35. LANE
LANE
“Do you trust me?” I ask Cora, looking up into her devastatingly blue eyes. The ones that used to taunt me in my nightmares, but after tonight, maybe they’ll be in my dreams instead.
She nods her head, running her fingers through my hair—something I'll never get sick of.
Tilting my head, I growl, “Need you to say it, baby.”
“I trust you, Lane.” Her words sound sure, not an ounce of hesitancy, and fuck… I feel like I could fly. I know, deep in my bones, that this is reckless, but we’ll figure this out. There’s no way being with someone that feels this right can be wrong.
I’m a fucking sap. Alarm bells go off in my head and I don’t care.
My hands grip Cora’s hips, turning her body so her back is facing me. When my fingers move to the top of her leggings. I grab them and pull them down quickly, and her perfect ass has my dick straining against my pants. I lightly bite one of her ass cheeks and hear the moan escape my lips.
I take off her leggings and rake my hands up over her skin, starting at her calves and moving to her round ass, then to her hips. Her skin pebbles beneath my hands. Slowly, I pull her, spreading my legs farther, as she stands with her back to my chest.
My fingers dance along the front of her smooth, black panties. When I rub my palm down her center, Cora falls back into me, her short and shallow breaths spurring me on. One of my hands grips her thigh and the other dips into the band of her panties.
I brush past her clit and my fingers are soaked. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
She nods but I make her vocalize it. “Tell me.”
“I’m ready for you, Lane.”
My name on her lips is like a fucking gift.
I slowly insert both fingers, letting the pressure of my palm press on her clit. Her muscles flex with each pump. My hand moves painfully slow, stretching her until I can add a third finger.
“Oh, fuck,” she whines.
I fuck her with my hand and smile into her shoulder, biting it as her hand holds herself up on my thigh. Her nails dig into me as I bring her closer and closer. The heat between her legs is something I’ll never get over.
“Are you going to come for me? In the penalty box?” I tease Cora as I dig my hand into the inside of her thigh. Her hips move a little and she’s pressing against my hard cock. Fuck, I’m going to make a mess.
My hand goes from her thigh, up underneath her shirt, and then I’m cupping one of her tits. Squeezing her hard and waiting nipple, I keep pumping my fingers, rubbing her clit with my palm.
I squeeze the bud and press just a touch harder, which has her gasping, my name falling from her lips. And then she’s reaching for breath, like she did that first night, and I know she’s about to unravel.
Her whines start to build on top of one another until she’s coming on my fingers, grabbing my forearm and guiding me through her orgasm.
Cora rides the waves and I feel her core tighten and release over and over again.
Her body shakes and I have to hold back from switching spots and putting my tongue where my fingers are.
The way she’s strangling my fingers, squeezing my leg like she can’t hold herself up, it’s what sends me over the edge. And suddenly I’m coming in my pants from her fucking sounds. I groan into her, feeling the warmth spread through my briefs.
When Cora stops moving and my balls quit tightening, she lets me have all of her weight. I pull my hand from her panties. She stands, pulls her leggings up, then sits next to me on the bench.
Looking at the wet spot on my pants, she covers her mouth and giggles, “I’m sorry, we didn’t get to—”
I put a finger to her lips. “Don’t you dare apologize. That’s what you do to me, Cora.”
When I take the finger from her lips, I put it under her chin and put a kiss to her lips. This one is less frantic than before. At first, it was like I was waiting for her to change her mind. Now, I know she isn’t.
“There’s no going back. You know that, right?” I question. Her gaze is sharp and bright, the type of blue when the sunlight catches the ice.
She closes her eyes, smiling, and then pops them back open. “You promise?”
The moment shifts, like she’s begging me.
“I promise.”
And I know I’ll do just about anything to keep it.