J

 

Cole’s hands pulling my hips to him, rubbing me against his cock, has to be one of the sexiest things I have ever experienced. To be able to feel what I do to him, how much he wants me, has my panties soaked.

 

His hands tighten against my ass. When he stands, never breaking the kiss, I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on. “I’ve got you,” he says against my lips. “I’m not going to have our first time be on this old couch. I said I wanted you on my bed, J. I wasn’t kidding.” He carries me up the stairs to his room. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.

 

He lets my legs slide down until I am touching the floor, then kneels in front of me, pulls my shirt up, and kisses my stomach. It makes my muscles clench. He lets go of my shirt and leans down to untie my boots. He taps my leg and I lift it, grasping his shoulders to keep from falling over. I’m in awe. I’ve never had someone undress me, let alone do it slowly and sensually.

 

Cole stands and rubs his knuckles across my cheek. “What’s that look for?”

 

I put my hands on his chest, rubbing softly. “I’ve never had someone undress me like that. It was…”

 

“It was what?” he asks, pulling up on my chin to look into my eyes.

 

“It was sexy.”

 

He laughs. “Taking off your boots is sexy? Good to know.”

 

“Don’t laugh. I never expected you to be like this. I expected hot and dirty, not slow and sensual. It’s throwing me off.”

 

“Is that what you want, J? Hot and dirty? Because I can explain in detail everything I want to do to you. My words alone will have you closer to orgasm faster than you thought possible. Or do you want slow and sensual? I can draw this out for as long as you need. Touch you in ways you never knew existed. I can also do hard and fast. Drilling you into this mattress is something that has crossed my mind more than once. The thought of seeing your ass up, pussy dripping for me has me hard. Tell me what you want and how you want it, J.”

 

I turn and face his unmade bed, the rumbled sheets, his t-shirt and jeans thrown across the bottom. I move to the dirty clothes. Picking up his shirt, I put it up to my nose and breathe him in—the cologne, the sweat, the shop smells. I throw it back onto the bed. I turn and walk to stand in front of the sexiest man I have ever known. I push my hands under his shirt and run my fingers over the ridges of his abs, feeling them constrict.

 

“I want you, Cole. However we do this, I know it’s going to be explosive and that is perfect for me.”

Cole wraps me in his arms. “Good.” His mouth crashes onto mine. He walks me back until my knees hit the bed. He lowers us down onto the mattress. The weight of him on top of me is something I have dreamt about. He sits back and lifts my shirt over my head, then quickly removes my jeans and socks. Before I know it, I am left wearing nothing but my black cotton boy shorts and matching bra. Had I known this was what was going to happen tonight, I would have worn my nicer underwear. The look in Cole’s eyes tells me he couldn’t care less what material my underwear is made from. He likes what he sees.

 

“God, you’re gorgeous. I could stare at you like this for days.”

 

“Cole, please,” I beg. What I am begging for, I have no idea. I just know I need him desperately.

 

“I know, baby. Me, too. I got you.”

 

He pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it across the room. I watch intently as his hands travel to his belt buckle, undoing it and the button of his jeans. I quickly sit up, knowing I want to be the one to expose this sexy man inch by inch. I push his hands out of the way as I kiss his chest, working my way down. All I can think about is taking him into my mouth. I pull the zipper down, revealing his green boxer briefs. I don’t miss the spot of wetness his cock has created. He wants me.

 

As I start to slide the jeans and boxers over his hips, his cock is exposed, its slow reveal killing us both. He pushes his pants down to his knees, stopping to pull a condom out of his pocket and throw it on the bed, then pulls me up to my knees. He mouth takes me in a hard kiss filled with desire. The groan that vibrates in his chest when my hand wraps around him gives me all the encouragement I need.

 

“I need to taste you,” I whisper as I slowly stroke him from base to tip.

 

He lays on his back, pulling his jeans and briefs off, spreading his legs, one on either side of me, exposing himself. God, his cock is perfect. I watch as he wraps his hand around it, giving himself a tug, ending in a twist of his wrist at the tip. I’m mesmerized. Nothing is hotter than watching a man touch himself. I love seeing how he likes to bring himself pleasure, the look of lust in his eyes. My breath starts to increase with every slide of his hand.

 

“You like watching me, J?”

 

“Yes,” I answer in a husky voice, licking my lips as I watch the precum bead at the tip. I slowly lean over him, licking the bead of moisture away. His taste explodes on my tongue. I need more. I wet my lips again before taking him into my mouth. The growl that escapes him has me moving faster. I let my tongue slide against the bulging veins until almost to the base. Deep throating was never high on my list of things I wanted to try, but the desire I feel to take all of him overpowers me. The only thing I can think of is having him buried deep in my throat while I swallow around him. I want to watch him come undone by the things I do to him. I work my way back to his tip, taking time to lick the rim of his head before opening to take him again. He threads his fingers into my hair. I try again to take him fully, discouraged because I can’t get there in this position.

 

“Are you trying to take all of me?”

 

I nod, continuing to work his cock. Up and down, licking and sucking. He bucks his hips, adding more pressure to the back of my head. Just when I think he’s going to lose it, the hand wrapped in my hair tightens and pulls me off him.

 

“What?” I say, panting.

