Page 142 of The Exit Strategy

“Why do you? Is this like…a thing for you? Should we go over kinks now?”Please say no. Please say no.The slow roll of his fingers inside my body is priming me for another release, and I think I’ll agree to anything at this point, so long as it’s with him.

“Not a thing of mine normally.” His voice is almost hypnotic. “But the idea of sharing a first with you, like this?” Something wet and cold lands on my overheated skin. Whatever digit he has buried in my ass makes itself known before he attempts to slide a second one in. “Is something I want desperately.”

“Why?” Curse me and my need for answers. My body wants whatever the fuck Cole wants, but my mind is unsettled.

“Because I lost so many firsts with you, Junie.” He adds more lube and a moan escapes my defenses. “Knowing I can have one now, it feeds a need inside me I never knew I had until this very moment. I didn’t get to be your first partner, your first kiss, your first anything. But this?”

I moan long and low as he rims my ass again.

“This I want to share with you. It’s ours—something no one can take away.”

He says it as though it has so many deeper meanings—as though someone has taken me away before—but now is not the time for those answers.

And I want a first with him. “Yes.”

“Yes?” He cocks a brow, like he thought I’d deny him something he wanted so badly.

“We’ll have to go?—”

“Slow.” A wide, seductive smile slips across his lips. “I think you’ll find I’m more than…proficient at slow.”

He hauls me to him with warm hands as he drags us up the bed. He’s leaning against the headboard, and now I’m straddling him again.

“You go as slow as you need, Junie. As long as I get to see your eyes as you sink that beautiful full ass onto my thick cock, I’ll die a very happy man.”

With my knees splayed wide, I lift up so he can remove his boxers, and when his cock releases between us, I pause.

The fat head of his dick is red and glistening. He’s so hard and so thick, I can practically feel the burn of him tearing my ass in two.

And maybe I just have a Cole-kink because suddenly, that’s the only thing I want. Pleasure and pain. Push and pull.

Him and me.

Wrapping a hand around his base, I guide him to my back hole, but his hand wraps around mine.

“Get it wet first, Junie. Use your come as lubricant.”

I frown but rub his tip through my pussy, my eyes fluttering closed when his cock presses against my sensitive clit.

Then I let nature take over. He slips inside my pussy, and I ride him, hearing the proof of my earlier orgasm every time I grind against his pelvis.

“You got so wet for me, baby.” He presses against my clit, and I shudder. “Does the thought of taking me in your ass get you turned on?”

I can’t answer. I can’t.

“Or was it the way I ate you out, like I’ve been waiting years for a single taste?”

My body rolls against his, but his palm at my lower back controls the pace. Then he presses his lips to my ear.

“Spoiler, I have,” he growls. “I’ve spent years imagining what you would feel like spasming around my cock. Years pretending that my hand was a suitable substitute for your perfect cunt. Years fucking myself in cold showers while imagining it was your lips, your pussy, your come soaking me.”

“Oh, God. Oh. Oh. God.”

“No,” he roars. He presses his fingertips into my hips, holding me steady. “Do not come until I say so.”

“Y-you’re out of your damn mind.”

He holds me still while his fingers weave around my back and once again plunge into my ass. I’m so…full. The need to move, to grind against him, to seek release is so overwhelming I whimper against his neck.