Part 13 (1/2)

He rained sweet kisses over her while his c.o.c.k pounded into her. ”Put your hand on your p.u.s.s.y and rub that pretty c.l.i.t for me.”

She tensed. ”I don't-”

Fingers still laced, he took her hand to her mouth. ”Lick your fingers, now,” he ordered.

A bit hesitant, she took the tips of her index and middle fingers into her mouth and licked them. His b.a.l.l.s drew up tighter, and when her wandering tongue moved onto his fingers and sucked them in, he had to close his eyes tight and still his movements, praying to G.o.d he wouldn't spill his seed on the spot.

Cole brought her hand to her p.u.s.s.y, and keeping his fingers on top of hers, he pressed against her c.l.i.t while she cried out and her head fell forward, her hair covering her face. Panting loudly and pressing back at each ram, asking for more, she uninhibitedly ma.s.saged her c.l.i.t using his fingers and hers. So f.u.c.king hot. He loved feeling her like this: her swollen folds parted for him, her c.l.i.t pulsing under his finger pads, her p.u.s.s.y milking him.

”f.u.c.k, I'm coming, babe,” he said, but he doubted she could hear him because she was coming herself, her p.u.s.s.y contracting around him in strong, almost violent, spasms that would have floored a lesser man.

SHE WOULD HAVE slid to the floor of the d.a.m.n garage if it weren't for Cole's hard body holding her up. She stood still, her breath coming out in short pants, and waited for her legs to stop trembling while she heard him disposing of the condom and zipping up. She was going to pull her skirt down and turn around, but before she could manage any of it, he lifted her in his arms and took her inside to his bedroom.

He looked so intense, so focused it was almost frightening.

In no time he had her dress pooling at her feet and her on her back on the bed, wearing only panties. He came over her, and she reached for him, kissing and pulling at his clothes. Even before he stilled her hands, she felt his lips quirking into a smile.

”You're h.e.l.l on my self-control,” he stated almost in a whisper, shaking his head as he moved to the dresser and got out from the drawer something that looked like...handcuffs. ”Do you trust me, baby?” She dragged her gaze away from the cuffs and looked at his face. He stood still.

Was she okay with this? Of course she wasn't, but apparently her lower parts totally disagreed, because at the sight of Cole holding those padded cuffs, her womb spasmed.

She nervously licked her lips. ”Do I get my turn cuffing you?”

”I don't think so, sweetheart.”

”You don't play fair.”

He loomed over her and placed a quick kiss on her lips. ”I never said I would. Now, do you trust me?”

She stared at his intense eyes and nodded. Some emotion she had no name for pa.s.sed over his face, and he took her mouth again, this time more slowly. Deeper. Afterward he raised her hands over her head, cuffed her around one of the bars of the headboard, and checked that they weren't too tight on her wrists.

”I'll make you come like crazy, f.u.c.k you senseless, test your boundaries, but play fair? No. That I never do. Now open your legs,” he ordered as he climbed out of bed and shucked his clothes with efficient movements, standing naked in front of her soon after that, eating her with his gaze. G.o.d, he looked breathtaking. Imposing.

And she was naked and cuffed to his bed. She gulped and glanced toward the lamp nearby, pleading silently, but he wiggled his finger left and right, a somehow amused stare on his face.

”Dream on, babe.”

Yes, lights were staying on.

As Christy remained immobile, he crossed his arms, a c.o.c.ky smile on his lips.

”Christy baby, I have no qualms about tying your legs to the bed if you won't open them wide. I have two more pairs of cuffs. Do I go get them? I'm all for it. I didn't want to use them because I didn't want to totally freak you out, but seeing as you-”

She opened her legs. Wide. No, no need to get the extra pairs. She was at enough of a disadvantage as it was now.

He went to kneel between her legs. ”Good girl. Bend your knees. Yeah, like that, sugar. Totally open for me.”

”Cole, I feel on display.”

Ignoring her words, he grabbed the crotch of her panties and tugged up, the movement burying the material between her soaked folds. She cried out at the electric sensation and lifted her hips while he slid the cloth back and forth along her slit, the material lodging itself deeper and deeper and rubbing against her c.l.i.t.

