20. Cole
Riley’s thighsfall open for me as my tongue delves into her mouth. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, her body so soft and warm beneath mine that it nearly drives me mad.
I’ve been craving her for so long—since the first moment I saw her, if I’m being honest with myself—and now that I have her, I feel like a fiend, ravenous for more. I wasn’t lying a moment ago when I said that it’s impossible to resist her.
Now that I know what she tastes like, I don’t know how I managed to resist for so long.
My rapidly hardening cock slides against Riley’s slippery pussy as I kiss her, and I roll my hips against hers. Now that we’ve already fucked once and taken the edge off, it’s a little less frantic than it was when I first came to her room, but there’s still an urgency to my movements. I feel like a starving man who’s suddenly found himself at a feast, and I can’t seem to stop myself from taking what I want.
What I need.
The underside of my shaft grazes Riley’s clit, and she sucks in a breath, her fingers digging into my shoulders. She breaks our kiss for a moment, looking down between us as her eyes widen.
“You’re hard again,” she whispers.
“So you’ve noticed.” I tease her—or maybe myself—by sliding through her folds again, slicking my cock with her wetness. She whimpers, her hips arching upward.
“I thought…” Her eyelashes flutter as I tease her clit again, my gaze locked on her face. “Isn’t there usually a longer recovery time? What’s it called, a refractory period? I thought it took a while for men to get… hard again.” She sucks in a breath, squirming beneath me as I grind against her. Then a smirk tilts her lips as she adds, “Especially older men.”
Fuck. I know she’s joking about my age, since I have a good five years on her. But she looks so damn irresistible as she’s doing it, her honey-colored eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Some things only get better with age,” I growl back, dropping my head to bite her nipple in retaliation. She yelps, a gush of wetness soaking my cock in response, letting me know she liked that.
“Cole,” she whimpers. “Oh, fuck…”
Goddamn. If I wasn’t fully hard again already, the sound of my name on her lips like that, breathless and needy, would have my dick standing at attention in seconds.
“To be fair,” I tell her, switching breasts and biting her other nipple, just to hear her make that sound again, “my cock has never seemed to care about the rules when it comes to you. It usually does take me a bit longer to recover for a second round, but apparently, my dick craves you just as much as I do.”
She releases her grip on my shoulders, threading her fingers through my hair instead as I lick and suck at her nipple. Her grip is tight, like she wants to keep me right where I am, and she arches her back, offering me more of her perfect breasts.
“Good,” she whispers. “Because I want you again. Fuck, Cole. That feels so good.”
I growl against her soft skin, continuing my assault on her breasts. They taste almost as good as her pussy did, and the sounds she’s making right now will replay in my head every time I jerk off for the next week, I’m sure of it.
She’s so fucking responsive. I love it. She’s better than every hot and dirty fantasy I’ve ever had about her, and it only makes me want more.
When I finally pull away from her breasts, the pale skin there is flushed and marked. Her nipples are hard little peaks, still glistening and wet from when I had them in my mouth, and her honey-brown eyes are hazy and hooded with desire.
I work my way down her stomach, pressing kisses to the flat stretch of skin there until I reach the neatly trimmed hair above her pretty pussy.
When I press a kiss to her clit, a little cry gets stuck in her throat, her thigh muscles tensing as if they’re about to clamp around my head. I grip them lightly, spreading them wider instead as I drag my tongue up her slit.
“God, oh fuck,” she breathes. Then she shakes her head. “You don’t have to… you don’t have to do that. I’m already ready.”
A lift a brow, tilting my head a bit to look up at her. “You don’t want me to eat you out?”
She flushes, the pink color on her chest rising up to her cheeks. “No, I do. I just thought it was something most guys only did to get a girl ready for sex. And if that’s the case, you don’t have to.”
Jesus. Who the fuck are these guys she’s been sleeping with?
They certainly sound more like boys than men. I don’t quite know why, since I just told her I’m not looking for anything more than sex, and I meant it—but I feel an unaccountable surge of jealousy at the idea of another man between her legs. Especially a man who considered eating her out to be some kind of chore he had to do just to be sure she was ready to take his cock.
“Let’s get one thing straight, angel,” I tell her, releasing one of her thighs so I can press two fingers into her. She’s wet, and since she’s already taken my cock once tonight, they slide in easily. “I’m not most guys. And I’m not doing this…” I circle her clit with my tongue. “…because I have to. I’m doing it because I want to. Because I fucking love the way you taste. I’ve been dreaming of it for far too long, and now that I can finally indulge in you, I’m going to.”
The soft moan that falls from her lips in response to my words goes straight to my cock, and I bury my face between her legs, curling my fingers to stroke her g-spot as I lap at her.
Her hips undulate against my face as she starts to seek out more pressure, and one of her hands lands on the back of my head for a second before drifting away, like she can’t quite decide where to put it.
“That’s a good girl,” I mutter against her soaked pussy. “Gonna make you come for me again.”
