19. Riley
For a few seconds,our gazes are locked. I’m lost in his dark blue eyes, which gleam in the dim light of the lamp in my room.
He unfreezes abruptly, almost roughly, grabbing the sides of my face. His lips are on mine, and with wild abandon, I cling to him, lean into him, let him walk me backward into the room. His hands are all over me, groping every curve of my body.
“Oh god,” I whimper into his mouth.
“I’m not a god,” he groans. “But you taste like a fucking angel.”
Cole shoves the door shut behind us, then spins me around, pressing me up against it. His grip is tight on my upper arms as he kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. He devours my lips, then moves to my jawline, my neck, my shoulders.
He tugs my top off, and I lift my arms to facilitate him. His fingers find my nipples, and I gasp at the sudden rush of stimulation, my knees going weak. With the door at my back and Cole pressed against my front, I manage to stay upright.
He makes his way back to my mouth. Between kisses, he growls, “I’ve been fucking dying since that Ferris wheel.”
“Me, too—ah!” I let out a sharp gasp as his teeth pull at my lower lip.
“All day, I’ve been wanting to drag you into a bathroom,” he breathes. “See you come, over and over. Feel that pussy tighten on my cock.”
His lips are electric on my collarbone, his breath frantic against the side of my neck. I whimper and squirm against the door, arousal flooding my veins.
He pulls back suddenly, gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger. He tilts my head up a little so that our gazes meet, and there’s something serious and intense burning in his eyes.
“I want you,” he says bluntly. “I’ve done my best to be good. But I’m not a fucking saint.”
I let out a breath. “Oh, thank god.”
He makes a feral sound at that, kissing me again.
He scoops me up into his arms, lifting me, and carries me over to the bed. My thigh is pressed against his crotch, and I can feel how hard he is, the way his cock pulses beneath his pants.
He throws me down on the mattress. As I bounce on the sheets, Cole tugs at my pajama bottoms. Each piece of clothing slides off one by one, deposited in a messy heap to the side of my bed.
Cole stops once I am fully naked and gazes at my body. I feel his eyes leave a blazing trail as they wander from my neck to my chest. His gaze drops further—down to my pussy. A familiar burning sensation rises in my cheeks.
He crawls up onto the bed with me, ending up between my legs. He grips my knees to spread them and looks up at me, making eye contact through the valley of my thighs.
“Wait,” I say suddenly, blushing. I don’t want to interrupt him, but my self-consciousness is too strong. The thought of my whole body on display like this is terrifying despite my desire, like the long drop of an amusement park ride.
Cole stops, lifting an eyebrow in surprise. “What’s wrong?”
“You don’t have to do that,” I whisper, although just the thought of him between my legs makes me wetter than I have been in a long time. “Or we could at least turn off the light. Wouldn’t you prefer that?”
Maybe he can hear the nerves in my voice, because he smirks, shaking his head.
“Eating in the dark is for scared little boys,” he says with a chuckle. “I prefer to fully appreciate my meals. And I intend to savor every bit of you.”
My pulse picks up in response to his words, and I bite my lower lip as Cole lowers his face toward my pussy. He nestles his nose right above my clit and starts with a few broad licks.
Once he has a taste, he is voracious. He keeps me on my toes, switching between precise flicks of the tongue and broad strokes. Each time he swirls his tongue around my clit, my whole body clenches.
I’ve never felt pleasure like this. Not even in my dreams, when I imagined sex so consuming, so searing, that I woke up wet.
Cole explores every bit of me, returning to those spots that cause me to throw my head back and whimper over and over again. I’m already wetter than I thought was possible, and Cole seems to know that. Despite the rarity of his smiles, there’s a satisfied smirk tugging up the corners of his mouth.
He places two fingers at the entrance to my pussy. I squirm, unsure if I can take any more, and let out a little moan.
“Cole… please…”
“I’ve got you, angel,” he growls, sliding his fingers deeper and fucking me with them as he sucks on my clit.
I’ve never had a guy do that before, and it sends an electric shock of pleasure up my spine. A gush of wetness spills from me as I come so hard my back bows off the bed.
Not deterred by the fact that I’m soaking the lower half of his face, he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of me. He curls them inside me as he continues to suck my clit, and I feel my first orgasm roll into a second one as my walls clamp tightly around his fingers.
“Oh god,” I whimper. “Fuck, oh my god.”
“That’s right. You sound so fucking beautiful when you beg.”
He works me through the second climax before finally lifting his head. He wipes his chin and licks his lips, like he doesn’t want to miss a drop, gazing down at me with heated eyes.
As I lie there, dazed but ready for more, Cole undoes the knot holding up his silk pajama pants and kicks them off. His boxers fall next. He fishes around in his pocket and produces a condom.
I’m a little disappointed that the strip show ends there—in all of my fantasies, I’ve tried to imagine him without his shirt on—but as he kneels between my legs on the bed, his stiff cock juts out beneath the hemline of his t-shirt, and my attention is instantly seized by it.
He rolls the condom on, and once his hands are out of the way, I see how massive his cock is. It’s much, much bigger than I remembered from my last glimpse of it.
