Chapter 12 #2
My fingers tremble as I work the buttons of his shirt, and my heart pounds with the electric anticipation humming between us.
One by one, the buttons slip free, exposing the taut muscles of his intricately tattooed chest, a light scattering of dark hair leading down to the toned V of his hips.
His skin radiates warmth under my touch as I spread the fabric wide before my palms glide over the defined ridges of his abs, feeling them flex beneath my exploration.
Cole's answering groan vibrates low in his throat, sending a shiver down to my toes. The hotel room's air vibrates with our shared urgency while the city lights filter through the curtains, casting shadows over his broad shoulders.
My heart gallops, every nerve alight with this intense pull between us that makes me feel alive, wanted, and utterly connected to him.
His hands match my desperation when they dive under the hem of my dress to skim up my thighs, and bunch the fabric higher with rough, deliberate tugs.
Cool air kisses my exposed skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat of his fingertips brushing the lace edge of my panties.
I press closer, my curves moulding to his solid frame as I feel the rigid heat of his thick cock straining against my thigh through his pants.
“Fucking Christ, Sweetheart, you're so damn soft,” he murmurs, his gravelly whisper caressing my jaw before his teeth nip at my neck, scraping just enough that I gasp. The sting blooms into pleasure, making me arch into him as my body responds to the sheer intensity of his touch.
Emboldened by his hunger, I shove his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. My hands roam greedily over the powerful lines of his back, tracing the intricate tattoos that cover his arms and torso—hidden masterpieces in black ink, only visible now as I draw him flush against me.
“Don't stop, Cole, please,” I breathe, my voice thick with need. “I need your hands on me.”
“Oh, I'm just getting started, baby,” he growls, and in one fluid move, he hooks his fingers into my panties and yanks them down my legs. The fabric tickles my skin before I kick it aside, leaving me bare and exposed with my silky dress hiked up around my waist.
Without hesitation, his hand cups my pussy, fingers parting my slick folds to plunge into the wetness that's been soaking for him since we kissed me at the rink.
A moan is ripped from my lips, raw and unrestrained, as his thumb presses hard against my clit, rubbing in slow, teasing circles that make electricity zap along my spine.
“Fuck, you're drenched for me already,” he says, a mixture of awe and heady anticipation threaded through his words.
His breath is hot on my skin when he slides two thick fingers inside me and curls them deep to stroke that spot that makes my vision blur, and my inner walls clench greedily around him.
My hips rock shamelessly against his palm, chasing the fire he's stoking, every thrust of his fingers pulling whimpers from my throat.
But it's not enough—I need more of him.
I need all of him.
My hands fumble with his belt, yanking it open with frantic tugs before I pop the button of his pants and push the offending garment down his thighs.
“Fuck, baby, easy,” he warns, but his voice is strained, eyes locked on mine. “Not yet. I need to taste you first. I need to feel you come on my tongue.”
Then he's on his knees as his hands gather my dress. He watches me as he lifts one of my legs to drape it over his shoulder before leaning closer with single-minded fervour in his dark eyes. His tongue flattens against my pussy, making firm, broad strokes from my entrance to my clit.
I cry out in utter abandon, fingers tangling in his still-damp hair to hold him there as he sucks my swollen clit into the heat of his mouth.
He sucks hard before flicking his tongue rapidly, sending me into a frenzy while his fingers thrust deeper, scissoring to stretch me wide for him.
The wet sounds of his mouth on me fill the room, mingling with my gasps, and the already taut coil in my belly tightens almost unbearably.
He starts slow, savouring every inch, his tongue circling my clit with deliberate pressure before plunging inside me alongside his fingers. My legs tremble as my knees buckle, and pleasure crashes over me in waves.
“Cole... Oh God, yes, yes,” I whimper, my hips bucking wildly against his face, grinding into his relentless rhythm.
He growls against me, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge.
His free hand grips my thigh to hold me steady, and his fingers dig in with such ferocity I know I’ll have marks later.
His fingers fuck me hard as he curls and twists them to hit that sensitive spot over and over, while his tongue lashes my clit without mercy. Suddenly, heat floods me, and my body tenses as I shatter.
“Cole!”
His name is torn from my lips as my orgasm rips through me, my walls pulsing around his fingers while my pleasure coats his chin. He doesn't stop until he’s drawn out every tremor until I'm boneless and panting.
Slowly, he sets my leg back on the carpet before rising to his feet.
His lips glisten with my release when he leans down to capture my mouth in a deep kiss.
His thumbs gently brush my cheekbones when his hands come up to frame my face, and I taste myself on his tongue, salty and sweet, as he devours me.
Pulling back just enough, I meet his heated gaze, and with a surge of boldness, I push him back onto the bed.
His eyes widen in surprise before darkening with approval when I shrug out of the silky dress to bare my lingerie to his avid gaze. My bra goes first, followed by my panties, before I straddle his toned thighs.
