Chapter 22
Déjà vu hit me hard, except this time, I knew exactly where I was and who I was laying on. The room was dark, but I didn’t need to see to feel Cole’s arms snug around me. Like last time, I’d curled up with my head on his chest, and like last time, he wasn’t wearing much.
My leg hooked over his waist, tucked between his, and the telltale rasp of cotton was missing. With the jersey bunched under my breasts, I was naked from the waist down. Goosebumps rippled out from the spot where he caressed the bare skin of my hip.
Unlike last time, Cole wasn’t asleep.
“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he rumbled under my cheek.
I sat up, and the light coming in through his window helped me see the shadows of his face. “How did you know I was awake?”
“When you’re asleep, you’re a stage five clinger. Awake, you aren’t fully relaxed, like you’re in a constant state of readiness.”
I knew what he was talking about. It wasn’t easy for me to relax, even before Scott and his shit. What Cole didn’t know was I had trouble sleeping most places, except here. In his bed, I didn’t feel like I needed to brace for the next bad thing.
“You can go back to sleep,” he murmured. “I know you’re tired after traveling all day.”
There he went again. Adding another reason for me to be here, with him, instead of walling myself off in my own bed at my dad’s house. I wanted to tell him how much I appreciated the way he put me first—how he was the only one in my life who’d done that, the only one I’d let close enough to try. Words had power though. Giving him those inner parts of me felt dangerous. My heart ached with the need to let go of the hesitation, but I couldn’t force myself to speak past the tightness in my throat.
I could feel him watching me in the dark, waiting for me to lay down again and take the comfort he was offering. Comfort wasn’t what I was after this time.
“Thanks, but I didn’t come here for sleep.”
I threw my leg the rest of the way over him, shifting my weight until I straddled his lap. His fingers dug into my hips as I tilted and stroked the hard length of him with my pussy. No underwear this time. Cole may have told me to go back to sleep, but he’d climbed into bed with me gloriously naked.
In one sudden motion, he flipped me under him. “Nice try, but I distinctly remember promising to make you beg.”
I didn’t repeat my assertion from Christmas, mostly because I wasn’t entirely sure I could back it up.
He grinned against my throat, the movement predatory in the dark. “Want to know a secret?”
I nodded, reaching for him, but he claimed my wrists before I could get past his waist, wrenching them above my head.
“I hope you hold out for a long time because I love the way you taste.”
Before I could reply, he slid down my body until he could lick a wet path up my pussy. Using his long reach, he held me still as he proved his point. His shoulders held my thighs open, and he feasted on me with a laser focus.
I had no intention of begging, but this was Cole. It didn’t take long for him to have me on the cusp of an orgasm. Every time tiny shudders rocked my body, he eased off. No matter how many times I jerked on my hands hoping to speed things along, he held tight.
Cole was absolutely in charge, and I was going to die if he didn’t let me come.
“Please,” I whispered. At that point, I’d have given him anything to take me over.
He flicked my clit with his tongue, then pulled back before I could climax. “You can do better than that, city girl.”
Up and down, fast then slow, he teased me until I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, I could only ride the wave of pleasure. His hand stayed locked around my wrists, pushing me into the mattress and keeping me from reaching for him.
I thrashed my head back and forth, chanting, “Pleasepleasepleaseplease.”
Cole laughed silkily. “That’s my girl.”
Then another finger plunged inside while he sucked on my clit. I shot off like a rocket, whimpering and moaning as my body became a live wire of sensation. Nothing in my history compared to Cole, and he hadn’t even gotten his dick involved.
He was definitely going to ruin me for all other sexual partners, including myself.
Cole kissed his way up my stomach, stopping to lick and suck my nipples, which caused aftershocks to rock my system. When he’d seated himself between my thighs, he finally released my hands.
I immediately went for his cock, surprised to find a condom already in place, then shocked when I finally got a handful of him. Cole was big. Way bigger than any other guy I’d been with. I hadn’t experimented with toys because Scott hadn’t liked them, but I imagined they might not have helped much either.
A nervous shiver ran down my spine, but Cole followed it with his hand, replacing the trepidation with warmth and anticipation. He lifted my ass a little, and I positioned him at my entrance.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” he asked with a confident grin.
Something snapped inside me—the tether holding me back from the things I wanted to say or do or feel for fear he’d be turned off. I was just… done… censoring myself. “Farm boy, I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
His hand tightened in my hair, lifting my chin so he could claim my mouth as he thrust home. He swallowed my yelp, and I sucked in a breath through my nose, stretched to the point where pleasure became pain.
Cole stayed there, buried inside me, and brushed his lips across my cheek. “Breathe, baby. You’re squeezing me so good, but I need you to relax.”
