25. Riley
My entire bodyfeels like it’s tingling from the string of orgasms I’ve had. I literally lost count at one point and just had to text an emoji to Cole because I couldn’t get my thumbs to type out anything more than that.
And yet somehow, despite how many times I’ve come tonight, heat flashes through me as I read his last text.
COLE: Open your legs, angel. The first thing I want to see is how wet you are.
Holy shit, this man. He’s not even here, and his dirty mouth still has me squirming. I follow the command in the text, leaving the vibrator inside my pussy and spreading my legs open wide.
It’s a vulnerable position to be in, especially since I can feel how wet I am, my slick arousal cooling on my thighs as the air hits it. But I trust Cole, and I like obeying his bossy orders in bed, because every time I do, the reward makes it well worth the effort.
My clit is still throbbing, and my entire lower body feels swollen and hot. The little silicone toy has finally stopped vibrating after going up and down in intensity all night. I’m assuming that means that Cole decided to take pity on me while he takes a car home from poker night, but all it really does is leave me aching for more.
I stare up at the ceiling, my bottom lip clamped between my teeth as the seconds and minutes tick by with agonizing slowness.
God, I hope the time is passing as slowly for him as it is for me.
I hope he’s telling his driver to fucking step on it.
A minute or two later, I hear the distant, muffled sound of the front door opening, and my heart lurches in my chest. My gaze snaps from the ceiling to the door, my pulse picking up as I wait.
It opens slowly, revealing Cole framed in the doorway. His shirt sleeves are rolled up on his forearms, revealing the thick, corded muscles there, and his collar has been loosened. His black hair is a little mussed, and he looks sexy as hell—especially because he’s looking at me like he wants to eat me.
He steps into the room, his blue eyes fixed on me as he closes the door behind him. His cock is a visible bulge behind his expensive dress pants, and he reaches down to palm himself as his gaze runs up and down my body.
“Goddamn,” he breathes, his voice low. “I’ve been picturing this the entire drive home. All fucking night. The way you’d look, sprawled out on the bed, pussy wet, legs spread. But this is so much better than anything I imagined.”
He moves closer to the bed, his focus never once leaving me as he slowly unbuttons his shirt and tosses it aside. The scarred planes of his chest and stomach come into view, and I watch ravenously as his muscles flex and bunch beneath his skin. He’s so fucking stunning, and although I get the feeling he’s a bit self-conscious about his scars, they do nothing to undercut his attractiveness.
I don’t think anything could, honestly.
“Cole,” I murmur, pressing my knees together as a shiver of arousal runs through me.
He shakes his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “Open,” he reminds me, his voice gravelly. “Keep those gorgeous thighs spread wide for me. Let me see what a dirty girl you are.”
My legs fall open again, and I shift a little on the mattress as he starts to work on his pants, undoing the button and fly. He shoves them down, slipping off his shoes at the same time, and my pulse starts to race when he finally grips the waistband of his black boxer briefs and shoves them down too.
His cock juts out from his body, hard and thick, and I can’t help but wonder how long it’s been like that. Has he been semi-hard for me all evening, reading my texts and controlling the vibrator from afar while he played poker with his friends? Has he been driving himself as crazy as he’s driven me, knowing that he was making me come over and over?
As if he can read my thoughts, Cole fists his cock, rubbing his thumb over the precum that’s gathering at the tip. “I played like shit tonight. Do you know how fucking hard it is to win a poker game when all of your blood keeps rushing south?”
I whimper softly, my inner walls squeezing around the toy. “Sorry.”
He smirks, crawling up onto the bed with me and gripping my inner thighs as he opens my legs even wider. “You don’t sound sorry.”
“Well… maybe I’m not.”
He settles between my legs, his gaze dropping to my wet, swollen pussy. “Goddamn. I’ve never been jealous of a piece of silicone before, but fucking hell, I am right now. Look at you, baby. You’re squeezing it so tight.”
“Uh huh.” I nod, my breath hitching as he slowly pulls the toy out of me. He drags his tongue over it, cleaning it up, and I practically come again from the look on his face as he tastes my arousal.
Something shifts in his features, any hint of playfulness or humor disappearing, replaced by a hungry sort of intensity. He sets the toy aside and grips my legs with his large hands, then starts to lap at me, licking up the arousal that coats my pussy lips and inner thighs.
The first time his tongue swipes over my clit, I have to clamp a hand over my mouth to keep in a shocked yelp as sensation lashes through me like a whip. My body is so overstimulated from the frequent buzz of the vibrator and the multiple orgasms that the slightest bit of pressure on it has me gasping.