 

“I’m about to come, but it isn’t going to be in your mouth. Not this time anyway.” He squeezes the base of his cock with a tight fist, suppressing his urge. I watch in awe as his cock stands tall, throbbing, wet with my saliva.

 

He suddenly sits up takes my mouth in a frantic kiss. He can’t seem to get enough of me. His lips are everywhere…my cheek, my neck, my collarbone…as his hands slide behind my back to undo my bra. He pulls the straps down my arms as his eyes take in my breasts. “Jesus,” he says before taking my right nipple into his mouth. I feel his tongue flick across the sensitive bud before the suction starts. I run my fingers into his hair, pulling his head to me, while I arch my back, pressing my breasts closer to him. He continues to assault my right side while he pulls on my left nipple, pinching it between two fingers until it’s harder than I ever think it’s been. A surprised gasp flies from my mouth when he flicks my left nipple. Then he returns to his pulling and plucking, the quick pain replaced by nothing but pleasure.

 

“Oh god,” I moan.

 

“Cole. My name’s Cole. If you’re moaning anyone’s name, it’s mine.” He locks his eyes with mine. “If you are going to praise anyone for what you are feeling, it’s me. I’m the one doing this. I’m the one who has you on the edge. I’m the one who is going to make sure you have the most amazing orgasm. Not God, not anyone else. Me. This is me and you, J. You want to scream, scream out loud, baby. Understood?”

 

I’m a bit taken aback by his sudden dominance, his possessiveness, but all I can think is that’s the fucking sexiest thing I have ever heard. If it were possible for me to get any wetter than I am right at this moment, I would be. “Yes, Cole,” I whisper.

 

“Good.”

 

He kisses me quickly, then moves down my body. Kissing each breast, moving to my ribs and stomach, stopping right above my boy shorts. He places his fingers in the sides and starts to pull them off as I lift my hips to help him. As soon as my panties are off, I can smell my own arousal. Every thought I have melts away the moment Cole settles himself between my legs.

 

“I can smell you, J. You smell like fucking heaven. If I could have this scent bottled to have with me always, I would.” His tongue pushes between my folds. He licks my clit, which has me moaning. “You taste better than I ever imagined you would. I know I’ll never get tired of your pussy in my face.”

 

Cole’s tongue continues to wreak havoc on my clit. When two fingers slide into me and find the most wonderful spot in my entire body, he pushes me into a mind-numbing orgasm. I never knew I could come that hard, that incredibly. I didn’t know it was supposed to feel like that. With Justin, it was all about him. Of course, I’ve touched myself, but nothing felt this amazing.

 

Cole was right. I begged, I screamed, I moaned his name.

 

He kissed his way back up to my face. I was relaxed and sated. Cole hovering above me, a smile on his face, brings me back to focus.

 

“Hi,” I say, pushing my hair back.

 

“Hi.” He kisses my cheek, my neck, that spot behind my ear that makes my toes tingle. “You okay?”

 

“I’m good. Really good.”

 

“Good.” Cole pushes my legs wide as he sits back and grabs the condom, rips it open, and slides it down his hard shaft as he stares at my pussy, making me think something is wrong. “You’re beautiful, J.” He rubs the head of his cock through my wetness. Every tingle I felt before is magnified with this simple movement.

 

“Cole…,” I moan.

 

“Yes?”

 

“I need you.”

 

“I need you, too, sugar. You ready for me?”

 

“Hell yes.”

 

That is the last understandable word uttered from my mouth for quite a while. I expected him to go slow, ease his way into my body. With one swift push, he’s completely seated inside me. The shock makes me gasp. It’s not that he’s exceptionally large or thick, but the simple fact that I haven’t had sex in a long time has me jumping. He gives my body a minute to get used to him, then he starts moving. The way his hips move… The deep places he’s touching within me… When he lifts my hips slightly to enter me at a different angle, I swear I see stars. At this angle, he hits that spot inside me that I can’t believe I’ve lived without.

 

“Oh god, Cole… Please. I’m almost there. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

 

“That’s it, baby. Take all of me. Come on my cock.”

A few more thrusts and I’m falling over into an earth-shattering orgasm. I scream out as my body shakes and quivers in ways I’ve never experienced. Cole pumps a few more times until he falls over the edge, too. I watch his face as he climaxes. It’s a heady experience to know I did that to him. I’ve made the tendons in his neck pop out, his eyes roll back, his jaw clench. The passion and look of utter satisfaction on his face is mesmerizing.

 

He falls forward, placing his hands on either side of my head. Our bodies still connected, he lazily kisses me. I slowly run my fingertips over his sides and back. We are in no rush. When he finally rolls to the side, pulling out of me, I feel the loss almost instantly. He gets up and throws the condom into the trash, then falls onto the bed and pulls me to him. I cuddle into his chest and run my fingers over the tattoos there. He kisses the top of my head.

 

“You having regrets?”

 

I push myself up to my elbow and look at his face. “What? No. Are you?”

 

He plays with my hair. “No, J. I’ve wanted this for a long time. You know once will never be enough, right?”

 

After everything, I definitely know once will never be enough. There is no getting Cole Masters out from under my skin. If anything, I’ve only made that need stronger. I lay my head back on his chest. “Yeah, I know.”