Looking between us, I see his cock standing rigid against his stomach with pre-cum beading at the tip. When I look up, I find his eyes firmly on me, so I lick my lips in anticipation before I reach for the condom in the drawer of the nightstand, impatiently tearing the packet open with my teeth.
He watches me as I slowly roll the latex down his length, my fingers wrapping around his shaft to smooth it into place. He thrusts into my hand, and his breath hitches as I stroke him firmly from base to tip, feeling him throb under my grip.
Once he's sheathed, I grind my still-sensitive pussy along his cock, coating the condom in my wetness. He groans, hands gripping my hips to guide my movements as I rock forward and back, the friction teasing us both.
“Fuck, yes. You’re so fucking perfect. So fucking wet,” he rasps, thumbs pressing into my soft skin. “Ride me, Sweetheart. Show me how much you need this cock.”
I whimper at his filthy words before lifting up to position him at my entrance.
Our gazes catch and hold, and we watch each other with a fervour I feel in my bones as I sink down slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching around him until he's buried deep.
The fullness makes me moan, my walls fluttering as I adjust before I start moving, rolling my hips in a steady grind that has him thrusting up to meet me.
We find a rhythm, my breasts bouncing with each rise and fall, his hands roaming from my hips to pinch my nipples, an action that sends jolts straight to my core.
Sweat slicks our skin, the room filled with the sound of flesh against flesh and our mingled breaths. But we shift together, rolling so I'm under him, his weight pressing into me as he drives into me with powerful strokes, hitting deep and hard.
“You feel so fucking good…so fucking good.”
Then he hooks his hands under my knees, lifting and spreading my legs high to drape them over his broad shoulders. The new position angles me open as he kneels between my thighs, his cock thick and rigid, pressing against my entrance once more.
He pushes in slowly at first, taking his time as he sinks deeper than before, reaching somewhere inside me that makes my vision blur. My breath catches in my throat as my pussy vibrates around his length, gripping him tighter in response.
Cole's eyes lock on mine, dark with lust, as he starts thrusting in long, deliberate strokes, his hips rolling to drive home each time. His palms slide up my calves, massaging the muscles there with firm pressure, holding me steady as he picks up speed.
“So fucking wet, baby,” he growls, his voice rough and edged with awe, before he leans back to gaze down on my body. “I could come just watching my cock fuck your tight pussy.”
One of his hands moves between us, his fingers finding my clit swollen and sensitive, and he begins to rub with insistent strokes. The dual stimulation is almost too much, and I arch into him, my legs shaking on either side of his chest.
“Oh God, Cole.” My voice is hoarse with need. “Please, don't stop. I need—I need more.”
Sweat beads his brow as he groans deep within his chest, increasing the rhythm of his thrusts along with the pressure of his thumb on my clit. The sensations build as a coil of pleasure tightens in my belly, and I can feel my orgasm building, threatening to consume me.
“That's it, Sweetheart, that’s it,” he breathes. “Let go, come for me. Come all over my cock.”
His words push me over the edge, and I shatter, my body convulsing as my orgasm crashes over me. Cole continues to thrust, his pace relentless, and I can feel his own release building. My pussy clenches around his cock, and I cry out, my voice raw with pleasure.
“So fucking perfect,” he growls, his eyes burning into mine. “Gonna come, baby. Gonna come in this perfect fucking pussy.”
Then he surges forward with a rough groan, and his cock pulses inside me as he rides out his orgasm. We stay like that, our bodies still connected, our breaths mingling, until the last tremors pass.
His lips find mine in a fleeting kiss before achingly slowly, and oh-so-gently, Cole eases himself from between my legs. He rolls to the side, disposing of the condom before pulling me against his chest, his fingers trailing lazy patterns on my shoulder.
For a long moment, we just breathe together, the city lights still filtering through the curtains.
“So,” I say finally, still catching my breath. “You weren't kidding at the ice rink.”
His fingers still their maddening patterns on my skin. “About what?”
I tilt my head to look at him, unable to keep the teasing note from my voice. “About mastering things properly. You know, when you do something, you commit to doing it right?”
Understanding dawns in his eyes, followed by something heated and decidedly smug. “Are you saying I've mastered this?”
“Oh, I'm saying you've definitely exceeded expectations, Hotshot.” I trail my finger down his chest. “Multiple times, in fact.”
His hand catches mine, pressing it flat against his racing heart.
“Multiple?” There’s a dangerous glint shining in his dark eyes. “Oh, baby, if you think I'm done mastering things tonight, you're very much mistaken.”
“Is that so?” My pulse quickens despite how thoroughly satisfied I already feel.
“Absolutely.” He rolls us so I'm beneath him again, his mouth hovering just above mine. “I told you, I don't do anything halfway.”
I laugh, threading my fingers through his hair. “Well, I'm not complaining about your commitment to excellence.”
His lips curve into that devastating smile. “Then let me show you what overachieving really looks like.”