Fortunately, Cole seems to read my body like an open book the way he always has, and he doesn’t push me too hard at first, keeping the movements of his tongue slow and gentle. More than trying to eat me out right now, it’s as if he’s just eating me, lapping up every bit of arousal that slicks my skin. Every once in a while, he groans in appreciation, and even the small vibrations from that sound are enough to make me whimper as my pussy clenches.
“You taste even better after coming so many times,” he mutters, dragging his tongue all the way up my slit in a long swipe. “How the fuck does a wicked little thing like you taste so sweet?”
I smirk against my hand, which I’ve still got pressed over my mouth. I like when he calls me wicked, especially since he gets most of the credit for that. I’ve never had sex this good in my life, and Cole makes me feel free to do and ask for exactly what I need.
I like it. A lot.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, lifting my hand away from my lips. “Please.”
He chuckles. “You gonna come for me again, angel? Even after all those texts you sent me, are you gonna come on my tongue now?”
It should be impossible. I don’t see how I could possibly have another orgasm in me. But as if some other entity has taken control of my body, I nod anyway, reaching down to slide my fingers through his thick black hair. Cole makes a satisfied sound, but he doesn’t increase his pressure or speed. He just keeps doing what he’s doing, teasing out the pleasure that’s slowly starting to rise inside me.
He’s both patient and relentless, and when the sensations finally crest, my entire body shakes from head to toe. It’s different than any other orgasm I’ve ever had—less intense, but more of a whole-body climax, somehow seeming to light up every atom inside me.
I whimper incoherently, tugging on his hair, and Cole mutters muffled words of praise against my pussy.
When he finally leans back, the lower half of his face glistens with my arousal, and he wipes a hand over his chin. He wraps that same hand around his shaft, using my arousal as lube as he strokes himself. As exhausted and boneless as I am, the sight of his large fist swirling around the smooth head of his cock lights a new hunger inside me.
“My turn,” I whisper, rising up onto my knees and tugging at his arm to urge him to lie down.
He does, watching me with hooded eyes as I settle between his legs. “Fuck, angel. Put your mouth on me.”
I lick my lips, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. Then I lean forward and slowly take it into my mouth. He’s big, and even though I’m starting to get used to the stretch of it when he fucks me, I’m definitely not used to taking him this way. I slide my lips down his shaft, but I only make it halfway before the smooth head of his cock hits the back of my throat.
My muscles tense a little as my gag reflex tries to rise up, and Cole gathers up my hair, wrapping it in his fist and holding it out of the way.
“Go slow,” he says, his voice husky. “You don’t have to push yourself. As good as it would feel to have you take me down that tight throat, it already feels fucking incredible.”
I nod as much as I can, my pulse thrumming. I know he meant what he said, but the rasp in his voice when he said how good it would feel to slide deeper did something to me, lighting a fire in my veins. I’ve never deep throated a guy before, but I suddenly want to try—if for no other reason than to hear that tone in Cole’s voice again.
Starting to move my hand and mouth in unison, I bob my head up and down, working to go a little deeper each time. My heart pounds harder, a little spike of adrenaline zapping through me every time his crown hits the back of my throat.
When I have him deeper than I’ve ever taken him before, I squeeze the base of his shaft with my hand and then swallow, and Cole’s thigh muscles go rigid.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Jesus fucking Christ, Riley. Where did you learn to do that?”
I’m assuming the question must be rhetorical, since there’s no way I can answer right now. But I can also tell he liked it, so I do it again, holding my breath as I slide down a little farther and then swallow around him.
I keep going like that, opening my throat and the back of my mouth as much as I can as I struggle to take him all the way inside. Cole’s hand tightens around my hair, pulling on the strands until a pleasant sting spreads across my scalp. His breath is ragged, and when I look up at him through my eyelashes, his blue eyes are fixed on me.
“Goddamn. That feels so fucking good. You keep that up, and I’m gonna come down your pretty little throat. Is that what you want?”
The promise in his voice makes me shiver, and I’m about to nod, but I find myself shaking my head instead. His thick brows draw together, and he tugs harder on my hair, pulling me off his cock.
“No?”
There’s an edge of concern in his voice, like he’s worried he went too far or something, and I shake my head again.
“Next time,” I whisper, my voice a little hoarse from having him so far down my throat. I’ve never been so assertive in bed, but Cole brings it out in me. “This time, I want you to fuck me.”
The line between his brows smooths out, a hungry and possessive smile spreading across his face. “You sure? Your pussy has been through a lot tonight. You really think you can take me right now?”
