Chapter 11
Chapter eleven
Noelle
A moment passes in complete silence, the only sound of our breathing and hammering heartbeats.
Cole’s eyes meet mine, soft and filled with something I can’t quite place. With a start, I realize he’s waiting for something—my permission.
I told him I wouldn’t do this if it didn’t mean anything to him, but the truth is, I don’t really care. He could easily lie and say it does, and I’d be none the wiser. We’ve long past the point of no return now, and my ache for him is too great to get caught up in rationality.
And so I nod.
His face dips to my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. His massive body is rock-solid and tense underneath my touch, like it’s taking every scrap of his willpower to keep himself in check. It’s cute and thrilling all at once.
“Are you sure about this?” Cole asks between nips, voice strained. “It’s not too late. We can forget this whole thing, right now. Just say the word.”
There is no drug in this world that could ever make us forget this night, and I think he knows that. There is nothing that could make me want to forget, either.
The feel of his fingertips digging into my skin makes me ache for him in a way that I have never felt before, and his eyes…
The way he looks at me, like I’m the only thing worth looking at, the only thing that matters in this cruel world. That look has always been there. I know that now. I was just too young and dumb to see it before.
“Never.” I slide my hands behind his neck and pull him closer while his lips continue to explore my skin, needing to feel every part of him pressed into my body. I hope tonight never ends. “I want this. All of it.”
A roguish grin spreads on his lips when he lowers me down onto my back, the heat of the flames warm against my cheek. Cole’s eyes travel down my body, drinking in the sight. But I’m done waiting.
I bunch the fabric of his shirt into my fist and pull him down before crashing my lips into his, catching him by surprise. It’s frenzied and rough and filled with longing, and it’s real. I can’t believe it’s real.
Cole’s fingers slide down my thigh before hooking it over his back, leaving but a few scraps of fabric between my core and his throbbing cock.
My breathing shallows at the feeling of his length pressed against my skin.
He’s much bigger than anyone—or any toy—I’ve had before.
How on earth am I going to make this work?
I must be making a face, as Cole says with a grin, “Don’t worry, Honey. It’ll fit.”
“Easy for you to say,” I moan as his fingers slide down to my panties, dragging along my slit. “You’re not the one who has to take it.”
Cole laughs, a warm, gentle thing that makes my heart glow. “If that were possible you would have made me take it many times over.”
He gives my clit the tiniest of flicks, earning another moan from my lips. My panties are soaked with water and anticipation alike, and he licks his lips at the feeling of it beneath his touch.
A smirk pulls at his lips at my reaction, and he continues teasing me at an agonizingly slow pace while his lips leave a trail of kisses down my chest. I bite my lip as I watch him work, only a few inches from where I want him most. Desperate for release, I buck my hips to force his hand, putting a delicious amount of friction on my aching clit.
Cole shakes his head with a sharp tsk. “I have dreamed of this moment for many years, Noelle. I’m not going to rush it.”
“Then can you at least do a better job at it?” I groan, bucking my hips again. He bursts out laughing before stealing a kiss.
His fingers slide along my ribcage before meeting at my spine, unzipping my dress in one smooth tug. Anticipation runs wild through my veins, the mere promise of his touch putting an arch in my back.
He drops the straps of my dress and it falls to my hips, revealing the lacy black underwear I put on just for him. He swallows, breathless and wide-eyes, as he takes me in.
I know better, but still I hope he never stops looking at me like this. Like I’m something precious, a prize to rival the Cup. Like he’d never want anyone but me.
“Do you like it?” I ask, running a finger along the edge of my lacy bra. I lied, of course, when I told him I wasn’t wearing one. It was tight, but I made it work.
Cole throws his head back with a groan. “You’re killing me. Is this just for me?”
I take my lower lip between my teeth with a nod.
Cole swears a storm under his breath, his gaze fixed on my body.
In one smooth movement he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing those delicious abs I’ve dreamed about many times, and throws it to the side.
