Chapter 4
COLE
"You heard right. Come here, Cole. That's an order."
Meredith's words knock the air out of me. My fingers curl around the steering wheel as I stare at her through the rearview mirror. Meredith's eyes are dark pools of want, and she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. The same lips that just commanded me into the backseat with her.
Fuck.
She just ordered me again. Something about the way this pampered heiress thinks she can boss me around makes my cock strain against my zipper. Two years of restraint, and she breaks me with six little words.
What am I saying? She broke me yesterday.
For half a second, I don't move. Can't move. If I go back there, there's no returning to what we were before. The professional line I've maintained will disintegrate. But who am I kidding? That line disappeared the moment I pressed her against the wall last night.
We're in a parking lot. A public fucking parking lot. But it's the far corner, relatively secluded, and the windows are tinted dark enough that no one can see in unless they press their face to the glass. And right now, I don't give a damn if the entire board of Ashton Collective walks by.
I've waited two years for this woman. I'm not waiting another second.
I release my seatbelt and turn to face her. "You sure about this?"
She doesn't answer with words. Instead, she unbuttons the top of her blouse, exposing the creamy swell of her breasts. My restraint shatters. A man can only have so much.
I exit the driver's side and circle to the back door in record time. The few seconds it takes feels like an eternity. When I yank open the door, she's waiting, eyes gleaming with anticipation and a touch of nervousness.
Maneuvering my 6'3" frame into the backseat is a challenge, but I've done more difficult things for less reward. I fold myself in, closing the door behind me, and suddenly the air is thick with tension, so thick I can slice it with a butter knife. The space is confined, forcing us close together.
"Come here," I growl, reaching for her.
She slides toward me eagerly, and I pull her onto my lap. Meredith barely has time to settle when I capture her mouth with mine, urgent and hungry and demanding. Her lips part instantly, and I taste her, my tongue pumps in and out of her warm mouth.
She moans into my mouth, her hands work at the buttons of my shirt. I shrug out of my jacket and let it fall to the floorboard. My fingers find the buttons of her blouse, and I undo them one by one, revealing more of her perfect skin.
When I push the fabric from her shoulders, she stiffens slightly. Her hands come up and hover as if she wants to cover herself. I pull back to look at her, and the uncertainty in her eyes makes me want to hunt down every person who ever made her doubt herself. Those eyes; kind but now also wanting.
"Don't," I say, my voice gravelly with want. I catch her hands in mine. "Don't hide from me."
She bites her lower lip. "I'm not—"
"You're beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world." I release her hands to trace my fingers along the lace edge of her bra. "Every single inch of you."
She laughs nervously. "You don't have to say that."
"I don't say shit I don't mean." I cup her breasts through her bra, watching her eyes flutter shut at my touch. "You're perfect. You've always been perfect."
I lean forward and press my lips to the swell of her breast. "Do you know how many nights I've dreamed about this? About you?"
Her breath hitches as I continue my exploration, trailing kisses across the top of her breasts.
"That time you wore that red dress? I had to excuse myself to the bathroom just to get my shit together."
My hands move to the clasp of her bra. "And when you swam in the pool, wearing nothing but that tiny black bikini? Fuck, Meredith. Your perfect ass cheeks on show. I imagined peeling it off you with my teeth."The thought brings saliva to the corners of my mouth. My cock is already hard.
The bra comes loose, and I slide it down her arms, exposing her completely. My mouth goes dry at the sight of her. Full, perfect breasts with dusky pink nipples already hard and waiting for my touch.
"Beautiful." I cover one breast with my hand while my mouth finds the other.
The noise she makes when my tongue circles her nipple nearly makes me come in my pants like a teenager.
I alternate between laving and sucking, circling my tongue, and gently nipping with my teeth.
I can tell she likes it by the way she's yanking my hair.
Her hesitation melts away under my touch, replaced by growing confidence. She grinds against me, creating delicious friction where I need it most. Her fingers tunnel through my hair, holding me against her chest as I worship her with my mouth.