“God, how do you—oh, fuck!” Whatever she was going to say ends in a breathy cry as I suck lightly on her clit.
Her hand lands on the back of my head again, but this time, she grabs my hair tightly, like she’s holding on for dear life. The feel of her so close to falling apart lights a fire in my veins, and I keep going, paying close attention to the way her stomach muscles contract and every little hitch of her breath. Every single response is like a breadcrumb showing me what will push her over the edge into an orgasm, and I follow her lead, giving her more of what she needs.
“Cole,” she whispers after a while, her voice strained. “Fuck, Cole, I’m gonna… oh my god, please don’t stop.”
She doesn’t even have to ask. The feel of her pussy clenching around my fingers is like a drug, and I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.
My tongue presses harder against her clit, sliding over the little bud in tight circles, and she gives a sharp tug on my hair as her climax finally hits. Her muscles go stiff, her entire body straining as pleasure crashes through her, and she claps her free hand over her mouth to stifle her cry.
I groan softly against her swollen flesh as I work her through her orgasm, my cock hard as steel and leaking precum from the tip.
Usually, with the women I bring back to my place for sex, I make sure they know that we need to stay quiet so as not to wake Archie. Riley clearly had that thought without me even needing to tell her, and although I love that she cares so much for Archie that she wouldn’t want to risk waking him, an unfamiliar caveman-like part of me wishes she could get loud for me. Wants to hear her screams.
Another groan rumbles in my chest, and I swipe my tongue over her clit again, making her shiver as I finally lift my head.
She loosens her hold on my hair, staring down at me with sex-glazed eyes that might be the actual death of me.
“Do you want more?” I ask, rising up onto my knees between her legs. My cock juts out beneath my shirt, which I still have on, and I wrap my fist around it.
“If you mean do I want you to fuck me again… oh, hell yes.”
The way she says the words while eyeing my cock makes me laugh, and it’s such a strange feeling to do that during sex that it takes me aback a bit. It’s been a long while since I enjoyed myself this much, and that’s got to do with more than just the mind-blowing orgasm I had earlier.
“Good,” I growl. “Because I need to be inside you again.”
“Wait.” She sits up a little, reaching for my shirt. “Take this off.”
Automatically, my hands go to her wrists, banding them firmly but gently to stop her. She freezes, glancing up at my face in surprise. I can see both curiosity and worry in her gaze, as if she’s concerned that she’s overstepped but isn’t sure quite how.
I hesitate, something twisting low in my stomach. I’ve gotten so accustomed to leaving my shirt on during sex that it barely even entered my mind. Normally, I’d tell her to leave it where it is, then distract her with a good, hard fuck.
But for some reason, instead of doing that, I slowly unwrap my fingers from around her wrists. Then I give her what she wants, tugging my shirt off and tossing it onto the floor.
Riley’s gaze moves over my torso, her eyes widening a little as she takes in the scars on one side of my chest and waist. I clench my jaw, feeling more exposed than I have in a long time as I wait to see disgust or pity in her eyes.
“Cole…”
She traps her full bottom lip between her teeth, reaching up slowly to trail her fingertips over the scarred flesh. The nerve endings are damaged in some parts, making sensations muted and different in that area, but the feel of her touching me like this as she gazes up at me with desire still burning in her eyes is more than I can take.
My cock jerks, practically straining toward her, and I capture her wrists again and pin them to the bed over her head as I hover over her. I kiss her hard, licking into her mouth as my cock nudges at her entrance.
God, I wish I could fuck her with nothing between us. She feels so damn good, soft and warm and wet—but I need to be smart.
I tease us both for another moment, pressing my cock head against her pussy, then draw back with a low groan.
“I don’t have another condom with me,” I tell her. “I have to go get one from my room.”
“No, it’s okay.” She shakes her head quickly, her dark brown hair spread out over the pillow. “I have one in here, I think.”
I release her wrists, and she scrambles out from beneath me, disappearing into the bathroom and rifling through the belongings she brought with her when she moved into my house. She makes a quiet noise of triumph a moment later, then flicks off the light and returns to the bedroom, carrying a small foil-wrapped packet.
She crawls onto the bed and tries to hand the wrapped condom to me, but I don’t take it. Instead, I roll onto my back and prop one arm behind my head, watching her with a smirk playing at the edges of my lips.
“Go ahead,” I tell her. “Put it on.”
A gorgeous flush paints her cheeks, and she glances at my cock, hesitating for only a second before tearing open the little packet containing the condom. She rolls the condom over my length, and the feel of her delicate hands touching me sends pleasure shooting up the base of my spine.
My thigh muscles tense, and when she finishes rolling the condom all the way down, I grit out, “Now ride me.”
Riley’s gaze shoots up to meet mine, surprise flashing in her eyes as the color on her cheeks deepens. Maybe the same boys she’s been with who preferred to eat her out in the dark also stuck to missionary only, which is their fucking loss, because I already know she’s going to look like a goddess riding my cock.