I’d never had anyone as large as Cole, and even with all his prep work, it was an extremely tight fit. He held most of his weight on one forearm and brushed my hair away to kiss my jaw, my cheek, my lips.
“I’ll stay right here as long as you need me to.”
He would. I absolutely believed he would. Propped up, staving off his own need to thrust, until he wouldn’t hurt me. Gradually, my tense inner muscles acclimated to his size, and I needed him to move.
My blood burned. I tilted my hips, letting him sink in just a little deeper, and we both groaned. I met his gaze, burning with barely contained need, and smiled.
It was all he needed to let loose.
Cole withdrew almost all the way and surged forward again, making me whimper. “That’s it. Eyes on me.”
He held himself above me, flexing his abs to thrust, and teased my nipples until the pain was forgotten. “Fuck, Avery, you feel so good. Watch how well you take me. Sliding in and out of your pretty pussy. Look how gorgeous we are together.”
I obeyed, staring in fascination as his massive length disappeared into me while he whispered how good I felt, how much he loved it, how perfect I was. No one had ever called me perfect. I was still sensitive from the first orgasm, and every thrust sent electric shocks through my clit.
In no time, I was straddling the edge again, digging my nails into his shoulders, urging him deeper.
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” he groaned.
His movements became frantic, snapping his hips forward meeting my wild rhythm. There was no playful build this time. We rushed toward climax in a sweaty, dirty mess until Cole claimed my mouth as I spasmed around him.
I panted, trying to catch my breath, and Cole rolled to the side so he didn’t crush me. Instead of instantly turning his back to check his phone or go to sleep, he slid an arm around me and hauled me against him.
“Not bad for a first try, but I can do better,” he mumbled, then dropped a kiss on my temple.
I giggled. Giggled. What the hell was wrong with me? Cole’s dick had melted my brain. And the rest of me. My muscles refused to move. I’d have to live out the rest of my life as a puddle of goo.
Was this what sex was supposed to be like? Holy shit, I’d been severely cheated.
Cole held me a little longer, then eased away. “Let me clean up. Don’t move an inch.”
I flopped onto the spot he vacated and watched him disappear into the hallway, careful to close the door behind him. He returned with a warm, damp washcloth. I’d never had someone else clean me up after sex. Cole kissed me softly, running the towel down my chest, my stomach, between my legs in gentle strokes.
No complaints, no backhanded suggestions, no cold shoulder.
Cole made me feel cherished. How was I supposed to keep my heart from dropping at his feet?
I didn’t protest when he resumed his spot and pulled me back against his chest. “Sleep or talk?”
Despite the exertion and multiple orgasms, I wasn’t tired. Relaxed. Content. Jello-like, yes. “Talk.”
His thumb stroked down my arm in a soothing, repetitive motion. “Coach warned me not to let anyone touch you.”
I stiffened, but his hold didn’t loosen. “You want to talk about my dad now?”
“I don’t want to keep anything from you. Your dad threatened the future of anyone who even thought about fucking around.”
Anger started to burn away the lovely lethargy I’d been enjoying. “It’s not his choice what I do with my body.”
“No, it’s not,” he agreed, calming some of my ire. “Does he know about your ex?”
I squirmed at the non sequitur. “No. My mom would rather light herself on fire than talk to Dad. All I told him was I needed to be somewhere else.”
“And he offered you his house with no questions asked.”
“Yeah,” I agreed softly.
I hadn’t considered my dad’s motivations for helping me—I was just glad he’d agreed. Maybe that was Cole’s point, but I’d already done my major emotional work of the evening by asking for sex.
“Your pillow talk needs work,” I teased.
He laughed, the sound rumbling against my back. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time. And there will be a next time, Avery.”
I didn’t have the energy to argue. “I should go.”
Cole didn’t move an inch. “Stay.”
“My dad’s expecting me home.” It was a weak excuse with his warmth wrapped around me, and he could probably hear the reluctance in my tone.
“Did he notice last time?”
“Nooo,” I dragged out the word, thinking through the repercussions. I’d left after the last sleepover because I’d been trying to avoid any resemblance to a relationship, but that ship had sailed when I agreed to an exclusive situationship.
I wanted to wake up with him again, and this time would be within the boundaries of our agreement. Might as well take advantage of the benefits.
“Then stay.” Cole kissed my shoulder. “I promised you a night of orgasms. We were cut short before, but tonight, I’m all yours.”
I rolled over, pleased to find him half hard against my thigh. “Does that mean when the sun comes up I have to share you?”
“Fuck, no. It means we nap, I go get you coffee and snacks, and we spend the rest of the day in bed.”
“You should have led with coffee and snacks. Instant agreement.”
Cole nuzzled my neck, rolling me to my back, and growled a happy noise. “Good to know. Now spread your legs, pretty girl. I’m having my snack right now.”