Instead of doing either of those things, he exhales a quiet breath and whispers reverently, “Perfect.”
This feeling I have right now must be the same feeling Chet enjoyed every time he preened at his reflection in a mirror. With one simple word, Cole not only dissolved my anxiety, he also released that powerful dark femme energy Angel’s always going on about.
Stretching my arms overhead, I spread my thighs wider.
Cole’s searing gaze flashes up to mine. He snaps, “You’re not in charge.”
Because we both know I really am, I smile. “Whatever you say, boss man.”
Like a predator contemplating his meal, he tilts his head and studies me. The tension grows until I’m resisting the urge to start squirming.
“You like playing with fire, don’t you?”
“Seems like I’m not the only one.”
“Answer the question.”
“I thought I had.”
“Yes or no, Shay.”
Something about his intensity has my heart pounding like mad. Energy courses through my body, thrumming over my skin in waves. My nipples harden. My pussy tingles. I feel unstable, as if I’m a dangerous mix of chemicals that might spontaneously combust.
I answer truthfully. “I like playing with you.”
Whether or not that satisfies whatever it was he was really asking, I can’t tell. His blue eyes are as dark and impenetrable as the surface of a stormy sea.
He kneels between my legs, then slowly runs his hands up my spread legs from the inside of my knees to where my thighs meet my body. Staring voraciously at my exposed pussy, he licks his lips.
That simple action is so sexy, I almost moan out loud.
“You want my mouth on you?”
His voice is harsh in the quiet room. Mine is breathy.
“Yes.”
“Ask for it.”
He strokes his thumbs against my pubic hair, his pressure feather-light. Fighting another moan, I swallow.
“Please, Cole. I want your mouth.”
When he murmurs, “Good girl,” I nearly expire.
Correction. When I nearly expire is the moment his hot tongue makes contact with my tingling clitoris and gives it a firm flick. Then I moan so loudly, the girls can probably hear me downstairs.
Cole slides his hands under my bare ass and grips it as he slides his tongue back and forth in a slow, rhythmic dance over my clit. A shudder wracks my body. I close my eyes and tangle my fingers into his hair.
When I start to rock my hips in time with the strokes of his tongue, he makes a muffled sound that I recognize as a laugh.
“Don’t gloat,” I breathe. “Gloating is unattractive.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispers mockingly, then slides a finger inside me, making me gasp and arch off the bed. He adds another finger, and I whimper.
Okay, so maybe I’m not the one in charge after all.
Dammit.
Cole
If I thought her mouth tasted good, her cunt takes like heaven.
Pulling on my hair and grinding that delicious cunt against my face, she moans.
“Oh God, that’s amazing. Your tongue is amazing. Your fingers are amazing. This was the best idea I’ve ever had in my life.”
Her breathless little moans drive me crazy. My dick is so hard, it aches.
“Yes—oh—suck just like that—oh—”
I love how responsive she is. How vocal. When I scrape my teeth against her swollen clit, she jerks, crying out. I thrust my fingers deeper inside her, and she says my name.
Moans it.
Makes it sound like I’m a superhero.
It’s good this will only be for one night. I haven’t even fucked her yet, and I’m already obsessed. If I got more of her— No. Don’t go there. She can’t be yours. She can never be yours.
Her pussy contracts around my fingers. Then she’s coming, crying out hoarsely, her thighs shaking and her hips jerking, the raw sounds of her pleasure echoing off the walls.
She calls out my name again. This time there’s desperation in her tone.
Lucky for us both, I know what she needs.
I snatch up her small handbag and rip it open. The contents include a cell phone, a credit card, and about two dozen rubbers. I grab one, rip open the foil packet, unzip my trousers, take my hard dick in my hand, and roll the condom on.
Then, crouched and balancing on the balls of my feet, I drag her off the bed and impale her on my cock.
Staring at me with wide eyes and wet lips, she digs her fingernails into my shoulders. Her face is red. Her thighs are open around my waist. Her expression is one of pure astonishment.
“You okay?”