CHAPTER EIGHT
Cole
I know better than to be doing this with her again, but her anger stirs something I can’t name inside me. I want her, and who wouldn’t? She’s so damn gorgeous. Her eyes flash, and her cheeks turn red. She’s so pissed at me. I can’t blame her.
I guess I tried pushing her away by being a dick, but I’d be lying if I said the idea of her on her knees, begging to suck me off isn’t something I want. She wants it too. I know it the moment I say it. Her lips part, and she gasps a little, but I know it isn’t from shock or anger. It’s lust, and it paints her face in beautiful colors.
“Beg,” I practically snarl, my lips brushing against her ear. She smells so damn good, like peaches and honey, like an expensive drink that’s too sweet. I bet she tastes sweet too. I want to find out. I’m quickly losing any resolve to end this. Hell, I can’t, not with her looking at me that way.
Becca whimpers, licking her lips. “Please,” she whispers.
My hand is still fisted in her silky hair, and I yank a little harder. Not enough to actually hurt her, but enough that she knows I mean business. “Please what?”
A trembling breath leaves her, and she closes her eyes, her face looking almost pained. “Pl-please let me suck you.”
Those are the magic words, and I nearly lose it right then and there. I stiffen immediately, my cock straining the front of my jeans. I’m so hard it actually hurts. Aches. I want her. No, I need her. “Suck what?” I ask, tugging her a little closer by her hair. My other hand circles her delicate, graceful neck. I give it a little squeeze. I have to remain in control. She’s the type of woman a man can fall for without realizing it. That’s the power she doesn’t even know she has. It pisses me off. It’s like I don’t even have a choice or say in the matter.
Her pink, wet tongue flicks out over her lips again. “Suck your cock,” she says, making sure I have no doubt, no question in where this is going.
I push her to her knees, my hand leaving her neck to drop to her smooth, bare shoulder. I still have her by the hair. Oh, the way she looks up at me, hungry and wanting, that is the kind of thing that makes me crazy. “Take out my dick,” I command, needing more than her yearning.
Becca doesn’t say a word and is clearly eager to comply. She reaches up and undoes my belt with a metallic click. Slowly, she pulls down my zipper. I can tell by the way her eyes sparkle that she’s going slow on purpose. She isn’t scared or shy, she’s tormenting me.
A part of me wants to take her right then and there, push her onto her back, spread her legs and fuck that cocky look right off her face, but I earned this, I remind myself. I earned her teasing. I’ve been an asshole. We both know it. I’ve let her have this, her little teasing.
When my cock is free, it takes everything I have not to moan. Instead, I grab my dick by the base, hold her a little away from it by her hair and then rub the shaft against her cheek. “You want it, don’t you?” I ask, my turn to be cocky.
“Yes,” she hisses, narrowing her eyes up at me.
“Open your mouth,” I say, my voice rough and so full of desire that I barely recognize it. I both love and hate what she does to me. It doesn’t seem fair.
Becca opens her mouth, extending her tongue.
“For a good girl, you sure like being my slut.” My lips pull into a crooked grin. In truth, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
She just nods, her eyes fixed on me, mouth open wide to receive what she wants.
Becca
All the anger I feel toward Cole flees when I sink to my knees, and all I want to do is what he tells me. I shudder as he drags his hard shaft down my cheek, and I don’t think twice when he tells me to open my mouth. I do exactly as I’m told.
I know Cole is a bad boy. I know this doesn’t mean we’re together. I don’t even know if this is what I want. But when he growls at me and tells me what to do, something inside of me is only too happy to comply. I don’t understand this side of myself at all.
Everyone always tells you what kind of man you want. He must be gentle, kind, soft, but that isn’t what I want. I want a man with passion and fire. A man who knows how to touch me, how to get me on my knees, ready and eager to do anything he wants. Somehow, Cole has found a way to tap into this desire, and I can’t get enough.
I want him to want me too. I want him to be sorry for what an asshole he’s been. I’m going to suck his cock so good that he’ll never be able to move on and forget me. I swallow him the moment the tip of his dick hits my tongue. I taste him, the bead of precum, salty and a little sweet. I want more.
I love how he looks when my lips close around his hard shaft. He hisses through his teeth, his hand tightening its hold on my hair. God, it feels so good, that little sting of pain mixed in with my arousal. I’m so wet that I ache. No man has ever made me feel this way. I didn’t believe it was possible.
Cole forces me to take every last inch of his thick length. When he hits the back of my throat, I just swallow his flesh. I work my throat tight around his dick and press my tongue against the underside of his shaft. Lifting my hands, I cup his balls and roll them in my palm while my other hand curls around him, stroking as I suck.
I keep my eyes on him the entire time, showing him without words how much I want to fuck him. How good this is. I moan around him, and it makes him cry out in pleasure too. I press my tongue against the vein on the underside, and he trembles. I can tell he’s close, and I want to drive him right over the edge. I want to taste his cum.
