Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
COLE
For a second, Reine just stands there, eyes wide, lips parted, staring at my cock like she’s never seen one before. Her cheeks are bright red, but her gaze is so direct it short-circuits my brain. I flex, just a little, and her eyes follow the motion like she’s hypnotized.
“You think you can handle me, Montana?” I tease, but my voice comes out rougher than I mean it to, my chest tight from the way she’s looking at me.
She blinks, swallowing hard, then drags her gaze back up to my face. “I know I can.” She bites her lip, still staring, and the hunger in her eyes sends a jolt of electricity down my spine and straight to my balls.
I’m seconds from losing my goddamn mind.
I step forward, pressing her back against the bathroom counter, every muscle straining with the effort not to just bend her over right here and fuck her until she screams. But I promised myself I’d take it slow, give her exactly what she needs.
No matter how badly I want to skip straight to the main event.
Her nipples are hard and tight, pebbled from the cold air or maybe from the way I’m staring at them.
I reach up and brush my thumb across one, and she shivers, arching into my hand.
Fuck, she’s sensitive. I lean down and close my mouth around her nipple, sucking it gently, then biting just hard enough to make her gasp.
Her hands fly to my shoulders, nails digging in. I glance up, and she’s watching me with this wild, unguarded hunger that makes my cock throb so hard I nearly black out. She’s so goddamn beautiful it hurts.
I slide my hands down to her hips, then hook my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans.
The denim clings to her like a second skin, showing off every curve of her thighs and ass.
I pop the button, drag down the zipper, and push the jeans over her hips while she manages to kick off her boots.
The jeans hit the tile with a slap, and she stands there in nothing but a tiny scrap of black lace.
I stare for a second, because, honestly, I might never get used to this view.
Her body is a miracle—soft and strong, every inch of her begging to be worshipped.
I slide my fingers under the lace and stroke, gentle, testing.
She’s already wet, slick, hot, and perfect.
She gasps, clutching my biceps, and grinds herself into my hand.
“Shit, Montana. You’re soaked.” My cock twitches, desperate to be inside her, but I want to see her fall apart first.
She glares up at me, blue eyes blazing. “Stop stalling and do something about it.”
I smirk, tugging her panties down and off. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” I say, voice pure sin.
She yanks my head down and kisses me, rough and needy, like she wants to devour me from the inside out. I kiss her back, letting her set the pace, then scoop her up by the ass and carry her straight into the shower.
I twist the knob and water flows. The water warms while I nibble my way down the side of her soft throat. The room fills with fog as she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. I press her against the wall, grinding my cock between her thighs.
Her breath stutters. “Hurry up,” she whispers, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
“You can’t rush perfection.” I nip at her collarbone and dip my head to nip at her shoulder and down to the soft swell of her tit. I worship her, slow and thorough, tasting every inch, while she claws at my back and moans my name.
The water beats down, sluicing over our bodies, turning everything slick and wild.
I grab the body wash and lather it between my palms, then slide my hands over every inch of her gorgeous skin.
Jesus. She’s fucking perfect. The water makes her even slicker, and I can’t keep my hands off her tits, her hips, the curve of her ass.
I take my time, memorizing every inch. She shivers when my thumbs brush across her nipples, so I do it again, enjoying the way she melts for me.
“Fucking hell, Montana. You feel incredible.” Her nails dig into my shoulders as I wash her, and the sound she makes nearly finishes me. I rinse her off, water gliding over her perfect curves, then drag her under the spray and do it again, just to watch her squirm.
Once we’re both squeaky clean, I drop to my knees. Reine collapses back against the wall as I spread her legs. Her skin’s hot and flushed, and she’s breathing so fast.
I look up, meeting her eyes. “I need a little taste,” I murmur, then slide my tongue between her thighs.
She doesn’t say a goddamn word as she fists her hands in my hair and cries out, her whole body arching into my mouth.
I take my time, slow and teasing, licking up every drop.
She tastes like heaven, salty and sweet, and I can’t get enough.
I use my hands to hold her steady, then slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and her hips buck against my face.
She’s so tight, so fucking perfect, and I want to make her come apart for me.
It doesn’t take long. She lets out a low, broken moan and grinds against my tongue, her thighs shaking so hard I have to hold her up. I keep going, gentle now, licking and kissing her through every aftershock, until she finally slumps back against the tile, boneless and panting.
I stand up, my knees burning from the hard floor, and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips. Her eyes are glassy, wild with want.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, shaking her head like she can’t believe any of this is real.
I grin, forehead pressed to hers. “Glad you approve.”
“So far, so good.” She laughs, a raw, beautiful sound, and her hands slip down to wrap around my cock.
“But we need to finish before I give you your final grade.” It’s so hard, I’m honestly surprised it hasn’t snapped in half.
She strokes me, slow and firm, and I know I’m seconds from coming in her hold.
