21. Sock Thief #2
He pinches my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, just hard enough to get a reaction out of me, and my body bends to his will when my hips shoot forward, my back arching into him.
The moan that escapes my throat has him groaning in response.
My eyes drift closed, and then he has a hand at my back, dragging me forward so my legs wrap around his waist, evidence of his need pressing into my core, and everything I’ve ever wanted is finally within reach.
“I’ll only ask this one time, and then you’ll truly be mine, so make sure.”
I nod, panting, as I glance up into his stormy eyes.
“Are you sure that this?” His hand on my back presses me against his body again. “Is what you want?”
I blink to clear the cobwebs, but my answer is as clear as anything I’ve ever said. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
His chest rumbles so much the vibration rolls through our bodies, but his gaze—his gaze softens into something I’ve never experienced before—unfiltered love.
Before I can respond, he has two hands under my thighs and is lifting me. I tighten my legs around his waist, clasp my hands together at his neck, and hold on while he walks with me in his arms toward the stairs.
He doesn’t even break a sweat as he climbs to the second floor or when he slams his bedroom door shut with his foot.
I’m not sure he even blinks as he lowers me gently to his bed—the one room in the house I’ve actively avoided. The room is decorated for comfort but with feminine touches too.
Insecurity crowds my emotions for only half a second because that’s when I see it.
Across the room, in a frame. The only photograph I can find in here, and it’s of us dancing at Nolan’s graduation party.
Cole follows my line of sight, then cringes. “Now you know,” he rasps before climbing up my body on the bed.
“Know what?”
“That this is all I’ve ever wanted too.”
He doesn’t allow me a moment to absorb his confession because he’s lifting my shirt up over my breasts, then over my head and following the path of skin with his lips, teeth, and tongue. When he tosses my shirt to the floor, he backtracks down my torso to the band of my sleep shorts.
“Jesus Christ, Junie.” His hands cup my breasts—squeezing, pinching, weighing. He licks, kisses, and nips along my hip bone, across my center to the other side. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I can’t speak because if I do, I’ll say something to ruin this moment—something stupid, or snarky, or just…
My head lolls as he slips his fingers into the sides of my shorts and slowly lowers them. Pressing my feet into the mattress, I help by lifting my hips, allowing him to remove everything until I’m completely bare before him.
For the longest moment, he just stares at every inch of exposed skin. When I’m about to curl into a ball and die of embarrassment, he places his big hands on my knees, then slowly pulls them apart, opening me up to him in every way.
“Look how wet you are for me.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Cole Whittaker has always been sexy.
Dirty-talking Cole Whittaker might be my undoing.
“C-Cole.” Who the hell am I? I don’t freaking…melt. Yet here I am, a giant pool of want under his gaze.
“Here’s how this is going to work, baby.”
My lashes fly so high I’m sure he can see all the whites of my eyes. It’s his tone. It’s…different. Dominant in a way I never, ever believed I’d obey.
“You,” he rumbles, “fight me every chance you get. I like it. I love it even, but in here?” He strips himself naked and takes all the moisture from my mouth too. I’ve never actually seen a V like that on anyone. My last romance book called it a cum gutter, but I didn’t get it before.
Now I do.
His cock bounces free when he lowers his pants to the floor, and I’m having a hard time paying attention to anything else. It’s long and thick with a vein on the underside I want to press my forefinger to just to feel it pulse.
Cole wraps a fist around his thick shaft, and he’s never looked more confident.
“Are you listening?” he growls. Cole Whittaker growls at me, and my core pulses to the vibration.
I’m in so much fucking trouble, but I nod, incapable of speech.
“In here, I’m in control.”
Yeah, right. I laugh, then realize it’s only in my head because holy shit. I think I want him to take charge, to be in control.
He crawls up the bed, spreading my legs impossibly wide. I’m so turned on I can actually feel myself getting wetter, and he hasn’t even really touched me yet.
“First,” he says. “You’re going to come on my mouth. Then you’ll come on my fingers. And just when you think you can’t take another minute of pleasure, then you’ll get my cock. That is when you’ll know.”
“Know what?” I mewl as his hands slide up the inside of my thighs.
A deviously impassioned grin lights up his face. “That you were always mine, Juniper.”
I cry out when he darts forward. He hasn’t even touched me there yet, but my core anticipates it, and he chuckles. He’s so close to my pussy that his laugh blasts my core with heat that has my entire body twisting in reaction.
But his strong hands hold my hips still, then he tastes me. One lick straight up my center, and I swear sparks fly all around us. Cole groans, long and low in the back of his throat, and me? I fall helplessly, hopelessly, endlessly over the edge.
“What the fuck have I been doing with my life.” He sounds pissed, but his fingers are exploring me in a way that steals all my thoughts. Then he reaches up and paints my bottom lip with a wet finger.
My tongue instantly darts out before my mind catches up to what I’m doing.
“Do you taste that?” he demands.
I nod.
“What does it taste like?” One long finger breaches my core, and I groan around the delicious intrusion.
“Me.”
Another finger surges into my center.
“Wrong, Junie.” His lips clamp over my clit and he sucks so hard stars form in my vision. “You taste like mine,” he mumbles around my skin. “Fucking mine.”
“I—”
Cole doesn’t give me a chance to respond. He hoovers my clit while flicking it with his tongue. It’s aggressive, and rough, and everything I’ve never had.
I curl my fingers into his hair just to have something to hold on to because the world is slipping away into a spiral of bliss that shouldn’t be real.
“Oh, baby.” He speaks into my damp flesh. “You’re so close.”
I am. I really am.
He presses his tongue into my center while his long, thick fingers stroke my clit faster and faster, barreling me toward release.
Then he uses his free hand to press down on my lower belly, and I don’t know what the fuck happens, but my entire body spasms. My back arches and curls, trying to outrun the electricity shooting through every one of my nerves.
I cry out.
Convulse.
Fall.
“That’s one.” The gravel in those two words tell me that Cole isn’t playing around.
He’s really going to make me come three times tonight, and I’m barely surviving the first.
He crawls up my body, his fingers never leaving my pussy as those rough digits continue their leisurely fucking while he slowly moves his thumb to my clit, adding pressure there before I’ve even begun to recover.
“How about now?” he murmurs. “Am I being clear enough now?”
He kisses my lips, and the taste of me mingles with the taste of him and I lose all sense of reality.
“You came on my lips. Now it’s time for my fingers, baby.” He picks up speed, fingers flying across my clit like a piano player sliding into presto.
“Fuck,” I grind out just before his free hand wraps around my neck. And here I was thinking my eyes couldn’t get any bigger.
His fingers tighten almost imperceptibly around my skin, and I come again.
Harder than the first time. I can’t process any of it.
My body seizes as white-hot fire zips through my bloodstream, and I cry out—loudly.
Loud enough that Cole clamps a hand over my mouth, his eyes dancing with everything we’ve never said.
“That’s two. Am I clear yet?”
My pussy spasms again with aftershocks I can’t control.
Even my nipples are throbbing.
I’ve never had an ab workout like this before. I’m going to feel Cole’s prowess for days.