37. Riley
I openmy eyes to the soft morning daylight spilling in through the window, casting a pale glow over the walls and bed.
There is a tickly sensation brushing over my inner thighs. I shimmy my hips and push the sheets down to reveal a full head of jet black hair and broad, muscular shoulders pinned between my legs.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and suppress a whimper, planting my hands on Cole’s back as he keeps kissing his way up my inner thigh.
“Good morning,” I whisper.
“Good morning, angel. I was getting impatient waiting for you to wake up, so I thought I’d take matters into my own hands.”
I dip into the mattress as arousal tingles in my veins, stirring me more fully awake. “Congratulations. Your efforts are paying off.”
He plants another thigh kiss. “They always do.” Another kiss, traveling slowly, achingly north.
I reach my arms up over my head and stretch. “What time is it?”
“Almost eight. But Archie isn’t awake yet.”
“How is he?”
“He’s doing well.” Cole doesn’t stop what he’s doing. “I’ve already checked on him.”
His lips move hungrily across my skin, sending a surge of tingles coursing through my veins, heating me from within.
The fact that I’m in his bed at all this morning is hard to believe, a step in the right direction for whatever we’re calling our relationship—or not calling it.
He held me close all night, and I slept better than I have in a long time with his solid frame right behind me. Waking up like this only makes it all better.
He stops right before he gets to my clit, and the pause makes me let out a plaintive noise. The man loves to tease, and he knows I love it too.
“Do you like this?” His voice is a murmur, his face buried between my legs.
A current of pleasure makes me tremble. “Yes. Fuck, Cole. Your mouth is magical or something. Please… I need…”
“I know, angel. But you’ll have to wait. I’m having my breakfast, and this is my favorite meal. I don’t want to rush it.”
I fist his hair and drag my fingers through it, biting my lip as his words make my nipples pebble. I’m squirming beneath him, my knees bent now, heels digging into the mattress. I stretch my legs open wider, trying to give him a hint that I want his mouth to start kissing between them, but he doesn’t take the bait.
He knows what I want, but he’s not going to give it to me.
Yet.
My thighs are shaking with each kiss. They get softer and softer, his lips brushing ever so slightly across my exposed skin.
The graze of his teeth as he nips a spot near my pussy makes me forget my own name. When he glides his tongue across my bare skin, I gasp.
The frustration of Cole kissing and licking everywhere except my pussy is driving me to the edge of sanity.
I push my hips up, my clit swollen, throbbing, and greedy for his mouth.
It still doesn’t work. He steers his mouth down toward my thighs again.
“Cole,” I beg. “You’re driving me crazy.”
I can feel his grin against my skin. “Maybe that’s the point.”
“I can’t take it anymore.”
He clicks his tongue. “So impatient. I should punish you for not being able to wait.”
“It’s not fair,” I whine softly, even though his words send a fresh wave of heat through me.
“You’ll get rewarded soon enough, angel. I promise.”
Honestly, I don’t care if he punishes me or rewards me. I’ll take either, because knowing Cole, he’ll make sure I enjoy them both equally. So I keep tugging on his hair, trying to get him right where I want him.
For one brief second, his tongue grazes my clit. Then I help as he lifts me up and switches our positions, maneuvering his body underneath me so that he’s now lying on the mattress and I’m straddling him.
I gaze down at him, my heart thumping hard at how sexy he looks like this, his hair mussed from sleep and his expression entirely open. But before I can get too used to the sight, he tugs on my hips, urging me up toward his head.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“You’ll see.”
“Is this the punishment or the reward?”
He smirks. “You’ll have to let me know afterward. Now get up here.”
His dark blue eyes meet mine, and he taps his lips with two fingers. My pulse thrums in my veins as I give him what he so clearly wants, following his urging as I crawl up to straddle his face. My knees rest on either side of his head, my pussy hovering less than an inch from his mouth.
“You’re going to have to do better than that,” he murmurs, tightening his grip on my hips. “I want you to sit on my face.”
I hesitate. “Are you sure?”
“Fuck yes. Grab the headboard and hold on tight. You’ll need something to keep you steady while I make you come on my tongue.”
A fleeting slice of self-consciousness crackles through me. I’m not that heavy, but still, I’m a little worried I’ll suffocate him.
“How will you breathe?”
He chuckles, lifting his head to drag his tongue over me once. “If I have to choose between oxygen and eating you out the way I want to, I’d choose the latter every damn time.”
I shake my head, unable to suppress my grin. “Has anyone ever told you you’re crazy?”
“You make me that way.”
He tugs on my hips again, and I finally relent, letting him situate me right where he wants me. He takes his time as he starts to eat me out, alternating between kissing, sucking, and grazing his tongue over my clit.
I moan and arch my back, sinking deeper onto him.
Despite my initial reservations, it doesn’t take long for him to get me out of my own head the way he always does. I find myself surrendering to everything, my inhibitions vanishing when I’m with him.
His tongue slides inside me, and I let out a whimpering moan, my hips shaking between his strong hands.
“Mmm… fuck, angel. Just like that,” he groans, pausing to nip at my clit before pressing his tongue into me again.
“Cole…” I trail off in a panting, whining moan.
My fingers tighten around the headboard, and I roll my hips against his face, grinding harder, chasing that pressure that feels so good it makes me melt.