But Cole has other plans. He yanks my head back, my lower lip connected to his dick by a thin string of saliva. He pants, his breath coming fast, his gaze boring into me. I feel so open and vulnerable. I feel sexy.
“On your hands and knees,” he says, his voice rough. “I need to fuck you. Now.”
I whimper because that’s just what I need, him inside me. Once more, I obey without question. Rob and I experimented with light BDSM once, but he couldn’t get me to submit. I wanted him to fight for it, show some real passion and desire, but he just couldn’t deliver.
The moment I’m on my hands and knees, I hear the hiss of a condom wrapper tearing, then his fingers dig into my skin, and I cry out. Once more, he skirts that fine line between pleasure and pain, and it feels so good my eyes roll back.
Though sheathed, his cock is still wet with my spit when he thrusts into my sopping pussy. So erotic. Like before, it’s a tight fit and my body stretches to accommodate him. Cole is big in every way, and his dick is no exception. I feel so small and feminine as he mounts me from behind. His big hands on my hips, his thick cock throbbing inside my tight pussy, it’s perfect, like we were made to please each other.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rumbles in my ear, leaning over my back so he can press fully inside of me.
I want to tell him how good he feels, but all that comes out of my mouth is a long, ragged moan. I need more. “Please!” is all I can manage.
His teeth scrape over the shell of my ear. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” I mewl.
Cole growls and grips my ass, squeezing it, slapping it with his hands until my skin stings and burns. He starts pumping in and out, taking his time, his thrusts smooth. Every time he hilts inside me, he smacks my ass. From this angle, ass high, chest low to the ground, every thrust of his thick cock sends shocks of pleasure through me as he hits all the right spots inside me, spots I can’t even reach when I touch myself.
I’m close to coming, but I want to draw it out, I want more, but I don’t even know how to word it or what to ask for. My entire body trembles as Cole’s hand slides from my cheek to tease the pucker of my ass.
No man has ever touched me there, and at first, I reflexively try to pull away, but he steadies me and keeps me still with a firm grasp of his hand around my hip. He circles his hips while fully inside me, rubbing my clit with the base of his shaft. I whimper in illicit pleasure as his thumb presses against my tight ring.
In this, Cole is gentle and slow. Gingerly, he presses his thumb inside the ring of muscle. I cry out at the sharp sting of pain. Soon, it gives way to intense pleasure so erotic that my body feels it in rolling waves.
Now, I need more. He may have been in charge, but I have to come, or I’m going to lose my mind. “Fuck me,” I breathe, saying it over and over as though it’s a desperate prayer.
He doesn’t need to be told twice, even if I may have said it multiple times. His thumb presses farther inside my ass as his cock pounds into me. I come in moments, clenching down around him, my pussy doing a better job of sucking his dick than my mouth does. I have no doubt the neighbors heard my screams of pleasure. And for the first time, I cry out his name. I’ve never done that with any other man I’ve been with, but Cole is special. I know that for sure now.
Abruptly, he pulls out, both his cock and his thumb. He pulls on my ass so that it’s fully exposed and open to him, and with a look over my shoulder, I see him roll the condom off and begin jerking off.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice low and gravely. “Watch me come. Watch me jerk off on your ass.”
Something about this is more intimate somehow. I’m seeing Cole vulnerable. Seeing him do something he usually does in private. He’s gorgeous, his body taut with muscle. I can see how well-defined he is even though his clothes are mostly on. His hand curls around his dick as he pumps himself over me.
I can see his orgasm build. His body gives one, long, slow shudder and he grits his teeth, eyes rolling back before closing. Thick ropes of cum splash over my ass as he moans. His eyes open, and I watch him watch his cum slide down the crack of my ass.
It’s the single most erotic, filthy thing I’ve ever done, but I don’t feel one ounce of shame or embarrassment. It’s right with Cole. I can do anything with him, fulfill any fantasy. I can’t help but wonder if that’s what he saw in me too, or if I’m just another easy conquest.
As soon as I have that thought, I banish it. If we’re going to have a thing, it won’t be traditional. I know that. I can’t think of us that way, not like the way I thought about my relationship with Rob. I have to make sure that feelings and emotions aren’t going to muddle and ruin this.
He shatters all of that when he grabs me and pulls me to my feet, bringing me to rest against him. His hands smooth down my back and my hair. He cups my chin and kisses me, long and slow, but with that same fiery passion. It does more than make me moan and arch into him. I can feel it building like a roaring inferno, this little spark. It makes me want him and be furious with him at the same time.
How dare he do this to me? I don’t want to feel anything. But there it is, in the press of our mouths. I return the kiss with full ardor. If I’m going to fall for Cole James, then it’s only fair if he falls for me in return.