”Yes, you're on display. For me. And as sure as f.u.c.k I'm appreciating it,” he said, the huskiness in his voice abrading her senses. Then he lifted his gaze to hers. ”A ripper, huh?” Not waiting for an answer, he ripped the material, his lips quirking, that predatory smile of his a promise of sorts.

With the ruined underwear dangling from her left hip, he traced her slit. ”You're so f.u.c.king wet, babe.” Barely able to breathe, she watched as his wet fingers tickled her skin on their way up to her stomach. Then they took a detour around her nipples, then up to her mouth, where he painted her lips with her juices.

He bent over her and took her mouth in a devastating kiss that all but stopped her heart.

”You look gorgeous bound to my bed.”

His mouth skimmed her jaw, then her throat, his lips warm against her skin, his tongue licking here and there. When he reached her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he inhaled deep, nuzzling his whole face in her cleavage.

”f.u.c.k, I love these.” He toyed with one nipple, rolling it, while his mouth teased the other. Cuffs rattling, she arched toward him, wanting more contact, but he kept his lower body away from her.

”Please, Cole...”

”Please what, babe?”

”More. Don't be a tease.”

He chuckled. ”Soon, sweetheart. Let me enjoy you awhile longer. I want to kiss and touch you all over. I promise I'll make it good for you.”

He licked her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, lapping at them, tormenting her tender nipples until they were aching and she was out of her mind, after which he moved to her stomach and nuzzled it, dipping his tongue into her navel before slowly gliding down. By then she was so turned on she was bucking against him. Being bound to the bed b.u.mped up the s.e.xual tension to such an extent her body literally hummed with the need for release.

”I've had you twice today, and I haven't yet found the time to properly go down on you. I'm dying to have my mouth on those silky-smooth folds. Besides, I promised I'd kiss it all better, remember?”

He blew at her open core, and at the contact with the cool air, her whole lower body jerked.

”Easy, sweetheart. So sweet and soft. I love you waxed for me.”

He grazed her tender skin with his teeth, his breath adding extra sensory data. It felt as if she were being touched for the first time, as if he were waking up hidden nerve endings that had remained dormant until now.

”Eyes on me, babe.”

She obeyed him, and a jolt of pure energy raced over her at the sight of his tongue lapping at her flesh. He nipped her c.l.i.t, ever so gently, and she arched, lifting her hips. She needed more of that, whatever it was he was doing to her, and she needed more right now. He sensed her urgency and chuckled, keeping her down easily. The b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

He licked her thoroughly, nibbling her flesh, his tongue exploring every curve and valley, lapping at her slit, playing with her c.l.i.t. Then he gathered some of her lube and moved to her a.s.s. As she felt the tip of his finger breaching that tiny hole, she froze.

”Don't worry, babe. I won't be f.u.c.king this pretty a.s.s. Today.”

Oh G.o.d. The sheer sensuality of his words made more liquid rush to her core. And her a.s.s clenched on him.

”I see you like the idea, don't you? Of me parting these cheeks and f.u.c.king this tight a.s.s?”

All she could do was whimper. It felt so good. So unbelievably erotic with that mouth pleasuring her and his fingers toying with her behind, everything else flew out of her mind. She didn't care how awkward she must look, tied to the bed, open to his heart's content and begging to get more. No one had ever done that to her, gotten her to forget everything but the s.e.x and the moment-and the searing pleasure. Cole did that to her. When they were together, she never felt inadequate or lacking.

As he sucked her c.l.i.t and added two fingers into her p.u.s.s.y, f.u.c.king her deep, she came so hard she thought she'd pa.s.sed out. When she floated back, he was rolling on a condom and mounting her.

A long, hard plunge and he was buried deep inside her. Standing against the light, his body bathed in shadows, he looked huge. And dangerous.

”That's it, babe. Take every inch of me,” he said in a ragged breath. His face was harsh, his jaw locked, his lips drawn in a thin line. The corded muscles of his upper body rippled and bulged, rock hard with tension.