As if in answer to his question, my core clenches. I can feel how exhausted my body is, but even so, that doesn’t stop me from wanting to feel him inside me—his thick cock spearing me, his large body hovering over mine, his muscles straining as his hips move.
I nod, dragging my lower lip between my teeth. “I can take you. I want it.”
“Fucking hell.”
Cole sits up, pulling me up too as he crushes his lips to mine in a hard kiss. While I’m lost in the feel of it, he swaps our positions, flipping me onto my back with ease. He reaches into my nightstand for the stash of condoms I now keep there, his lips never leaving mine as he tears it open and rolls it on.
“Need to be inside you,” he mutters, the words barely intelligible as our kiss grows deeper and more intense. “Been thinking about it all damn night.”
“Please…”
I spread my legs, hooking my ankles around the backs of his thighs as his sheathed cock finds my entrance. I’m still wet from everything that’s happened so far tonight, but I’m tighter than usual after coming so many times, and both of us groan as he starts to push inside.
“You good?” he asks after a few shallow strokes, pressing his forehead against mine. “That’s only half.”
I’m tempted to look down and confirm his words, because it seems impossible. I feel so fucking full already. But I want more. I want all of him.
“I’m good.” I grip his shoulders, arching beneath him. “Give me everything, Cole. Oh fuck.”
“Riley, I can’t—” He breaks off, gritting his teeth. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle if I go any farther. You feel so fucking good, and I’m holding on by a thread here.”
“I don’t care.” I shake my head wildly. “Fuck me. Hard. Please.”
I can feel his muscles quake under my touch, and then he punches his hips forward, sliding in almost all the way in one hard thrust. Another thrust has him bottoming out, and my nails dig into his skin as a whispered scream pours from my lips.
“Goddammit,” he grunts, drawing out and plunging back in. “I want to fuck you when you can be as loud as you want. I want to hear you scream for me.”
I nod, because I want that too. I’m always aware of Archie sleeping on the same floor as us, always careful not to wake him. But it’s hard to keep my noises contained sometimes.
Cole crushes his lips to mine again, muffling my whimpers and moans as he pistons his hips. My fingers slide up into his hair as I hold on for dear life, and when his thrusts start to get even rougher, I know he’s close.
“Come,” I whisper against his lips, desperate to feel it even though there’s no way I can hit that peak with him. My body is too worn out to climax again right now, but I don’t care about that. I just want to feel the growing tension inside Cole break. “Come inside me. Please.”
He growls against my lips, then rips his mouth away from mine and buries his face in the crook of my neck, muffling his own loud groan as he slams into me one more time. He presses his cock as deep as it will go as it spasms and jerks, emptying into the condom, and I wrap my legs around his waist as it seems to go on forever.
“Fuck…” The word is hoarse, his breath warming the skin of my neck. He stays like that for a long moment, then finally lifts his head. His dark blue eyes have a hazy, post-sex gleam in them, and he shakes his head as he huffs a little laugh. “You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
I can’t help the little flutter that passes through my stomach, and I drag one finger down the angular line of his jaw. “Maybe not. So you’d better keep giving me hints.”
I squeeze around him as I speak, and he grunts, dropping his head again and mouthing at my neck as he gropes me roughly.
“I’d fuck you again right now if I could,” he mutters, nipping at my throat. “And maybe spank you too, for being such a tempting little tease. But I think you wrecked me.”
He pulls out, securing the condom before sliding it off. He disposes of it quickly, and I stay where I am as I watch him. I hope he won’t leave yet, but I know I don’t have any right to ask him to stay, so I try to keep my expression neutral—which is helped a bit by the fact that I feel completely boneless right now.
Instead of gathering up his clothes to leave, though, Cole settles back onto the bed. He palms the back of my head and kisses me, then lies down, tucking me against his body. His fingers trace idle paths up my arm and along the curve of my waist, like he can’t quite bring himself to stop touching me yet.
We stay like that for a few moments, quiet and peaceful. It’s nice, especially after pushing my body to its limits like I did tonight. The aftermath feels almost as good as the sex.
“By the way,” he says idly after a bit, “I’ve been meaning to mention, I have a gala to attend on Sunday. I was hoping you’d be able to come.”
I perk up at that. On a Sunday? I’m supposed to have the day off. It almostsounds like he’s inviting me on a date.
He clears his throat. “I need someone to watch Archie. Plenty of people I know are going to be there, and I’m not certain I’ll be able to keep an eye on him.”
