Chapter 12 #3
“Oh.” I blush slightly but the way he’s trailing featherlight kisses over the skin of my throat has me completely shameless. “I didn’t know I would either,” I confess. “That was a first for me.”
“Hmm,” he murmurs against me neck. “First time squirting, first time getting choked a little. What other firsts can we explore?”
I laugh. “Are you planning on doing a whole sexual bucket list in my kitchen?”
His eyes flick to the bedroom door. “No, I’m planning on doing it in your bed. But first, this needs to go.”
Before I can reply, he’s lifting my hoodie over my head and tossing it to the floor.
He doesn’t miss a beat as both of his hands cup my breasts, his tongue lavishing each nipple with praise, then sucking them into his mouth.
Within seconds, my hands are in his hair again and my body is pulsing around him.
“Fuck,” he groans, feeling my body’s response. “I don’t want to pull out of you.”
He slides his hands under my thighs, lifting me off the counter. I yelp, arms flying around his neck, legs still useless from everything he just did to me, but I wrap them around his waist.
He carries me down the short hall, still hot, his chest still damp, his lips on mine. When we reach my room, he lays me down on my bed.
He crawls over me, slow and heavy, bracing on his forearms. “God, you look good here.”
“Here?” I tease, even though my voice is still unsteady. “You mean not bent in half on my back on the kitchen island?”
He grins and kisses me slower now. “You looked fucking delicious spread open for me on that counter,” he says against my mouth. “But seeing you writhing beneath me while I can look in your eyes is fucking heaven.”
His hands are everywhere again—up my sides, over my breasts, down my hips, like he can’t get enough and wants everything all at once. I can feel him hard, pressing against my thigh like his body has no intention of calling it a night. I roll my hips up to meet him and his breath stutters.
“Hailey,” he warns, even as he grabs my thigh and hooks it over his hip. “Let me take my time with you.”
My back arches when he turns his attention back to my breasts. “Ah, I have really sensitive nipples.”
“I know.” He smiles a satisfied grin, wrapping his lips around me. His other hand drops down between us, his two fingers dipping inside me again, stretching me. “Your body is so responsive, so wet.”
I grab his hand, forcing his fingers inside me deeper, harder. “I need to come again.”
He stills his movements, stopping me when I’m already so close. “You keep doing that, I’m not gonna be gentle.”
“Did I ask you to be?” I drag my nails down his back, loving the way the muscles jump under my touch. “You showed up at midnight to apologize with your mouth. You don’t get to go soft on me now.”
He lets out a low, filthy laugh. “You really do have a smart mouth. Maybe I should stuff it with something so you can’t smart off again.”
Before I can protest, he’s on top of me again, grabbing both of my hands and pinning them above my head. He’s on his knees next, my hands bound in one of his, his other hand on his cock that he’s feeding past my lips.
“That’s right, just like that.” He guides himself deeper in my mouth, watching me wrap my lips around him and suck. He groans, his hips thrusting forward, and I moan against him. “Ohh, you like getting used?”
I keep my eyes on his and nod slowly. That makes him really lose his mind.
He releases my hands after a few more pumps, his control starting to slip.
He’s panting loudly with his hands tangled in my hair, his hips thrusting forward every time he pulls my mouth down onto him.
I gag every few thrusts, my eyes watering, but he doesn’t stop.
“I know—oh fuck, I know, baby.” He grunts, looking down at me as his movements become more erratic. His eyes are glued to mine, his chest heaving. I reach up, cupping his balls at the same time I hold my breath and take him as deep as I possibly can. And that’s when he blows.
His thighs shake violently as he barks out my name mixed with a slew of curse words and a loud, animalistic moan.
“Swallow.” He holds my head in place while he finishes coming, part of his release already sliding down the back of my throat. I swallow what I can, the excess spilling out of my mouth and down my chin.
He falls back on my bed to catch his breath and I scurry to the bathroom to rinse out my mouth.
When I come back into the room, he’s sitting at the end of the bed, waiting for me.
His cock is still hard, standing straight out when he stands and encircles my body with his arm, pulling me back to bed.
There’s no conversation between us this time. No teasing. No holding back. He’s on me and inside me in a flash. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he drives me farther up the bed. My headboard slaps against my bedroom wall with the same steady rhythm when he drives into me.
