AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Okay.” I leaned in and kissed him lightly.
Cole shifted his angle and leaned into the kiss, crushing against me. He dragged rough fingers over my skin, amping my desire, and I pushed back.
I couldn’t get close enough. I need more contact. More skin. We stripped each other’s shirts off, and it still wasn’t enough. Stroking him through his jeans, the way he gripped my cock hard though my slacks in return… none of it sated the raw need that roared inside.
I’d been fighting this for too long. Focusing on Luna. She forever had a part of my heart that no one else could touch, but Cole… things had been growing between us from the day we met. Yes, the day he pinned me to the doorframe and threatened me.
This desperate gropefest was an incredible next step between Cole and me.
“Do you have lube?” He asked.
“Don’t you? You’ve got everything else in your toolbox,” I teased.
His glare sent goosebumps dancing over my skin. “Yes. Bedroom.”
We barely let up in the kissing and teasing long enough to stumble our way into my bedroom. I was reluctant to break away, even long enough to grab the lube out of a dresser drawer.
Cole pressed into my back, his erection digging into me, and nipped along my neck. He sank his teeth into my shoulder, and I groaned loudly. God, this felt good.
He took the bottle from me. “Pants off.”
“Bossy much?”
“If you expected otherwise, you haven’t been paying attention.”
I had, and this entire series of events pushed me beyond turned on, and had me rock hard. My cock sprung free, eager for attention, as I shed the last of my clothes.
“Kneel on the bed,” Cole ordered.
I’d never been with any sort of domineering boyfriend before. I liked that Cole was my first.
He spread my ass cheeks and glided a cold slippery finger along my crack. The sharp contrast in temperature warmed quickly as he liberally applied the liquid.
Then he was nudging my entrance with the head of his cock, and sliding in one agonizing inch at a time.
It had been a while, and I’d forgotten how much I loved this feeling of being entered. Being fucked.
Cole rested inside me, occasionally twitching, but not moving much otherwise.
He reached around and gripped my dick tightly, and stroked as he started to move in my ass. He thrust in time with slow even strokes of my shaft. In and out. Up and down.
The slow build was delicious and maddening. I pushed back into Cole to increase the pace, and covered his fist with my own.
“This ends quickly if you do that,” Cole warned.
“I’ve used up a lot of my patience over the past few years.”
Cole’s throaty laugh rumbled through me, and he moved both hands to grip my hips as he picked up the pace to hammer inside me.
I managed to balance myself on one arm, and stroked my own cock as he hit just the right spot with each thrust. Intensity saturated the air and I wanted to breathe it all in.
I closed my eyes as I lost myself in the combination of my touch and Cole’s, and climax inched closer. Without further warning, orgasm crashed around me, sending a shower of stars to dance behind my eyelids. I came hard, coating my hand, thrusting against my grip until my skin was too tender and slippery for any more.
Cole reached climax quickly after I did. Grunting. Pounding. Slowing to a stop. He kissed up my spine, pulling me upright as he moved higher and his dick slipped out of me. “Fuck.” His simple statement rolled over me.
I didn’t have a better word for it.
“Mess on the blanket,” he said.
