17. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
Cole
"Enough," I say, and I know it's not what I should've said.
"Yes, sir," she says, and there's nothing sweet about her tone.
I should tell her we're not doing anything tonight. That I'm just going to go.
That's what I should do.
But her words sear into my mind. My body tenses, and I go still.
I can tell immediately that she's shocked herself with those words as well. Intended as a joke, but maybe not so much anymore.
And damn it, the obvious interest in her eyes, the way she licks her lips, the slight flush on her cheeks.
It's all too much.
Telling her my preferences was supposed to turn her away from me. Make her want to get back into bed and lock the damn doors.
It wasn't supposed to pique an interest in her—a curiosity.
A desire to see exactly how much she can take .
A desire to push her.
"Annie," I say, trying to keep the gravel out of my voice.
"Yes?"
She's too fucking innocent, and yet there's a gleam in her eyes, the same one she had when she told me she wanted me to fuck her.
I swallow, and I feel the battle raging inside me.
I should leave. I should do the right thing and go.
But her eyes are locked on mine, and the need is rising inside me. The need to dominate her, to make her mine, to take her.
"Tell me you want this," I say, the words leaving my mouth without conscious thought.
"I want this." She doesn't hesitate.
I should stop.
I grip her chin and force her face up.
"Look at me," I command.
"I'm looking at you," she says.
"You want this?"
"Yes," she breathes.
"You want me to fuck you, Annie?"
"God, yes."
My hand slides from her chin to the side of her neck where I wrap it very lightly. No pressure, but I can feel her throat working nervously under my thumb.
Nerves, I can handle. Fear is a deal breaker.
"You want me to be your first?"
She bites her lip and nods.
"Say it," I command.
"I want you to be my first."
The words send a jolt through me, and the last of my control snaps.
I crush my mouth to hers, my tongue sliding against hers as I taste her. She's sweet and hot, and the taste is better than anything I could've imagined.
She moans, her fingers gripping my hair, and her hips move, her body seeking friction.
She wants this.
She needs it.
I grab her waist and roll her over, pinning her to the bed. My mouth is on hers, and my hands are everywhere.
"I'm going to make you feel so fucking good," I say against her lips.
She whimpers and arches into me, pressing her body against mine .
I groan, and the sound seems to spur her on.
Her hands slide down my chest and stomach.
"Fuck," she whispers, her fingers trailing along the lines of my abs.
"I'm not even going to pretend you aren't a fucking fantasy come true," she says, and the blunt words send a jolt of lust through me.
I chuckle.
"I bet you have women throwing themselves at you left and right," she says.
I lean down and capture her lips in a kiss. She gasps and arches into me, and I grind my cock against her.
She groans, and the sound drives me wild.
"Fuck, you feel good," I say against her mouth.
"I want you."
"Good," I growl, my hand traveling under her shirt and over her stomach.
I cup her breast, and she moans, her hips rocking against mine.
"So responsive," I murmur.
I brush my thumb over her nipple, and she cries out, arching into me.
"God, yes," she gasps.
I lean down and press my mouth to the curve of her neck.
"Do you like that?" I ask.
"Yes."
"What about this?" I tug on her earlobe, and she shivers.
"Y-yes," she stutters.
"Do you want more?" I murmur, my teeth grazing her skin.
"Please. Give me more."
The word sends a bolt of dark pleasure into me. She can't possibly know how much that single word affects me.
"Take off your shirt," I say, leaning back and sitting up.
Annie looks at me for a moment, almost uncertain, nearly shy.
No room for that tonight.
"Now," I order.
She blinks and then complies, pulling her sleep shirt over her head.
"Good girl," I say, taking in her creamy skin and flushed cheeks.
Her eyes widen at the praise, and I make a note.
"You're so beautiful," I say, my hand moving over her skin, touching, teasing.
She shivers and bites her lip, her eyes fluttering closed .
"Don't close your eyes," I command.
She obeys instantly, and a sense of satisfaction goes through me.
"Good girl," I say, testing the phrase again and cupping her breast.
And again, she reacts to it, shivering and pressing closer to me.
She likes praise, and I'm more than happy to give it to her.
I lean down and lick her nipple, and she gasps, her back arching.
"Cole," she moans.
I groan, my dick throbbing in response.
Hearing her say my name is even better than I imagined.
I flick my tongue over her nipple, and she gasps and tangles her fingers in my hair.
"More," she pants.
I pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting, and she writhes beneath me.
"Yes, Cole. God, yes."
The sound of her cries drives me on, and I tease her nipple, loving the way she reacts.
I pull back and admire the rosy bud, hard and wet from my mouth.
"Beautiful," I say, brushing my thumb over her other nipple.
I lean down and bite her nipple gently, and she cries out.
"Cole, oh my God, Cole."
I smile and reach down and run my fingers along her stomach, then hook them into her shorts.
"These are in the way," I say, tugging them down.
She lifts her hips, and I yank them off, tossing them onto the floor.
"So gorgeous," I murmur, admiring her.
"Stop," she whines.
"Stop what?"
"Being all... sweet and nice."
"Oh?"
"I can't take it."
