Chapter 10 #2
"Uh-huh?" I ask on a gasp. "Please, Cole. Please. I need your cum. I need it all. Please give it to me."
Jesus, who am I?
Cole’s, that's who. And I like her.
I swallow his cock and feel him pulse against my lips as he thrusts down my throat, and I give him the leeway to fuck my mouth.
I feel him jerk, hear him grunt helplessly as he thrusts into my mouth.
Almost.
Fuck, I want it.
I've fantasized about him like this for so long, and now it's really here, it's really happening. I'm really in bed with Cole Mannix again, and he's about to come for me.
Except, in the instant before he does, he jerks away and rolls off the bed before I know what's happening. I'm left stunned stupid as he stands with his fists braced against the door frame, his whole body taut with tension.
I scramble off the bed and follow him, touching his back—he twitches at my touch. "Cole? What…what happened? What did I do wrong?"
He shakes his head. "Nothing. Fuck."
"Cole. Talk to me. Please."
"I can't. Not with you. Not like this."
"I don't understand."
He shakes his head. "I've been with someone since you've been in town. Sort of."
A twinge of that jealousy I wanted to feel crops up. "I…Oh. You don't owe me any explanations, Cole. We weren’t together. I don't know what this is now, but you still don't owe me anything. I mean, if you have a girlfriend, I'd be pissed at you for doing this with me, but—"
"No!" he protests. "God no. I would never do that. It was…casual." He sighs, shakes his head. "I've never…" he trails off.
I stand behind him, resting my hands on his shoulders. Lean against him, breasts flattening against his back, touch my chin to his nape. "It's okay, Cole. Just talk to me. You've never what?"
"Been serious about anyone," he whispers. "With Heidi, it was…friendly. Mutual respect. We cared. We had chemistry, but that's it."
"So why are you telling me?" I ask. "You don't owe me anything, and certainly not…this."
"Because I called her by your name when I…" he trails off again. "We ended things after that."
"Because you called her my name?"
A shrug. "No, not exactly. Um." A long sigh. "Because of what using the wrong name represented."
I put things together, then. "She was going down on you, wasn't she? When you said my name instead of hers."
He nods heavily. "Yes."
"And now you feel weird about it."
Another heavy nod. "Yeah."
I slide my hands around his torso, flatten my palms against his chest. "You're the most honest man I've ever known, Cole."
He lets out a soft, shaky breath. "Lacey, I…I just don't want…" a thick, ripe pause. "I don't know what this is. But no matter what it is or could be, I don't want it to start with anything secret or unsaid."
My heart palpitates at the subtext of this statement—at the implied question of a possible future.
Of it being something more, somehow, someday.
"Cole…" I slide my hands down his chest, trace the faint outline of his abs under the layer of skin and fat.
"I am jealous. Is that what you want to hear?
Even though I know I have no right to feel this way, considering…
everything…I've always felt possessive of you. "
"Lace…" he breathes.
"In some part of my psyche, you've always been mine.
" I slip my hands lower, cup the hollows where his thighs meet his groin.
"But I also care about you enough to be glad you had someone taking care of your needs.
" I nip his earlobe. "Did she?" I cup his balls next, toy with them tenderly, tease them with my fingertip, massage them in my palms.
"Did…what?"
"This woman you had the casual relationship with. Did she take care of your needs, Cole?"
"Yeh—oh god. Yeah—yes. She did. She took care of my needs."
"Did she make you feel good?"
He nods. "Yeah."
I fondle his length. “Like this?"
Another nod. "Yeah."
I slink around between him and the door, insinuate myself inside the bars of his arms, staring up at him as I work his thick shaft with both hands until he's bucking into my hands, and then I pump him mercilessly, faster and faster. "Did she give it to you like this?"
He nods, head bobbing raggedly as it hangs between his thick shoulders. “Yeah. Fuck. Yes."
I sink to my knees and take him into my mouth, down my throat, and I fuck him with my mouth until his knees are dipping and threatening to give out, and he's gasping and fucking my lips and my throat.
"Did she give it to you like that, Cole?
" I palm his balls and lick his tip. "Brutal honesty, Cole. That's what we said."
"Yes,” he grates through clenched teeth. “She gave it to me just like that."
I work him with my mouth until he's riding the ragged edge, until I know he’s on the verge of coming, and then I prop my tits up on one arm, barring them beneath him, and jerk his length with the other. "Did she let you do this?" I demand. "Did she let you come on her tits?"
His eyes are wide and feral and bright, soaking up the view of me on my knees in front of him, offering him my tits and caressing his pulsing cock. "No," he whispers. “Never this."
“Have you ever?" I ask.
"No."
"Me either," I admit. "But I want you to."
He stares down at me. "Lacey, I—"
I suck on his cock again, fill my mouth with him, taste him, take him, swallow around him until he's shaking all over, shuddering. "Please, Cole."
"Why?"
"Because you are the only man I would ever let do that to me. I want to give you something no one else ever has. I want you to give me something no one else has ever had.”
"I don't ever want to do anything to make you feel…degraded, Lacey."
"If I choose it because I want it, then it's not degrading, is it?" I take him in my mouth yet again, and this time, I don't stop.
I feel him, feel his abs tighten against my knuckles as I pump his base while suckling on his glans, tonguing his tip, tasting his essence. He slumps back against the door as his knees shake, and he grabs me by the head and pulls me onto him, thrusting himself down my throat.
"Fuck, Lacey," he snarls. "Fuck, you feel good,” he says, touching my chin. "Look at me when I come."
I swallow a burst of pre-cum and then he thrusts himself down my throat again, and this time he stays there, thrusting deeper, and all I can do is swallow and gulp around him.
"FUCK!" he bellows. "Lace! I'm—oh god, oh god oh fuck, yes, fuck yes, Lace—Jesus, that feels so fucking good. Fuck, I'm coming. I'm coming, Lace! Take it, baby. Take my come. Take it all."