Oh, right. I got all excited at the suggestion of a date, and now I feel almost embarrassed. It’s a good thing I kept my mouth shut, because I definitely misread that. But of course, it’s just to watch Archie; going out on a real date would be against almost every rule we made.
“Well, as long as you plan to pay me,” I tease.
“You’ll be given overtime for it, of course,” he says, as if he didn’t get the joke.
“What is it?” I ask.
“It’s a silent art auction. It’s for charity. For the children’s hospital, if memory serves. My friends and I are all going, and I can expect to run into some clients and colleagues there, as well.”
“Oh,” I say. “Well, that sounds pretty fun.”
“It will be,” he agrees. “Oh, and I almost forgot to mention—it’s fine if you want to invite a friend. There’s an extra seat at our table for the evening.” He hesitates, then adds, “As long as it’s not a guy.”
A shiver of delight goes down my spine at his possessive tone.
“You sound a little jealous,” I tease. I don’t want to take it much further than that. I have to be careful not to push too hard, or make it seem like I’m getting attached.
“I’m not jealous,” he says. Then, after a pause, he adds, “But if I saw another guy touch you, I think I would be… tempted… to remove that man’s hands from his body.”
I laugh lightly. “Sure. That’s not jealousy. Not at all.”
A begrudging smile tugs at his perfect lips, and then, before I know it, those lips are inches from my own.
He kisses me, and as he does, his fingers trail down my body. They graze my inner thigh, then slide along my swollen pussy.
And, as always, I lose myself in his touch.
* * *
Cole
Outside the windowsin my home office, the sky is a gentle shade of deep orange, fading into the gray of the clouds. It’s early in the evening, and from the other room, I can hear the sounds of Riley playing with Archie: her voice, and Archie’s cheerful peals of laughter.
The doorbell sounds. I consider getting up to answer it myself, but I hear Riley call out, and her footsteps echo in the front hall.
There is a quiet exchange of words, unintelligible from this far away, and then the sound of the door closing. A few moments later, she appears in the doorway to my office.
A large garment bag is slung over her forearm, and she wears a baffled, worried look on her face.
“What the hell is this?” she asks.
I lean back in my chair, regarding her steadily. “It’s a dress.”
She scoffs a little. “I know that, but what’s it doing here?”
“I ordered it for the charity auction,” I tell her. “I wanted to make sure you had something to wear.”
She blinks at me, seeming stunned, then unzips the top quarter of the garment bag. She pulls away the plastic, giving me a glimpse of the black, charmeuse fabric of the dress. The torso is inlaid with a careful, hand-sewn pattern of diamonds.
“Are you kidding me?”
“I don’t understand,” I say. “It’s just a dress. I figured you might not have one for this kind of function, so I—”
“Cole, this looks expensive.”
I tilt my head. “So? What’s your point?”
“It’s too much,” she says. There’s a little crease of concern between her eyebrows. It’s kind of adorable.
“It’s really not,” I say with a shrug. “Everyone there will be wearing a dress like that, and it’s not as if I had to bankrupt myself to get it. Trust me, Riley. I can afford it.”
Despite this assurance, she still looks somewhat freaked out. She zips up the top of the garment bag as if hiding the evidence of a crime, then thrusts it at me, shaking her head.
“I can’t accept this,” she says.
I exhale slowly. “Of course you can.”
“How much did you spend on this?”
I hesitate, then say, “It wasn’t cheap, if that’s what you’re asking. But again, it’s really not a big deal.”
“I can’t—”
“It should fit you. And if not, we can have it altered.”
Riley opens her mouth to protest again, then pauses, as if my words have just sunk in. She frowns. “How did you know my size?”
There’s a touch of heat in my voice as I respond quietly, “I’ve run my hands over every inch of you, angel, and I have a good memory. Of course I know your size.”
Riley’s cheeks flush, and for a few moments, she stands there uncertainly, biting her lip. Then, at last, her gaze drops to the floor. “Are you sure about this?”
“I’m certain. It will look stunning on you.”
She takes a deep breath, then nods. “Okay. Fine. I’ll wear it. But on one condition.”
“What is it?”
“The cost of this thing”—she gestures to the garment bag—“had better come out of my salary.”
I give her an amused smirk. “Oh. It won’t. Nice try, though.”
She pouts for a few seconds, but her false scowl quickly gives away to softness. “Thank you,” she murmurs, genuine gratitude in her voice.
She looks like she wishes she could kiss me, and I feel like there’s a flame burning in my chest. God, I wish I could kiss her too.
But neither of us moves to close the distance between us, and after a long, loaded moment, she turns and goes back to playing with Archie.