"Are you going to come already, Annie? Just from having your nipples sucked?"
She whimpers.
"Do you like having your nipples played with, baby? Is that it?"
She moans and tosses her head to the side.
"Look at me," I command, and she meets my gaze.
"Do you like it?" I ask again, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
"God, yes."
"So sensitive," I murmur, watching the pleasure on her face.
"Please," she gasps.
"Please what?"
"Touch me," she begs.
"I am touching you."
She whimpers. "You know where."
"I don't know where," I tease. "You have to tell me."
She lets out a frustrated moan and rocks her hips.
"Please," she says, her voice soft.
"Use your words, Annie." I say it as a soft command.
She hisses, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I trail my fingers down over her ribs, and she sucks in a breath.
But before reaching the promised land, I stop and slide them back up.
She groans in frustration when I brush my thumb over her nipple.
"Cole, please," she gasps. "Touch my pussy, please. "
"There's a good girl," I say.
She gasps and shudders, her eyes flying open.
"You like it when I call you that, don't you?"
She bites her lip, but a moment later, nods.
"What did I just finish saying?" I say, a warning note in my voice.
After a moment of hesitation, Annie whispers, "Yes, I like it when you call me that."
"Good girl," I say and immediately slide my finger over her clit, rendering her unable to respond.
She gasps, and I repeat the motion, teasing the little bud.
"Cole," she moans, her back arching.
I slide my fingers over her and press two inside her pussy.
"God, you're soaked," I growl. "I can't wait to get my mouth on you—taste you right here." To emphasize, I press my fingers deeper, making her gasp and cling to me.
"But we have time for that," I say, slowly withdrawing my soaked fingers.
"Wait," she gasps.
But all I do is bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean, tasting her.
Her eyes are wide, and her mouth is open .
"Mm, delicious."
Her cheeks go pink, and she stares at me.
"Don't believe me?" I ask.
She shakes her head.
"Let me show you," I say, leaning down and kissing her.
She groans as soon as my tongue touches hers, and I let her taste herself.
She shivers, and when I pull back, her eyes are dark with lust.
"Delicious, right?"
She just looks at me, unsure.
I raise an eyebrow. "I guess I have to show you just how delicious you are to me."
Without giving her a chance to respond, I streak down her body and settle between her legs.
"What are you—?"
Before she can finish, my tongue is on her pussy, licking her.
"Fuck," she gasps, and her legs clamp around my head.
I grip her hips, keeping her still.
"Open. Open your legs all the way for me," I order.
She obeys after a moment, and I reward her with another slow stroke of my tongue.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she pants.
"So sensitive," I murmur against her pussy, and the vibration sends a shiver through her.
"Oh God, Cole," she moans.
"Does that feel good?" I ask, looking up at her.
"Yes," she practically squeals.
"Did it feel this good when you touched yourself earlier?"
Her eyes widen, and she gapes at me.
"You were touching yourself, weren't you?"
She whimpers, and I suck her clit, and she cries out, her body tensing.
"Yes," she gasps. "I was going to. Almost. Not yet."
"Hmmm," I say, knowing the vibrations would set her off. "So, you haven't even come yet tonight."
"No," she says, and the needy, breathless way she says it is almost enough to make me come on the spot.
"Were you imagining this?"
"I—" She chokes off with a gasp as I suck her clit.
"Tell me, Annie," I say, and she groans, her hips bucking.
"Y-yes, I was imagining this," she gasps.
I reward her honesty with a finger, pressing it inside her, and she moans.
"Cole, God, I can't—"
"Shh," I say, curling my finger and stroking her g-spot.
Her hips lift, and I use my free hand to keep her still.
She's babbling, and I keep sucking her clit, stroking her g-spot, bringing her higher and higher and higher.
And just when she's at the very top and about to go flying over the edge...
I stop.
"What—no, no, no," Annie whimpers, her body shaking, her chest heaving. "Please, no. Cole."
"Shh," I say, sliding up her body.
I grab her chin and turn her face to me.
"Look at me, Annie," I command, and her eyes meet mine.
"Cole," she pleads.
"Shh," I murmur, and lean down, brushing my lips against hers.
She moans and surges forward, but I keep it light, teasing, just a hint of a touch.
"Please," she whispers.
"Please, what?"
"Make me come. "
"You'll come," I say, and her body relaxes for a moment, until I continue. "When I decide you can come."
She whimpers and opens her mouth to protest, but I shake my head.
"You said you wanted this, right?" I say.
Her eyes are wide, and her lips tremble, but a second later, she nods.
"Then this is how it is, Annie," I say. "I decide when you come."
I lean down and kiss her, hard and deep, and she whimpers and moans against my mouth.
When I pull back, her eyes are dark and unfocused, and a shudder goes through her.
"Understand?" I ask, and she blinks and nods.
"I won't remind you again," I say patiently.
"Yes," she says, stumbling over the word. "I understand."
"Good girl," I say, and she shivers again, her lips parting.
I smirk and slide down her body again.
"Think you're ready to continue," I murmur and close my mouth over her pussy again.
"Another wh—oh God," she cuts off, her body tensing, as my mouth closes over her pussy again.