“I-It’s so big,” I stammer, butterflies erupting in my stomach at the thought of taking him all.
He laughs, breaking the slight tension. “You’ve already seen it,” he reminds me. “Is it really that surprising?”
“Yeah. Well, there’s a big difference between seeing a snake in a zoo and having one right in my face. Are you sure it will… fit?”
I tug my lip between my teeth, trying to cover my obvious nerves.
“It’ll fit,” he reassures me, stroking his sheathed cock once as if inviting me to imagine it inside me.
“How do you know?” I ask, my voice breathy.
He grins sinfully. “Because I know how badly you want me, angel. We’ll make it fit.”
He’s cocky, but he’s right. I huff a short laugh before pulling him down into a kiss, losing myself in the feel of him.
He’s gentle, teasing my clit with the head of his cock until I’m arching my hips up in a silent invitation for more. As he notches himself at my entrance, I can feel myself opening slowly. It doesn’t feel like enough, but he slowly works his way inside.
He stretches me around the tip of his cock, pushing centimeters more inside on each thrust. The progress is painstakingly slow, and I can tell it’s costing him something to hold back like this, but I know he’s doing it for me. The muscles of his neck are tight as he draws out and presses in deeper again, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“More,” I whisper, my heart hammering.
“That’s it. Good girl. Open up for me,” he praises, his voice strained. “You’re doing so fucking well.”
“It feels… it feels good.”
“You want to take it all, don’t you?” he asks.
“Mhm,” I hum with a breathless nod as he continues to push his way inside.
Just when I think he couldn’t possibly be any bigger, his hips touch mine. I let out a sigh of relief as he begins to withdraw, his thick cock sliding against my walls. It feels just as good pulling out as it did going in.
He slowly plunges his hard length back in, and I realize that we were just getting started before. He picks up speed until his deep, slow, and deliberate thrusts become forceful and intense. My mind goes blank as he fucks me like he might never get another chance.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, his hips colliding with mine as he kisses his way from my lips to my jaw and along my neck. “Better than I ever imagined.”
“So do you.”
“It’s not too much?”
“No.” I shake my head, clinging to him. “It’s perfect. I want it all. God, I want—I want more.”
Cole stops suddenly, lifting his head to stare down at me with his cock buried to the hilt inside me. “You do?”
“Yes.” I rake my fingernails down his back, desperate to feel another orgasm steal over me while we’re connected like this. “Please.”
He draws out entirely, and I let out a surprised, plaintive whine. But he just shoots me a hungry look and growls, “Turn over, Riley. On your hands and knees.”
My stomach swoops at the dark command in his tone, and my body responds like it has a mind of its own. I flip over onto all fours, turning to watch over my shoulder as he lines himself up again and presses inside.
“I’m gonna grab your hair,” he tells me, his voice husky. “Tell me if it’s too much, or if it hurts.”
I nod, my pulse fluttering as he wraps my long hair around his fist, pulling my head back a little and making my back arch a bit more. A slight sting spreads through my scalp, and I can feel another gush of wetness coat his cock as I clench around him.
“You like that?” he murmurs.
“Yes.”
I nod as much as I can with the hold he has on my hair, and he makes a noise of satisfaction. Then he starts to thrust again, so deep and hard that both of our bodies rock in sync every time his hips slap against my ass.
“So fucking good,” he mutters, and I can’t tell if he’s talking to me or himself. “So good. I’m not gonna last long like this. Jesus, you’re fucking wrecking me.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my fingers digging into the soft sheets.
I’m so close to coming again, and knowing that he’s having a hard time holding on only ratchets my arousal up even higher. I love knowing that I have that effect on him, and it makes me even more desperate to feel him come inside me, even if there’s a condom between us.
“Can’t.” He tugs a little more sharply on my hair, reaching his free hand around to toy with my clit again. “God, I won’t.”
The friction on my clit is exactly what I needed, and I don’t even have time to wonder how he’s already learning my body so well before I’m coming again.
“Cole!”
I whisper-shout his name as I fall apart, and he fucks me on all fours as I crest over the wave of pleasure with a sharp cry. I cling to the sheets, my arms wobbling and threatening to give out.
As I ride out the tingling remnants of pleasure, he continues to fuck me hard and fast, making my ass shake with each thrust. In the echoes of my orgasm, I’m finding it hard to stay upright, and Cole is relentless in his pace.
“I’m close,” he bites out. “Dammit, Riley, you’re so fucking good. I can’t hold on any longer. I can’t—”
His voice chokes off as he finds his release. There’s a warm sensation within me as he fills the condom with his cum, his cock pulsing and jerking. He groans, his hands tightening on my hips.
I can feel the way his cock seems to thicken, seeming impossibly bigger as he leans over me, shuddering. My heart is pounding out a staccato rhythm in my chest, and his heavy breaths gust against my neck.
After several heartbeats, Cole slowly pulls out, and I drop down to the mattress, dazed and somewhat shaky. My arms are quivering even more than my legs were at Coney Island. I feel exhilarated and overwhelmed, as though I just got off a much more intense ride.
