Six
Aubree
It’s Saturday morning, and I’m standing here waiting for Cole to come into Berry Delicious for his morning order. He has come in every morning for the past week trying to talk to me. Each time he comes in I take his order and give him his food then send him on his way. I’m not ready to give in. I refuse to be with someone who talked to me the way he did the other night.
Ruby thinks I should just talk to him about why he acted that way and get it over with. I have a feeling there’s something she’s not telling me, but I’m not going to pry. She’ll tell me if she wants to. The day after our blind date, Ruby showed up at my house bright and early and offered to drive me to Remy’s to pick up my Jeep. We didn’t talk about her brother much, but she mentioned that he called her and told her about what happened. Ruby said no matter what, we would still be friends. Um, duh, she’s the first girlfriend I’ve ever had that I can be myself around.
Gram has asked me each time he leaves when I’ll ‘let the poor boy off the hook.’ Part of me knows I’m being ridiculous for acting so childish about the whole thing. The other part of me is furious he even asked me if I was talking to another guy. Of course, I wasn’t. But even if I was, that wasn’t his business, right?
None of it really matters though because I can’t get him out of my head. He’s all I think about, and it’s getting worse every day I don’t get to spend with him. I’ve tried reading books to get him off my mind, but I just end up picturing him as the guy in my book, making it hard for me to see him as the bad guy. I keep thinking about the kisses we shared and how intense that one moment was. It was powerful and all-consuming. How can he feel so important after only a few hours?
I’ve checked the clock a hundred times by now, and I can’t help feeling disappointed that he isn’t here. Not only is he not here, but he’s also over an hour late. Maybe he gave up, and I’m really not the woman for him like he made me believe. Maybe everything he said to me the other night was a load of bull shit. I throw the spatula that I’ve been icing the cupcakes with down on the counter and icing splatters all over me.
“Just go see him,” Gram says handing me a clean dish towel.
I’m about to protest when she puts her hands up to stop me. “Don’t try and deny it Aubree. You two need to talk. Get it all off your chest and see what he has to say. Maybe he’ll surprise you. Or maybe you’ll find out he wasn’t the guy he seemed to be. You won’t know until you try though.”
I take my apron off and hang it on my hook then kiss my Gram on the cheek. “You’re right. I’ll be back, maybe late.” I say winking at her. She might be older, but she’s awesome and winks right on back. “Have fun dear.” She calls as I walk out the door to my Jeep.
After about five minutes of driving, I start freaking out. That little pep talk Gram gave me has worn off. What the hell am I doing? I feel like a stupid girl chasing after a boy. I keep driving, knowing I’m not that big of a chicken. Thankfully I remember how to get to his house and arrive without getting lost. When I pull up the long drive, I’m surprised to see him standing over the hood of his truck wearing nothing but jeans and some boots.
I can’t help getting a good look at what he was hiding the other day under his shirt. Oh dear sweet baby Jesus, I can’t do this. The man is too sexy with muscles on top of muscles. Compared to him we are on completely different levels. Cole could have any woman he crooked his finger at. I sit in my car for over a minute watching him work on his truck, and it dawns on me, maybe there was a reason he didn’t come in this morning. Finding the courage to face him, I get out of my Jeep and walk up beside him. I watch his muscles tense the closer I get, but his face stays glued to the engine he’s been looking at since I arrived.
When he doesn’t look up, I start. “I’d offer to help, but I would probably end up breaking it.” I laugh awkwardly not knowing what else I can say. His hard shell doesn’t crack, and I worry that I’m too late. I swallow hard and try again. “Cole, I just wanted to stop by and-” His dark eyes meet mine when I can’t find the words I need to say fast enough. “Can we talk?”
Cole’s lips crash into mine, and he consumes me with his kiss. He grabs my hips and lifts me up off the ground while continuing to kiss me stupid. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on tight as he walks us up the stairs. Stopping to kiss me, he pushes my back against the side of the house and presses is hard dick against my stomach. He pulls my jacket off, dropping it on the front porch before walking us into his home. The closer we get to his bedroom, the more clothes I lose. By the time he throws me on his bed, he’s already gotten me half naked. He kicks off his boots and pulls at the button of his jeans. I lose my bra and shimmy out of my jeans, laying against his pillows wearing only my panties.
“Goddamn Aubree, I’ve missed your sweet scent.” He growls, stalking closer to me. I clench my thighs together, but Cole grabs ahold of my ankle and pulls me to him where he’s standing at the end of the bed. Leaning over me, he starts at the apex of my thighs and runs his tongue up over my soaked panties, over my belly button and up around one of my breasts, before sucking my nipple into his mouth.
