Chapter 16 #2
Heat burned through me at the hot look in Cole’s eyes. I didn’t need to look down to know he was turned on. The energy overwhelmed the room. I was sweating.
“A milkshake? It’s not the 1950s. That’s not what college kids do on dates anymore. You are so old,” I teased him before I could question the wisdom of it.
His mouth twitched again and then he was chuckling. The sound only made me wetter. God, he was hot.
He grinned at me and shook his head, like he’d never encountered anyone so precious and amusing. It wasn’t a bad feeling at all. In fact, I really fucking liked it.
“It’s true. I don’t know what you young people do on dates… or any people, really. I don’t date. I’m not the kind of man who puts on a tie and takes you out to a fancy restaurant. I don’t live that way.”
He had trapped me against the bed, just like he had with the desk in his office. Just the thought of that encounter had my panties drenched.
He reached up and cupped my cheek. “I don’t have perfect manners, and I don’t have a refined palate.
I don’t know shit about fine art, or fucking stock markets.
I’d live in the woods before I lived in luxury.
I don’t need any of that shit. I don’t care for it at all.
But, correct me if I’m wrong… I have a feeling you like that. ”
His thumb slid along my cheek, back and forth, before passing over my lips.
Instinctively, I parted them, and his thumb pressed inside.
His eyes were bright as I sucked on the tip, running my tongue over the digit, a thrill racing down my spine.
This man made me feel like someone else.
The strong, confident woman I’d always wanted to be.
“Tell me if I’m right, little sneak… or if you want to go back downstairs and hit the malt shop with Tyler.” His lips curved in a smirk, because it was clear who I wanted.
He pulled his thumb from my lips and clasped my chin in a firm pinch.
“Tell me, Isabelle, if you were waiting to see if I was coming back here for you tonight.”
This was a bad idea. Terrible. I knew it rationally, at the same time as I knew that I was going to disconnect my brain, and do whatever the hell I wanted.
The message from my father sat in my phone, slithering like a venomous snake poised to strike and steal my future.
I might not have a lot of time to do what I wanted to do…
… but I had tonight, and no one could take it from me.
“Yes, I was waiting,” I found myself saying, like I had no dignity whatsoever. Around this man, I really didn’t seem to have any. “Were you waiting for me?” I babbled. It didn’t really make sense, but Cole nodded, regardless.
“Yes. All fucking week, Goldilocks. You’ve made me wait,” he said slowly. My heart raced at his words. He’d been waiting for me after our last encounter? Had he wanted me to show up at the bar again? I was ridiculously flattered by the thought. God, I had it bad, already.
“You sneak around my office, tell me you want me, get on your fucking knees and drink my cum down like it’s your favorite smoothie, and then… nothing. You’ve made me wait, Isabelle.” His voice was almost surprised.
“And now?” I murmured, caught in his spell.
“And now…” his lips turned up again, slow and sexy. “Now, I’m done.”
He reached down and pulled his T-shirt off, tossing it aside.
I stared at his body. It was nearly too much to take in at once. He was inked to hell and back, but the designs never took away from the raw strength of his torso. He was strong, and scarred and… beautiful.
I brought my hand up to his chest. Just to the right of his heart was a scar that looked awfully like a bullet hole. I passed my fingers over it, tracing the raised skin.
“You—you’ve been hurt a lot before,” I stumbled out. Suddenly my heart was racing not just with lust, but fear. The thought that this man, so alive, and fierce and unfiltered, could suddenly disappear from the world, was unbearable.
“Hmm, and I will be again. My life is dangerous; I’m sure you’ve guessed as much.”
“I don’t care,” I interrupted, suddenly feeling certain that he was talking himself out of hooking up again, and I already couldn’t stand the thought.
I’d already decided to let myself have this experience and deal with the consequences tomorrow.
The thought that he might turn me away was making me panic.
“I’m too old for you, Goldilocks. Ten years too old,” he continued in a low rumble.
“I don’t care,” I repeated. “I like it.” I wasn’t lying. There was something so confident and adult about Cole. The way he handled himself, and took care of his business.
“Besides, ten years is nothing,” I murmured, thinking for a second of Grant Elwick and his twenty-year gap.
He narrowed his eyes at me, trying to figure me out.
