Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
COLE
I awoke to the warmth of a palm around me, sliding up and down in slow, measured passes.
The pressure was perfect—a little tighter mid-stroke, then easing off near the tip, her thumb circling there before she started over again.
Sometimes she’d let go completely, fingers wandering up over my stomach, tracing lines across my chest, leaving a lingering heat in their wake before returning to wrap around me once more.
I blinked my eyes open, disoriented for the briefest of moments.
The softness of Harper’s body pressed into mine answered the question before I could ask myself where I was.
She was curled in beside me, her breasts smashed against my chest, one of her thighs tossed across mine, her mound plastered against my hip and, ever so slowly, rocking against the bone.
The sheets had wriggled their way down in the night, so we were naked, sprawled out together. Her legs were bare, smooth as silk, every little move she made sparking a fresh wave of arousal, edging me closer to being fully awake.
The room was still dark, the faintest hint of gray light coming through the curtains, so it was early. Too early for her neighbors to appreciate the kind of noise I wanted to make.
“Morning,” she whispered against my neck, her breath tickling my skin. I bit back a groan as her hand continued its slow torture.
“Well, good morning. What time is it?”
“Five thirty. I wasn’t sure what time you get up for work.” She kissed my jaw, my throat, working her way down. “But I didn’t figure you’d be mad if I woke you up nice.”
“You figured right.” I palmed her head, tipping her face up so I could kiss her. “Now, after all that hollerin’ you did last night, what could you possibly want at five thirty in the morning?”
She laughed, but the sound was low, curling from deep in her throat. “You really want to know what I want right now?”
“Hell, yeah. I never know what’s about to fall out of your mouth.”
“I want to suck you off until you’re feeling so good you’re promising me things you know you can’t actually deliver. Then I want you to set the tone for my entire day by giving me every inch of that dick you’ve been keeping from me the whole time you’ve been at RMC.”
“That’s…an aggressive agenda, Ms. Sutton.”
“I’m an aggressive woman, Dr. Vaughn.”
She rolled on top of me, then slithered down my body until her breasts were pressed against my thighs and her mouth was just inches away from where I needed her most. The sight of her looking up at me, her fingers wrapped around the base of my shaft, made my breath catch in my throat.
She was taking her sweet time, pressing soft kisses along my hip bones, letting her tongue dart out to taste me.
“You’re killing me here,” I choked out.
“Good,” she murmured against my thigh. “I like you a little desperate.”
Her tongue finally made contact, a brief flick against the head, and I couldn’t stop the curse that rolled out. She smiled against me like she’d won some kind of prize, then took me into her mouth with agonizing slowness. The wet heat was enough to make my vision blur at the edges.
I tangled my fingers in her hair, not guiding her but needing something to anchor me to reality. She worked me with a patience that bordered on cruel, alternating between long, slow pulls and quick flicks of her tongue that had me fighting to stay still.
“Shit,” I breathed. “You wake up in the gutter, huh?”
She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips still brushing against me. “Maybe waking up next to you brings out the nasty in me.”
Her gaze held mine as she took me deeper and I had to close my eyes and concentrate on breathing. Every nerve ending in my body zeroed in on the feeling of her lips, the brush of her tongue, teeth catching gently and sending a ripple straight through me.
I tipped my head up, mesmerized by the way her cheeks hollowed, her jaw flexed, the pleasured groans that rolled from her as her lips slid up and down my length.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I relaxed, let my thighs fall open, and laid a hand on either side of her neck. My base instinct took over and I began to thrust into the sweet heat of her mouth.
“Harper…Christ…the way you…I can’t even…” I let out a string of curses, her name tumbling from my lips as my hips undulated, my words dissolved into a groan as she hummed around me.
Harper seemed pretty proud of herself, the way she glanced up at me—smug, like she had me right where she wanted me.
And she did. I tried to keep it together, but she was relentless. Her tongue worked magic, swirling and pressing, and she didn’t let up.
“Harper…fuck! Shit, just like that.”
Right when I thought I’d be shooting a load down her throat, she pulled off, aiming the stream at my chest and abs instead. The release painted my skin while my body vibrated with the force of climax.
“Good boy,” she purred, sitting up to straddle my thighs and stroking me through it, milking every last drop. I gasped and cursed and chanted her name more times than was dignified.
