9. Rebecca

9

REBECCA

What did I think I'd accomplish by confronting my feelings for Cole? He stood in front of me, thoughts racing across his face too fast for me to figure out. He knew about me and David. Nerves fluttered harder with every second he didn't answer me.

"I don't care." He breathed deep through his nose and met my gaze straight on without flinching. "Follow me home, and I'll show just how much I don't care."

Wait. What? "I thought…" I trailed off

Cole stepped back toward his truck. "I understand if you don't want to. But the invitation stands."

"No. I want to." I lurched forward, almost throwing myself into his arms before I remembered the employees might be watching us from inside the pet store. "What about Fitz?" I had to ask, because asking the real question on my mind, why he'd risk his career for me, refused to come out of my mouth.

"He's welcome too. He can stay with the puppies. The house is dog friendly." Cole jingled his keys in his pocket. "I'd better go. Pretty sure I just saw the cashier peek out the side door."

"I'll be right behind you." I kept my voice low, the promise firm. I wanted this, and so did Cole. Maybe once we'd had sex, I could put him out of my mind. Impossible, but I had to try something because the alternative held absolutely zero appeal. And it wasn't like any of them were looking for a long-term thing with me. A little fun never hurt anyone.

I climbed into my car and checked on Fitz while Cole pulled out of the parking lot. What would sex with him be like? I'd never compare him to David, but curiosity kept me daydreaming possibilities until we pulled into a short drive and parked in front of a cute white house. I spotted a large back yard through the fencing and reached back to unclip Fitz from his car carrier. "You'd love a place like that, wouldn't you?"

He spun in a circle and bounced up to lick my chin.

Cole carried the dog food and supplies up onto the porch and unlocked the door.

My stomach somersaulted. I'd only thought I was nervous before, but I made myself open the car door and carry Fitz up to the porch.

We stepped into the dim interior, and Cole paused with the door open, his hand on the knob. "If you change your mind at any point, say so. I don't want you to have any regrets." The low, genuine tone and concern in his face sent me up onto my tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

"I'm sure." I took the door from him, closing and locking it before I lowered Fitz to the floor and risked a quick peek around. I'd expected the typical bachelor pad, but I should have known better. Bookcases lined the back wall, each of them full of an assortment of books. I tipped my head to read a few of the spines and found a bit of everything from math textbooks to Sci-Fi novels. A TV hung on the wall in front of the couch. The floors were clean, no dust on the tables, and no empty food containers or dirty dishes in sight.

Fitz ran around, sniffing the corners and checking everything within sight. Once he deemed it fit, he flopped down on the rug under the coffee table and settled his head on his paws.

"Well, Fitz approves." I tried to make myself laugh or to sound light and airy, but I sounded more like a strangled cat. Why was I so nervous?

Cole took my hand and brought it up to his lips. He caressed each knuckle, the heat of his lips sending shivers of need through my body. When he flipped my hand over and kissed the pulse point on my wrist, I melted into him.

"I'm not the kind of man who hurries, Rebecca." He lowered his head to mine and skated his lips over my cheek.

I shivered at the touch and turned my head to capture his lips. I could handle slow.

Cole explored my lips, and when I parted for him, he slid his tongue into my mouth with a careful sigh. He held my waist with both hands, his thumbs moving back and forth over a sliver of exposed skin between my jeans and shirt. That simple touch was enough to stoke the fire of need between my legs. I wanted more of him. I thought I could handle slow, but there was a sudden urgency driving me forward. I worked my hands beneath his shirt and stroked the flat planes of his abdomen before skimming over his hips. Muscles ridged either side of his spine, and they flexed beneath my fingertips when he pulled my hips flush against his. The hard outline of his cock pressing into me drove my excitement higher.

Breaking off the kiss, he took my hand and led me down the hall and into his bedroom. Dark colors covered the bed, adding depth to the room. I barely registered the off-white walls and tan curtains before he reached for me again.