His pants follow soon after, though his boxers remain. Such a tease.
He helps me up before helping me out of my dress, and for a moment we just are. Almost naked, taking each other in, reveling in the fantasy coming to life. Slow, Cole shakes his head.
“I don’t tell you nearly enough how fucking gorgeous you are,” he says in a low, strained voice. “Fuck, Noelle. I’m close just looking at you.”
It’s a compliment better than anything I’ve ever gotten, but I don’t want it. I want him to touch me, feel him inside me. Do all the things that I’ve dreamed about doing with him and more. We can never go back to being just friends, that much is clear. Might as well enjoy this to the fullest.
I drag a slow finger up my slit, his eyes watching me like a hawk. “That would be a shame, wouldn’t it?”
Cole’s blue eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, and a shiver runs through me at the sight of him licking his lips. “A real fucking shame.”
He kisses me with such urgency it makes me dizzy, every cell in my body firing on all cylinders as it tries to distinguish fantasy from reality. And when his breath tickles my ear, it takes every ounce of my strength not to whimper. “Can I touch you?”
“Please.”
“Good girl.”
Cole’s fingers are curious and gentle as he explores the curves of my body, taking his sweet time with every inch like he’s building a map of me in his brain.
I’m so wet already, my clit throbbing and screaming for attention, but Cole is dead-set on taking his time like he promised he would. He’s always been a man of his word, it’s one of the things I love most about him. But right now, it’s biting me in the ass.
His lips find mine before traveling down my jaw and throat. Clever fingers make fast work of my bra and toss it to the side just in time for his mouth to play with my nipples, sucking and licking and circling all at once.
My need only grows, but the promise of what is ahead keeps me right on the edge of my sanity, just enough to keep from taking matters into my own hands.
Butterfly kisses to my soft skin make me laugh, drawing an appreciative hum from him. I’ve never laughed during sex before, or even felt this comfortable. Confident, even. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised it’s Cole that brings it out in me. I only feel truly like myself when he’s close.
A mischievous grin spreads on Cole’s face when he takes the lace of my underwear between his teeth and starts to pull it down, his eyes holding my gaze with surprising softness.
What is going through his mind right now? Is he dying from anticipation like me, trying to give me a good show before he takes me? Or is he masking just the smallest hint of regret?
He tugs my panties down my ankles with a wink before letting it fall to the floor, leaving me exposed and aching for him. His gaze locks on my glistening cunt, eyes dark and dripping with barely controlled lust. When I spread my legs a little wider, he groans like I’ve just shot him.
“I’m the luckiest fucking bastard in the world,” Cole says softly. My heart glows with a leap—if he’s acting, it’s a damn good performance.
I reach out my hand to guide him down but he jumps up, shaking out his bad leg for only a moment before turning back to me. Hooking his arms under my legs and back, he lifts me into the air with the ease of someone lifting a newborn puppy.
Cole meets my gaze, seemingly in no hurry to move, content to hold me forever.
“You should put me down. I could be worsening your injuries,” I say softly.
Cole scoffs, looking almost offended at my words. “I bench more than twice your weight multiple times a week. You weigh nothing to me.”
“But still more than your other girls,” I say, and immediately wish I hadn’t. My insecurities aren’t his problem, and I really don’t want him to be thinking about those girls right now. I want this to be about us, just for one night.
“You’re the only one who matters, Noelle,” Cole says, and kisses me to prove it. “If you feel too self-conscious to enjoy this, we can stop. But don’t for a second think your body is a turn-off for me.”
Something about the way he says it gives me pause, like he really means it. “Promise?”
His face softens. “I promise, from the bottom of my heart. I’m bursting at the seams to taste you, to feel you. But I won’t do it if you think this is anything other than a dream come true for me. You are a dream come true.”
I run my hand through his hair before bringing it down to touch his cheek. “Prove it.”
“Gladly,” Cole smiles.
