Chapter 2
I pulled my fingers out of her and caught her jaw and kissed her.
Tessa made a noise into my mouth like she’d been waiting for that longer than the touching.
It wasn’t careful. I licked into her, tasted the little broken sounds she was still making, and she twisted in my lap so she could get both hands between us.
Her fingers found my belt on the first try.
Fumbled the leather. Yanked like it had personally offended her.
I let her.
“That’s it,” I muttered against her mouth. “You’ve been grinding on it for half a movie. Take it out.”
Bennett shifted on the couch. Reid started to reach—her knee, the hem of her shirt—and I broke the kiss just enough to look at them over her shoulder.
“No.”
Reid’s hand stopped in the air.
“I get her first.” I said it to Tessa, but I didn’t lower it. “Before either of you put a hand on her. You watch. That’s all you do until I’ve fucked her.”
Tessa whimpered and got the buckle open.
Button. Zipper. Her palm wrapped around me through my boxers and then skin, hot and inelegant, stroking like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to tease or just have it.
I shoved the shorts and her underwear down her thighs.
She kicked them off one ankle and left them hanging from the other.
I lifted her by the hips, lined her up, and sat her down on my cock in one slow sink that punched the air out of both of us.
“Fuck. There she is.”
She was tight and soaked and shaking, nails in my shoulders, mouth open on my name. I held her all the way down until her ass met my thighs and I could feel her pulse around me. Bennett swore under his breath. Reid looked wrecked already and he hadn’t been allowed to touch her.
I kissed her again, deeper, and rolled my hips up.
“Feel that? That’s mine. You don’t get them until I’ve had you. You don’t even get their hands.” Another thrust, wet, the couch complaining under us. “Look at them while I fuck you. I want you to see what they’re not allowed to do yet.”
She looked. Barely. Eyes glassy, lips swollen from my mouth, bouncing in little helpless movements I was dictating with my hands on her waist. I kept her close, chest to chest, so every stroke dragged her clit against me. The house ticked above the stairs like it always did. Nobody checked it.
“Good girl. Take it. I’ve wanted this since you shook my hand in that dress. Four years of not touching you and you sit in my lap like you didn’t know I’d end up inside you.”
Tessa gasped and clenched hard. I groaned into her throat and fucked her through it, steady, claiming, the wet sound of it louder than the movie.
“They can wait,” I said, and I was smiling against her skin now, mean with it. “I’m not rushing this.”
I tightened my grip on her waist and started fucking her like I meant the years I’d wasted.
Hard. Deep. The couch jerked against the floor. Tessa broke on a whimper and clutched at my shoulders, and I answered that by slapping her ass hard enough to make her jump on my cock. The sound cracked through the living room. She moaned like it had gone straight through her.
“Again,” I said, and I did it again, other side, leaving heat under my palm. “You take it like you were built for this. So tight I can barely move and you’re still trying to get closer.”
I grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it.
Cheap fabric gave at the collar, then the seam, and I yanked it down her arms and off.
Bare. Finally. I palmed both tits, squeezed, bent and got my mouth on her.
She cried out when I sucked her nipple, teeth just enough to sting, and her cunt clamped around me so hard I had to groan into her skin.
“Cole! Please, please, don’t stop!”
“I’ve got you.” I fucked up into her harder, mouth switching to the other breast, sucking until it was wet and red. “Beg properly. I waited four years. You can use your words.”
“Please fuck me. Please, I need it, I need you-oh God-“
Another slap. She jolted and came apart in pieces, whimpering into my hair, begging in a loop that barely made sense. I kept my mouth on her tit and my hand cracking against her ass and my cock driving into her, and she came with a shattered sound that punched through the whole first floor.
I didn’t ease off.
I held her down through it, grinding at the bottom of every thrust, sucking a mark onto the curve of her breast while she pulsed and shook and tried to say my name.
The clench dragged me over with her. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, filling her in long pulses, hips locked, a groan torn out of my chest against her skin.
“Fuck. Take it. All of it.”
Tessa whimpered and clung to me, still twitching, still full. I stayed inside her and licked over the mark I’d left, slower now, my hands stroking the sting on her ass like an apology I didn’t mean.
Bennett hadn’t moved.
Reid looked like he was in pain.
I kissed the underside of her breast, then her mouth, lazy and filthy.