When I finally floated back down to earth, her face hovered above mine, a grin stretching wide across her lips. She dipped in, kissed me, then drew back.
“That was even better than I imagined it would be.”
I sighed, laughing. “Harper…seriously, where the hell have you been my whole life?”
She chuckled, then rolled off of me. I watched her walk away, appreciating the view of her high, round ass, her shapely legs, and the sway of her hips. I heard the tap turn on, then she came back with a warm washcloth.
She settled beside me on the bed and began to wipe away the mess we’d made. The intimacy of the gesture caught me off guard—this tender aftercare following something so raw and hungry.
I waited until she finished, then sat up, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her toward me.
“Turn around,” I said, keeping my tone gentle but firm. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Her eyes went wide, pupils dilating, and a slow smile spread across her face. “Oh, we’re doing this?”
“You think you can wake me up with head, then go about your day?” I guided her into position, watching as she settled on all fours, her perfect ass in the air.
She looked back at me over her shoulder, her voice raspy and full of sass. “I was hoping you’d want to participate.”
“You ain’t even got to worry about it.”
I ran my hands over the curve of her hips, then down to take hold of her ass. She was already wet for me, ready, and when I slid my fingers between her thighs, she shuddered.
“Fuck…”
“You want this dick? Right now?” I positioned myself behind her, dragging across her opening, teasing. She tried to push back against me, but I held her hips firm, keeping her in place.
“Cole…please…stop playing and give it to me.”
I eased into her slowly, watching as she dropped like a rock, forehead resting on her forearms. The angle was deeper this way, tighter, and we both groaned at the sensation.
“Shh…” I warned, beginning a nice, slow fuck. “It’s too early for us to get loud.”
I heard a giggle rise from her. “You think I give a fuck?” She pushed back against me, taking me deeper. “Shiiiit. You feel too good to hold back.”
I tried to move slowly, just to keep the headboard from tapping the wall, but Harper had other ideas. Every time I pushed forward, she matched me, her ass bouncing back against my hips. The vision made my mouth go dry just watching her.
“Harder,” she demanded, her voice muffled against the mattress.
“You sure?” I asked, not letting up but waiting for it, the confirmation.
“Cole, I fucking swear to—”
I chuckled. I liked when Harper got all frustrated and cussed at me to give her what she’s been begging for. I obliged, driving into her with enough force to make her yelp. Her fingers clutched at the sheets; the sounds she made were music to my ears.
“Right there,” she panted. “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
I held steady, laser-focusing on the way her body responded to my movements, the way she pushed back to meet me, chasing her pleasure. One hand slid around to find her clit; a few tight circles later, she nearly fell apart.
“Ah! Fuck, Cole—”
“You ‘bout to come?” I teased, already knowing the answer.
Harper bucked up so quick I almost lost my grip on her.
Her hands flew to the headboard, gripping it like she was about to ride out a tornado.
She snapped her thighs wide open, knees sinking into the mattress, and began to pulse her hips in tight little circles, grinding herself against me with unfiltered, aggressive need.
Scooting up, I grabbed her by the waist to hold her close—to be close to her.
I clutched a breast in one hand, her clit in the other, and squeezed both, gentle at first, and then rougher when I heard the way she went wild.
It was like I’d flipped a switch and turned her from just woke up to coming apart in half a second.
Her body told me she was close. The way her pussy pulsed around me, the way her muscles tensed, the way her teeth clenched and all of her pleas and commands came out like animalistic grunts.
I gave it to her. Hard. Fast. Deep. Skin to skin, hips slapping against her ass, the sound of our impending climax echoing off the damn walls.
So much for being quiet.
Harper rode every stroke, chasing the high, determined to get hers. When she came, there was a sharp gasp, a loud cry, and the way she clenched around me like a vise, I went down with her. I dug my fingers into her hips and pounded out another release, groaning into the pre-dawn quiet.
I stayed buried inside her as long as I could, both of us breathing hard. Finally, I eased out and she collapsed onto her side, pulling me down next to her.
“I’m gonna have to start doing some cardio,” I said, still panting as I wrapped my arms around her.
She laughed. I was proud of how sated she sounded. “Was I too much at five thirty in the morning?”