He lays me down on the couch and drops to his knees at my feet. He must be in excruciating pain—I’ve seen the x-rays—and yet there’s not a single wince, no groan or even a labored breath. He is too preoccupied with me to remember he’s physically falling apart.
I’m about to tell him to put a pillow under his knees when he swirls his tongue around my clit, stealing the words from my lips.
My back arches in a ripple of pleasure and his eyes fall closed as he gets lost in the movements, his hand splayed out over the lowest part of my belly to keep me in place while he teases his fingers into me.
Like I’d willingly stop him from touching me, now that I finally have him where I want him.
I rake my fingers through his hair, grabbing him as my release builds. When those bright blue eyes meet mine, I plummet over the edge of heaven. I’m vaguely aware I scream his name, but I can’t bring myself to care.
Not when it’s him.
I’m barely regaining my bearings when I feel Cole align himself with me, his dick teasing my folds until it’s coated and dripping with my slick.
“No,”
I say, breathless, and jerk my chin towards the wall of windows overlooking the town. “There.”
Cole blinks. “Are you sure? People could see you.”
“Let them,” I smile. “I want you to take me the way you’ve been fantasizing about.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. He lifts me up again, though it’s hard to ignore his wince this time—I knew kneeling was a bad idea—and gently sets me down on the pillow covered bench against the window.
Stepping back, he starts humming a stripper tune and starts to dance accordingly, making a show of taking off his underwear.
I’m not sure where he got a condom, but he got in on it in a flash without missing a beat of his dance.
The whole thing is so ridiculous it makes me laugh hard enough for tears to crowd my eyes.
A self-satisfied smirk crosses his face when Cole takes me in, like it was his mission to make me laugh as hard as possible.
I wouldn’t put it past him—he knows my entire body tenses when I feel nervous, and if I’m going to take him, I need to be as relaxed as possible.
A warm feeling overtakes me at the thought.
Leave it to Cole to be the guy you only read about in fiction.
I beckon him closer and he is all too happy to comply, crashing his lips into mine with such passion I think I might bruise. Pulling him closer, I open my legs so he fits, his rock-hard erection pressed into the soft of my belly. The feeling of it makes my mouth go dry.
Cole’s still kissing me when he teases the tip of his cock over my throbbing clit, again covering it in my slick before sliding in slowly, using slow, long thrusts to make my body adjust to him until he’s buried to the hilt.
He continues his lazy thrusts, making sure I’m comfortable, but it doesn’t take long for me to start begging him to go faster.
He pulls out completely. With a kiss he flips me over, a moan leaving my lips when my nipples connect with the cold glass and he slides in again. His hands rest on my hips, holding me steady on the bench while he uses my cunt.
“Look how well you’re taking me,” Cole grunts. “You’re giving the people quite a show.”
I’m barely coherent when I say, “I bet you like that.”
He lowers his face so his lips are right by my ear, his strained breaths making my clit throb harder. “More than anything. I want them all to know exactly who you belong to.”
Who you belong to. This is enough to send me over the edge, my walls clenching down around him, making his size even more noticeable. He’s close, I can feel it, and he flips me back over to face him as his thrusts become more erratic.
His eyes are intense as they meet my gaze and he kisses me like never before, burying himself deep inside of me as he reaches his high. He moans against my lips, the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, and the feeling of him moving and pulsing inside of me nearly sets me off again.
I throw my arms around him, needing him to keep kissing me as I ride him out, longing for a confirmation that this is real. When I come again, he curses with a groan before sliding out.
My cunt is pulsing and red with abuse when Cole stares at it, leaning down to give it one final torturous kiss. I yawn when he takes me into his arms again, his kiss much more gentle this time, and carries me up to the bedroom.
He throws me down with a laugh and for a moment I think he might fuck me to sleep, but then he disappears into the bathroom to retrieve a damp washcloth. His moves are strategic and gentle, every touch making me want another.
And when I’m clean and warmly dressed in his clothes he pulls the covers up to my chin, holding me to his chest until we both drift off to sleep.