Chapter 16 #4
With shaking muscles, Cole is still trying desperately to keep his thrusts slow, to not rush even when I feel him pulsing inside me, when I feel his thrusts go ragged and helpless.
His hands cup my shoulders and hold me to him, and then he grabs me by the ass and lifts me, pulls me apart, and fucks, deep, hard, snarling as he fills me.
Again.
Harder—and my scream breaks, shattering into a sob.
"Lacey," he whimpers, his voice wrecked and tender. "Now. Come with me, my love. Now."
I can't speak to answer—my throat is too hot and too tight, too hoarse, burning and scraped raw from screaming. The only answer I can give him is to obey his command.
Shaking all over, Cole drifts into me once more, and then he spasms. His arms clench around me, iron bands around my shoulders and waist, and his hips slap loudly into my ass as he kneels high, lifting me in the air so he can pound into me, and I feel him unleash inside me.His release triggers mine, as I knew it would.
I don't want to, but I can't help dissolving into sobs as my climax rips me apart, so incandescent, so nuclear that it shatters me.
I crush him with my legs and arms and he's finally cut the bonds of his control, slamming up into me with brutally hard thrusts, and I feel his cum fill me, hot and wet and thick, and he keeps fucking and I keep coming, each wave of orgasmic ecstasy hotter and wilder than the last, each one slamming the breath out of my lungs so I have to suck in desperate gulps of air between shockwaves of climax before the next one crashes through me, and Cole is snarling and grunting like a savage predator.
Our movement slows gradually, until I'm seated on his thighs, panting, and his cock is twitching and leaking inside me, and he heaves great, sucking, gasping breaths.
I clutch his face and tilt his head down, lifting up so his cock, still iron-hard, slips out of me.
"Look at what we did to me," I whisper. I slide down his shaft, gasping as the movement sends another aftershock through me, and then lift up again—his cum drips out of me, leaks down his shaft, glistening, wet, and thick.
"Fuck, that's hot." I do it again, and Cole jerks in my arms. "Fuck—Jesus." His voice is tight, stunned. "I…god, I feel like I could—"
He breaks off, shaking in my arms as I clutch him to my breasts and crush my ass down on his cock, and he quakes, jerks, his cock pulsing inside me. “Lacey—holy fuck—I'm—oh god!”
I tilt his face to mine and take his mouth, keeping him crushed in my embrace, riding him slowly, sinking my pussy around him as he shakes in my arms, unable to help himself, unable to even thrust.
No, this is all me.
Mine.
His next grunt is breathless, stunned, and he grabs my ass and squeezes hard, shouting with a hoarse voice as I feel him, impossibly, come a second time, mere moments after the first. I grind on him, crush my ass down into his thighs to take him as deep as his cock will go, and I take his climax for myself, claiming his mouth, kissing into his gasps, swallowing his curses, sipping his awed whisper of my name.
"Lacey, Lacey, oh good god, my Lacey—what did you do to me?" he pants, after going still and struggling to breathe for a long minute or two; he's finally softening inside me.
"Took what's mine," I answer.
Cole's chest swells as he sucks in a breath and holds it, and then he lets it out in a laughing sigh as he topples to the mattress, twisting so I land on his chest. I snuggle into him, splaying my thighs over his, my cheek on his chest with my crown under his chin, my arms circled under his neck.
He cups my ass like it's a prized possession.
But then, I suppose that may be true, in a way.
I feel him crane his neck for a moment, palms caressing my buttocks, and then he slumps back down. "What?" I ask.
He touches fingertips to my ass cheeks in a number of places. "I bruised you."
I wriggle against him, humming happily. "Good," I whisper. "I can't wait to look at them in the mirror."
We drowse together for a while, but I feel Cole slowly going tense.
"We did it again," he whispers.
"Yes, we did," I say, my tone light. "And it was even better than the last time. And I gotta say, baby, if every time we have sex it gets that much better, I’m never letting you leave this bed."
He laughs, but it's tight. "Lace," he whispers. "You know what I mean."
"Nope, I don't," I insist, lying through my teeth.
"We're reckless when we're together," he says. "Our chemistry is too fucking good."
"I know," I whisper.
“We've fucked twice without a condom." He pets my hair, scratches my back. "You'd think we'd learn." A pause. "Am I correct in assuming you're not on birth control?"
I shook my head. "Nope, I am not. Hate the stuff. Makes me fat and crazy.”
"And we know, obviously, that we're fertile together."
"Yup."
"So, just objectively speaking, this was foolish and reckless and impulsive, and we're both idiots."
"Yup," I say again. "Turns out we may not haven’t changed all that much since we were eighteen."
My heart hammers in my chest, my cornucopia of insecurities feeding me all the things Cole might say next.
I wait, aching in my heart, breathless, for his response…
That never comes.
I lift up enough to look at him, unable to stop my eyes from leaking fearful tears.
"Do…" I swallow hard. "Do you regret it?"