I’m breathless, drunk on desire, and dizzy with need. Our eyes are locked on each other, our fingers intertwined. He kisses me every few pumps, getting me right to the edge, then pulling back.
Everything about him drives me wild. The way he moves over me, the way he knows how to tilt his hips just right to hit my G-spot. He’s the kind of beautiful that makes logic short-circuit. The kind of sexy you’re willing to throw all the rules out the window for.
Cole’s hands slide down my sides, rough palms finding my hips. “You haven’t even come again and you’re still shaking?” he murmurs against my jaw.
“Yes.”
He smirks, dragging his mouth down my neck, teeth grazing the spot that makes me gasp. “You think you can handle more?”
I bite my lip, trying my hardest already not to come. “How much more?”
“Do you want me to make you come like this or can you hold out and wait for me?”
“Oh my God,” I half groan, half laugh because I’m seconds from losing my mind. My body has started to tremble and my vision is already blurring but I want more.
“Okay, baby,” he says, moving his hips in that way again so that now he’s hitting my G-spot with every thrust, “you can come, but just know I’m not stopping after, okay?”
“Okaaaaay.” I try to say the word but it comes out in a long squeal as my body finally surrenders. The orgasms feel like they just keep getting longer and more intense, like if I have one more I might actually split in two.
He didn’t lie. The second he finishes helping me through my orgasm, he flips me onto my hands and knees and impales me back onto himself.
“Oh God,” I squeak, the words barely audible. “It’s so deep—too intense.”
He hooks his hand around my neck and pulls me back against him so he can kiss me. It’s rough. He looks down at me through those dark lashes, eyes glinting with lust. “You want me to stop or are you gonna be a big girl and let me fuck you again?”
My heart stutters. “No.”
“Say it.”
“I don’t want you to stop. Fuck me again.”
His breath hits my lips, a low growl vibrating through his chest. “Then you’d better hold on, because now…” He presses deeper, his voice rough. “Now I’m going to lose my goddamn mind on you for a few minutes.”
The room smells like sex and pine-scented candles. My body feels boneless, melted into the sheets. Cole’s arm is slung heavy over my stomach, his breathing still uneven against my shoulder.
For a few perfect seconds, I let myself believe this means something more than lust and possibly too much wine.
He shifts beside me, pressing a lazy kiss to my temple. I turn toward him, smiling before I can stop myself. “So…” My voice comes out hoarse. “Now you’re forgiven.”
His low laugh vibrates against my skin. “That right?”
“Pretty sure that’s how this works.”
He stretches, the movement slow and delicious, and then he sits up, muscles flexing as he drags a hand through his messy hair. For a second, I think he’s staying, that we’ll fall asleep tangled like this. But he tosses the sheet from his body and swings his legs over the edge of the bed.
“I guess our clothes never made it to the room with us, did they?” He laughs.
Panic flickers. Do I invite him to stay? Is that even something you ask after… whatever that was? A hookup? A one-night stand?
Oh God, is this my first one-night stand? With Maddie’s brother!
“Leaving already?” I try for light and teasing. “And here I thought you planned to wreck my entire night.”
He glances over his shoulder, one corner of his mouth lifting before disappearing to the kitchen to grab his clothes. “I’m pretty sure if I tried to fuck you again, I’d wreck you for a lot longer than a night.”
“At least I put the bed together right. That could’ve been a very dangerous situation if it collapsed mid-performance.”
He huffs a quiet laugh, sitting back down on the edge of the mattress once he’s dressed again. For a heartbeat he just studies me. Then his fingers slide through my hair, tucking a strand behind my ear.
The touch is so gentle it hurts because this can’t actually be anything. I stop breathing. Waiting for the part where he ruins it with a speech about this being another bad idea… But he doesn’t.
He cups my face, thumb brushing my cheekbone, and leans in close enough that I can feel the ghost of a smile against my lips.
“Good night, Hailey.”
He kisses me softly, his tongue against mine, and then he’s gone, leaving the scent of him in the sheets and my heart doing somersaults in the dark.
I stare at the ceiling, whispering to no one, “Well, merry freaking Christmas to me.”