“Fuck,” I moan, two fingers sinking inside my wet depths, thrusting in and out, the palm of my hand creating just the right amount of pleasure to get me right there but not enough. If only Cole were here. I pinch my nipple, trying to push it further. I’m about to give up when the door slams open.
“Jesus, if that isn’t the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” My eyes pop open, and I see Cole standing there, my fingers still working my body at a fevered pace. Those words have me stumbling.
“Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop, Fallon.” My eyes meet his, and I watch as he slowly walks towards the bed, tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome, wanting to feel his hands on my body.
“I won’t, but I swear if you back away this time, I’m walking out the door.” My breath is choppy yet unyielding.
“Fuck, baby, you’ve been teasing me and yourself for fourteen days now. There’s no way I’m letting you walk away.” Cole sits beside me on the bed. One of his hands glides up my leg, so close to where I’m working my fingers in and out of my pussy, knowing they’re glistening wet.
“Cole.” His name vibrates through my body. He grips my inner thigh, and that’s all I need to feel to come on a breathy moan, our eyes never leaving one another’s.
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“The next time you say my name like that, it will be with my cock inside you, you hear me, Fallon?” I get her attention, knowing she’s still coming down from her orgasm. Fuck, I should have known she’d do something like this to get my attention. Either that or she needed it and I was the dumb fuck who kept her at bay. That’s something I’m not ever doing again.
“Yes, please.” Her smile brightens, and I stand up, starting to divest myself of my clothes. Fallon takes her two fingers out of her cunt, leaving a trail of wetness. There’s no way I’m not going to take the chance to taste her. I stop what I’m doing, leaving me without a shirt, boots off, and jeans button undone, when I grab her hand from where she dropped it on her thigh.
My hand wraps around her wrist, bringing it to my lips, where I suck Fallon’s two fingers into my mouth, knowing it won’t be long until I taste her right from the source.
“Christ, you taste good, Fallon. You going to tell me what you were thinkin’ about while you were fucking your fingers?” I back away. The sound of my zipper slices through the quiet room.
“Are you sure you want to know? It might shock that virtue you seem to have lately,” she sasses. I watch as Fallon moves closer, going to her knees, every curve of her body moving with her. Tits that are more than a handful, dusky red-tipped nipples pointed upward, begging for my mouth. Hips that were meant to be held on to while she’s taking my cock, that sweet cunt of hers that is glistening with all that sweetness I’m about to devour.
“Only did that for you, baby. Wanted you clear-headed. Nothing to do with that fuckwad and your body to heal,” I admit but slip out of my jeans, toeing off my socks, until I’m standing naked in front of her.
“I appreciate that more than you can ever know, Cole, but I’ve been ready. I want your hands all over my body, and I know the only way you’d ever leave a mark on me is when we’re in bed. There’s something sexy thinking about having your hands all over me, even if they leave a mark that will fade in a day.” Her hands slide up my chest, tracing Monroe’s name that I have tattooed over my heart.
“Good, not going to leave marks on purpose, but it might happen. I won’t ever raise my hand to you, not even to spank that perfect heart-shaped ass when you’re giving me attitude. Now, you going to leave me guessing on how you were thinking about me sliding inside you?” My hand moves from her hip to cup her pussy, my thumb finding her clit as I fuck two fingers into her.
“God, anything and everything, but me on my knees, ass up in the air, is the most vivid one,” she admits.
“Fuck, yeah, I bet you’d like me playing with that ass of yours, wouldn’t you?” The sharp intake of breath combined with the tightening of her cunt around my fingers is all the response I need.
“Cole.” Her hands scratch their way down my chest, until one hand is on my cock, smooth and velvet, so much better than mine. I’ve been fucking my fists until I have damn blisters on my hands lately.
“Want your lips, Fallon.” This is the only concession I’ve been giving us lately, making out like two wild teenagers, our legs entwined. The one time she rode my leg until she got off had me ready to take her right then and there, but the twinge in her ribs stopped me.