25. Flight Risk #2
It’s as though I’ve given him permission for something he wasn’t sure he’d be allowed to have again, and the gratitude I find in his eyes is everything.
Cole Whittaker has been waiting for me to tell him what I want, and I took a page right out of his own playbook—I did it without saying a word.
“Sweetheart.” The command, the plea, the complete honesty in his tone tugs at my core.
I lower my mouth to his ear. “Slow,” I whisper. What I mean is, intentional.
We’ve fucked, and it was everything I needed.
Now, I need to know what it all means.
“As slow, as long, as hard or soft as you want, baby.” His hands roam free across my skin, and I arch into his touch.
I roll my hips against his hard length that’s still covered by cotton.
“All morning.”
He flips me onto my back. “And then some.”
His mouth moves down my body the way a man moves through a house he built with his own hands—every turn deliberate, nothing rushed, every pause and nip intentional.
He knows my body as though he wrote the code for my pleasure.
I scrape my nails over his scalp, and he growls against my hip bone.
“You’re perfect. So.” He presses a kiss along the elastic of my panties. “Fucking.” Another kiss lands at the apex of my thighs, and I groan. “Perfect.”
His gaze lifts to mine right when his fingers slip beneath the elastic of my panties. He’s waiting for permission, and I nod greedily.
It seems as though that was the last barrier he was waiting on permission for. The second I’m free from the damp silk, his large fingers open my pussy. His tongue, his glorious, magical tongue, licks a line straight up my center.
“Cole,” I gasp. That’s all I can form because he flicks my clit with his tongue until the tortured bud is swollen and throbbing. Then he bites it, and my legs tremble.
“Slow,” he reminds me.
I’ve made a grave error in judgment.
One finger enters me, and I sag in relief, but relief is not what he’s offering today. Today, it’s a slow lesson in seduction.
A slow lesson I all but demanded.
“I—I’m running the show today.” There’s zero conviction in my words.
He chuckles, and the vibrations nearly send me into an orgasm, but the jerk pulls back at the last second.
“You’ll get your turn, Viper.”
He seals his lips over my clit and sucks and sparks tingle along my spine. Without warning, he enters me with two fingers, scissoring, exploring, reaching for a button he apparently has the GPS coordinates for because he locks down on my G-spot a moment later.
“C-Cole.”
“I think I’ve waited my whole damn life to hear you say my name like that.”
He licks again, and my hands take purchase in his hair. I tug and pull and beg without words, but he goes…slow.
Nightmarishly slow.
My hips buck against him when his magical fingers press inside me again. My upper body twists and turns as he fucks me thoroughly, unhurriedly, languishingly.
Every inch of me rolls in time with his seduction. We’re so in tune with each other that when he sparks, I light. When he licks, I shudder. When he pulls, I push.
It’s why I’m caught off guard when pressure slips between my cheeks.
I think I scream when his thumb slips past the ring of muscle.
“You wanted slow, baby, and I want a first.”
I’ve lost all sense of space. Somehow he’s fucking my ass and pussy in time with his finger and tongue, and while my brain wants to work out logistics, my body gives in to sensation.
“Is this a first I can have, sweetheart?”
I blink as though I’m suddenly blinded by light. I’m a mole facing sunshine when I was expecting a long dark tunnel. I only vaguely hear a drawer open and close before his gaze is crashing into mine again.
“What?” I snap. The release of negative energy feels so fucking good because my body is waiting for the last thread to break.
His thumb circles my back entrance again, and my body trembles with the kind of pleasure I thought only happened in my romance novels.
“Are you—” Holy shit. Breathing is hard. “Are you asking to fuck my ass, Cole?”
“That mouth,” he growls, and then takes no mercy on my clit.
His fingers are everywhere, turning me into a live wire shooting sparks into the ether, waiting for the explosion.
“Come,” he demands while his teeth have my clit trapped. The vibrations, the puff of hot air, his fingers pulling pleasure from the deepest recesses of my core, all send me spiraling into an orgasm I won’t recover from.
