Chapter Thirteen
Noelle
In the blink of an eye, Cole is hoisting me from the couch, crashing his mouth into mine. Hands beneath my thighs so my legs can wrap around his midsection, we plaster ourselves together to a point where parting us would require heavy machinery.
This man. He makes me want to set my morals on fire and throw them out the window.
Everything I never let myself admit I wanted, everything I’ve been afraid to confront about myself, is all flayed open on display for Cole.
His ability to see beneath the surface of my skin to the layers of dark, repressed desire beneath is both frightening and exhilarating.
There’s no timid getting to know you phase of this kiss, there’s no need considering the same mouth attacking my own has already been between my legs.
Cole doesn’t take his time, he doesn’t test the seam of my lips to see if I’ll part for him.
He just barges in at my open invitation to capture my thoughts with his wicked tongue.
I’m lost to the sensation of his mouth on mine, so much so that I don’t realize he’s moved us from the living room until my back slams into the wall, sandwiched between the hard surface and the solid plane of his chest.
Watching him strut around naked all night has been absolute torture. I’ve wanted to freely run my hands over every muscle, every defined line. With the barrier between us blown to smithereens, now I can unabashedly explore the smooth skin and rigorously honed form I’ve been eyeing all night.
“Fuck, you taste like Christmas,” Cole breathes against my neck as he works his way down. But even the feel of his lips along my pulsepoint pales in comparison to the friction of his groin against my clit, teasing it over the pajama shorts I’m still wearing.
I’m still wearing the oversized t-shirt as well. God, I wish I could magically remove it so my nipples could brush against his rigid chest instead of the fabric.
Reading my mind, Cole drops me to my feet with a sudden motion and yanks on the hem of my shirt, drawing me into him. Nipping at my bottom lip, he says, “It hardly seems fair that I’m almost naked while you’re wearing this.”
Then in a forceful maneuver, he yanks the material up, bringing my arms with it, stripping me of the cumbersome t-shirt.
With him in his boxers and me in my tiny shorts, my hardened nipples graze his chest. But they’re not left bare for long.
Sensing my need, Cole dips down to suck a nipple into his mouth sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
“Agh,” I moan as I tip my head back, enjoying every moment of this.
Reaching my hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, I palm Cole’s stiff erection. After seeing him naked all night I shouldn’t be surprised by his girth, but the feel of it in my hand really drives home just how much of him I’ll have to fit in my vagina.
“Fuck,” Cole stutters into my breast, taken aback by the feel of my hand fisting his cock. “My need to be inside you is insatiable.”
“Then do something about it,” I goad him, just as eager to feel what it would be like to collide together.
Not one to back down from a challenge, Cole’s wolfish grin is the only warning I get before he hoists me up around the ribcage and shoves me back onto the bed. His tapered waist pins my ass to the bed where I landed, muscular arms propping him up above me as his mouth finds mine again.
“Be careful throwing out challenges, Noelle. I never back down.”
The warmth of his body vanishes as he slithers down the length of my body to strip me of my shorts.
His boxers are gone in the next second, then he’s back where he belongs, nestled between my legs so I feel the velvety skin of his cock against my bare pussy.
Ever the tease, he rubs his hard length against my sensitive skin as a constant reminder of how empty I feel, with the promise of filling me on the cusp of satisfaction.
“Cole,” I whine. “You’re killing me.”
Realizing the double-entendre of my words, we both pause to laugh at them.
And fuck, his smile is everything. This big, bad wolf of a man chose to show me his soft side, his happy-go lucky, warm and vivacious side.
And just like I know he will never forget this night, I’ll be eternally grateful I got to see this side of him.
Leaning down so his lips meet the shell of my ear, Cole whispers, “I hope you’re able to handle the ride.”
Just as his teeth nip at my ear lobe–which I didn’t realize would be a turn on until now–Cole thrusts home until his cock is buried so far inside me I think he’s penetrating my cervix.
I’m not sure if my cry is from pain or pleasure, but the delicious stretch of my body around him ricochets through my entire body.
If I thought his mouth was sensual, his dick is downright sinful.
“Fuck,” I gasp for air. “Cole. You need to move. Now.”
“So greedy.” He rises enough to look down into my eyes. “I told you you better be able to handle me. I have no intention of taking it easy on you.”
“Then prove it,” I fire back.
I know the moment his eyes glimmer with the challenge that I’m in for one hell of a ride. In a voice that promises retribution he says, “Prepare yourself. I’m going to fuck the sass right out of you.”
No matter how much I mentally ready myself for whatever is about to happen, nothing could have prepared me for the assault of his dick rocketing into me with brute force.
The stretch. The power. The sheer velocity with which he pistons his hips into my core sends my body sliding up the bedding.