She licks her lips, looking slightly uncertain as she crawls upward to straddle my waist, awkwardly moving into position. I grip her thighs to help steady her as her knees settle on either side of me, her pussy pressed right against the base of my shaft.
“That’s right,” I tell her encouragingly, my voice taking on a commanding note. “Just like that. Now put my cock inside you.”
She rises up a little, gripping my shaft again as she lines me up with her entrance. She starts to sink downward, and even though I was just inside her not that long ago, it’s still a tight fit. Her face scrunches up with an adorable look of concentration as she works herself up and down, taking me a bit deeper each time.
“There you go,” I praise. “You weren’t so sure it would fit, but now look at you, taking every fucking inch.”
Riley’s walls clench around me as I speak, and something hot sparks in her light brown eyes. She drops her weight a little harder on the next stroke, finally sinking all the way onto my dick. Our pelvises meet, and I groan at the feeling of being completely enveloped by her.
She lets out a shuddery breath, moving to rest her hands on my chest. But before her palms make contact with my skin, she glances at the burned patches again, then up to my face.
“Is it okay if I…?”
I nod, my fingers digging into her hips. “Angel, as long as my cock is inside you, you can touch me anywhere you want.”
She makes a little noise in her throat, bracing her hands on my pecs. Then she rolls her hips, starting to ride me just like I told her to.
It takes her several seconds to find her rhythm, but it doesn’t fucking matter. Everything she’s doing feels incredible, and when her movements start to become more confident and purposeful, I let out a breath through my teeth.
I can’t tear my gaze away from her, completely entranced by the way her hair shifts across her shoulders with each movement, the way her small breasts sway slightly. Unable to stop myself, I reach up to cup them, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. Riley whimpers softly, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
“What do you want?” I ask her. “What do you need? Tell me.”
“I—” She shakes her head, her eyelids fluttering. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. You know what feels good. So tell me.”
“Keep doing that,” she whispers. “But harder. Pinch them.”
Fuck.I do what she asked for, playing with her breasts a little more roughly, and she starts to ride me with more urgency, her stomach muscles flexing and contracting.
“What else?” I demand. “I want you to come on my cock, Riley. Tell me what’s gonna get you there.”
Her eyes are half-closed by now, like she’s lost in all the sensations that are building up inside her. Her fingers curl against my chest, her nails pressing into my skin a little, and even though I can’t feel it as well on the side with the scarring, the tiny bite of pain sends heat pulsing through me.
“I need…” She pauses, breathing hard. “My… my clit. I can’t come without something there.”
Immediately, I drop one of my hands from her breast to her clit, pressing my thumb to the hard little nub and circling firmly. My palm rests against her lower belly, and I apply a bit of pressure, knowing it will make everything she’s feeling more intense.
“Oh.” Riley’s eyes flare wide, and she stares down at my face as she tightens around me like a vise. “That feels… oh god, don’t stop.”
I grunt in response, my hips lifting upward to meet her on every stroke as the pressure in my balls builds. I could come right fucking now, but I won’t let myself. I can tell she’s on the verge of another orgasm, and I want to see it overtake her.
“Come on, angel,” I murmur hoarsely. “Come for me. Be a good fucking girl and come all over me.”
She makes a soft mewling sound, her breathing growing harsh as I put more pressure on the spot just above her pelvis. My thumb keeps working her clit, which is slick with her arousal, and when I find the pattern that she seems to like most, I repeat it over and over.
“Oh god,” Riley whispers, looking almost shocked. “Oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
The last word turns into a whispered scream, an almost soundless cry as her mouth falls open. She slams down onto my shaft and goes still, her muscles quivering around me. A gush of wetness spills from her, soaking my balls as she comes hard.
The look and feel and sound of her climax snaps whatever threads of patience or sanity I had left. I snap my hips upward, grabbing her hips again to work her up and down my length as I fuck into her hard and fast, chasing my own pleasure. It hits a second later, sending me falling into oblivion after her, jets of cum filling up the condom.
Riley collapses against my chest as I pulse softly inside her a few more times. I can feel the rapid thud of her heart against mine, and her shaky exhales gust over my neck.
“Holy shit,” she pants. Then she squirms against me a little, lifting her head. She glances downward between us and winces, embarrassment filling her expression. “Fuck, I… oh god, I made a mess. That’s never happened before, I’m so sorry.”
She starts to move as if she’s going to get up, but I wrap my arms around her, keeping her right where she is.
“That’s not something you have to apologize for,” I tell her. “Ever. Good sex is messy sometimes. And that was very good.”
She wrinkles her nose, looking unconvinced, so I pull her in for a kiss, lifting my head to press my lips to hers. Gradually, she melts against me, humming into our kiss as it deepens. When our lips break apart, she rests her head on my chest again, letting out a quiet sigh.
“It’s a good thing we already agreed we can do this again,” she murmurs, laughing softly. “Because I think I might be a little addicted to how it feels.”
I palm the back of her head, stroking her hair as I gaze up at the ceiling.
Yeah, so am I.