Spearing my fingers through his hair, I hold him to me, not wanting him to stop. Cole groans when I pull his hair and sucks my nipple harder before he finally switches over to my other breast. I’m about to tell him I need more when I feel his hand dip under my panties and a thick finger stroke through my wet pussy lips. I shudder, never having felt anyone touch me there before. He strokes between my lips, back and forth, then finally, slowly pushes inside me. The air catches in my lungs, and I swear I can’t breathe. When his thumb rubs slow circles over and around my clit, I moan as pleasure shoots through me. In and out his finger goes, slowly going faster and faster. I mewl out from the blessed frenzy he’s creating inside me.
“That’s it, baby, let me hear you.”
Giving into the euphoria, my body is ready for his second finger when he pushes them both inside, stretching my already tight pussy further than before. Cole crooks his fingers to the side and hits a new spot. I can’t take it any longer, and I cry out, as I convulse around his talented fingers. I open my eyes when I feel my panties being dragged down my thighs. I watch with heavy-lidded eyes as he wipes my essence in a line down my stomach, like an arrow to my pussy. Cole licks down the line, sucking and nibbling until he gets to my pulsing core. He licks me from bottom to top, and I buck up from feeling his tongue against me for the first time. All of this is new for me, and I wasn’t expecting it to feel so good.
“I knew you would be even sweeter here.” He says before sucking my clit into his mouth.
“You’re going to make me come again.” I moan breathlessly.
“I didn’t think that was a bad thing.” He smirks and does it again while pushing his skilled fingers in and out of me.
“But, but I want you to come too.” I manage to get out while he’s making me mindless.
I’m about to come again when he stands quickly. My eyes go wide when I see that his dick is out of his jeans and white cum is covering his long, thick shaft. He follows my line of sight and then looks back at me with a devilish grin. “I couldn’t help it, baby. When your pussy strangled my fingers, I had to come with you.”
Damn, I want nothing more than to taste him and see if it’s as good as I’m imagining. Okay, that’s a lie, there’s something I want more than that.
Cole positions his dick at my entrance, moving it through my folds and up around my clit. He teases me until I’m squirming. “Cole, that’s enough. I need you inside me.”
“Ready?”
I lick my bottom lip then suck it into my mouth and nod, telling him to do it, to take me. I should tell him I’ve never done this before, but there isn’t any time. He thrusts inside me at just the right speed, tearing through my virginity and making me his. The small pinch of pain is nothing compared to the overwhelming feeling of belonging to this man. Our eyes meet, and I know that he is going to be mine until the end of our forever.
He looks down at me in wonder, and I hope that I did the right thing. Leaning over me, he brushes my hair out of my face and kisses me slowly. “You should have told me, baby, I would have gone slower, been more careful.”
“You were perfect Cole. Absolutely perfect.” I say and clench around him making him groan.
Kissing along my neck, he starts moving in a steady maddening rhythm inside me. Suddenly the urge to have him bite me hits, and my pussy spasms imagining what it would feel like. Cole scrapes his teeth against my skin, and I silently beg for him to bite down. “Hard.” I moan, “Bite me hard Cole. I need it.” I swear I feel his dick grow inside me, stretching me tighter, hitting me deeper.
“Fuck, Aubree. You can’t say things like that when I’m balls deep inside this perfect fucking pussy.”
He looks into my eyes, and his once dark brown orbs are now golden in color. There’s a rawness to him I’ve never seen before, and the knowledge that I’m the one who has pushed him this far is beyond intoxicating. He laces his fingers through mine and pushes our hands above my head and thrusts into me deeper and faster while using his other hand to grip my hip. At this rate, he’s going to leave a bruise, and I can’t wait to see it marking my skin.
“God love, tell me you’re close. Your little pussy is strangling my dick so good, and I’m seconds away from filling you up until you’re full of my cum.”
“Yes, please don’t stop.”
His dick hits me deeper than before, and I’m coming in seconds. He thrusts right through my orgasm and keeps going until I drag my nails down his back, making him shudder and come inside me. Growling, he bites down on me at the base of my neck. It’s not hard enough to draw blood, but the pleasure-pain is fuel to my soul, and I’m coming again, or maybe I never stopped.
Eventually, Cole rolls over and pulls me to lay on his chest. Wrapped in his arms, I feel safe and completely at peace for the first time in my life. We lay there listening to our rapidly beating hearts slow to a normal rhythm for a while until I’m too tired to keep my eyes open. His finger traces my bite lightly, over and over. My last thought is of his bite and how I wished he would have bitten me harder, leaving a mark on me permanently.