How many times did I imagine just this? How many times did I lay in bed, listening to Cole and my father talking while I touched myself, whispering to my pillow that I was saving myself for him, hoping in some magical way he would hear me. That he would slip into my room and take what I was keeping just for him.
How many times did I fantasize about laying there as his body covered me, feeling the first brush of his cock on my virgin pussy? His face just above mine, hovering there while he told me he loved me and pushed the swollen head inside. My pussy, slick and wet as I imagined all the parts of him. The parts I’d seen: his hand, forearms, his shirtless torso. I’d watched him so many times and each one was seared into my brain. Times when my dad took me to their worksites and Cole would be there next to the other workers, skin slick with sweat as my pussy would tingle and my nipples would harden.
He’s watching me now with a laser focus and I’m frozen. Rapt. Unable to move or speak.
Seeing the want in his eyes releases something inside of me, something I’ve kept locked down forever. Something I’ve wanted to say. Something he’s made me feel.
“I did wear it for you. I wanted you to see me…not just as your friend’s daughter.” I whisper, taking a few tentative steps forward until I’m standing where he pointed, in front of his spread knees.
“I’ve seen you for a long time, Holly.” His words slide out, deep and rich, on a rumble that comes from his chest, like he’s some wild beast claiming his mate.
The dampness between my legs gathers and he shifts on the couch, adjusting the length of his cock as my pulse races in my ears and my throat is tight.
My fingertips are tingling but my inhibitions fall away as the lust in Cole’s face grows. Knowing he’s looking at me like that gives me the confidence to say what comes next.
“It’s hard to believe that’s true. But I’ve wanted you. Like, wanted you wanted you.”
He leans forward, making me gasp as he grabs me around the waist, pulling me toward him, his face at the level of my chest. “Sit here. Facing me.” The commanding timbre of his voice gives me goosebumps as he pulls me toward his lap.
My nipples tighten and tingle under my bra, and I wonder what it would feel like to have his warm mouth draw each peak inside. I’m unsteady on the tall heels I bought just for tonight but unwilling to admit that I’m more afraid of his disappointment than I am of his gaze. His eyes are trained on my chest, and I bring my shaking fingers to the buttons on the sweater, smiling as I start to work them open.
“Sit,” he repeats, making me pause what I’m doing, and when I hesitate his voice deepens. “Now…”
His hands drop to grip my ass, and that sound comes again from his throat. More like a raspy growl than anything human. I shock myself as I do as he asks, slipping my legs next to his and guiding myself slowly down onto his hard thighs, forcing my skirt high on my thighs as he groans.
“I’m not…” I start, the embarrassment already heating my cheeks. “Too heavy?”
“No.” He answers, the word clipped and short. “You’re perfect, Holly.”
I decide to just get it out there. “Okay, it’s just… I figured you just saw me as your friend’s chubby daughter.”
“Fuck.” He lets out another long, painful growl, and looks up at the ceiling for a moment before bringing his eyes back to mine. What I see there answers my question before he even speaks. He brings a hand to grip the back of my neck, pulling me a few inches downward until I feel the warmth of his breath. “I’m not sure I should tell you this. I’ve never seen you as either of those things. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you, Holly. If that makes me a horrible person, I’m sorry.”
“Really?” I cover my mouth with one hand.
I try to let that sink in. There should be warning flags waving red at me from all directions, but all I see are checkered flags telling me I’ve just won the race I didn’t even know I was running.
“Really.”
The grip on my neck tightens and Cole pulls my face to his. When our lips connect it’s like I’ve just grabbed onto a live wire. A buzzing jolt makes me wince and sparks fill my vision.
His lips are perfectly soft, and as they open I feel the lust in his kiss. He sees me like a woman, desirable, a thing of beauty…and I’ve never felt that from a man before. I’m the thick chick. Thunder thighs. Muffin top.