already dripping slit to find a rhythm that pleases her.
But it’s me that can’t help myself. I reach down and add pressure to her fingers with my own, forcing both of us into her tight heat.
“Control freak,” she moans as she slides another finger in with mine. Her taunting tone is too much and I growl as I speed my pace up on both her soaking cunt and my cock.
“It’s okay … I know, baby,” she purrs. “Sooner or later, watching just isn’t enough.”
“Fuck,” I bite out as her tongue skims the entire underside of my shaft. My eyes roll back and I suck in a breath with the contact.
Ginger slides herself even closer, leaving no space between us, before opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. She looks right at me, waiting expectantly.
“Ready to help when you need it,” she says, her voice a husky whisper.
“ Fuck ,” I breathe out. I use my thumb to hold her bottom lip open, dropping my aching cock on her tongue. “Then be a good wife and suck.”
She moans like those words do the same thing to her they do to me. Her lips close around me and take in my length. My head falls back for a second while I get used to her hot mouth.
She hums in pleasure and it almost takes me out at the knees.
I reach down and take over for her at her pussy, swiping her hand out of the way so she can focus on her own task. She rises to the challenge eagerly, wrapping her fingers around me and running her tongue down the length of my shaft. Her tongue swipes against the head of my cock before she takes me deep in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks out around me until I hit the back of her throat. She gags as drool escapes her lips but she doesn’t stop.
I stuff two fingers into her tight soaking pussy as a reward and she closes her thighs around them. I push them back open.
“I want to see this pretty pussy clenching my fingers when you fall apart, Ginger. Legs open,” I order as I curve my fingers against the place she loves. She’s going to make a mess like this and I’m so fucking ready for it. I think of all the times I’ve wished I was here. I think of every single time I watched her ass walk away as she gave me that sexy smirk over her shoulder. She whimpers around my cock, coming undone as my balls tighten and my release licks up my spine like wildfire.
“Good wives swallow every last drop. Understand?” I say, my voice like gravel.
She looks up at me through her lashes. Her legs shake and I push my fingers into her one last time, dragging my thumb over her swollen, needy clit. She lets out a long cry as she comes, everywhere.
I let myself go when she does and spill down her throat.
“ Fuck …” I growl, holding her head in place by her hair as I unleash, my cock pulsing in her throat as she gags. Her legs shake and her thighs are covered in her own arousal as she comes down from her orgasm with me. I fucking love it.
When I’m sure she’s taken every drop from me, I slide my cock from her mouth and bring my soaked fingers to her lips. Swiping them over her pillow-soft mouth, I capture her lips in mine, tasting us both. She’s a mess as she rolls back to the center of the bed; her hair tousled, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. What a fucking way to start the day.
“You’re going to be late for work,” she says, nuzzling into the crook of my arm.
I lie still and look up to the ceiling for a beat, catching my breath because it’s been a long goddamn time since I’ve had that kind of activity first thing in the morning.
“Actually, I took today off.”
She leans up on her side so that all her chocolate masses fall over one eye. “Since when?”
“Since this morning, when I emailed Bev and told her I’m taking a personal day. We’re going on a date. A real one, before I have to pick Mabes up from my mom’s.” I stroke her arm. “Oh, and we’re having dinner at the big house. Now, go make us some coffee in your crazy-ass coffee maker while I shower. It’s the last finger you’ll lift today.”
I plant a peck on her forehead and get up. But I can’t stay away for long and instantly pounce back onto the bed as she yelps, hovering over her. I bend down to kiss her and the overwhelming urge I feel for her surges back as my tongue moves with hers. As though I’ve been kissing her my whole life.
Our mouths connect once more before I stand. Satisfied for at least the next twenty minutes.
“Are you trying really hard to make me fall for you or something, Mr. Ashby?” she asks as I pull a fresh pair of boxers from my drawer. I move in the direction of my bathroom, still naked.
“Nah, I would never do something like that, Vixen,” I call as I head down the hall, grinning the whole way. Because, right now, I’m just riding this high. And fuck, maybe getting her to fall for me is exactly what I’m trying to do.