Chapter Nine
Cole
She would regret this.I knew it deep down that she was just as caught up in the moment as I was, but I couldn’t stop. She knew what she was doing when she kissed me minutes ago, and fuck me, I knew it, too. But I let her do it, and I grew hungrier with each kiss she gave me. Mazey had always been my soft spot, the one constant I had in my life to calm me but excite me at the same time, and now that she was back, I was going to make damn sure I didn’t fuck it up again.
My pants were halfway across the room, and Mazey watched with a flushed face as I pushed my boxers down my legs. I was already so fucking hard that it nearly hurt when I gripped myself. Her pretty blue eyes that didn’t hold an ounce of innocence any longer widened, and her lip was captured between her white teeth.
“You look too fucking good lying in my bed naked, Maze.”
There was a slip of a smile before I crawled on top of her, condom in hand. I slipped it on quickly as she spread herself before reaching down and gripping me tightly. Heat rushed to my groin, and I gritted my teeth, refraining from my usual go-to, which was to be in full control.
“You want to be in control?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. I didn’t allow myself to think about what had happened to her two years ago. Instead, I relished in this new, sexy-as-sin, confident girl that I didn’t know inside and out any longer.
“You’re probably the only guy I would ever let be in control, Cole. But yeah, I like to do things my way.”
My balls pulsed, and I had to look away from the hot glint in her eye. “And you’re probably the only girl I would ever let be in control, Mazey. So have at it.”
Her lips were wet and swollen as I sliced my gaze down to them. I had no idea who we were in this moment, but I loved every fucking second of it. I loved how Mazey sat up and crawled on top of me. I loved that her perfect little pussy was still wet from my mouth. And I loved how she gripped me tightly and positioned herself over my cock.
“Hands around my waist, Cole.”
The rebellious bad boy that I hadn’t been in years came to life with her demand. I didn’t like to take orders, and she knew that. “Pussy on my cock, then, Maze.” Jesus, who were we right now?
Her mouth parted, and I watched her tongue run over her teeth before she sank down onto me quickly. I gasped loudly, my face burrowing into her soft chest. “Fuck, Mazey. Is this what I’ve been missing out on for two fucking years?”
“Mmm,” she said, moving back and forth, chasing her own high as she built mine. We fucked fast and sloppy, our kisses hungry and fueled by two years of radio silence and a fuck-ton of baggage that definitely hurt both of us more than we’d like to admit.
“I haven’t been the same since you left,” I whispered, biting her ear lobe as she moved faster.
She said nothing as her nipples tightened, and I could sense that she liked me talking to her while she rode me. My hands gripped her again, my fingers digging into her hips. I moved one over to her ass as she came up for a second and grabbed her so tightly she whimpered. “Yes,”she moaned, crying out.
“You like that?” I huskily asked. I did, too. “What else does my little Mazey like?”
I reached my hand up and gripped her blonde locks, wrapping the soft strands around my hand. She cried out as I brought her mouth down to mine and swallowed each one of her moans. Her body quaked, her pussy sucking the life out of me, and that was when I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling her break and bend in every single way around my cock, bringing me to the edge right there with her.
It took entirely too long for our breathing to even out and for us to break apart. She lay on my chest for so long our sweat had long since dried. I eventually pulled out of her, keeping my lips shut because I wasn’t man enough to say what I wanted to say, which was something that was buried so deep inside my chest that even I was afraid of it. I wrapped my blankets around her and left to go dispose of the condom, and by the time I came back, her eyes were shut, and her breathing was quiet.
Thoughts of Ryan and the past began to filter through as I lay beside her, watching her sweet, bow-like mouth part as her breathing slowed even further. I had no idea what this meant or if it even meant as much to her as it did to me, but I had every intention of finding out, just like I had every intention of finding out what exactly happened that night two years ago and what she was planning on doing about it.