And he doesn’t let up.
Somehow, he keeps moving in a slow, delicious dance that only he knows the steps to, and my body is the conduit for his music.
Tears leak from my eyes as the orgasm tightens muscles I didn’t know I had.
“Beautiful,” I hear him murmur. “Mine. Beautiful. Mine.”
He’s chanting, and I wonder if I passed out as feeling creeps across my limbs.
Cole’s above me, staring down with a strange smile I’ve never seen.
Mine.
That’s what his smile says.
And he’s right.
I am his. There’s no fighting it. There’s no denying.
I was born to be his.
And he was born to be mine.
His fingers move again. Fuck. He’s still inside me.
And he asked me a question.
“I’ve never had anal sex.” I can’t believe I don’t blush. Or perhaps, my entire body is just too flushed from an orgasm I swear sent me straight to heaven.
“But do you want to?” He’s so gentle, so…Cole.
Do I?
“Why do you? Is this like…a thing for you? Should we go over kinks now?” Please say no. Please say no. The slow roll of his fingers inside my body is priming me for another release, and I think I’ll agree to anything at this point, so long as it’s with him.
“Not a thing of mine normally.” His voice is almost hypnotic.
“But the idea of sharing a first with you, like this?” Something wet and cold lands on my overheated skin.
Whatever digit he has buried in my ass makes itself known before he attempts to slide a second one in. “Is something I want desperately.”
“Why?” Curse me and my need for answers. My body wants whatever the fuck Cole wants, but my mind is unsettled.
“Because I lost so many firsts with you, Junie.” He adds more lube and a moan escapes my defenses. “Knowing I can have one now, it feeds a need inside me I never knew I had until this very moment. I didn’t get to be your first partner, your first kiss, your first anything. But this?”
I moan long and low as he rims my ass again.
“This I want to share with you. It’s ours—something no one can take away.”
He says it as though it has so many deeper meanings—as though someone has taken me away before—but now is not the time for those answers.
And I want a first with him. “Yes.”
“Yes?” He cocks a brow, like he thought I’d deny him something he wanted so badly.
“We’ll have to go—”
“Slow.” A wide, seductive smile slips across his lips. “I think you’ll find I’m more than…proficient at slow.”
He hauls me to him with warm hands as he drags us up the bed. He’s leaning against the headboard, and now I’m straddling him again.
“You go as slow as you need, Junie. As long as I get to see your eyes as you sink that beautiful full ass onto my thick cock, I’ll die a very happy man.”
With my knees splayed wide, I lift up so he can remove his boxers, and when his cock releases between us, I pause.
The fat head of his dick is red and glistening. He’s so hard and so thick, I can practically feel the burn of him tearing my ass in two.
And maybe I just have a Cole-kink because suddenly, that’s the only thing I want. Pleasure and pain. Push and pull.
Him and me.
Wrapping a hand around his base, I guide him to my back hole, but his hand wraps around mine.
“Get it wet first, Junie. Use your come as lubricant.”
I frown but rub his tip through my pussy, my eyes fluttering closed when his cock presses against my sensitive clit.
Then I let nature take over. He slips inside my pussy, and I ride him, hearing the proof of my earlier orgasm every time I grind against his pelvis.
“You got so wet for me, baby.” He presses against my clit, and I shudder. “Does the thought of taking me in your ass get you turned on?”
I can’t answer. I can’t.
“Or was it the way I ate you out, like I’ve been waiting years for a single taste?”
My body rolls against his, but his palm at my lower back controls the pace. Then he presses his lips to my ear.
“Spoiler, I have,” he growls. “I’ve spent years imagining what you would feel like spasming around my cock. Years pretending that my hand was a suitable substitute for your perfect cunt. Years fucking myself in cold showers while imagining it was your lips, your pussy, your come soaking me.”
“Oh, God. Oh. Oh. God.”
“No,” he roars. He presses his fingertips into my hips, holding me steady. “Do not come until I say so.”
“Y-you’re out of your damn mind.”