"I know you said slow, but I don't know how much longer I can wait." I gripped his shirt and tugged it up over his head. His body was the kind of masterpiece that made sculptures weep. Perfect tone and musculature drew my gaze from his face to his chest, and then lower to the thick bulge of his dick. I licked my lower lip and a desperate, whimpering sound escaped my throat.

Cole cupped my breasts through my shirt, squeezing and stroking my hardened nipples. "What do you want, Rebecca?"

What did I want? I wanted him, all of him tangled up inside me. But I also wanted time to explore. "I want you in my mouth." I'd never said that out loud before, and I didn't feel ashamed now. In the quiet safety of Cole's bedroom, I felt powerful enough to say anything. I'd thought David was the only one to bring that out in me, but apparently not.

"Can I please you at the same time?" Heat poured off his body. He removed my shirt and unsnapped my bra. I'd barely taken a breath to answer before he pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked so hard I locked my hands on his shoulders to keep my legs from collapsing beneath me.

He growled in the back of his throat and unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down my legs until they locked in place over my boots.

When he released my nipple, I found enough breath to answer, "Yes."

"Yes?" He watched me through half-lidded eyes. I nodded, and a smile of absolute pleasure lit his face. He knelt onto one knee and removed my boots, socks, and jeans, leaving me standing in front of him in nothing but my panties.

I hooked my fingers in his belt loops when he straightened and reached into his pants. His groan and the way his eyes shuttered closed emboldened me to remove his pants the same way he'd removed mine. The move put his cock right in my face, the long, throbbing heat too delicious to resist. I wrapped my lips around him and slid him deep into my throat.

"Fucking hell." He grabbed the sides of my face and held me still. "Rebecca."

I loved the way he said my name. Like it was the sweetest torture. I swirled my tongue over the head of his cock and sucked.

"I'd love nothing more than to watch you suck me, but there's one thing I need more." He thrust into my mouth in a series of short bursts while his head fell back on another curse. "God, you're good at that."

Pleasure at the praise sent me forward, swallowing more of his cock than I thought possible. He twitched and hissed when he hit the back of my throat, then went deeper. Before I could react, he pulled his cock from me and lifted me onto my feet. His lips slammed into mine, all fiery heat and desperate need.

We were both panting by the time he broke off the kiss. He still held my face between his palms, and he stared at me with so much passion and desire that I didn't dare look away.

"I'm going to lie down on the bed, and you're going to reverse cowgirl my face." A wicked, delighted grin appeared. "You get to suck my dick, and I'm going to eat that pussy of yours until you come all over me. Then, and only then, will I put my dick inside you. Agreed?"

I could say no. I could tell him I wasn't comfortable with that position. I was too big. I'd hurt or smother him. But the thought of it, the image he'd created in my mind, forced me to nod.

"Good girl." He slid onto the bed and lay back, his cock stiff and heavy as he beckoned me closer. "Have you ever done this before?"

"No. Not like this."

That wicked smile appeared again. "Come here." He motioned me forward with both hands, guiding me to turn and swing my leg over his head.

I hesitated, and then his hands were there, sliding my thighs wider, his thumbs exposing me. Fear gripped tight, freezing me in place. I shouldn't do this. I didn't need to explore different positions.

He stroked me with his tongue, sending electric fire straight to my pussy.

"Holy shit." I panted through the bolt of pleasure.

His low chuckle rippled the muscles in his abdomen. "Come closer, Rebecca." He licked me again and hooked his arms over my thighs, pulling me all the way down onto his face.

Oh, God. Oh, fuck. I'd never felt anything like it before. Cole stiffened his tongue and thrust it into me, then laved my clit, circling his tongue over and around it until I could barely see straight.

I braced on my hands and knees and brought his dick to my lips. When I flicked out my tongue to taste him, he did the same to me. More. Desperation drove me onto his dick like a starving woman. I took him in, deeper and deeper. The harder I worked to twirl my tongue and suck his cock, the harder he worked my pussy and clit. I could barely breathe through the pleasure spiking through me. It was everywhere. My arms and legs shook, my thighs quivering as the first waves of orgasm took over.

