Chapter Nine: Sydney
After clearing the lunch dishes, I go to my room and fire up my laptop. I promised Cole and Luke that I would look into the suit that their brother is trying to file against them. As much as I didn’t want to do any sort of work while I was here, I can’t just let them flounder. If I can help them, I will.
I start to scroll through the archives of Montana property law and completely lose track of time. Before I know it, Cole is knocking on my bedroom door asking if I’m hungry for dinner. I close my laptop and rub my blurry eyes. I’ve been digging as deep into the laws as I can, but everything I’ve found is confirming my first instincts. I do not look forward to telling Cole what I’ve found.
I get up and open the door to find Cole leaning in the door frame all sexy as hell. His hair is tousled and he smells slightly musty from working in the field. None of that is enough to stop my mind from wandering to bad places. I throw my arms around his neck and bring his mouth to mine. All traces of the bad news I had to deliver are forgotten.
He steps into the room and closes the door behind him, turning to pin me up against it. My hands slide under his shirt and my fingers trace the lines of his well-defined abs. Good God this man is hot. I put my hands flat on his chest and push him away from me, moving quickly before he can pin me to the door again.
“I am hungry,” I purr as I walk backwards toward the bathroom, shedding my clothing as I go. “I think I’d like to taste that nice big cock of yours tonight.”
Cole’s eyes turn even darker and he makes a noise low in his throat that tells me he likes my proposition. He strides toward me, shedding his own clothes until we are both in the bathroom naked as the day we were born.
I turn on the water and step under the spray, pulling him in with me. As the warm shower cascades over us, I wind my arms around Cole’s neck and plant small kisses along his angular jaw. He tries to bring his mouth to mine but I tease him by pulling away before our lips meet. I can tell I’m driving him crazy.
Slowly, I sink to my knees in front of him and wrap my hand around the base of his now throbbing shaft. I love the fact that my fingertips barely meet around his girth. I begin to deliberately stroke him from top to bottom, watching how the purple head pulses with each pass. Cole is starting to fidget above me and I finally decide to relieve some of his tension.
I take his cock into my mouth and begin to suck deeply. He moans and fists his fingers in my hair with one hand while using the other to steady himself against the wall. I continue to squeeze the base of his shaft while I use my tongue to coax tiny drops of fluid from his tip. I lick the drips of cum off and swallow them greedily, urging him to spill himself down my throat. I meant it when I said I wanted to taste him.
Cole gives a tug on my hair and pulls me off of him before he can come in my mouth. “No,” he says throatily. “I need your pussy.”
I stand up to my full height and turn around so that my back is to him. Cole cups my breasts in his large hands, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until I feel a mixture of pleasure and pain. I grind my ass against his dick and he slides two fingers into my cunt to see how wet I am. Satisfied with his findings, Cole bends me over so I am completely open to him.
He takes one of the fingers he just pulled from my drenched pussy and slowly pushes it into my asshole, using my own juices to lubricate the way. Never having experienced this before, my brain doesn’t quite know how to process it. I had always expected anal to hurt, but what Cole is doing to me with his fingers fells anything but painful.
After a moment, he withdraws his finger from my ass and centers his throbbing cock at my entrance. He grabs my hips in his hands and plunges himself deep into my pussy. I cry out at the sensation of him filling me so completely and place my palms on the shower floor so he can go as deeply as he wants. Cole takes my invitation and drives himself fully into me over and over again so that the sound of his balls slapping my ass fills the room.
I feel myself close to the edge of release when Cole again slides a finger into my asshole. I come immediately with an intensity I’ve never known before, my juices squirting out from my pussy and all over his cock and balls.
“Oh fuck! Oh my God. Fuck, Cole!” I cry out as my orgasm washes over me. It’s all I can do to keep my legs from buckling as Cole continues to pound into me from behind.
Cole thrusts roughly twice more before grunting and pouring himself deep into my womb. The mixture of our fluids runs down my legs as he helps me stand and buries his face in my hair. As our breathing slowly returns to normal, we take turns washing each other and I know in that moment, that I am already in love with Cole Parker.