The force rocks my entire being, the sound of his skin smacking into mine fuels my erotic need for more.
I’m on the verge of an orgasm and we just got started.
Gritting his teeth as he leans his torso back to take in the sight of my tits bouncing with the trajectory of our fucking, Cole says, “Fuck, Noelle.”
I don’t know if it’s the thought that this is just for a night, or that he’s a stranger, but I feel emboldened to tell Cole exactly what I want.
Everything I want.
“Get on your back,” I order him.
Who is this girl? I’ve never been one to talk dirty in the bedroom or make demands. I’m used to selfish boys that I’m trying so desperately to hold onto that I’m afraid to ask for what I need.
“So bossy.” Cole’s smirk confirms that he doesn’t mind my bossy side one bit.
Like the skilled partner he is, Cole rolls until I’m on top of him, flipping with easy stealth so I’m straddling his waist without him ever slipping out of me.
Unwilling to interrupt the synchronicity our bodies have achieved, I continue to grind my center into his and rock to the beat of our labored breaths. But I have selfish reasons for wanting to be on top.
“Bedside drawer,” I direct him next.
“You want me to wear a condom after feeling how good we are together, raw?” The disappointment in his voice gives me a small sliver of satisfaction, but that’s not why I told him to open the drawer.
“Just open it.” As Cole starts to reach for the drawer I coo, “Good boy,” just to rile him up further. He raises a brow at my praise but the thrill in his expression tells me that might be one of his kinks.
This game we’re playing is getting funner by the minute. I’ve learned more about Cole in the last few hours than I learned about any of my ex-boyfriends through the duration of dating.
There’s something so liberating about him not knowing me before tonight. I can be any version of myself I want to be. I can be as bold and commanding as I desire.
And he likes it. He likes me.
Pulling open the drawer of the bedside table reveals not condoms but a wonderful little invention that simulates a finger but better. With a textured silicone pad and three speeds of vibration, this little toy has given me better orgasms than my own fingers can accomplish.
So why not use it now?
In the past, I’ve needed more than my partners could provide to climax, but never wanted to insult their masculinity by asking for it. So after a partner would leave, then I’d break out the toys.
But I have a feeling Cole won’t mind one bit. I can tell just by the look in his eyes that he relishes the idea of using this on me.
“What do we have here?” He taunts when he knows damn well how to use it.
“Please, Cole,” I’m on the verge of full on begging.
“Try again,” he taunts. Not denying me, just making me work for it.
Without breaking my pace I submit to his whims, needy for more. “Please, Sir.”
Satisfaction ripples across his face. Then Cole turns on the device and presses the textured pad to my clit.
A symphony of shock waves radiate through my body, spreading from my core.
I buck my hips, throwing my head back as the force of the vibration brings me to the edge of oblivion and throws me over without a second thought.
Thankfully, Cole doesn’t pull the toy away, he meets every bounce of my hips by thrusting his own.
My ass jiggles with the up and down motion.
I cry out in ecstasy as the orgasm is prolonged for as long as possible, as long as my body can take it.
Once my shoulders sag, Cole removes the toy, tossing it out of sight before pulling me down to brand me with a burning kiss.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Cole seethes. That’s the only reprieve I get before he tips my rear upward to give him enough leverage to slam his hips upward, driving himself deeper into me than I thought he could do.
With a smack on my ass, I yelp into his shoulder, enjoying the growl rumbling in Cole’s chest as he pounds into me so furiously that the metal headboard smacks into the wall.
I don’t have the mental capacity to care if we’re bothering the neighbors when I’m in the middle of the best sex of my life.
“Please, Cole.” He doesn’t toy with me this time. He’s as needy as I am as we both climb closer to the brink of explosion. “Please. Give it to me.”
And he does. Oh, does he give it to me. Bringing me to another orgasm that shakes my very foundation. I didn’t even know I could feel this way as I give myself over to the moment, savoring how he wrings every second out of this orgasm.
Before he growls through his own release, Cole flips me to my back once more. Pulling out of me just in time, hot ropes of cum bead along my skin to mark me as his.
“You’re a masterpiece.” Cole takes in the sight of me painted in his seed like a million dollar piece of art. As his eyes travel up my body to find my own, I get the feeling it’s not just the sight of his cum on me that he’s referring to.
I’ve never felt so beautiful in another man’s eyes.
I’ve never felt this raw and cherished. The weight of his gaze makes me want to curl into myself and refuse the admiration I see within.
But I don’t want to be that girl anymore.
I want to own who I am and project the confidence I so deeply wish I held.
Fake it ‘til you make it, right?
So I just bask in his praise, soaking up every ounce of affection.