Chapter 18

Grocery list: 1. Eggs. 2. Don’t run into your psycho ex-wife.

-Note from Cora to Coke

Coke

I groaned as I rolled over in bed.

Not because I was hungover, but because I was horny as fucking hell.

And it had everything to do with the damn woman that was now getting up and walking to the bathroom.

I opened my eyes and allowed my gaze to roam around the room.

My eyes hit the clock first and realized quickly that it was about an hour past when I normally got up.

The toilet flushed in the bathroom, and I turned my gaze to stare at the semi-closed door.

Moments later, I heard the sink running, and contemplated getting up.

But I couldn’t.

Not yet, anyway. Not with this erection that I was currently sporting.

I’d have to wait until she left the room before I did anything.

I looked down at my dick, which was tenting the sheets, and reached over to grab for the comforter just as the water shut off.

I momentarily forgot what I was doing when the door opened, and Cora stepped out in only my shirt.

The dick that I’d thought was just hard a few moments earlier was well and truly rigid now.

She had on a white ‘Coke Salvage’ shirt that hung off one shoulder.

The shirt hit her at about mid-thigh, and I mentally thanked God that I’d given her the smaller one that no longer fit me anymore.

If I’d given her the one that did fit, it would’ve been much longer on her.

Which would have been a shame since I wouldn’t have seen the brown mole on the inside of one of her thighs.

She walked straight to my side of the bed and stared down at me with something I couldn’t quite decipher on her face. “Are you awake?”

I found myself grinning. “Yeah.”

In the morning, my voice was always a lot rougher than it was at any other time during the day. It’s like my voice took a while to warm up or something, thanks to my vocal cord injury.

Her eyes warmed.

“Do you remember what we talked about yesterday?” she asked. “Last night to be specific?”

I thought back to everything that we talked about last night—which had been a lot.

“Yes,” I paused. “We talked about a lot of stuff, though. Mainly about you wanting to go home.”

“No,” she said. “After that.”

She gathered the hem of her shirt up with one fist, and my eyes were automatically drawn there.

That’s when I realized that I’d never actually covered my cock.

I looked down, and yep, it was still tenting the sheet.

There was no way that she’d missed it. None.

“Ummm,” I hesitated, once again reaching for the blanket.

“No.” She stopped me by reaching over and grabbing my wrist.

To do that, she’d had to partially straddle my thighs, and my cock rubbed deliciously along the inside of one of her shapely thighs.

I felt everything inside me stiffen.

“Cora…”

“You said you’d never had a blow job before.”

I felt everything inside of me still.

“Well…I’ve never given one.”

My heart started to pound.

“And I want to.”

Then she was gently tugging the sheet down, and I couldn’t find it in me to say a goddamn thing.

The arguments forming in my head were all jumbled. They kept coursing through my mind, though, ticking off each bad idea as if it was on a time lapse.

She was too young.

I was too old.

She had been kidnapped.

I’d said those things when I’d been drinking.

She was innocent—there was no doubt about that.

I had a young kid who was eight years younger than her.

She had problems—problems that I didn’t want to exacerbate.

But her mouth. And those eyes.

She tugged the sheet all the way down, and I made one last ditch effort to stop this.

Or would have had I not opened my mouth and looked in her eyes.

What I saw there was enough to cause me to snap my mouth shut.

She knew what she was doing. I knew what I was doing. We were both consenting adults, and we both wanted this.

Me maybe a whole lot more than her.

My dick was raging, my balls were high and tight, and she was staring at it like it was the Holy Grail.

Then she licked her lips.

I almost closed my eyes but thank God I didn’t since I would’ve missed the way she turned those eyes toward mine and showed me how much she wanted to be doing what she was about to do.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned. “Stop torturing me. Pull my dick out of my underwear already.”

She smiled, then moved her hand that was resting on my left thigh, and drug it up to where my cock was doing a damn good impression of an upright in a tent.

I was wearing a tight pair of Under Armor second-skin boxers, and the material was meant to be tight to hold everything in place while adding support where it was needed and allowing air to circulate so the boys didn’t get overheated. Needless to say, they fit very snugly, and it wasn’t easy to get my underwear off at all—which was a testament to how much my dick liked the idea of her being anywhere near it.

She ran her finger along a horizontal line that would take her straight over my cock head and stopped right before she met the sensitive appendage.

Her eyes came up to meet mine, and she smiled.

That’s when I knew that I was in for a whole lot more than a few minutes of pleasure. She was going to torture me before this was all through.

“These underwear,” she murmured, finally allowing her finger to reach its destination. “They’re spectacular. I can see everything.”

She could.

I could make out every ridge and vein, from the round helmet at the tip of my cock to the long thick shaft. My balls were squeezed up tight and high between my legs, which just made my cock push out farther.

The moment her finger circled twice around the head, my abs started to hurt from clenching them. I wanted nothing more than to yank my underwear down and shove my cock straight down her throat.

Once it was nice and wet, I then wanted to pull out of her throat and roughly yank her to her knees before shoving my cock so far into her pink pussy that she felt me in her throat again.

But I stayed exactly where I was, and tried to regain control.

I closed my eyes, hoping that it would help me, but it only made it worse.

Because then I didn’t see the touches coming. One second, she was circling the head of my cock, and the next she was sneaking her hand up to the waistband of my underwear.

Moments later, she had my cock exposed to the room, and she was giving it a test lick.

I nearly came right then and there.

Me, Coke Solomon, a man who was feeling the delicate tongue and mouth of a woman for the first time, nearly lost it.

The only thing that kept me from going was locking every single muscle in my entire body and counting backward from one hundred.

By the time she’d thoroughly coated the head with her saliva, she pulled back. “Tell me what you always wanted to try,” she ordered.

As she waited for my reply, she started to tug my underwear down my thighs.

Once they were down around my ankles, I took over and kicked them off the bed, hearing them fall somewhere on the floor.

The disorderly behavior would kill me once this was over, but for now, I didn’t care that my sheets were in a tangle on the floor, and my underwear was there right next to them.

All I cared about was the way her hot breath was inches from my cock and the fact that she was driving me wild.

“Anything,” I told her hoarsely. “Goddamn, anything.”

She snickered. “Well, this should be okay then. All I want to do is everything.”

Then she started to do her version of everything. Licking. Sucking. Tasting.

She jacked my cock with one hand while she sucked on the tip with her mouth.

And after three more pumps of that, I knew that I wouldn’t last. There was not one single thing in the entire world that could stop me.

“Gonna come,” I hissed out between clenched teeth. “It feels too good. I just can’t hold onto it anymore.”

She moaned around my cock, and that was all she wrote.

I came. I came so hard that I felt my spine crack from the top of my tailbone all the way up to the base of my neck as my back bowed.

My thighs howled in agony as I practically forced them to stay still and in place, effectively stopping my hips from pumping upwards and forcing me down deeper into her throat.

The moment that my cum hit her tongue, she moaned.

And I swore to all that was holy that I would make this woman mine in every way that she possibly could be.