"That's it," I say when she rocks against me more deliberately. "Just like that."
I switch to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while my hands slide down to her hips, guiding her movements against me. Through our clothes, I can feel her heat, and it's driving me insane.
She tugs at my shirt, pulling it free from my pants. "Off."
I'm more than happy to comply. I help her remove it, and her hands immediately explore my chest; her touch sends fire through my veins.
"You too," I say, nodding to her skirt. She lifts herself slightly, and together we work it down her hips until she's straddling me in nothing but her panties.
The windows have completely fogged now, creating a private cocoon around us. Outside, the world continues, but in here, there's only Meredith and me. Her breath comes faster as I run my hands up her thighs, scratching my nails along the softness of her skin.
When I reach the edge of her panties, I pause, looking at her. "Tell me you want this."
Her eyes lock with mine. "I want this. I want you, Cole."
I slide my fingers beneath the panty fabric, and curl my middle finger over her crease, pressing against her clit and squishing her already wet and ready sex.
She gasps as I touch her, press my hand against her.
I slide a finger inside. First knuckle deep.
She tenses instantly. Her hips jerk forward.
"So fucking perfect," I growl, circling my thumb against her clit as I slide another finger inside her. She's tight, hot, gripping me like a vise. "Look how wet you are for me."
Her head falls back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. I lean forward to taste her there, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses from her collarbone to her jaw while my fingers continue to explore.
"Cole." Meredith rocks against my hand. "Please."
"Please, what?" I curl my fingers deeper inside her, finding the spot that makes her gasp.
"I need … I need more."
I stretch her gently, twisting and lifting my fingers. I work them in and out slowly. "Like this?"
"No." She grabs my wrist, stopping me. Her eyes are wild, desperate. "I need more… Your cock inside me right now."
Fuck. Those words in that voice could make me do anything.
I withdraw my hand and reach for my belt, but she beats me to it.
Her fingers work quickly, undoing my belt and pants with surprising dexterity for someone trembling with need.
She takes time to feel the outline of my cock through my pants.
She runs her hand from my base to the top.
Licks her lips. Closes her eyes and lets out a coo of appreciation, or is it anticipation?
Meredith frees me, and her eyes widen slightly.
She wraps her hand around my cock, and I hiss through my teeth at the sensation of her soft palm against me.
Soft, delicate, a light touch. Not a practiced firm grip.
I have to close my eyes and think about security protocols to keep from embarrassing myself.
When I open them again, she's lifted herself up, positioning herself above me. I hook my fingers in her panties, hooking them to the side instead of trying to remove them completely in this confined space.
She sinks down slowly, taking me inch by inch. The tight, wet heat of her engulfs me, and I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks. I can't help the groan that escapes me as she takes me all the way.
"Fuck," I growl, staring up at her. "You feel so fucking good."
She settles, still for a moment, adjusting to my girth. Her skin is flushed and sweaty, her lipstick smeared on her cheek, some mascara runs down.
And, ‘fuck’, I think to myself, Meredith remains the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on.
"Look at you, baby. Taking me so well."
When she starts to move, I think I might die.
She rises and falls in a slow rhythm that has me grinding my teeth with the effort not to thrust up into her.
The sight of my cock disappearing into her body, then reappearing smoothly, sliding out, soaked, slick.
Hearing the soft sounds she makes with each movement, the way her breasts bounce slightly, and our flesh slapping.
She grabs at her breasts, and scissors her nipples between her fingers.
Throws her had back, exposing her elegant neck.
It's too much and not enough.
"That's it, baby." I suck on the sensitive spot on the side of her neck while guiding her hips. "Just like that."
Her movements become more confident as she finds what feels good. I thrust up to meet her, and she gasps when I hit a spot deep inside.
"There?" I ask, doing it again.
"Yes. God, yes. There, yeah!"