Cole slides the condom off, depositing it in the trash can beside the nightstand. I roll over onto my back, trying to slow my thundering heartbeat. My breath is still coming fast, like I sprinted up a long flight of stairs, and my limbs feel like they’re buzzing.
He gives me a concerned look. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, I’m great.” I let out a breathy laugh. “Better than great, actually. I might have left my body for a second there.”
“In a good way?”
“In the best way,” I assure him. “That was amazing. Maybe the best sex I’ve ever had. It was just a lot, that’s all.”
He grins, seeming pleased by my words. “That was me taking it easy on you, you know.”
The growl in his voice makes my aching clit throb. After all of that, one simple sentence is enough to fill me with desire.
I want to know what it would be like if he didn’t take it easy on me. If he didn’t hold anything back.
It feels like playing with fire to even consider wanting that, but I can’t stop myself. I do want it. It’s all I can think about.
Fuck, that was amazing.
It was better than all of my fantasies. The feeling of him inside me, his hands on my hips, was far beyond what my imagination could cook up in dreams.
While I’m still sprawled on the bed, Cole leans over to kiss me. He rolls onto his back beside me, and we lie facing the ceiling together. His fingertips glide over my exposed thigh, up toward my stomach, like he can’t get enough of touching me.
He makes a small humming sound. “So, I feel like at this point I should reassure you that this isn’t what I invited you here for.”
I glance at him, confused.
“I didn’t hire you just so that I could fuck you,” he clarifies. “I didn’t intend for this to happen.”
“I know. I didn’t intend for it to happen either. I mean, I definitely… daydreamed about it. But I didn’t expect it.”
He nods in agreement. “The chemistry got to be too much,” he admits. “I wanted you, and you wanted me. We tried to be good, but—”
“—neither of us are saints,” I finish, echoing his own words back at him. He gives me a crooked grin.
“I suppose not.” There’s a mischievous gleam in his eyes, like a promise of renewed heat. “You enjoyed all of that dirty talk far too much for sainthood.”
I laugh lightly, then sigh. The post-orgasm haze washes over me as I stare up at the ceiling, letting my body relax into the sheets.
After a few moments of shared silence, he says, “I don’t want to lose you as a nanny.”
I glance back over at him.
“Archie would be devastated,” he continues, running his index finger in spirals over my hip. “You get along with him better than anyone else. I don’t want to cause that kind of chaos for him.”
“Of course,” I say quickly. Before now, I had been so focused on my desires that I hadn’t even thought about what would come afterward—what the consequences might be, if I actually got what I wanted.
If I’d been thinking, I might have guessed I’d get fired. But it doesn’t seem like Cole is about to fire me.
“We’re going to need to figure out how to navigate this now that it’s happened,” he murmurs. “Because I think we can both agree that this will happen again.”
I’m relieved to hear them say that. It’s an acknowledgment that this wasn’t just a one-time attraction that could be permanently sated by a night of sex. This runs deeper.
“Yeah,” I say, nodding. “We’re both going to be under the same roof, and…”
“It would be impossible to resist,” he says, completing my thought. He pauses for a moment, thinking, then adds, “But that doesn’t have to be a problem.”
I shift upwards a little, turning toward him. “No?”
“This could be just sex.”
I consider that for a moment. “No feelings involved,” I say slowly. “Nothing complicated.”
“Right,” he agrees. “No involvement. Purely physical. And we can keep things professional—nothing will happen between us during your work hours. Sex only happens during your time off.”
His fingers, now tracing my abs, pause in their progress across my stomach. He glances at me for confirmation.
“That sounds reasonable,” I say.
“Good.” He nods, clearing his throat. It’s a curt gesture, very unlike the constant, gentle touches he seems hardly aware of.
We’re both silent for a moment, still catching our breath, and I bask in the proximity of his muscled body.
Then he says, “I’m not looking to… to open up to someone. I just wanted to make that clear.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not in a position to get close to anyone right now. I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“Oh. Well, neither am I,” I assure him. I don’t know what I’m looking for, truth be told, but I do know that whatever it is, I need this to continue. I won’t be able to be under the same roof as Cole without it.
“I think this could work.” He leans back against the pillows, a contemplative look on his face. “At the very least, we can give it a try. We’ll keep emotions out of it, and if things get too complicated, either of us can stop it. We just need to say the word.”
“This sounds like a contract,” I say teasingly. “Are you in work mode?”
A sly smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You’re not on that again, are you?” He shakes his head. “If it feels like we’re making some kind of deal, the least we can do is shake on it, huh?”
I give him an incredulous look, as if I can hardly believe what I’m hearing. “Was that a joke? Did you just make a joke?”
Instead of replying, he holds out a hand. I shake it, surprised by the strength of his grip.
“It’s settled, then,” I say, putting on a mock-serious voice. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.”
“A pleasure?” He releases my hand, his eyes glinting with amusement even as heat sparks in their depths. “That was just the beginning, angel. I’ll show you real pleasure.”
With a low noise, he rolls me onto my back, settling between my legs once again.