Chapter 54
FIFTY-FOUR
LANA
A s soon as the words leave my lips, his mouth descends on mine in a passionate kiss. His tongue sweeps across my lower lip, and I moan at the contact.
I shift so that I’m straddling his lap rather than sitting sideways and wrap my arms around his shoulders, reveling in the close contact between us and taking comfort in having him so close.
I part my lips, and his tongue slides against mine, making me moan. His hands land on my hips and he squeezes them before pulling back.
“We need to stop.”
Stop?
What in the ever-loving fuck is he talking about?
“Excuse me?” I pull my arms away from his shoulders and cross them over my chest, raising my brow.
He lets out a deep, long sigh. “You’ve been through so much, and now after the conversation we’ve just had, you’re vulnerable. I don’t want to take advantage of you, baby.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s sweet, honestly, but this being in a relationship thing means that we’re always going to be vulnerable with each other.
I think you know me well enough by now to know that I would never do anything I truly didn’t want to do.
And what I want right now is my boyfriend, who just told me that he loves me, to fuck me. Okay?”
His lips tip up before my world tilts on its axis as he flips us both over, sliding between my parted legs and resting his hands on either side of my head.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, staring down at me and pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth before sitting back on his haunches.
He strips off his shirt and I stare, completely transfixed, as his abs ripple when he stands and takes off his sweats.
He prowls back onto the bed, a feral glint in his eye as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and pulls them down.
I sit up, pulling the hoodie and tank top over my head, grateful I decided to forgo underwear today.
“So damn beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes raking over me and causing goose bumps to rise up on my skin.
He brings his mouth to mine, kissing me slowly before he works his way down my neck, over my breasts, down my stomach, until he finally settles between my legs, his mouth only inches away from where I need him.
He slowly leans down before a wicked smirk crosses his face, and he flips over so he’s lying on his back.
“Come here,” he murmurs, and I stare at him in confusion. He waves his arm, summoning me, and I sit up before crawling over to him and straddling him again.
“Nah, not there, baby. Up here.” He crooks his finger, and I finally understand.
“You want me to sit on your face?”
“Want you to? No, I need you to. ”
Jesus Christ, this man.
I crawl up his body until I’m hovering over his face and staring down at him, a smile curving my lips before I rest my weight on him. I’m not worried about him suffocating. If he does, then at least I can say he died doing something he loved.
I lose myself in the pleasure his mouth brings as he licks, sucks, and just plain old fucking devours me.
Two fingers enter me, and my entire body vibrates with the need for more.
That is, until he crooks his fingers, hitting my G-spot just right, and I swear, this is the quickest I’ve ever been brought to orgasm.
“Cole,” I gasp and bend forward, resting my hands on the bed behind him. “Fuck, Cole. I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
He mumbles something against me, but it’s too muffled for me to make out, and he ups his pace, fucking me harder with his fingers, and I lose it.
I moan, my hips rocking against him as I bury my face in the crook of my elbow. My entire body feels electric, my vision goes white, and I swear I see stars.
I must collapse, because the next thing I know, Cole is straddling my legs and pressing kisses up my spine, his hard length digging into my ass.
“That was fucking amazing,” I say, awe infused in my tone, and he chuckles. His hands find my hips, lifting them so I’m on all fours.
“Yeah it was, baby. And this will be even better.”
He slides inside me, and my walls squeeze him, still sensitive.
“God, you’re so tight. You feel so good, little menace. You’re drenched for me. So warm and wet and all fucking mine.”
“All yours,” I murmur, pushing my ass out against him and encouraging him to fuck me faster.
He takes the invitation, just like I knew he would, and pulls away, thrusting back into me and making my entire body edge forward on the bed, causing me to grip the sheets in an attempt to stay right where I am.
“That’s it. Be a good boy and keep fucking me like that.”
He moans and starts rocking into me faster, harder, rougher, his measured thrusts long and sharp, hitting me right where I need him.
“Feels. Too. Good,” he grits out, his hands fisting my hips so hard it’ll no doubt leave bruises, but I’ll welcome them if he makes me come again.
One hand loosens and slides under my body before he starts to slowly circle my clit with his thumb, sending a sharp burst of pleasure through my veins. I moan and whimper, our combined panting filling the air and no doubt alerting Harley to what we’re doing in here.
“Give me one more, baby. Come one more time for me. I need to feel your walls rippling around me when I come.”
I groan, bucking against him more until he speeds up his hand, rubbing my clit faster in the same rhythm as his thrusts.
I feel like I’m on fire, thrumming with need and energy.
Right now is when I’d usually tell him what to do, give him orders that he’d comply to, but I can’t even get the words out.
My mind is a jumbled mess, and all I can focus on is the feeling of him inside me.
“Fuck, Cole. Fuck, fuck, fuck .”
I bury my head in the bed, my entire body rocking as the orgasm washes over me.
He growls as he finds his own release, but I’m on too much of a high right now to do anything other than feel.
Feel his body against mine, feel the tsunami of pleasure wash over me, feel the hot, wet spurts of his release as he pulls back and covers my ass and back in his cum.
He collapses on top of me, our panting breaths mixing together as our bodies collide.
He rolls to the side and tucks me against him, his harsh breaths fanning my hair as I hide my face in his chest. My lips kiss his pec once, twice, three times before my teeth graze his skin and I bite down on him, making him laugh.
“God, I fucking love you.”
I laugh softly. “I fucking love you too.”
And I do.
I probably have for a while; I was just too blind to see it.
The blinders are off now, though, and I plan on cherishing everything I do have left, while I still have it.
We’ve come a long way from where we started, and sure, we still have stuff that we’ll need to work on, but after everything that’s happened in the last few weeks, I know we can get through it together.
In some fucked-up way, we were made for each other.
Our crazy joins together perfectly.
My need for control matches his need to let go.
I can show him who I am without fear of pushing him away, because I know if I ran, he’d run right after me.
He proved that when he showed up at the Richardson mansion, and he’s been proving it since the beginning.
I didn’t realize up until now that he’s been chasing me all along, he just did it in a way that was too subtle for me to realize what was really happening.
“You ready to get cleaned up?”
I’m ready for a shower.
I’m ready to stay here, at this school .
I’m ready for a real life and wherever that takes me.
I’m ready to throw myself headfirst into this relationship with him.
I’m ready to love him the way he deserves, just how he loves me.
“Ready.”