I establish a steady rhythm, driving up into her while pulling her down onto me. The car rocks slightly with our movements. In here, every sensation is amplified—the skin-on-skin slapping sounds, our ragged breathing, the occasional squeak of leather.
My muscles contract with the need for release, but I can't. Heat courses through me, and I don't know how long I can stave off my own orgasm.
I lean forward to take her nipple in my mouth and suck, and she cries out, her inner muscles clench around me. I can feel her getting close, her movements become erratic and less coordinated.
"That's it," I say against her skin. "Come for me like a good girl."
Her rhythm falters as the words hit her, and her eyes fly open. "Say that again, Cole."
Something hot and primal surges through me at her response. I tighten my grip on her hips, taking control of her movements.
"Come for me," I say, slower this time, watching her face. "Like a good girl."
She shudders, her thighs tremble against mine. I say it again, rougher, "Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock so well."
Her reaction is immediate and intense. She throws her head back, her pussy clenches rhythmically around me as she comes apart.
I hold her steady through it, continuing to thrust up into her, matching her rhythm, prolonging her pleasure.
She shudders, shakes, and tightens all over.
Her eyes burn into mine. She thrusts her chin forward and bites her lips. Hard.
As she's coming down, something shifts in her expression. The vulnerability is replaced by something stronger, more determined. She loops her arms around my neck, and as our mouths come together, she bites my bottom lip lightly.
"My turn," she says, and the authority in her voice sends a jolt straight to my cock.
She takes control of the pace, rising and falling on me with new purpose, her hips doing magical things. Meredith's arms tighten around my neck as she uses them for leverage. Gone is the hesitant woman who doubted her appeal.
In her place is a goddess claiming what's hers.
"Fuck, Meredith," I groan, transfixed by the sight of her riding me. "Good girl, go!"
The space is tight for this—my head occasionally brushes the roof, her knees dig into the leather seat on either side of my thighs—but we make it work. She finds a rhythm that has me seeing stars, sheathing me tighter, deeper with each downward motion.
I'm completely at her mercy, and I fucking love it. My hands roam her body, squeeze her ass, stroke her breasts, my thumb returns to her clit to help her toward another peak. It helps immediately. Her hips whip and shake.
"You feel so good," I tell her, the words spill out uncensored. "So tight, so perfect. Taking my cock like you were made for it."
Her movements become more frantic as she chases her second release. I can feel my own approaching, a tightening at the base of my spine.
"That's it," I say, working her clit faster. "Take what you want. Show me how you ride my cock."
She's magnificent above me—hair wild, skin flushed, lips parted as she pants with exertion. When she comes again, she takes me with her. Her pussy clamps down, then tightens, milking my release as I thrust up into her one final time, emptying myself with a hoarse, uncontrolled, “Mereeedith”.
Meredith collapses against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we both struggle to catch our breath. Panting, my heart pounds against my ribs so hard I'm sure she can feel it.
The car is stifling now, the windows completely fogged, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. But I don't want to move. Don't want to let her go. I stroke her back, press my lips to her temple, marveling at how perfectly she fits against me. How we fit together.
And that's when it hits me … a truth I've been denying for too long.
I'm completely, irrevocably in love with her. It's not just want, lust, or even affection. It's everything. She's everything.
I tighten my arms around her, overwhelmed by a realization. I don't say it … not yet. But I feel it, bone-deep and terrifying in its intensity.
We stay like that for long minutes, tangled together in the backseat, her head on my chest, my arms around her. Eventually, her breathing evens out, and she lifts her head to look at me.
"You're really mine now," I say, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
She chuckles, a sound of pure contentment that warms me from the inside. "I've always been yours, Cole. You just didn't know it yet."
She's right. All this time, I've been fighting what was inevitable. Meredith's been mine since the moment I first laid eyes on her. And I've been hers just as long.
I pull her closer, letting this truth settle over me like a benediction.
And together, we breathe. I whisper, “In for four, hold for seven...” She stops me, suddenly slapping my cheeks with her palms, and kisses me. Deeply. Passionately.