“What’s the game, beautiful? Tell me now, or I’ll find out later,” he said simply.
I swallowed hard. I couldn’t tell him the truth right now, it would ruin everything.
I could hardly admit I’d been trying to dig for info on him, and then expect anything to happen tonight, and suddenly, being touched by him didn’t feel optional.
It was a necessity. So, instead, I told him a partial truth.
“You. I just want you,” I admitted softly. It wasn’t a lie.
His jaw tightened, and it was the only sign that he knew I wasn’t telling the whole truth, and it pissed him off. He cupped my face.
“Then you’ll have me. Every single inch.”
His lips met mine, his tongue pushing immediately inside my mouth. I gasped at the intrusion, and he only kissed me harder. His skin felt like it was burning my hands when I pressed my palms against his bare chest.
We fell onto the bed. He kissed me, and held me against him.
We rolled back and forth, and I could feel his hard-on pressing into my middle.
I felt like I was burning inside. His fingers moved to the straps of my cami, and he tugged them down, strong fingers yanking my bra south.
Cool air hit my nipples, and then his mouth was closing around one, rubbing his tongue over it.
I shivered, scratching at his shoulders.
He moved from one breast to the other, rocking against me as he licked and nipped and sucked.
One of his big, tattooed hands moved down my belly and pushed under the waistband of my jeans.
“You like when I kiss your pretty little tits, Goldilocks?” Cole murmured, his stubble scraping across my skin, making it sing.
I nodded, only groaning in response.
His blunt fingers worked into my panties and pressed against my slick folds.
He made a low, rumbling sound in his chest that was almost a purr of satisfaction.
“Absolutely soaked… you don’t just like it, do you? You love it,” he said, and went back to lavishing my tits with his clever tongue.
I nodded again and he tutted.
“I’m going to need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”
“I love it,” I managed to get out right away, desperate for him to continue.
He hummed against my skin, rubbing his finger across my clit at the same time.
“Don’t tell me we’ve found somewhere that being a good girl comes naturally to you… at long last.”
“Fuck you,” I muttered, flushing at his grin. Maybe I did like the way he bossed me around in bed. Maybe I liked it a whole lot.
“Give me some time, Isabelle, I don’t plan on rushing,” he said simply, before leaning up.
Cool air hit my wet skin. He was kneeling above me, his hands tugging my jeans down with utter ruthlessness.
My panties went along with them. Then my bra and cami followed, yanked from where they’d been bunched around my waist.
I was completely naked.
“First, I want to see everything. Every single inch, remember?”
I didn’t have time to be embarrassed about how naked I was, because in the next second, he was lunging forward and lifting my knees over his shoulders. His face was perfectly aligned with my pussy, and he pinched my ass.
“Next, I want to taste and see if this cunt is as sweet as she smells.”
I had no time to react before he pressed his face against me, his tongue swiping up my slit.
He ate me like he was a starving man. He ate me like he could read my goddamn mind.
When something made me squirm, he did it more; when I gasped, he doubled down.
He learned exactly what I liked, and pushed me right over the edge with it.
I came in a rush of wetness, Cole’s tongue working through the entire thing.
I felt wrung out when I’d stopped coming, lying limply on the huge bed, staring at the wooden beams on the ceiling.
“That was…” I trailed off as I felt a thick finger press just inside me.
I blinked and looked down at him. He was slowly thrusting his finger into me, his eyes glued to my pussy.
“What are you doing?” I gasped as new pleasure snaked up my spine.
“Getting you ready for me. You think this tight little cunt can take me? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said with a smirk, propping his chin on my thigh and pushing a second finger inside me.
I gasped, raising my hips to let him in deeper.
“You have a high opinion of yourself,” I muttered.
“No, just excellent spatial awareness,” he murmured and leaned in and licked my clit, and made me gasp. “It’s a girth thing. You’ll see.” His voice sounded amused before he returned to sucking my clit.
“Very funny, ah!” I contracted around his fingers, still coming down from my orgasm, and now, on the cusp again.
“I-I can’t! I’m going to come again, I can’t!” My voice was a chant. I squirmed away from him, my heart pounding, pleasure rushing through every nerve ending.
Then Cole pulled his mouth away and slipped his fingers from me, and I nearly slapped him for the loss.