Chapter 17
Nora
I smiled, and I could have sworn I saw a glimpse of a smile on his face.
He reached for my hand and pulled me inside, closing the door behind him. I saw the desire in his eyes and immediately reached for him, kissing him as I wrapped my arms around him to anchor him to me.
Cole pressed me against the wall and kissed me hard, making my skin tingle and my whole body heat up. His hands traveled down my body, exploring, while his tongue moved against mine.
I whimpered when he groped my ass and shifted my dress higher.
Arousal shot through me as soon as his bare hands touched my skin.
I reached for his buckle and fumbled it once before I got him loose.
Not exactly smooth, but I was getting better at not caring.
I broke the kiss, smiling up at him as I slipped my hand below his pants and cupped his thick erection.
Cole stared at me, his eyes hot and fixed on mine.
I stroked him, feeling myself getting wetter just from having him in my hand. I’d missed him so badly, and I wanted him even more.
“Fuck, Nora. Look at you,” he said, crashing his lips to mine once again and reaching for the straps of my dress. He peeled them from my shoulders as he kissed me, and I moaned, feeling him thicken even more in my hand.
I broke the kiss again and said, “I want you right now. I didn’t chase you home to wait.”
“I know,” he said, his voice sounding like a caress. “Wait anyway.”
I gasped when he flipped me to face the wall and tugged at my hips.
I jutted my ass out toward him, trying to look over my shoulder to see what was coming next.
I didn’t know what he had planned, and instead of making me nervous, that sent another pulse of heat through me.
My heart raced with anticipation when I heard the soft rustle of fabric and knew Cole was taking his pants off.
I could feel how wet my panties were and knew I was ready to take him now. With my palms pressed against the wall, I waited for him, swaying my hips a little to tease him.
My breath hitched when I felt his fingers on my skin, unclasping my bra from behind. I sighed longingly when my full breasts fell free, my bra dropping to the floor.
I slipped my arms out of the straps of my dress, and as soon as I did, Cole cupped my breasts from behind, caressing them gently in his hands.
I sighed. “Yes.”
He groped them, tracing my nipples and rolling them between his fingers, making me wetter than I could’ve imagined. I could feel myself soaking my panties and knew I’d probably be dripping onto the floor if they weren’t in the way.
With one hand still on my breast, he used the other to lift my dress farther up, causing the fabric to pool around my stomach.
“You should see how beautiful you are from behind,” he whispered in my ear as he leaned into me. “Been trying not to stare at that ass since the day you showed up.”
I smiled even though he couldn’t see it. At first, a compliment like that would’ve had me wondering if he meant it. Now I just liked hearing it.
My pulse raced from what he’d said and from having him so close again.
His erection brushed against my ass. I was desperate to have him, so I pushed my ass out a little farther.
Cole swept my hair to one side and kissed my neck, letting each kiss linger before moving lower. I closed my eyes as I reveled in the feel of his soft lips against me. He kissed my shoulders, kissed along my spine—even over my dress—and traveled lower.
My heart hammered in my chest as I wondered when he’d stop. I didn’t want him to, and the anticipation only made me want him more.
“Cole…” I whispered when I felt his warm breath against my skin, right at my ass. I licked my lips when he gripped the waistband of my panties and pulled them down.
I stepped out of them, my heart pounding even faster.
“Mmm, you soaked your panties,” he said, his voice gruff and slightly raspy.
My cheeks flamed, and somehow I got even wetter.
“Please,” I said, my body aching for his touch. “You can be smug later.”
Cole kissed along my backside, both hands at my hips, just inches away from my pussy.
I bit my lip when he held both my cheeks and parted them with his hands. I spread my legs a little, anticipating his next move, gasping when I felt his hot, wet tongue against my pussy.
My knees instantly went weak as he licked and lapped at me, his nose nestled between my cheeks while his tongue worked below.
“Oh God,” I said, slightly out of breath.
Cole’s tongue probed every inch of my flesh, stroking my entrance, licking up every bit of wetness and making me even wetter.
My legs began to tremble, the urgency growing, and just when I thought I was about to come, he pulled back.
I gasped, blinking a few times before turning to see what the problem was. Cole was already on his feet, his lips wet and shining as he pulled his shirt off.
I watched silently as he lowered himself to the floor and sat with his back against the wall. He stroked his thick, long cock in his hand and looked toward me.
“Come here. Sit on my face.”
I went over and straddled him, positioning my legs over his face while I faced the wall again. A week ago, this would’ve embarrassed me. Now I just moved. Cole ran his hands up my legs, moving them back and forth. When his tongue touched me again, I mewled and tossed my head back.
Cole held on to my leg with one hand while stroking his cock with the other. All the while, his mouth was on my pussy, licking and sucking, driving me crazy.
Every second pushed me closer. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp while I anchored him more firmly against my pussy.
I gasped, biting down on my lip as I tried to hold off my orgasm. Cole worked his mouth faster, licking me deep and then flicking his tongue across my sensitive flesh.
“Oh God,” I cried, feeling warmth build in my gut as the pleasure intensified.
Desperate to meet it, I began to roll my hips, gyrating on Cole’s face as I chased my orgasm. Cole’s grip on me tightened, his mouth moving faster, and before I knew it, I was stiffening against him, one hand planted against the wall and the other in Cole’s hair.
White heat flashed behind my eyes. Pleasure erupted in my gut, leaving me quivering and clenching.
Cole moaned against my pussy, his fingers digging into my hips. I gasped, falling backward a little and realizing he’d just come as well.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed, breathing heavily, his eyes half closed.
My gaze shifted lower, and my stomach tightened when I saw his thick load of cum streaming over his cock and fingers.
The sight of him, spent and still hard, did something reckless to me.
A week ago, I probably would’ve been too embarrassed to try it.
Now I wanted to know what it would feel like to take him like this.
I shifted off his face, turned around, and straddled his lap.
Then I positioned myself over his still-hard cock.
I reached for the hand still gripping it, and that was when his eyes opened. He seemed surprised but let me.
His eyes met mine, and he didn’t look away, even as I replaced his hand with mine and impaled myself on his cum-drenched cock.
His brows drew together slightly as his thick cock slid into me. I moaned, quivering just a bit, my body still sensitive from my previous orgasm.
“You’re incredible,” Cole said, his hands trailing up my thighs and hooking into my dress. He pulled it over my head, and soon I was naked on his lap with his cock inside me. I should’ve felt exposed. Mostly, I felt greedy.
Cole was thick and full inside me, his cum making every movement slick as I started to roll my hips. He pulled me into him and licked my breasts, moving from one to the other and tugging my nipples into his mouth.
I slid my arms around his shoulders and stayed close. I’d come here for sex. I hadn’t counted on liking this part too.
I moaned, throwing my head back as pleasure rolled through me. I could’ve leaned back and ridden him harder, but I stayed wrapped around him instead.
My walls started to tighten around him while he continued to suck my breasts. It was the perfect combination, and I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t want to think about this ending.
I’d told myself this could stay temporary. Right then, temporary sounded like bullshit.
I worked my hips faster, gasping when I started to get a little emotional. I wanted a life with Cole in it. I wanted this every night.
I quickly buried my face in his neck as tears brimmed in my eyes. Cole was still so deep inside me, his cock massaging my walls just right. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want the tears to make him think I did.
I clung to him as tightly as I could and took everything he gave me. When my orgasm crashed into me, I stiffened, squeezing Cole tight while my walls clenched around his length.
He grunted loudly, his hips bucking slightly forward into me as he painted my walls with his cum.
As I sat there quivering, feeling him pour himself into me, I knew walking away would never be easy.
He was mine.