I cried out with the sheer torture of it and used my hand on Cole's cock in place of my mouth until I couldn't stand it any longer. He'd swelled even more in my hand and mouth until the round head purpled and a thick vein ran along the shaft. I licked him from base to tip, then sucked just the head as I stroked his shaft with my hand.

He bucked into my mouth and clamped his lips on my clit, sucking it until flashes of light burst in my vision. I rode his face, my body overtaking my mind and claiming the release as I ground onto his mouth with a desperation I'd never experienced before.

When the orgasm came, it swept me up in a whirlwind. All the nerves in my pussy sparked at once, the muscles drawing tight. I choked myself on his cock, needing him to feel as good as I did in the waves of my orgasm.

As the orgasm slowed, Cole loosened his grip on my thighs. I didn't want to move, but I managed to climb off him while keeping hold of his dick.

He cupped my hands and slid them off him, bringing them up to his face and kissing each palm. He wore a satisfied smile, almost like he didn't mind that he'd not gotten off yet.

"Let me finish you." I reached for him again, but he held me at bay.

"I'm not done yet." Sitting up, he eased me onto my back. "I told you, I don't rush. That was foreplay, sweetheart. We're just getting started."

Foreplay? That was foreplay?

He took in my startled expression and tipped his head to the side. "This is what happens when you have a mature man who knows what he's doing."

"I want you to have fun too." It came out as a whisper.

Cole nuzzled my breasts, his nose skimming the curve of my nipple. He breathed hot air over the sensitive skin. "I'm having the time of my life." He settled between my thighs, the head of his cock pressed against my entrance. "I can do this for hours. But let's take the edge off, hmm?"

He entered me in a swift thrust, going balls deep in that one move.

My mouth popped open and he covered my lips with his. I tasted myself on his tongue and felt every inch of him as he poured himself into me one long stroke at a time. He gave me everything with every stroke. His cock was a masterpiece of ridges that worked my already sensitive pussy into overdrive.

I arched and writhed beneath him, my hips rising to meet each thrust until we filled the bedroom with the sweet slap of skin meeting skin. I hooked my fingers on his ass and pulled him deeper.

Grinning, Cole lifted my leg over his hip and changed the angle. "I want to watch you come this time. Let me see it take over." Somehow, he stroked deeper, each thrust sending me higher and higher into the clouds.

One minute, I was watching the sweet pleasure twist his face, and the next, my world imploded. My pussy tightened on his cock, but he didn't slow down. Those long, smooth strokes continued, escalating the pleasure.

"Cole. Oh my fucking God. Cole."

"That's it, sweet Rebecca. Say my name again." He thumbed my clit, a line of concentration marring his brow. "You're so tight for me. Say my name one more time, and I'll come inside you. Then we'll start all over again."

I bit my lip, almost desperate to keep the pleasure going. Could he really do this for hours, even after coming? I knew one hell of a way to find out. "Come inside me, Cole. Harder. Fuck me for hours." His pace increased, and the spiral of my orgasm started all over again before the last one even ended. My scalp tingled, and every hair on my arms stood on end as he pumped harder, faster, giving me everything I'd asked for. "I'm coming, Cole. Come with me. Come with me, baby."

I shattered into a million pieces. Cole followed, his thrusts frantic until he released a long groan and emptied himself deep inside me. We spasmed together, my pussy milking his cock for every drop and him rocking his hips until he'd spent himself.

"That. Was. Amazing." I barely managed to talk between breaths.

Cole kissed my shoulder and rolled us onto our sides in the middle of his bed, his cock still inside me. "There are a lot of good things that come from a mature relationship."

"Relationship?" The thought had occurred to me, but it would never happen. "Cole, I'm not ready for any kind of relationship. I thought we were just having fun."