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“Stop bragging and fuck me,” I gasp.
That stupid, sexy dimple is there when he raises his head and grins down at me.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says as I feel his hard length slide against me.
I can feel every ridge of his cock as it slides against my clit. My mouth drops open, and a groan escapes me as I hand him a condom. He tears the package open with the help of his teeth and reaches down to sheath himself while bracing his body above me with one hand. It shouldn’t be hot, but it absolutely is. I squeeze my thighs against his body as I wait for him to fill me with his hard length. When he finally notches his head at my entrance, I feel the butterflies in my stomach go still. But more importantly, I feel my mind settle and go blank. This is what I need. What I crave. This is the reason I’ve kept this going with him for as long as I have. He quiets the anxiety in my head. He makes all the noise go silent. When I’m with him I can’t think of anything else. I don’t feel stressed or anxious. I don’t feel angry or irritated. I don’t worry about my sister or my career. I just experience. It’s exactly what I need.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Fuck me!”
His eyes lock on mine as he plunges into me, filling me all at once, stealing my breath. He lets out a low groan as he hits home, and I stop thinking altogether. I forget who I am and where I am. I forget about tomorrow or my sister or my job. All I can focus on is this moment, this connection. Him. I don’t care why. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is this moment, him inside me, filling me, thrusting into me. He feels so good. So long and thick and hard. He hits the very end of me with every thrust, making my mouth fall open in a silent gasp.
He brings his hand up to grip my jaw, pulling my gaze to his just before he lowers his head to kiss me. His kiss is hard, demanding. It takes. But it’s not anything I’m not willing to give him. I taste myself on his lips as our tongues tangle. I shouldn’t love it as much as I do. But just like every time before, he seems to know what I like better than I do. I dig my heels into his ass and meet him thrust for thrust. My fingers grip his shoulders, holding him to me as he fills me with his hard length again and again. Every thrust of him inside me draws another gasp from my lips. I can already feel another orgasm building inside me.
“Oh, god,” I moan, locking my legs around his back. “Yes!”
“You gonna come for me, baby?” he grunts as he pounds into me. “I need it. Wanna feel that pretty pussy clamping down on my cock.”
My eyes roll shut. His dirty talking has never failed to make me hot. Today is no exception. His deep gravelly voice sends molten heat through my body. That, combined with the rhythmic thrusting of his thick cock inside me has my body reacting. I feel myself clench tight around his length as my orgasm slams into me.
“There it is,” he groans, still working his hips between my legs as I unravel. “Come on this cock, baby. Fuck, you feel good.”
A shout is wrenched from me as I dig my nails into his back. I clamp down on his hard length over and over as he continues to work his dick in and out of me. He takes my mouth in another searing kiss, our tongues battling. It’s more intimate than I’d like, but I know he loves to kiss me at the exact moment he loses control and comes, so I can give him this.
I feel him groan against my mouth as he pulses inside me. He grips my jaw tighter, his hold just this side of painful, but I don’t mind. It’s like his hold on me is the only thing keeping me grounded as my body floats on a cloud of ecstasy. Bombs could explode outside my window, and I wouldn’t notice. Not with him buried deep inside me, his mouth on mine, his hand gripping my face. My entire world slows down and centers on me and him, this moment.
Now.
Damn, I love a good orgasm.
Chapter 3
Presentday
Cole
I roll onto my back, gasping as I try to catch my breath. My heart is pounding so hard it’s a wonder she can’t hear it too. It’s always been like this with her. Amazing. So intense. Fucking mind-blowing. But I don’t say any of that to her. I know she’d hate it. We both agreed that this is just sex. It might be fucking phenomenal sex, but it’s just sex. That’s all it can be. And that’s enough for me.
“Fuck,” I gasp, reaching down to pull off the condom.
Rolling over, I climb out of bed and make my way to the bathroom to toss the condom and grab a washcloth for her. When I turn back toward the bed and see her sprawled out, boneless and panting, I can’t help but smile. Her breasts rise and fall with every heaving breath. Her dark hair is spread across the pale gray sheets, making me want to run my fingers through the soft strands. She’s so fucking gorgeous. I’ve known it since the first night I met her. She’d been sitting in a booth at my restaurant, silently judging the place with those assessing eyes. I hadn’t minded though. She’d been too beautiful for me to be truly annoyed.
When I’d walked over to talk to her and her sister, I’d felt that spark immediately. She flirted back as I flashed her my best smile. And it paid off. That night she’d let me fuck her on the desk in my office at Peach Fuzz. Let? Hell, she’d practically demanded it. Not that I’d minded. It had been the most mind-blowing sex of my life up to that point. She had me bend her over and pound into her from behind until I felt her quiver around me. I’d exploded inside her as I gripped her full hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of that amazing ass. I’d known then and there that it wasn’t the end of things with me and Layna Brooks.
Granted, we’d ultimately decided that we were better off as friends with benefits than anything serious. And since she didn’t live in Peach Tree, it made sense. So, I agreed to her terms without too much of an argument. We hooked up whenever she came into town to visit her sister, and kept it quiet, since that’s the way she wanted it. Not that I put up a fight over it. I was willing to do just about anything to keep her in my life and to keep me in that tight pussy of hers.
But it’s been more than a year since that night in my office and she’s since moved to Peach Tree. Which means we see a whole lot more of each other than we did before. And I’ve had time to do a lot of thinking. I know I agreed to her terms. At the time, it made sense. She and I barely knew each other and neither of us wanted anything serious. I hadn’t even considered the idea that we might still be doing this over a year later. I figured Layna and I would fuck a few times when she came into town, then she’d move on. Or I would. Either way, I figured one of us would get tired of the other sooner or later.
At the time, it had been exciting. Keeping what we were doing secret from our friends and the rest of this town. But lately, I’ve grown sick of lying and pretending. Over the last month or so, I’ve started looking at her differently. I miss her when she’s not around and I want more than just a few stolen hours here and there. The truth is, I don’t want to hide the fact that she and I are, whatever we are. I don’t want this to be a secret anymore. I want to make this thing real. I want to take her on a real date. I want to spend more time with her with our clothes on. That last part is hard for even me to believe. But the more I get to know Layna, the more I want to make her mine. And not just her body. I want all of her. I just can’t quite find the nerve to tell her.
Right now, I want to crawl into bed beside her and pull her against me. I want to hold her while we sleep. I want to cuddle her to my side and talk about our plans for the day. But I know I can’t. For starters, I know she’d push me away if I tried. She’s made it crystal clear that she’s not looking for anything serious. We’re just having fun. We’re not ready to settle down. We both agreed to that. But it’s okay. I’ve waited this long. I can wait a little longer.
Layna cleans up with the washcloth and tosses it into the hamper before disappearing into the bathroom. By the time she returns, I’ve tugged on my boxers and jeans. She’s wearing a pair of black, lacy panties and a matching bra that makes her cleavage look mouthwatering. I let my gaze wander over her body as she moves to her closet for her clothes. Her round ass sways from side to side as she walks, making me want to pull her back against me and fuck her from behind. Instead, I reach out and give her delicious ass a light smack. When she jumps and lets out a startled laugh, I shrug.
“I couldn’t help it,” I call out as she disappears into the walk-in closet. “That ass was too tempting not to touch.”
“You’re incorrigible,” she mutters as she walks back into the room carrying a pair of black dress pants.
“Next time, I want to fill you up from behind,” I say, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back until she’s flush against me. Lowering my head, I plant a kiss on the side of her neck.