“Good girl. Fucking ride my face.”
He keeps going, teasing me and devouring me as he murmurs filthy words against my pussy, praising me and telling me how good I taste, how perfect I am. It all goes to my head, and I lose track of time as I let my head fall back, my hands tight on the headboard.
I know I’m soaking his chin, but I can’t even care about that right now. Pleasure is building inside me, slowly and steadily ratcheting higher and higher.
He must sense that I’m close, because he groans softly, doubling his efforts. His tongue slips from inside me as he grazes a swirling pattern of perfect circles around my clit, making my breath catch. And when he clamps his lips over my clit and begins to gently suck, it pushes me over the edge.
I come hard, pressing my lips together to muffle my cry the way I always do in this house.
“Fuck yes,” he mutters, working me through it until the last aftershock runs through me.
My fingers are still locked around the headboard, my grip so tight I’m sure I’m going to be sore later. But before I can let go, Cole slides out from under me, giving my ass a squeeze.
“You’re not going anywhere. Stay just like that.”
“What—”
“I want you on your knees just like this. Keep holding the headboard. Don’t move,” Cole commands, and the roughness of his voice is all it takes to have my clit throbbing again.
He groans in satisfaction as he slides two fingers into me. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he whispers. “My fingers are drenched.”
My eyelids droop a little, but I force them to stay open as I glance over my shoulder at him. He removes his other hand from my hip, sliding his fist up and down his shaft as he finger fucks me.
“Oh my god, Cole,” I whisper, my inner walls clenching around his fingers. “You look…”
He looks primal.
Like he can’t help but touch himself as he touches me. It’s a massive turn on to watch him jerking himself off like this, and to know that I’m the cause for his hard-on.
When our gazes meet, he’s staring at me as if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He starts to work my clit again, alternating between teasing the little bundle of nerves and fucking me hard and deep with his fingers.
“Cole…” I trail off on a moan as his fingers slide in and out of me.
“Tell me you love this,” he demands.
“I love it. Fuck. Don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop what? Jerking off or touching you?”
“Both. Everything.” I shake my head, barely able to answer coherently. “Keep going.”
He does, pushing me right up to the edge of another orgasm. But just as my muscles are starting to tense, something warm building in my core, he suddenly does stop, dragging his fingers out of me.
“If you’re going to come again, I want it to be on my cock,” he growls.
That’s all the warning I get before he grips my hips again and lines himself up.
I moan with pleasure and need, holding my breath as he presses into me one deliberate inch at a time.
He groans behind me, and the sound makes my spine tingle.
My thighs shake, my knuckles going white as he stretches me open. When he finally bottoms out inside me, he pulls back with the same excruciating slowness—then he drives into me again, snapping his hips forward as he starts to fuck me hard.
“Oh god,” I gasp as he buries himself deeper. “Fuck, that feels amazing. How do you always know just what I need?”
“You like that?” His voice is like gravel. “This is what you need, angel? I’m what you need?”
“Yes.” I nod, unable to deny the truth of it.
Cole wraps my hair around one large hand and gives it a gentle yank, sending the perfect combination of pleasure and pain shooting through me.
I cry out and whip my head back. “I’m close.”
“Come on my cock,” he groans. “I want to feel it. Show me how good I make you feel, angel.”
Stars explode in my vision, and the surge of ecstasy shatters me into a million little pieces. My walls clench tightly around Cole’s cock, my back arching as a second climax whips through me. He groans behind me, a deep, masculine sound, as he hits his peak right after I do.
He stiffens, and his cock pulses inside me, filling me with his warm cum.
I sigh and moan at the same time as Cole’s hips grind against my ass, the last few shudders passing through us both. He trails one hand down my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake as we breathe heavily.
“So perfect,” he murmurs, so low that I’m not even sure I was meant to hear it.
Then his hands go to mine where they’re gripping the headboard in a vise-like hold. He gently unpeels them from the headboard, and we both collapse onto the bed.
After a long moment, Cole brushes my hair back and gives me a lazy smile. His eyelids are half-lowered, but he’s looking at me as if I could part the sea with a flick of my wrist.
We stare at each other for several moments, not speaking, just climbing down from the post-orgasm bliss.
I’m starting to realize that sometimes we don’t need to fill the silence with words. Sometimes just existing in the same space, breathing the same air, is all we need to feel content.
At least, it is for me.
He tucks my hair behind my ear, something soft passing through his expression. “Thank you.”
I chuckle. “For coming all over your face, and doing it again on your cock? You’re welcome.”
That makes him laugh, but the warmth doesn’t leave his face. “Not just for the sex.”
I give him a puzzled glance, and he draws in a breath and lets it out.
“For last night, too,” he clarifies. “You kept a level head when it came to taking care of Archie. You didn’t panic like I did. You could have gotten frustrated with me because I was freaking out, but you didn’t. You stayed calm, and I’m so fucking grateful that you were here with me. I needed you. Archie needed you.”
I reach out and trace the chiseled line of his jaw. “Of course. That’s what I’m here for.”
He leans into my touch, and my heart stutters in my chest.
The part of me that’s getting attached, the part that dreams of things I shouldn’t long for, can’t help but hope that maybe, somehow, this won’t have to end.