“Fucking hell, Montana.” My words come out on a ragged breath as her hand keeps working me, slow and perfect, her blue eyes locked on mine like she’s memorizing every second. I brace one hand against the slick wall of the shower and barely manage not to collapse.
She grins up at me, wicked and proud, and squeezes harder. My cock twitches in her grip, already leaking against her palm. God, I can’t believe how gorgeous she is, how much I want her. The sight of her wet, naked, flushed, and desperate for me… It’s almost too much.
Her thumb teases the tip, smearing my pre-come around the head before sliding her fist down one more time, and I know I have to get us into a goddamn bed.
Our first time together isn’t going to be in the shower.
I grip her hips and pull her body flush against mine, my cock pressed right where she’s slick and ready.
She moans my name, wild and needy, and fuck, I almost lose control right there in the shower, but I force myself to slow down.
I want her on a bed, spread out and helpless, begging for me. Her blue eyes are wide and trusting, and I know I’d break every rule in the book just to keep her happy.
“Hang on,” I growl, nipping at her jaw before slinging a towel around her and carrying her straight out of the bathroom. I quickly dry us both off on the way to the bedroom. I can’t wait another damn second. I’m so far gone on this woman that I can barely remember my own fucking name.
She clings to me, nails digging into my back as I walk us to the bed.
Her body is hot and trembling and perfectly soft in all the right places.
She throws her head back and moans when her tits brush my chest, nipples scraping against my skin.
Fuck, that’s got me harder than a steel pipe.
My cock throbs, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming right here.
I lay her back across the mattress, spreading her out so I can take in every inch. Her hair fans out on the pillow, cheeks flushed, lips parted, blue eyes locked on me like she’s daring me to lose control. Challenge fucking accepted.
I crawl up over her, letting my body pin her down, my cock grinding against her slick pussy. She arches up, nails digging into my shoulders, drawing blood. I want every mark, every scratch, every fucking sign that she’s mine.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” I groan as I kiss a path down her neck, tasting sweat and vanilla and something that’s just her. Jesus, she smells so damn good I could eat her alive. I want to drown myself in every inch of her, memorize every moan, every hitch in her breath.
As my mouth moves over her skin, she shudders, arching her back and silently begging me for more. My hands slide under her ass and squeeze until she whimpers. Fuck, I want her so bad my cock aches.
“Please,” she whispers, and that’s all it takes for me to snap—I line myself up with her wet opening. My cock slides against her slick entrance, and I push inside slowly. She’s so tight, so fucking wet, it’s a miracle I don’t embarrass myself and come on the spot.
I grit my teeth and go gently, letting her adjust to my size. Her nails bite into my shoulders, and her blue eyes go wide. “Holy hell, you’re huge.”
I laugh, low and dirty, as I push in another inch. Her tight pussy stretches around my cock. She claws at my arms, gasping, her head tipped back against the pillow.
“Too much for you?” I grind my hips, every muscle straining to keep from just slamming home.
She shakes her head, but her voice wobbles when she answers. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Thank God. That’s all the permission I need.
I sink deep, savoring every fucking second as her slick heat closes around me. My cock throbs so hard I nearly lose my damn mind. I want her to remember the first time I claimed her for the rest of her life.
Her sweet pussy tightens around my cock with every thrust, and the sound she makes is so fucking hot I almost lose it. I brace my hands on either side of her head and slam deeper, grinding my hips to hit the spot that makes her gasp my name.
“Jesus, Cole,” she whimpers, blue eyes rolling back as I give it to her even harder. Her nails rake down my back, and the burn just makes me want to claim her all over again. I’m not stopping until she’s dripping with me. I want her so full of my come she’s thinking about me every time she moves.
“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me,” I growl as she digs her heels deeper into my ass, arms locked tight around my neck like she wants to keep me inside her forever.
I drop my mouth to her tits, licking salty sweat from her skin, and she arches her back, shoving those gorgeous tits against my face. I swear to God, I could spend the rest of my life worshipping her and never get bored.
I suck her nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the tight little bud until she whimpers. Her hips jerk up, desperate for more, and my cock nearly explodes from the pressure.
I move to the other nipple and bite down, just hard enough to make her gasp my name.
“Don’t stop. Please, Cole. I need it.” Her words nearly kill me. I fist the sheets on either side of her body and drive in even deeper, my cock claiming her inch by inch.
I pull almost all the way out, just to slam home again, hard enough that the bed frame slams against the wall with a bang.
She arches under me, greedy for every inch.
Her nails dig in and leave hot welts up my ass and back.
Christ, I’m gonna be covered in scratches for a week.
And I couldn’t be happier. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.
Every inch of her is soft, perfect, and completely fucking mine.
“You were made for me,” I growl against her ear, thrusting deep and hard, desperate to mark every inch of her body.
I want my come dripping out of her, filling her up so good she never forgets this moment.
Hell, I want to put my ring on her finger, knock her up, and build a whole fucking life with her.
The thought destroys my control. I slam into her, my cock jerking as I empty inside her, hoping like hell I put a baby or two in her.