No matter how much I mentally ready myself for whatever is about to happen, nothing could have prepared me for the assault of his dick rocketing into me with brute force. The stretch. The power. The sheer velocity with which he pistons his hips into my core sends my body sliding up the bedding. The force rocks my entire being, the sound of his skin smacking into mine fuels my erotic need for more.
I’m on the verge of an orgasm and we just got started.
Gritting his teeth as he leans his torso back to take in the sight of my tits bouncing with the trajectory of our fucking, Cole says, “Fuck, Noelle.”
I don’t know if it’s the thought that this is just for a night, or that he’s a stranger, but I feel emboldened to tell Cole exactly what I want.
Everything I want.
“Get on your back,” I order him.
Who is this girl? I’ve never been one to talk dirty in the bedroom or make demands. I’m used to selfish boys that I’m trying so desperately to hold onto that I’m afraid to ask for what I need.
“So bossy.” Cole’s smirk confirms that he doesn’t mind my bossy side one bit.
Like the skilled partner he is, Cole rolls until I’m on top of him, flipping with easy stealth so I’m straddling his waist without him ever slipping out of me.
Unwilling to interrupt the synchronicity our bodies have achieved, I continue to grind my center into his and rock to the beat of our labored breaths. But I have selfish reasons for wanting to be on top.
“Bedside drawer,” I direct him next.
“You want me to wear a condom after feeling how good we are together, raw?” The disappointment in his voice gives me a small sliver of satisfaction, but that’s not why I told him to open the drawer.
“Just open it.” As Cole starts to reach for the drawer I coo, “Good boy,” just to rile him up further. He raises a brow at my praise but the thrill in his expression tells me that might be one of his kinks.
This game we’re playing is getting funner by the minute. I’ve learned more about Cole in the last few hours than I learned about any of my ex-boyfriends through the duration of dating.
There’s something so liberating about him not knowing me before tonight. I can be any version of myself I want to be. I can be as bold and commanding as I desire.
And he likes it. He likes me.
Pulling open the drawer of the bedside table reveals not condoms but a wonderful little invention that simulates a finger but better. With a textured silicone pad and three speeds of vibration, this little toy has given me better orgasms than my own fingers can accomplish.
So why not use it now?
In the past, I’ve needed more than my partners could provide to climax, but never wanted to insult their masculinity by asking for it. So after a partner would leave, then I’d break out the toys.
But I have a feeling Cole won’t mind one bit. I can tell just by the look in his eyes that he relishes the idea of using this on me.
“What do we have here?” He taunts when he knows damn well how to use it.
“Please, Cole,” I’m on the verge of full on begging.
“Try again,” he taunts. Not denying me, just making me work for it.
Without breaking my pace I submit to his whims, needy for more. “Please, Sir.”
Satisfaction ripples across his face. Then Cole turns on the device and presses the textured pad to my clit. A symphony of shock waves radiate through my body, spreading from my core. I buck my hips, throwing my head back as the force of the vibration brings me to the edge of oblivion and throws me over without a second thought. Thankfully,Cole doesn’t pull the toy away, he meets every bounce of my hips by thrusting his own. My ass jiggles with the up and down motion. I cry out in ecstasy as the orgasm is prolonged for as long as possible, as long as my body can take it.
Once my shoulders sag, Cole removes the toy, tossing it out of sight before pulling me down to brand me with a burning kiss.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Cole seethes. That’s the only reprieve I get before he tips my rear upward to give him enough leverage to slam his hips upward, driving himself deeper into me than I thought he could do. With a smack on my ass, I yelp into his shoulder, enjoying the growl rumbling in Cole’s chest as he pounds into me so furiously that the metal headboard smacks into the wall. I don’t have the mental capacity to care if we’re bothering the neighbors when I’m in the middle of the best sex of my life.
“Please, Cole.” He doesn’t toy with me this time. He’s as needy as I am as we both climb closer to the brink of explosion. “Please. Give it to me.”
And he does. Oh, does he give it to me. Bringing me to another orgasm that shakes my very foundation. I didn’t even know I could feel this way as I give myself over to the moment, savoring how he wrings every second out of this orgasm.
Before he growls through his own release, Cole flips me to my back once more. Pulling out of me just in time, hot ropes of cum bead along my skin to mark me as his.
