I feel the wickedness of his smirk at the back of my head before his hold turns ironclad. Refusing to allow me to move even if I want to.
I don’t want to.
My heart races, but he doesn’t force anything past that. The air in the room one charged bubble away from popping and it’s game over.
The only things separating him from shoving his cock into me right now and giving me what I desperately want are his shorts and my jeans.
I suddenly hate polyester and denim.
“You came here, to my house. Remember?”
I nod my understanding, knowing he can’t see. I’d been the one to come over. Sought him out.
Cole is like an animal, and right now, I want to be his prey.
I reach behind me, and my fingernails scrape across his cock featherlight. Starting at the tip, they take their time getting to the base. Torturing him like he’s doing to me.
A curse hisses past his lips and then it’s game over.
My pants are unbuttoned, and my panties shove to the side. His cock easily slides past the wetness of my walls, and I moan in pleasure at the fullness.
His one hand interweaves with my outstretched fingers, raising them above my head. The other arm stays wrapped around my stomach, holding me in place as he hits that perfect spot.
My desire pulsates. Heightening at the new level of sensation.
We become merciless beasts in our momentum. My back stays flush to his front, following him thrust for thrust as he continues to take me from behind.
It surprises me how hard and fast my orgasm hits.
The hand he’d had around my waist rises to my mouth to smother my screams. He finds his own release while I continue to ride out the wave of ecstasy.
It isn’t until I’ve buttoned my pants back up and the stickiness of his cum settles between my thighs that I fully realize what we’ve just done. It all hits me at once.
We had sex.
My eyes widen further. “We didn’t use a condom.”
My hand flies to my temple. A headache already forming as regret, anguish, anything other than need settles. The embarrassment of what we’ve just done overshadows every other blissful feeling from before.
Rattling, my bones are shaking. I can’t believe I let this happen.
My skin feels flush but not in the same burning, lust-filled way as before. No, this time it’s out of shame. My heart beats rapidly.
It’s dark but that doesn’t stop the sting of guilt I feel radiating off Cole like an aura. It’s not out of embarrassment, like for me. No, his is purely from my reaction toward him. At what I’d let happen.
The weight of his angered presence, even in full blackness like a solid ton of boulders on my chest.
I hear the elastic snap of his shorts and then, “I should go.”
Something deep inside me screams, wanting him to stay, but it never makes it out.
Bending down, he kisses the top of my head on a defeated exhale. The action stiff, so unlike how he’d been earlier.
His mouth lingers above my head. His disappointment radiates from his every pore, but he doesn’t move.
“And don’t worry about Lorna. I’ll figure it out.” Tone as cold as it is indifferent.
It’s then, right before he pulls away, that I can feel when he makes up his mind. Closing himself off to me completely.