Chapter 16 #3
He grinned as I scowled at him. “I thought you wanted me to stop?” He pushed himself off the bed, and stripped his jeans and briefs off in one go. Naked, he straightened, and rummaged in the pocket of his cut, discarded on the floor.
“After I came, wasn’t that clear?” I protested. “What are you looking for?”
“These,” he muttered, and pulled a box from his pocket. Condoms. He ripped the clear plastic around the box with his teeth, and pulled out a string of condoms, tearing the top one off.
“You just carry them around in your jacket? Just in case?” I wondered.
My curiosity about how much of a player Cole really was, considering how mysterious his reputation was, wouldn’t stop me from going through with this.
A hurricane right outside the door wouldn’t stop me at this point.
I was having this man, but it would still be nice to know.
Cole chuckled. “I bought these on the way home tonight. I didn’t have any and haven’t in… a while. Had to go to three fucking places to get the right size.”
He smoothed the condom down his straining dick. I eyed it, suddenly feeling a little apprehensive.
“Let me guess. Extra wide?” I murmured, and he laughed deep in his chest.
“So, why’d you go out of your way to buy them tonight?” I prodded as he tossed the wrapper and knelt back on the bed. His hand landed on my ankle, and he pulled me toward him down the bed like I was a feather.
“Because you, little sneak, were in my house, and I didn’t plan on letting you leave without finishing what we’d started the other night in my office.
But you already know that, right?” he mused, settling over me and urging my legs up to grip his hips.
I felt the latex-covered head of him prodding at my entrance. I tilted my hips to let him in.
I nodded, suddenly feeling a little shy.
“You like the fact that you were in my head while I was working, walking around at the bar, imagining dragging you into my bed?”
“Hmm,” I managed.
“Were you watching out for me? Waiting for me?” he murmured, his lips against my ear now. His dick was about halfway inside and it already felt like I was being split in two.
“Tell me, Isabelle. Were you waiting for me, like I’ve been waiting for you?”
“Yes, I-I was waiting,” I panted as he sank deeper into me. I cried out when his hips met mine and he was sunk inside me so deep, I couldn’t tell where he started and I ended.
He lifted his head and smiled at me, a triumphant thing, and then his lips met mine, and he pulled out and thrust back in.
I clung onto his shoulders as he fucked me hard. He was just as big, burly and all-consuming as I’d imagined he’d be. His hands were everywhere, holding me close, bending and twisting me, while his cock relentlessly fucked me.
I couldn’t take it for too long. I’d just come. I was too worked up. I was going to scream, and lose it, and completely embarrass myself.
Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing had ever come close. When this man was inside me, it felt like electricity was crackling along my skin.
“You’re going to come, Issy, aren’t you, sweetheart? I can fucking feel it,” Cole muttered thickly.
I nodded. My throat felt tight, and my eyes were stinging. Was I going to cry, the sex was so good? Just when I thought I couldn’t humiliate myself more around this guy, I seemed to find a way.
But he just stroked my hair back from my sweating forehead, and pressed his temple to mine.
“Come then, Goldilocks, I want you to come. Come like a good girl, all over my cock. Come for me.”
His hands cupped my face, tender and at odds with the punishing thrusts of his cock.
I arched into him, finally giving myself permission to fall apart.
He pressed his lips to my forehead and gathered me close as I screamed my orgasm.
My mouth crushed against his throat, and my whole body pulsed.
I felt the artery in his neck pumping against my lips, his heart pressed against mine.
I felt connected to another person in a way I’d never felt before.
“Well done, you did so well. You’re so perfect at that, my good, good girl.”
His weight was held just off me, not crushing but comforting somehow. His cock was still deep inside me. I slowly surfaced through the sea of bliss I’d sunk into.
He traced his fingers down my cheek and then down my neck.
That hand ringed my neck loosely, and it felt good to have that weight there.
I felt untethered from the world, and my responsibilities.
My ever-increasing failures and the ticking clock that was counting down my days of freedom.
Right here in this moment, I wasn’t in charge of any of that, and I didn’t have to worry. I was free.
I beamed up at Cole, caught up in that moment of peace and pleasure.
“You liked that, sweetheart? You came hard?” he mused, running hungry eyes over my features.
I nodded again, and his hand pressed more firmly against my neck.
“Now what?” I murmured, still floating.
“Now,” he said, pulling his cock from me, and then sinking back in, “it’s my turn.”